In Darkness

As promised, I have rescued yet another old tale from the ether and have placed it in the Library where it belongs.

Murder is not a novel in the traditional sense, and people who are accustomed to my other stories might need a bit of adjustment. Murder is a multi-author story that just HAPPENS to be almost lengthy enough to be a novel. The odd format and constantly shifting points of view aren’t amateur mistakes… they’re just how things were (and still are) done in the world of shared world, multi-author fiction. Each writer controls his own character in a story that progresses in part by general agreement among the authors, and in part by whatever random surprises any author feels like throwing into the mix.

We each contributed a few pre-existing characters to the story, which was billed as a “murder mystery,” even though we know the particulars fairly early in the story. My main characters are Lovvorn and Eric Hood, names you might recognize from the December novels. December, J’Hasp and N’Doki make appearances as well.

Other than myself, the authors of ‘Murder” are Cathy Mosley, Blake Sinclair, Boyd Boedeker, and Becca Ward. These names are famous in the Dragon’s Inn. They are the big timers and the heavy hitters. The major players. The best of the best. I was honored to be asked to write with this bunch. The story turned out so well that we did a sequel almost immediately, and if they ever wanted to do another tale I would jump at the chance. That’s saying a lot for a misanthropist like me.

I hope you enjoy the story. If you do, the sequel, “Trial” will be available very soon.

The bitch hid my pills, and now the pains have started. I know she can hear me screaming! She wants me to die here on the floor… but that’s not going to happen! My pills… The stupid sow hid the wrong ones! My heart is fine; what I need is my anti-psychotics! Or this knife…

Giant Scorpions:

The size of the beast suggests that spiders, insects, crabs and similar creatures were much larger in the past than previously thought, the team says.

The claw itself measures 46cm - indicating its owner would have been longer even than the average-sized human.

Regular-ass scorpions freak me out. THIS shit…!?

If time travel were possible, I’d have to take so much weaponry with me that I couldn’t actually move without falling over.
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Writing, that is.

For those who haven’t been paying attention: I’ve started writing again. I’m remembering why I want to do this for a living in the first place. It’s a lot of work (anyone who says it isn’t, lies), but it also makes me the happiest I’ve been in quite a few months.

But enough about that. I’m not posting to say how great writing is, I’m posting to tell you just what the hell is going on.

WHAT am I writing, WHEN will I write [fill in favorite genre/character here] and when will you get a chance to see it? Have I given up on the making money stuff? If not, what’s the plan? Yeah… about all that…
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Sometimes Hollywood gets sequels right.

This isn’t one of those times.

Those (few) people who liked the original Wrong Turn pretty much did so because of the bloody cannibal gore. Well, this story has that, only less and not as good. What nixed the deal for me was where they replaced the high-suspense storyline with a thirty-pound bag of horse shit.
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