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Is World Domination at Hand?

Originally posted at http://www.starbreakerseries.com/2014/10/16/world-domination-hand/

Not likely, but after giving in and pulling up the Amazon page for Without Bloodshed, I found a little treat. See for yourselves.

I own cyberpunk for both print and Kindle, and I may also claim print SF romance as my dominion. At least, for now…

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Silent Clarion – Chapter Thirteen

Originally posted at http://www.starbreakerseries.com/2014/10/15/silent-clarion-chapter-thirteen/

Chapter Thirteen of Silent Clarion, my new Before Starbreaker serial from Curiosity Quills Press, is now available.

Chapter Thirteen

Shielded scarlet street lamps lit my way back to the Lonely Mountain as I passed locals out for a stroll. Their conversations dueled with the songs of the crickets, but cicadas still owned the night. They serenaded me as I walked past the darkened windows, so unlike my neighborhood in London.

Something I couldn’t resist checking out caught my eye in an alley. I crept forward with my hand on my sword’s hilt, ready to draw. A man in dark camouflage fatigues stood alone, his feline eyes a feral yellow in the gloom. His left shoulder bore sergeant’s stripes, and the name badge pinned to his chest identified him as ‘C. Renfield’.

Renfield studied me for a moment before speaking. “Do you have any idea what the moonlight does to your hair?”

As gambits go, that wasn’t half bad. It lacked the simplicity of “Hello, I’m so-and-so”, but it wasn’t nearly as lame as, “Does God realize you snuck out of Heaven?” It was almost poetic, which surprised me.

“Maybe you should tell me.” Not that I planned to drag him back to the Lonely Mountain, but he did have a sexy voice and the uniform looked good on him. But why would somebody wear a Commonwealth Army uniform decades after the NAC’s .dissolution?

“Surely I’m not the first to notice the moon lends you an ethereal aspect?” Renfield offered his hand. “Their loss, and hopefully my gain. I’m Sergeant Christopher Renfield, NACA.”

Suggested Listening

This is just a bit of fun. Naomi’s meeting all sorts of yummy guys, but none of ‘em are good for her. :)



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Cover for Silent Clarion by Matthew Graybosch. Artwork by Polina Sapershteyn Cover for Silent Clarion by Matthew Graybosch. Artwork by Polina Sapershteyn

Read the rest at Curiosity Quills.

About Silent Clarion

My curiosity might get me killed. I thought I needed a vacation from my duties as an Adversary in service to the Phoenix Society. After learning about unexplained disappearances in a little town called Clarion, I couldn’t stop myself from checking it out.

Now I must protect a witness to two murders without any protection but my sword. I must identify a murderer who strikes from the shadows. I must expose secrets the Phoenix Society’s executive council is hellbent on keeping buried.

I have no support but an ally I dare not trust. If I cannot break the silence hiding what happened in Clarion’s past, I have no future. I must discover the truth about Project Harker. Failure is not an option.

Silent Clarion is a new-adult science-fiction thriller by Matthew Graybosch, set before the events of the Starbreaker novels. Meet Naomi Bradleigh as an Adversary, seventeen years before Without Bloodshed.

Silent Clarion is serialized and published at Curiosity Quills, every Wednesday.

Links

This week’s chapter: http://curiosityquills.com/serials/silent-clarion-chapter-thirteen/

Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5aZJBLAu1E

Silent Clarion index: http://curiosityquills.com/published-authors/matthew-graybosch/silent-clarion/

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Amazon Countdown Sale

Originally posted at http://www.starbreakerseries.com/2014/10/15/amazon-countdown-sale/

On the fence about Without Bloodshed, the first Starbreaker novel? Don’t want to spend five bucks on the first book in yet another series? No problem. Without Bloodshed is on sale today and tomorrow for the insane price of $.99!

That’s right, folks. One measly dollar for 320 pages of twisting, turning sci-fi conspiracy thriller goodness inspired by classic heavy metal. Take advantage of the Amazon countdown sale! Be among the first to experience the Starbreaker phenomenon, so you can brag about it to everybody who waited until the series was over to get into it.

