I had a sale on MIST FALCON Book One Of The Warrior Poet Archives about a month ago, and a ton of readers took the opportunity to grab their copy for cheap. I’ve had several comments though from people who missed the sale. Bummer!
So, I decided to bring back the sale! MIST FALCON is on sale this week only starting at 99¢! The sale is going to work a little bit differently than last time, though. I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, “The early bird gets the worm.” Well, it works for this situation as well. MIST FALCON will stay at the 99¢ price point for two days, and then jump up to $1.99 for two days, followed by another few days at $2.99. They’re all a great deal, but the quicker you grab yours the better the deal. Like I said, “The Early Bird Gets The Worm!” The fun starts tomorrow morning, July 26th, and runs through the end of the day on Aug 2nd. As I said last time, you can pick up your copy for less than the price of a cup of coffee!—if you’re an early bird going after that worm at least. I probably won’t be running another sale like this for a while so don’t let the opportunity slip you by. I know that sounds like an ad, and I guess it kind of is, but in truth, I just wanted to pull down the barriers that might keep you from enjoying my book, and have a little fun with it at the same time. So click over to the right, pick up a copy for crazy cheap, and let me know your thoughts! If you’d like to give it a test run first, feel free to enter your email on the right, and I’ll send you the first couple chapters free. Thanks, and read with joy. |
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It’s here! It’s here! It’s here! The Count Down is Complete! MIST FALCON: Book One Of The Warrior Poet Archives is now available on Amazon both for Kindle and in Paperback! You can find it here: http://www.amazon.com/Mist-Falcon-Book-Warrior-Archives/dp/0996206213/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1428689761&sr=8-3&keywords=mist+falcon It is a bit of a surreal feeling being able to post this. Publication has been a dream and a long time coming. I’m excited to finally get to share this with all of you. Here’s a sneak peek into MIST FALCON. And if you’d like to read more, I’m giving away the first two chapters, or you can just check it out on Amazon. I’d love to hear your thoughts on the book. I write this now, chiseled in Stone and wrapped in Wind… Chapter 1 He was just squatting. The house wasn’t his. But then, as far as Aiden knew, the house wasn’t really anyone’s anymore. No one had lived in most of the country homes surrounding Oustenbasch since the revolt and the most recent Princes’ War had ravaged the entire territory. Now the once grand estates were little more than burnt out husks, long since pillaged, offering their shelter to small animals and the occasional squatter. Squatting, as it turned out, just happened to be Aiden’s specialty. “Go out to the estates,” Old Kempt had told Aiden two years past now, “best thing in the world for a young man starting out.” Aiden had nodded in agreement holding the fear from leaking onto his face. Something of his feelings must have bled through his determination though, because Kempt had winked at him and leaned in closer. “Don’t you mind the stories, lad. Superstition, young Aiden, that’s all it be. You mind old Kempt, now. Go out to them estates and have a look around. You find something out there that someone in the city might want; you bring it back to my shop. I’ll fix you up with a fair sum for it. Could be a fine living for a hard working young man, you mark my words, a fine living.” “Yeah, alright,” Aiden remembered saying, and that had been that. Aiden had settled down in this particular home, what was once the Lanchestor Estate according to the still-standing stonework of the front entry, nearly a month ago. He found himself loathe to leave. The roof of Lanchestor Hall still stood, defiantly repelling rain, and Aiden had grown use to the dry sleeping conditions. He hadn’t known such dependable dryness since the Touch had killed his father, burned down his home and taken Jansen, Aiden’s older brother, all as payment for what Aiden’s father had owed… It won’t all fit here. Click here and take a look: http://www.amazon.com/Mist-Falcon-Book-Warrior-Archives/dp/0996206213/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1428689761&sr=8-3&keywords=mist+falcon I’d love to hear your thoughts, and if you like it please leave a review on Amazon. Thanks everybody! Start the final count down. MIST FALCON: Book One Of The Warrior Poet Archives should be out and ready for reading enjoyment in the next few days. As we move into these final days before publication, I wanted to share a little more of the finished product with you. As a sneak peak, here is the map of The Nine Cities. Also, I’m giving away the first TWO chapters of MIST FALCON. I’ve been giving away the first chapter, but decided to give you a bit more as we all wait patiently for final formatting. Enter your email address over on the right and I’ll send you the first couple chapters. Here is the first snippet for you: I write this now, chiseled in Stone and wrapped in Wind… Chapter 1 He was just squatting. The house wasn’t his. But then, as far as Aiden knew, the house wasn’t really anyone’s anymore. No one had lived in most of the country homes surrounding Oustenbasch since the revolt and the most recent Princes’ War had ravaged the entire territory. Now the once grand estates were little more than burnt out husks, long since pillaged, offering their shelter to small animals and the occasional squatter. Squatting, as it turned out, just happened to be Aiden’s specialty. “Go out to the estates,” Old Kempt had told Aiden two years past now, “best thing in the world for a young man starting out.” Aiden had nodded in agreement holding the fear from leaking onto his face. Something of his feelings must have bled through his determination though, because Kempt had winked at him and leaned in closer. “Don’t you mind