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Coming soon, to an ebook reader near you!

I've finished two review passes through the ebook files of DRAGON'S EYE and DRAGON'S TEETH. Cover art exists. Soon, soon, soon.

Then I need lots and lots of people to buy.

Have I got a deal for you!

E-book files for THE SUMMER COUNTRY and THE WINTER OAK are now available for purchase and download. SUMMER COUNTRY boasts a Special! Introductory! Offer! price of $.99 US to get you hooked. New cover art! Same great taste! Go forth and buy!


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Have not been sleeping well for quite a while -- one of the cute bits of getting old, I believe. Hence fixing breakfast at 0500 on a Sunday and getting on the internet at 0630. Air temperature 61 F, dew point 55, south wind about 5 mph, scattered clouds.

Have had a hard time resetting writer-brain to work on DOMINIONS after the backlist e-book flurry. Did add a couple of paragraphs yesterday, but the world's notable lack of enthusiasm for my writing takes its toll. Sales rank of POWERS on both Amazon and B&N remains lousy. If you write a book and nobody reads it, has the murdered tree made a sound as it dies in the forest?

Intend to get out for a bike ride, but I am lacking energy for much enthusiasm for that. Plus, digestion iffy, not sure how long I dare absent myself from a toilet . . .

Gloomy Jim is gloomy.


That's a technical meteorological term. Air temperature 67 F, dew point 66, calm, scattered clouds. Still expected to get up to 90 F today. I think I'll limit myself to a local bike ride, taken early. Among other things, that means I don't have to goop-up with sunscreen.

Poking away at the piles of old e-mail printouts from e-book and website production. File folders to the fore!


"Happily ever after" doesn't always work, even in fairy tales. Maureen Pierce has won her castle, her man, and her powers, after terrible suffering in THE SUMMER COUNTRY. She has won a host of fierce enemies as well -- among them, the powerful dark witch Fiona and the deadly black dragon Khe'sha, who plot vengeance. Many of the Old Blood fear the change that she brings to the Summer Country of Celtic myth, and the warrior Pendragons believe that her lover, Brian Albion, has betrayed their secrets.

If that wasn't bad enough, Maureen hates her castle for the pain she suffered there. She fears her new-found powers. The ghosts of old trauma still haunt her and those close to her -- Brian, her sister Jo, and Jo's lover, the human bard David.

Against that, Maureen has the love of the Wildwood, the tangled, dangerous, above all magical forest surrounding the castle she won. She and those with her have honor -- a strange and rare and powerful concept in the Summer Country.

Holding her place turns out to be as hard as winning it, and she's going to need help.

Sometimes, that can come from where it's least expected.


Maureen Pierce works the night shift in a convenience store, carries a .38 Smith & Wesson in her pocket, and talks to trees. She knows enough clinical psychology to think that when the trees answer, it proves she's crazy. She can live with that.

She manages to get by in a world where she doesn't really fit, until the truth reaches out to touch her as she slogs home through the slushy midnight sidewalks of a February sleet storm. That truth offers a seductive promise of warmth and sun, green growing things and trees that really do answer when she talks to them. It tells her that she isn't truly human.

Now her blood heritage drags her from Maine into ancient myth three steps away from the modern world, with all the claws and teeth and cruelty intact. Camelot is dead. Arthur is dead. Law is dead. Power rules the Summer Country of Celtic myth, behind the Old Blood faces of beast-master Dougal, dark witch Fiona, and her cunning, treacherous twin brother Sean. Their plots entangle and threaten Maureen's sister Jo, Jo's human lover David, and Brian Albion -- the enigmatic Old Blood knight of the warrior Pendragons, who Maureen trusts about as far as she can throw him.

Maureen can become either a slave or a mighty witch, but her own dark past may be her worst enemy.

No news is good news?

Not raining, not hot. Air temperature 56 F for the newspaper walk, dew point 47, wind SW at 5 mph, scattered clouds and half a moon in the sky. Bike ride intended. Also intend to pad out some cover copy I had thrown together for SUMMER COUNTRY and WINTER OAK e-books. We can't use the old copy, as that belongs to Ace, but I am not an ad-man and the Nice Agent Lady says what I submitted is too short. Argh. The fun never ends. We've been having a phoebe or two raiding the blueberry patch. Can't tell if they are snatching bugs or berries, because they're quick. We're used to robins, mockingbirds, and cardinals competing for our scarce resources -- the phoebes are a New Thing.

Well, that's outta here

THE SUMMER COUNTRY has left the building. Except, in that peculiar multi-state physics of electronic files, it also remains.

Next up, THE WINTER OAK. Which is gonna take longer, because it had more editorial revisions. Some of which I liked, some of which I didn't, but all of which are going into the e-book version because I don't have a big-enough ego to put out the unexpurgated version.

Life in the slow lane

Air temperature 60 F, dew point 57, light wind, clear sky. Bike ride intended.

Should be sending the SUMMER COUNTRY file back today. No major corrections, although some "carriage returns" ended up in strange middle-of-paragraph locations. Will make a BIG ANNOUNCEMENT when the e-book is available, of course. With fireworks, newly legal in Maine.

A rose will bloom . . .

One weird resonance about Younger Son's wedding, a couple of weeks ago. Several times, both with the harpist for the ceremony and in the background/dance music for the reception and dinner, we returned to ancient history and the theme from the 1968 Zeffirelli "Romeo and Juliet" movie. a rose will bloom.... It then will fade: so does a youth, so does the fairest maid. We never told the kids, but this was the theme for our wedding, eons back . . . Even though the original plot didn't turn out too good, it seems to have worked for us.