….unless it’s your grave being robbed.
Oh my Bloglandia, yes here I am again. As you can see, I’m making up for lost time after feeling icky for most of October, but I promise this will be the last time this week.
Maybe.
Anywayyyy….
This is just another quick post to let you know….
- I’ve got a new story on my Payhip Bookstore, and
- There’s a super fantastic sale going on over at Kobo (a sale that includes a couple of my books).
New Story on the Shop
Grave Bargains is a “Tale of High-Yield Comeuppance” I wrote earlier this year. As I tend to do, I’ve taken a mythical creature (the Scandinavian draugr) and added a darkly humorous twist.
Here’s the blurb…
Don’t you just hate it when you’re having a perfectly nice time being dead, then someone comes along and tries to rob your grave?
But if the grave robber could add a bit more to your treasure hoard, and perhaps help you out with your feelings of inadequacy…well, maybe being woken from The Long Nap might just be worth it.
Grave Bargains is a darkly humorous tale of greed, gravestones, and grisly hijinks.
I’ve included an excerpt below, or you can just pop on over to the shop and read the excerpt there.
The story is only $1.49 (USD) and is available as an EPUB, MOBI (Kindle), or PDF file. If you’re ready, just click the cover above.
But perhaps you want something a little bit longer. Well, you’re in luck because there’s also that…
Super Fantastic Kobo Sale
Okay, its official name is the November 40% Off Box Sets Sale, but that just doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?
This sale is taking place only on Kobo and only in the US, Canada, the UK, Australia, and New Zealand. Actually, that’s a lot of places now that I think about it.
If you want to browse everything on offer, click HERE to go to Kobo. Once you’ve made your box set selection, be sure to use coupon code 40NOV when you check out.
Here comes the self-serving bit…
Two of my box sets are in this promotion. And yes, they are both 40% off.
Box Set #1….
The first is The Complete Series of The Osteria Chronicles. This is all six books of the historical fantasy series that brings the myths of Ancient Greece to life as you’ve never seen them before.
I’ve already made this box set a pretty darn good bargain compared to buying the books individually, so another 40% off really is a spectacular deal on this adventurous page-turner.
Box Set #2…
The second box set is Domna: The Complete Series. This is another historical fantasy that has plenty of twists and turns, plenty of political intrigue, and a gripping love triangle.
As the blurb says… Destiny isn’t given; it’s made by cunning, endurance, and, at times, bloodshed.
Again, if you add either of these to your Kobo cart, be sure to enter 40NOV at check out to get your discount.
Happy Book Shopping!!!
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Excerpt from Grave Bargains….
“What should we do with the body?”
Do? With the body? Well, I’ll tell you what they had already done. They had tossed my corporeal remains aside as if I were little better than a heap of rubbish.
“Dunno. Same as we always do.” Whereas the first voice had grunted out words that were shaky and filled with disgust, this second voice was nearer, steadier, and more confident. “We ignore it and we keep digging. The loot’s gotta be under there somewhere.”
Loot? This rapscallion couldn’t possibly mean–
I forced my eyes open, and I must say even though I’d only woken a few nights previous to find a morsel to eat and to count my coins, it was a challenging process to lift those lids. A long nap is nothing to The Long Nap, and after three months in my grave I’d come to accept it took a bit more effort to get up and moving when I woke.
What I first observed in the dappled moonlight was a man pulling a shovel from the ground where it had been sticking up like a sundial. Or moon-dial, as the case may be. Unable to find my own voice just yet, I chuckled inwardly. I do love my own wit.
“Yeah, that’s what we normally do,” said the other man. “But normal ain’t what’s going on with this one.”
This chap, lanky with hair that could have done with a comb and a thick dollop of pomade, had just emerged from behind an obscenely tall, obelisk-shaped gravestone. The stone had been erected sometime between my first and second month of death, and when I woke one night feeling peckish, I nearly shouted to the moon at the sight of it. It wasn’t just the size of the obscene thing, it was to whom it belonged. Samuel Bowie. And below the name, carved with a flaunting flourish were the words, Philanthropist, and Helper of the Poor.
To think I would lie for eternity next to that do-gooder. And be overshadowed by his gravestone. I’ll tell you, the sheep I consumed that night were well-sauced with a gravy of bitterness.
I shifted my eyes about, scanning my own grave. Now desecrated thanks to these ne’er-do-well fellows with their untidy apparel and peasants’ grammar. My own grave marker, which had been partially covered with shifted dirt, was, shall we say, petite. And made to look even smaller for its placement next to my neighbor’s phallic monstrosity. Still, what more do I need? I’d far prefer to have a dozen more gold coins to count than have my grave adorned by some silly rock that will only get mossy, worn, and overgrown. But did they really need to place one so big next to mine?
I tell you, if it weren’t for my breeding, I might have felt somewhat inadequate.
Ready to keep reading? Grab your copy of Grave Bargains HERE.
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