the stories, lad. Superstition, young Aiden, that’s all it be. You mind old Kempt, now. Go out to them estates and have a look around. You find something out there that someone in the city might want; you bring it back to my shop. I’ll fix you up with a fair sum for it. Could be a fine living for a hard working young man, you mark my words, a fine living.” “Yeah, alright,” Aiden remembered saying, and that had been that. Aiden had settled down in this particular home, what was once the Lanchestor Estate according to the still-standing stonework of the front entry, nearly a month ago. He found himself loathe to leave. The roof of Lanchestor Hall still stood, defiantly repelling rain, and Aiden had grown use to the dry sleeping conditions. He hadn’t known such dependable dryness since the Touch had killed his father, burned down his home and taken Jansen, Aiden’s older brother, all as payment for what Aiden’s father had owed… It won’t all fit in this post. Click over to the right, and I’ll send the first two chapters your way. The careful reader may notice that this snippet isn’t quite the same as the one I posted a few weeks ago. It just goes to show you that nothing is truly final product until the book is published. I’d love to hear your thoughts on the first couple chapters. As ever, stay tuned as we grow closer to publication date for MIST FALCON. Counting it down in days now! Well, it’s Easter time: colored eggs, candies, and a Sunday meal with Family. If that is all we see, though, we have missed the greatest gift of all time. Jesus. God made flesh. Born to die, to take my much deserved punishment on his own perfect self. That is Easter—the sacrificial death of a perfect God, offering grace to an undeserving people, fulfilling his perfect justice by pouring out his judgement and wrath upon himself. That is an incredible story line. I came upon a picture of the crucifixion scene painted by the famous Rembrandt. You can see the picture here. You can note the man in the white turban directing the murder. The man’s face looks quite similar to some self-portraits Rembrandt painted. He had painted his own face into the crucifixion, not as a martyr, but as the one conducting the heinous act. I was struck by this concept, and this poem is what was born out of it. My Rembrandt’s Face By Ryan J. Doughan So paint my face into the crowd, For I was there and screamed aloud. Now crucify, Oh, crucify; This is my Lord I crucify. I force the thorns upon your brow. You bleed for me; this is your crown. Demands of mine force blood of yours; It dances down from skin and pores. I spit on you; you stare at me, Your gentle love for all to see. My hand beats bruises on your face. I mock you, yet you show me grace. So paint my face into the crowd, For I was there and screamed aloud. Now crucify, Oh, crucify; This is my Lord I crucify. I crack the whip that tears your skin. Your crimson warmth now bathes my sin. I scourge again, and then again To see if Satan might yet win. Sweat drips from me, and blood from you. You’ll bare my cross yet bless me too Now up the hill I’ll force you on, And bring the tree you’ll die upon. So paint my face into the crowd, For I was there and screamed aloud. Now crucify, Oh, crucify; This is my Lord I crucify. Now hammer falls, and nails must hold. Pain’s loving blood for many sold. It drips on me, this love of yours; You’ve washed me with your very sores. I drop the hammer, raise the cross, And now you’ll pay for all my cost I curse your name, enjoy the scene, Rest in my filth and the obscene. So paint my face into the crowd, For I was there and screamed aloud. Now crucify, Oh, crucify; This is my Lord I crucify. “Come down from there.” I scream at you. Then I’ll believe and worship too. Grace strikes me with this mighty blow. “Forgive them Dad for they don’t know.” You stare at me in your pain too, Your eyes scream out, “This is for you.” The sky turns dark and dismal hue. I am ashamed I murdered you. So paint my face into the crowd, For I was there and screamed aloud. Now crucify, Oh, crucify; This is my Lord I crucify. Now desecration is complete, With sin I’ve sealed my own defeat. I lay sprawled out beneath your cross, With three days yet to count my loss. But you arise; you’ve won the fight, And see me there at dawn’s first light. Through grace and love, and with a tree, You don’t damn me; you set me free. So paint my face into the crowd, For I was there and screamed aloud. Now crucify, Oh, crucify; This is my Lord I crucify. So paint my face into the crowd, For here I am, my knee is bowed. Now crucify, Oh, crucify; This is my Lord I crucify. Happy Easter, everyone. I pray that we can look beyond the colored eggs this season to see the Lord of the world who took our punishment to bridge the gap and let us have a relationship with him. I’m on the last steps on final edits of MIST FALCON: BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES. As we move into these final weeks before publication, I wanted to share something of the finished product with you. First, just to show that nothing is final until publication (and let’s be honest there could be a few typos slip through even then) here is the slightly updated MIST FALCON cover art. This comes care of the wonderful people at www.busybeebookcovers.com , without whom this cover would not look nearly as amazing as it does. Second, I’m giving away the first chapter of MIST FALCON. Enter your email address over on the right and I’ll send it out to you. Here is the first snippet for you: I write this now, chiseled in Stone and wrapped in Wind… Chapter 1 He was just squatting. The house wasn’t his. But then, as far as Aiden knew, the house wasn’t really anyone’s anymore. No one had lived in most of the country homes surrounding Oustenbasch since the revolt and the most recent Princes’ War had ravaged the entire territory. Now the once grand estates were little more than burnt out husks, long since pillaged, offering their shelter to small animals and the occasional squatter. Squatting, as