More information about Without Bloodshed

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And if you’ve already read Without Bloodshed, please consider leaving a review. I’ll even take bad reviews. Don’t worry about breaking my little basaltic heart; I’ll just get drunk, listen to Queensryche, and get over it.

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About Without Bloodshed

“All who threaten me die.”

These words made Morgan Stormrider’s reputation as one of the Phoenix Society’s deadliest IRD (Individual Rights Defense) officers. He served with distinction as the Society’s avenger, hunting down anybody who dared kill an Adversary in the line of duty. After a decade spent living by the sword, Morgan seeks to bid a farewell to arms and make a new life with his friends as a musician.

Regardless of his faltering faith, the Phoenix Society has a final mission for Morgan Stormrider after a dictator’s accusations make him a liability to the organization. He must put everything aside, travel to Boston, and prove he is not the Society’s assassin. He must put down Alexander Liebenthal’s coup while taking him alive.

Despite the gravity of his task, Morgan cannot put aside his ex-girlfriend’s murder, or efforts to frame him and his closest friends for the crime. He cannot ignore a request from a trusted friend to investigate the theft of designs for a weapon before which even gods stand defenseless. He cannot disregard the corruption implied in the Phoenix Society’s willingness to make him a scapegoat should he fail to resolve the crisis in Boston without bloodshed.

The words with which Morgan Stormrider forged his reputation haunt him still.

Amazon, countdown, sale

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Guest Post: I Got That Writerly Feeling

Back in August I agreed to help out H. D. Lynn with the promotion for God’s Play, her young adult urban fantasy debut. I’ve already shared the cover, so today I’m going to give Ms. Lynn the floor. I’ll provide info about God’s Play afterward for those who don’t feel like clicking links. :)

I Got That Writerly Feeling

by H. D. Lynn

This was not the book I thought would get published. There’s several note books, numerous word documents, and hundreds of thousands of words of mine that’ll never say ‘hi’ to your eyes. But God’s Play just might. And I’m not sure how that happened.

Back-up. I know every step that happened happened. I wrote half the first draft, put it aside, and came back and finished it in three days. There was the printing of pages, the reading aloud, and the rewrites. Then, the betas got it. More rewrites. That’s when the query and the synopsis got drafted. Those were critiques. More rewrites. Then, there was the agent and publisher research. Rounds of submissions. Rejections. Requests! More rewrites. Rejections. Requests!

Are you nauseous yet? Spoiler: it all ended with more rewriting, even after the contract was signed. That’s something that I heard from the anointed ones (aka published authors); editing was what happened with editors. It was a thing. What I wasn’t prepared for is that it is the thing.

The book you’re reading (ahem) has a different title. I was fool enough to think I could tell a first person POV without character names in front of each of their sections (HA). There are some drastic scene changes compared to the first draft, which included a lot more of what I refer to as ‘plot talk’; the characters were interacting, but it wasn’t an organic interaction. They were talking about their problems instead of getting their hands dirty with them. Those scenes are (thankfully) gone. The flashbacks were always a sticky point for me; not so much their content (that, too, actually), but more so where they should be located within the story. That’s not even touching my homonym problem or all that sneaky purple prose masquerading as witty description. This is not a comprehensive list of problems, either, just the MVPs of the revision process.

Did I drag my feet? Yeah. Writing is art, editing is surgery. So write a story you really like because only that mind-consuming devotion will give you the strength to fix it, to make it what it needs to be.

God’s Play is what it is because of other people. I mean, it came into being because of me (with the help of a computer, tea, and music), but it started as mine. Imperfect, but all mine. That’s the best moment. Finishing the rough draft and knowing that this is a story, and it’s your story. For that moment in time, just yours, but that’s not how it has to be forever. Then it becomes your betas, your agents, your publishers, your editors, and your cover artist’s story. Toby, William, and Cassie are yours now, too.

That’s what it was like, for me at least, to write this book. Scratch that. That’s what it was like for me to bring this book to publication. Writing the book was totally different. It was an emotional tug-of-war at times, an adrenaline rush at others, and ultimately, something of a cathartic experience. I can’t tell anyone how to write a book any more than someone could’ve told me how to do it. Those hundreds of thousands of words? They’re the bedrock this book was based on, and I never knew, exactly, how many I would need to write to get published. All I knew was that people reacted differently to this story. There was something there that was better, even if it wasn’t my cleverest plot or most expansive world-building. There’s a reason why critique partners are great—they’re readers, too, and a good critique partner will be enthusiastic about your story if it’s good.

