Saturday, November 26, 2011

UNANNOUNCED now available in two locations

UNANNOUNCED continues to be available at Amazon. com, and the Kindle version is coming soon. You can now order it directly from Book sales are creeping upward at Amazon, but I'd like to see some activity at my Createspace e-store. The price is the same at both sites, but I get better royalties from Createspace.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Excerpt from UNANNOUNCED

September 2004, eastern Afghanistan
 tall, thin man known as the leader sat waiting in a dank earthen cave, one of many in the isolated and rugged mountain terrain of the region that is eastern Afghanistan, across the Khyber Pass from neighboring Pakistan. Only one other person waited with him, his body guard. The meeting for which they waited was particularly important to the leader’s cause. He expected great things to result…it was well worth the wait.
     Suddenly, without warning, a fusillade of gunfire muted the deep throated cheers of the men outside the cave. The loud ruckus was followed within seconds by the cacophony of leaden missiles raining down like hailstones on the rocks and the sparse vegetation.
     “Good,” the leader said, speaking in Arabic. “They are here. Allah be praised.” Waiting still, he sat cross-legged on a large pillow placed on the rich colors of woolen carpets that lined the room-sized cave’s packed earth floor. He had personally chosen the carpets for this particular cave, selected them to his own liking. Strong colors that gave the space a warm, harmonious feeling. Dark reds, greens, golden yellows, and whites tightly woven in geometric patterns, none of the patterns depicting life forms, some with Arabic calligraphy.
     Three pillows were evenly spaced in a semicircle near the center of the room, one on either side of the leader’s seat, each one placed to give the sitter a view of  the cave’s entrance. Between the pillows, a smaller rug served as a table. Finely woven silk in a different pattern, it was  positioned facing Mecca so it could easily become a prayer rug at the prescribed five times each day. Additional prayer rugs for visitors were rolled and stored at the back of the cave, accessible when needed, otherwise unobtrusive.
     The cave’s entry, bright with the hazy sunlight of an autumn morning, lighted the entire space well enough for the discussion ahead. Summer was waning. The air was cool at this time of year, but the tail end of the season’s monsoonal air currents from the Indian Ocean kept the humidity high.
     A small fire smoldered on a charred metal dish at one side of the cave, fueled by sun-dried animal dung. The flames warmed a metal teapot as their pungent smell rose sour and smoky over the damp air of the meeting room. The body guard, a thirtyish muscular man,  hovered nearby tending the fire, measuring the tea and sugar for the pot. He wore a light gray knee length tunic and matching trousers, with a skull cap, the qalansuwa, on his head. Not a boy at all, he took the role of tea boy for the upcoming summit.
     The waiting leader wore his usual clothing: a long and loose fitting, off-white tunic extending to his knees over loose fitting trousers of the same fabric. For this special meeting, he wore a gold brocade cloak over his tunic and trousers. Under it all he had concealed a bullet proof vest. In deference to the rocky terrain in which he lived and worked he wore low quarter boots. A Kalikov semi-automatic weapon rested across his lap, a memento given to him by a veteran of the years-earlier jihad against the Soviet invaders.
      The most prominent feature of the leader’s appearance was not his clothing. It was his dark, unkempt beard which extended from his face exactly half way down the front of his chest. A white turban over a close fitting skull cap covered his head, its long tail draping over one shoulder and flowing down his chest alongside his beard. Scraggly sideburns crept out from each side of his turban.
     The man’s face appeared pale and fine-featured, almost gentle. Nothing about his physical appearance hinted at his role as leader of a far-reaching organization dedicated to the destruction of western civilization.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

UNANNOUNCED now available

I am happy to report that UNANNOUNCED is now available at Amazon is offering free 72-hour shipping for a short time. Read it, love it and, if you like, write a review on Amazon.

Monday, November 14, 2011

UNANNOUNCED heads into the world

I have today approved the printed proof for UNANNOUNCED, and that's the final step. As of today the book is out of the incubator, published and ready for the entire world. I expect it to be available at in about a week, and in bookstores in four to six weeks. I'm working on Kindle and should have that venue up and running very soon.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Feedback invited

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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Another step in the right direction

The printer (CreateSpace) has accepted my corrections for UNANNOUNCED. I expect to see a new printed proof in a day or two. If everything then looks good the book is ready for publication.

Visited a book signing by fellow writer Rhiannon Frater at Barnes and Noble, La Cantera (San Antonio) last weekend. Many friends of her zombie stories gathered around the whole time I was there. Rhiannon and her group admired the proof copy of UNANNOUNCED.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

To press! To press!

It's happened. The printed proof of Unannounced arrived two days ago, and it is beautiful. After two years of hard work, I now have a book to hold in my hands. Gratifying fruition of all my efforts. But hold on. You can't buy the book yet--not quite yet. The proof has a handful of minor errors that need correcting before the book is available to the world. Those are in progress right now, then I can present all of you with a perfect tome that you will enjoy reading. I guarantee it.

This great news has put finishing The Shallows on hold for a few days. More on that intriguing book later. In the midst of everything else I'm also reading an oldie (1980) that was recommended as the perfect example of a thriller: Robert Ludlum's The Bourne Identity.