This Plague of Days Omnibus is now in print!
I’m pleased to announce that the TPOD Omnibus is now available in print. It’s a big book and it’s only been made possible through the imaginative and artful formatting work done by Kit Foster of KitFosterDesign. It’s a thing of beauty to behold. On the print version, you’ll also notice an extra sticker on the cover:
Honorable Mention from the Writer’s Digest Self-published Ebook Awards
Meanwhile, my co-author on The Haunting Lessons, Holly Papandreas…
has two creepy ghost stories in Kindle Short Reads.
Check them out by clicking the covers below:
It’s been in the Top 100 Kindle Short Reads list since its release!
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It’s time for The Spoilers/No Spoilers Contest.
There is a secret in This Plague of Days. It’s not buried that deep.
No one has guessed it, but it’s right before your eyes.
If you suspect you know, DM me on Facebook or DM on Twitter (and keep the secret).
Wild speculation will be entertained, but can neither be confirmed nor denied. No spoilers to the rest of the guessers.
First prize: A nice, fat, juicy paperback of Season One of This Plague of Days. (Signed with a personal note of praise and adulation. Probably signed by me.)
For the first three winners, I’ll use your names for characters in my next book. The secret will be revealed in Season 3.
Praise and adulation will be heaped upon all those who guess correctly on the All That Chazz podcast.
Have at it!
Also, even if you’re way off, I still may incorporate your wild speculation into Season 3. I got an idea from a reader recently that I shall mold into…well, that would be be telling.
This’ll be fun, but it’s also serious. A chance at immortality hangs in the balance.
From today’s revisions of TPOD, Season 2:
Jaimie contented himself watching auras. The people who had arrived by car or truck were obvious. Their feet didn’t hurt. Many were bent from back pain. He surmised that at one time the refugees had tried to carry much more weight. What had once been considered necessary was now a heavy trinket, abandoned by the side of the road and soon forgotten. The Apocalypse did not tolerate nostalgia and survival living in the same dark, cramped room. Jaimie saw everyone’s skull that way.
No matter what dangers lurked in their bodies, their crown chakras were always busy trying to sort out each individual’s place in the world before their inevitable exit. He felt sorry for them. Such struggle cried out for pity. If he could speak, he’d tell them the truth of their existence. He wanted to relieve them of their heavy burdens, but there were too many and their needs were too great.