it turned out, just happened to be Aiden’s specialty. He settled down in this particular home, what was once the Lanchestor Estate according to the still-standing stonework of the front entry, nearly a month ago. Aiden found himself loathe to leave. The roof of Lanchestor Hall still stood, defiantly repelling rain, and Aiden had grown use to the dry sleeping conditions. He hadn’t known such dependable dryness since the Touch had killed his father, burned down his home and taken Jansen, Aiden’s older brother, all as payment for what Aiden’s father had owed. Aiden forced thoughts of the past away, focusing on the here and now. He looked again at the great stone entry as he passed beneath its grandeur. The huge doors had long since been torn down and hauled away, but the entry still stood, gaping wide—inviting any who dared enter. He liked it here at this quiet estate. Still, other than shelter, he had gotten about as much as he was going to from the Lanchestors… It won’t all fit in this post. Click over to the right, and I’ll send the first chapter your way. I’d love to hear your thoughts on the cover and the first chapter. As ever, stay tuned for some more exciting pieces as we grow closer to publication date for MIST FALCON. And in case you missed the synopsis when I posted a while back, here is a short glimpse into the world of MIST FALCON: “I write this now, chiseled in stone and wrapped in wind with the hope that you may yet be saved from my folly. Avoid my errors and do not follow in my footsteps, save in greater preparation and wisdom than I have shown. Do not be fooled by the appearance of things. They are so rarely as they seem in this.” In a kingdom shattered by war and never properly healed, Aiden is whirled out of his ordinary life scraping-by, scavenging the outskirts of Oustenbasch, one of the Nine Cities. Through total loss and driven by revenge, Aiden finds himself fretfully navigating a world of political mayhem while floundering through power in a magic he never dreamed to control. Willem is a traveling musical prodigy, his voice and talent drawing crowds and filling taverns along with his troupe’s coffers. All the golden eagles in the realm can’t protect him, though, when the Swaar raiders attack the town of Bellcross, sending him scurrying into a life he would never have chosen, questioning the meaning of his existence while wrestling with a music that may be more powerful than he had ever imagined. Known amongst all the Swaar as “Wolf Rider”, Ren Tako lives and dies by his axe and the strength of his arm. Tako finds himself blown into a situation where he must choose between loyalty to his Dal, the famed Rock Giant, and following a new destiny that could cost him everything he has ever believed or gain him everything he has ever dreamed. Welcome to the Nine Cities and the Waste beyond to the East. Come ride with me. Soar above a broken land in search of a glimmer of hope, an uncut gem hidden to all but the most perceiving eyes. Come fly with me to the towers of Holmsguard and beyond, and see what it is to be MIST FALCON. There you have it. MIST FALCON, BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES in snap shot teaser. Sign up for the first chapter free and I’ll send it your way. Exciting Update! As we draw ever closer to publication of my upcoming novel, MIST FALCON: BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES, I wanted to share the finalized artwork for the book cover. A big “thank you” to Martin and the fine folks at www.busybeebookcovers.com , without whom this cover would not look nearly as cool as it does. It is so exciting to see a piece of my fictional world painted out to see. Let me know your thoughts on the cover and stay tuned for some more exciting pieces as we grow closer to publication date for MIST FALCON. And in case you missed it when I posted a while back, here is a short glimpse into the world of MIST FALCON: “I write this now, chiseled in stone and wrapped in wind with the hope that you may yet be saved from my folly. Avoid my errors and do not follow in my footsteps, save in greater preparation and wisdom than I have shown. Do not be fooled by the appearance of things. They are so rarely as they seem in this.” In a kingdom shattered by war and never properly healed, Aiden is whirled out of his ordinary life scraping-by, scavenging the outskirts of Oustenbasch, one of the Nine Cities. Through total loss and driven by revenge, Aiden finds himself fretfully navigating a world of political mayhem while floundering through power in a magic he never dreamed to control. Willem is a traveling musical prodigy, his voice and talent drawing crowds and filling taverns along with his troupe’s coffers. All the golden eagles in the realm can’t protect him, though, when the Swaar raiders attack the town of Bellcross, sending him scurrying into a life he would never have chosen, questioning the meaning of his existence while wrestling with a music that may be more powerful than he had ever imagined. Known amongst all the Swaar as “Wolf Rider”, Ren Tako lives and dies by his axe and the strength of his arm. Tako finds himself blown into a situation where he must choose between loyalty to his Dal, the famed Rock Giant, and following a new destiny that could cost him everything he has ever believed or gain him everything he has ever dreamed. Welcome to the Nine Cities and the Waste beyond to the East. Come ride with me. Soar above a broken land in search of a glimmer of hope, an uncut gem hidden to all but the most perceiving eyes. Come fly with me to the towers of Holmsguard and beyond, and see what it is to be MIST FALCON. There you have it: a snap shot teaser of MIST FALCON, BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES. Stay tuned for more updates as we get closer to publication, and if you want to be the first to hear writing updates and receive giveaways for the book, I’d love for you to sign up over on the right. I’ll stay in touch. |
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