Today we have a sneak peek from Ghosts of the Void, the science fiction novel by author Timothy Burns.
Ghosts of the Void begins in the relatively-near future, painting a picture of an inhabited Mars and the attitudes and feelings of a population that has to depend on one another for survival in their domed cities. When things start going horribly wrong for no apparent reason, it is up to a small group of friends to discover what is causing the problems and then do what they have to to set things right, even if this spells the end for an entire civilization.
This book is available from Amazon and Amazon UK.
Here is an excerpt from Ghosts of the Void…
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Naomi Witherspoon has just two weeks to find a home for her husband Joseph’s grandfather, and to figure out what Loki wants under the old Ute shaman’s wickiup.
She has just one week to prepare to mediate between the Earth’s pagan gods and goddesses and the Christian God.
And her baby is due any day.
In this, the fifth and final book of the Pipe Woman Chronicles, Naomi is in a race against the clock to balance the demands of her body, her family, and her friends – and she must do it while the whole world is watching.
Annealed, the fantasy novel by Lynne Cantwell, is available from Amazon US and Amazon UK.
Don’t forget, you can cast your vote for trailer of the month on August 31, 2013 at 5 p.m. Pacific time.
by Jo at Inknbeans Press
I read a lot of words. I read submissions from strangers which, in some ways, are the best kind because I’m not pre-disposed to love them simply because I know and love the author. I also read every word every one of our Beans* present to us because that’s our arrangement – they write, I read.
When I was much younger, I played in a community orchestra. I won’t tell you what instrument I played. It is sufficient to say that my greatest contribution to music is that I am an avid fan, however they needed someone to fill that second chair and I could hold the instrument without looking like a fool, so there I was. There was a young woman who, by some cruel jerk of the strings of nepotism, was frequently invited to sing with us. She was quite confident of her operatic vocal skills, though equally proud of her untrained status. In short, she would have been excellent at Coldstone, singing a few bars of some thank-you song when someone left a tip, and not much else. In much shorter, she stank. Continue reading “Words, Wonderful Words”