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  • Dancing, So As Not to Be Dead…

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    I was younger than my own daughter is now. I had the same ravenous appetite for literature as she, and books were my escape from the bullying, as well as the sometimes overwhelming banality of the outside world. I had just returned from a trip to the local drug store with my mother. I had shiny quarters, nickels, and dimes in hand when we left on the excursion – my allowance earned by taking out the trash and other odd jobs around the house. Now that we returned the lion’s share of that allowance was gone, but now I held in my hand a paperback book from the spinning rack at the corner of the pharmacy. I had already devoured a chapter or two while my mother waited for her prescription to be filled and while on the ride home. This was a new kind of book. A new kind of genre. And it spoke to me.

    Upon arriving home I showed my prize to my father, exclaiming with excitement that I had discovered a new type of book. One that he had surely never heard of before – Science Fiction. He looked at the paperback and scanned the back cover.

    “You know, Science Fiction was around when I was a kid, too,” he told me.

    I was in awe. This stuff had been out there? Why hadn’t I been informed? “Really?” I asked.

    “Sure,” he replied. “H. G. Wells, Jules Verne… The list goes on and on. You know what? There’s a book I think you’d enjoy…” He rummaged around in the shelves and pulled out a copy of The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury, then told me, “This was always one of my favorites.”

    …And thus was my introduction to one of the greatest SF/Fantasy authors of all time.

    I was fortunate enough to have met Ray Bradbury many years ago when I was still an “aspiring author in search of a publisher,” and he was on a book tour. I not only had him sign a book for me, but one for my father as well. I will always remember that.

    Mr. Bradbury died this morning at the age of 91. He will be sorely missed, but he left this world a far more interesting place by being the man who illustrated it for us with his words.

    http://io9.com/5916175/rip-ray-bradbury-author-of-fahrenheit-451-and-the-martian-chronicles

  • Support Your Local Paperback Writer…

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    Yes… Really… It’s here. No, I’m not kidding.

    If you’ve been waiting for IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER, wait no more… Well, unless you are actually waiting for a bleak sort of midwinter. In that case you have a month or so yet to go. However, if you were waiting for the first installment of the new Special Agent Constance Mandalay novels, then you are in luck, because here it is, shiny and new, and shipping to readers everywhere.

    Links below will take you to Amazon, B&N, and direct to the publisher (where they actually have AUTOGRAPHED copies). I also highly recommend visiting your local, independent bookseller for a copy. If they don’t yet have it on the shelves, tell them to order NOW!


     

    FOR THE PEOPLE OF HULIS, MISSOURI, THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS ARE HELL…

    On December 22nd, 1975, something unthinkable happened in the small, northern Midwest town of Hulis, Missouri—something so heinous that it turned the holidays into a waking nightmare.

    Now, 35 years later, it’s happening all over again, and for those involved, Christmas will never be the same…

    In The Bleak Midwinter marks the first full-length novel spin-off from the Rowan Gant Investigations series. Featuring FBI Special Agent Constance Mandalay, a recurring character from the RGI books, In The Bleak Midwinter explores a 35 year old case that has come back to haunt a small town in Northern Missouri.

    Retail: $27.95 Hardcover / $16.95 Paperback / $4.99 E-Book

    THE 20% SOLUTION: READ A SAMPLE BEFORE YOU BUY

    PURCHASE PAPERBACK: AmazonBarnes & NobleWTP Direct

    PURCHASE E-BOOK: Kindle – Nook – Sony/Kobo/Other Readers

     


     

    More to come…

    Murv