Come Join me for a Beer
Okay, I don't like beer, but maybe you do!
I’d like to invite everyone who happens to be in the Northern Virginia area to join me at Books & Brews on Sunday, December 10, from noon to five!
I will have books for sale and will also be happy to sign any copies you bought earlier, including periodicals and anthologies. Also happy to just have people show up and buy books.
There will be a total of 8 authors across multiple genres!
The event is in support of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, so we’re also going to be asking for donations. Feel free to send them online too.
(And buy a beer to thank our wonderful venue).
The event will be at Port City Brewing Company, 3950 Wheeler Avenue, Alexandria, VA 22304. The tasting room does not have a kitchen, but there will be at least one food truck parked outside. I don’t know which one yet, that part will be an adventure! You can also bring your own food if you are buying beer. Which I’m told is wonderful.
Council of Worlds Update
Council of Worlds Book II: Tyranis will be released on December 7. You can already preorder through Amazon and Smashwords. Or just buy the first book.
(I have ordered paperback copies for Books & Brews, but can’t guarantee they will arrive on time. Amazon is promising Dec 5 through 7 but things can happen).
Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 1 to tempt you:
Chapter One - Yoshi
The sound was tremendous. Dust raced upwards into the surrounding atmosphere to join that which was already making the sun thin and wan.
The concrete building swayed as fire and smoke rose from its base. It collapsed in on itself, falling into rubble, vanishing among the dust in a matter of moments. An acrid smell spread through the area, the scent of explosives and of bits of dust. Despite her protective gear, Yoshi sneezed, almost blowing the mask from her face. Even at this safe distance, even with ear protection, her head was starting to ache, but it was done.
The last of the buildings they had put here to process the ore was a heap of rubble, everything useful already having been removed. Now it was clean up, but it was clean up everywhere, all across the face of Tyranis where they had left scars.
Scars that Yoshi herself bore, thin lines of white that ran through her fur from the time in her youth when one of their machines had failed, shattered, and sent shrapnel through the factory.
The time when she had studied at night, illicitly, not for ways to fight them but for ways to repair the damage. She had been young then, a girl. Now she was a woman and her children were in college, learning what they needed to know.
Hopefully they would live to see the sun again, as she feared she might not. To see it as it should be seen, from the surface of this poor, ravaged world. Her love for her world was strong.
Strong enough that she had to watch the implosion, but now she headed back to the site office, the dust settling on her fur such that she wished for a brush. She shook herself, sending some flying, but it didn't help, it was in the air, and it was their dust. Not toxic, because they'd stripped the toxic crap out. But it was of them and they still flew and still lived and loved and part of her wished things were otherwise.
She knew better than to cling to that thought. It would not hurt them, only her. It would fester until she became one of the bitter, angry old tyrar who shook ancient muskets and had yet to leave the revolution behind.
She had no desire to become one of them.
No desire at all.