Nineteen days until

Book 2 of The Charger Chronicles, Charger the Weapon, launches into the world at large! September 8th is the big day.

And here is a quote from the book from Charger himself:

“His life seemed funny to him now, a mechanic who was a vampire, with werewolf allies, fighting aliens from a distant solar system. It was such B-movie material.”

Maybe so, but he has some incredible adventures!

Update on The Charger Chronicles

I’m just about to do the final edit on the second volume in the series, Charger the Weapon, and plan for that one to launch on September 8.

As to the first volume, Charger the Soldier, I decided that if I charge a little less than half what I started out charging ($6.99) I’ll probably sell twice the number of books. What’s not to like? For readers, especially!

So, as of today, the price for Charger the Soldier, on both Smashwords and Amazon, is $2.99.

I won’t drop the price again. After all, where else can you get from 6 to 10 hours of enjoyment for three bucks??

Happy reading!

Free Books for July!

All my books and short stories are available free for the month of July at Smashwords. The link takes you to my profile page, where you can:

— smile back at me
— read my interview
— scroll down a bit and click on any cover to go to that book’s page and download it.

If you’ve been thinking about reading Charger the Soldier, the first in the Charger Chronicles series, now’s the time to try it!

Running the Shale

Running the ShaleI decided it was time to publish another short story. No, it’s not science fiction, but a nice little break from my Charger Chronicles series, which I have been immersed in for two years, and expect to be doing so for at least another year. Maybe longer.

In the story, Annie realizes that sometimes words can be far more dangerous than falling into an ice-cold, racing river.

It’s available at Smashwords for free and at Amazon for $0.99.

And there’s already a review, giving it 5 stars, up at Smashwords! Life is sweet.

Going home

As I drove north, the van felt like a metal skin, insulating me from the world, yet giving me a sense of freedom. I could travel in any direction, for as long as I liked, or park under a shady tree and read or write or eat or sleep.

I was afraid the valley where I grew up might have changed. Or that I had, now I was in love with the coast and its soft, misty rain. The Chilcotin was all dry hills, Ponderosa pine, sagebrush, and browsing cattle. Further north I drove through dark jack pine forests. I yearned for the hills of my childhood. They might tell me old secrets, bring back forgotten dreams.

The valley was colorful: crisp yellow poplar leaves, ripe golden wheat, blue September skies. The world seemed to be slowing down, mellowing as it moved toward the evening of the year. Not me. Though I was nearing the evening of my own life, I still wanted spring to hurry up, wanted to rush out and touch every new blossom.

I saw the house where I was born. It was empty and strange, no longer anything to do with me. The country was still beautiful, but if it spoke, I didn’t hear the words.

I won’t go back.