What we see of infinity….

Due October 2009!

Quick update regards Tempest Roams in the Pathless Sky, due for release in October from Eternal Press.

Just finished round one edits. So Tempest is another step closer to publication. I will be looking forward to its release in October, whereupon there will be much drinking and partying. My editor, Foery, has done a great job on the manuscript and it’s looking great now. I’m really delighted with it.

Thanks Foery!

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To celebrate being a wee bit closer to launch, I thought I’d post another small excerpt this time following Aadesh. Remember to watch this space for more information about Tempest, as I will be posting bits here and there up until it’s released.

EXCEPT FROM SOMEWHERE IN CHAPTER THREE
(Yes… love obtuse but accurate subheadings…)

He found his cabin below and discovered a note from Philip. He unfolded it carefully and read the clear, almost perfect writing. It told him that everything in the room was for him, and he could keep them. Clothes mainly, though they also left him a dagger. “All on board must carry a dagger in case of emergency,” the note explained. He picked up the dagger in its sheath and put it on his belt. Next he looked at the expedition bag they left for him. Inside were various things such as soap, a comb, a toothbrush, a map and a little wooden compass among other bits and bobs. It also told him that all the books in the room were his. Philip had carefully picked them for him.

Aadesh liked the room, and the fabric hangings on the walls made it rather cozy. It was very small of course,  but every room in the ship was small, even the captain’s office. Indeed smaller, since it was packed with so many books.

He thumbed through a couple of the books the captain had left for him, found one to be by an ancient called Homer, while the other was by a man called Orwell. After several minutes of indecisiveness, he finally opted for Orwell, because the title 1984 suggested to him it was older than the other one. 1984, having such a small number for a date had to be from the dawn of time, right?

Happily, he took of his boots and clambered onto the bunk and read the first chapter of the book. A sense of intrigue drew him in and made his heart pound in his chest and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The thought of big brother watching everything you do!

He drifted off to sleep with a book on his chest, curled up on the bunk.