Today, in addition to my story, I’m happy to announce that I’m one of the beneficiaries of this month’s Writers4Writers promotion. The other is Laura Eno You’re invited to join in, of course!
Stephen Tremp, one of the founders, says this:
The writer posts an image of their book along with a short blurb and a link to Kindle on their blog. Visitors may share the link with their FB friends. Also visit the W4WS Facebook Page.
The author posts pre-written Tweets on his/her blog. Visitors may simply copy and paste Tweets into Twitter. Or they could go to #W4WS on Twitter and Retweet.
Mine for Facebook:
SAGE: Usurper. Lost Heir. Runaway bride. Land on the brink of civil war. All so familiar, until Tortoise — the Divine Creature who ignores the rules of right and wrong — challenges his fellow divinities to meddle. Suddenly, children targeted for murder are adopted, swordsmen turn into blacksmiths, and none are reliably who or what they seem. The four Divine Animals are afoot: Tortoise, Dragon, Unicorn, and Phoenix. Hold on tight.
The Fall of Onagros, Book 1 of Sage
Bargain with Fate, Book 2 of Sage
Mine for Twitter:
Bargain With Fate, Book 2 of SAGE #fantasy #trilogy “getting more engrossing all the time” http:www.amzn.com/B00CLUUO9O/ 5 stars #W4WS
by Marian Allen
I opened the door slowly for my guest, careful of my candle’s flame. My eyes are accustomed to the gloom, but a gentleman is always considerate of his visitors, even if they only come on business. So few people want to visit me, and none of them stay long. It’s no wonder I want to emigrate.
He seemed startled when I answered the door myself, no doubt expecting a butler in a house this large. Too much house for me, by far, a remnant of the time I felt the need to impress my neighbors. As I led him up the staircase to his room, I saw the place as he must see it, and I regretted not bringing in a cleaning crew; the dust and cobwebs I usually ignored must disgust someone accustomed to gleam and sparkle.
Old. Everything here was old, including – especially – me.
I had laid out a simple meal in my guest’s room; that one room, at least, was immaculate. That much, I could manage on my own.
The poor man was becoming uneasy. I knew my smile was unnerving, but I was just so glad to have him here at last! Soon, our business would be done and I would be a proud landowner in a new country. The very thought of leaving this stagnant existence invigorated me!
He invited me to share his repast, but I declined. He offered me a drink. We could toast the beginning of our business connection.
It seemed a poor way to begin a relationship, but I refused.
I never drink … wine.
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MY WRITING PROMPT TODAY: Host