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  1. While I am increasingly having problems with #military #SF (especially #USA-centric), the #grunt POV #novels are still a source of wry amusement and marvelously colorful language for me. #frontlines #MarkoKloos

  2. Just a few pieces left. The showdown rages. I loved writing these scenes. It took years to get it right. Thank you for reading my work, and for sticking with this story.

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk

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  3. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    Beware the Ills: Part 57

    I haven’t fought like this for a while, where not a hint of error is allowed. Haukter reaches behind his left shoulder into his back. I take a stance pointing my blade diagonally at his hulking form. I see his hand for the first time as he reaches. It’s white and callused. It glows against his dark brown hides.

    Haukter reaches into an opening in one of his hides and pulls something out. He’s watching me methodically. It’s a spear, a huge spear, nearly twice as long as me. It has a metal point on the end of it, but it’s rounded and sharp where the metal connects to the staff. A jagged rocky shape shields the base of the point. Almost like mud had been wrapped around a clumsy blade. The staff looks fire-hardened black. He probably burned it for days in a controlled forge. It’s quite a weapon, and he kept it completely concealed.

    I’m not even sure how that’s possible.

    He grips the spear in both hands and sprints at me. The point comes at me. I knock it away, and slash at him in fast rising swings. The point of the spear doesn’t counter my slashes though. Instead, his left hand breaks from the handle, and that mangled claw dangles out. He’s fighting me with two weapons.

    What an enemy.

    We split from our quick melee and charge sideways back into the trees. He’s stabbing at me quickly, and I deflect each stab with my sword. He slashes at me with his claw, but I duck and twist my body, keeping my sword free for the spear. I leap at him, slashing down and taking away the short advantage of the claw. The claw flies up at me on a hidden chain. I knock it away with my sword, but not before the handle of his lance slams into my stomach. I grab it as I spit blood and wrench the spear away from him in an armored twist. He swings the claw around at me and throws some darts with his free sleeve. I throw the spear into him. It lands, and he sheds another one of his hides. I leap away, keeping my face to him. He can’t have many hides left, it’s not physically possible.

    He grabs his spear and chases me.

    I’m coughing and spitting blood as I run. Something was broken when the lance smashed into me. He leaps at me and ends the distance between us. He throws both his spear and claw at me in a whirling, stabbing maelstrom. Darts follow like little children. I’m swarmed with them. I spin around a tree and the spear and claw miss. The darts I knock away with my sword panting.

    More? Are there more?

    Haukter stops and pulls a weapon out of his right shoulder. It’s a huge, curled blade, like the one he had chained for throwing. It can only be described as a butcher’s cleaver. It’s smaller than the chained one, and it has a small black handle at its curved base. Two more rods drop out of the sleeves, the long wooden ones with hundreds of holes for the darts to fly though. They’re empty and obsolete.

    Is he telling me that’s it, no more hidden weapons? How irritating, I won’t believe him, how many combinations does he possibly have? How many tricks does he possibly have?

    This is the little boy I spared so long ago. This monster who devours men. I didn’t know he’d alter and corrupt. I only knew somewhere inside of me it was wrong to kill a child, even if it meant my own death. Blue, why did you have to die? Blue would’ve lived longer than me. Untaro’s lifespan is twice as long as any man. He would’ve been able to help me with Haukter. Now, I’m alone with this monster.

    I run.

    He matches my speed easily, and swings at me. He’s fast with the cleaver. My blade, thin and needle-like, jabs and swings at him in our sprint. Each time Haukter’s blade easily matches my attack. If he swings too wide, I can sneak a few slashes at his hides, but his sleeve whirls around to knock my blade away. His attacks are violent and powerful, he knows he has the upper hand in this brutish battle. I need both hands to repel his slashes. Both hands to stop the oblong and curved point from ripping me open.

    We dash to a group of old man-like machines sitting idle in a large frost covered circle. I weave into the structures of old machines and bodies. He follows. I jump backwards watching his swings and parrying the ones getting too close.

    My arms are slowly tearing and breaking, they feel like limp fire.

    I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it. 

    #books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing
  4. My pre-ordered copy is supposed to arrive September 2nd. Can't wait.

    "Dr. #DaraHorn didn’t want to write this #book. She wanted to write more acclaimed #novels. But after she published her bestselling #essay collection People Love Dead #Jews, readers kept cornering her with their own horror stories of #antisemitism and one unfair question: can you help? She became the antisemitism Lorax.

    So she wrote the answer, and gave it the humdrum, unprovocative title: The Final Solution to the #Jewish Question. It’s out September 1.

    Dara joins the #podcast to talk about why antisemitism isn’t a bigotry but a lie told by people who want power (”Jews are destroying what you value the most”); how a 1940s #American Jewish strategy to be seen as a #religion rather than a people left today’s Jews defenseless; why American #Holocaust education “eliminates pattern recognition” and outsources everything else people should learn about Jews -- about living Jews, not just dead ones..."

    havivgur.substack.com/p/139-da

  5. Talk about a plot twist! Yesterday I celebrated selling FOUR books... and it turns out ONE incredible reader bought them all to spread the love!

    From the mail lady to local libraries, The Midnight Diner is finding its home. Humans are amazing.

    #booksky #books #thriller #romance #novels #fiction

    RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:p6si4w333k4rcflapekprz3e/post/3mtdgoutsgs2z

  6. "A View From Afar" is a heartwarming contemporary romance that explores the unexpected beauty of human connection during extraordinary times.

    A View from Afar a.co/d/0cfmX3zs

    #booksky #books #thriller #suspense #romance #novels #mythological #darkromance #women #contemporary #fiction #fantasy

  7. AI slop exposes fraudulent publishing offer to Australian author Mary Colussi

    Touch Grass, the debut novel of Sydney based Australian author Mary Colussi, was published in June this year. And a fraudulent publishing deal was not too far behind. In this instance though AI slop played a part in giving the scam away. An email sent to Colussi, apparently from a representative of a well-known publishing house in the UK, was full of praise for Touch Grass. Curiously though comments about the novel's plot were limited only to what had been published online in its […]

    disassociated.com/ai-slop-expo

  8. These are some of the darkest entries thus far. It is hard to stay calm and collected in any stressful situation, much less one as dangerous as the Drum. Enjoy, and thank you for reading my work.

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

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  9. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    The Greenland Diaries: Day 71

    I knew Gerald wouldn’t be able to handle the illusions for very long.

    Last night, the images came back in renewed power, like those phantom artists had been locked away with their stifled creativity. Cars were buzzing around. Streetlights flickered along the alleyways in electric suns. Bugs drifted past them in disoriented clouds.

    It was too much for Gerald.

    The sounds, the old music playing about the lit windows in piano-heavy melodies, pulled Gerald’s eyes out of the shed and into the darkness. Tears came, too. He kept putting his hand over his mouth and mumbling, “not possible, not possible, how can they still be there, how can they still be out there.”

    He was talking too loud last night. It’s been getting steadily worse. I considered knocking him unconscious. I held it in. I know the Unnamed are watching us for the slightest error. I kept whispering to him to be quiet, but it didn’t work.

    The night finally ended with the whistles of morning birds and glows of rising steam from the plants. It looked serene and pretty, but it always does. Gerald ran out of the shed the moment we opened the door. He said we needed to find a new place to hide, that he insisted on us changing our location. I get his fear, but they still haven’t found us in the shed.

    We argued all morning about it. Once again, I contemplated knocking him out so he could just calm down. Eventually, he stormed off down the block with his rifle over his shoulder. Snowy barked at him to come back, and I yelled. It was a little melodramatic, but he’s the only human being I’ve really talked to and had in my life since this whole thing started.

    Plus, he’s my friend.

    I gave him a little space when he staggered away through the houses. A few more roofs collapsed in the distance as he walked away. They echoed like old crumbling gods giving way to some new order. After a few hours, I went looking for him. I checked his house, the neighborhood, and everywhere I could.

    He’ll be slaughtered, they’re looking for us.

    I don’t know what to do.

    #apocalyptic #books #fiction #horror #journals #monsters #novels #reading #writing
  10. What am I reading?

    The Viaduct Killings by Wes Markin, set in Knaresborough in Yorkshire, which is what attracted me to the book, but I am enjoying it. Cosy Crime backdrop but the true story is in the characters, the interplay between them and their history.

    Also, Ancient Rome by Simon Baker - you can guess from the title what it is about! It's based on a BBC TV series, though I didn't know that when I chose it, but that hasn't stopped me enjoying it, and learning something.

    #Reading #AmReading #Novels #Yorkshire #CosyCrime #History

  11. I’m a novelist — cheering the $2.4M AI book deal that should open everyone’s eyes

    The publishing industry is in an uproar this month as agents and editors alike confront a mysterious new…
    #NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Artificialintelligence #AI #ArtificialIntelligence #auctions #Book #Books #Novels #opinion #publishing #Scandals #Technology
    newsbeep.com/us/816112/

  12. A UGANDAN FAMILY'S SECRETS come to light after a sudden tragedy. Lovely, thoughtful novel vividly evokes the beauty of Uganda's countryside and the threats LGBTQ Ugandans face from both traditional and Christian mores. B PLUS

    houseofanansi.com/collections/

    @bookstodon

    #book #Books #bookreview #bookreviews #bookstodon #fiction #novel #novels #Uganda #UgandanWriters #UgandanCanadianWriters #lgbtqai #2slgbtqai #SmallPressSunday