And that’s how God’s Play got published. It was a multi-person trust fall with me trusting my critique partners and editor, and ultimately, trusting myself to believe in this idea enough to make it happen.

God's Play by H. D. Lynn
God’s Play by H. D. Lynn

About God’s Play

Sixteen-year old Toby was trained by a family of hunters to kill shape-shifters — but he has a unique weapon in his arsenal. With a touch of his hand, Toby can lift the magical protection shape-shifters use to disguise themselves as human. It’s an unusual skill for a hunter, and he prefers to kill monsters the old-fashioned way: with a blade.

Because of his special skill, Toby suspects he may be a monster himself. His suspicions deepen when William, a jackal-headed shape-shifter, saves him from an ambush where Toby’s the only survivor. And Toby doubts William helped him for purely altruistic reasons. With his list of allies running thin, Toby must reconcile his hatred of shifters and the damning truth that one saved his life. It’ll take both of them to track down the monster who ordered the ambush.

And Toby needs his unlikely alley because he has a vicious enemy — the infamous Circe, who has a vendetta to settle against the hunters. Toby has to unravel the mystery of his dual nature. And he has to do it on the run — before Circe finds him and twists him to her own ends.

H. D. Lynn on a boat
H. D. Lynn on a boat

About H. D. Lynn

H.D. Lynn is like Harry Potter in one way: she’s currently renting an apartment with a bedroom under her building’s stairs. Other than this, she explores fantasy worlds through storytelling like anyone else. She loves books with a mix of humor, adventure, and horror, and especially enjoys the urban fantasy genre. God’s Play is her first published novel.

When not writing, she enjoys hiking, climbing, and running. She’s a voracious reader, and has found listening to audiobooks while backpacking to be a perfect mix of two of her favorite things. She currently lives in Connecticut, but finds herself on the road often.

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Silent Clarion – Chapter Twelve

Originally posted at http://www.starbreakerseries.com/2014/10/11/silent-clarion-chapter-twelve/

Chapter Twelve of Silent Clarion, my new Before Starbreaker serial from Curiosity Quills Press, is now available.

Chapter Twelve

Homesickness struck with the force of a fist to the gut as Kaylee and I arrived at The Lonely Mountain on the other side of Clarion’s main street. A hand-painted wooden sign swayed in the breeze, depicting a single peak against a far horizon. Underneath, the sign read “B. & D. Halford, Proprietors”.

The building resembled a traditional English pub in almost every detail. A wrought iron fence surrounded a quaint beer garden abuzz with bees competing with a riot of butterflies for nectar. A flagstone path led from the open gates to a round door. There was even a sign in the window nearest the door advertising rooms to let. Did the phrasing confuse any of the locals?

The door closed behind Kaylee and me in a soft clangor of bells. A stereo played some kind of mellow progressive rock. The barkeep reached for a pint and began filling it as we approached the bar. “Here’s your usual, Kaylee. What can I get your friend?”

“We just met, so I have no idea what Naomi drinks. I don’t even know how long she’s going to be in town.” Kaylee downed a third of her pint in one go, and smacked her lips. “Damn, Bruce, I needed that.”

I claimed a stool next to Kaylee. The singer was crooning something about gold everywhere he turned. “A glass of your house red, please. What do you have playing?”

“The band’s called Charn.” The bartender opened a fresh bottle, and put out a dish of mixed nuts. “Kaylee said you’re new to Clarion.”

Suggested Listening

This week’s theme is “Devil on a Hog” by Bruce Dickinson. Why another biker anthem? Why not?


The fictional band I mentioned in this chapter, Charn, is actually a nod to real-life English neo-progressive rock band Jadis, with a bit of C. S. Lewis thrown in. Readers of Lewis’s Narnia books will recognize Charn as the homeworld of the White Witch Jadis, which she desolated by uttering what Lewis called the Deplorable Word.


Read the rest at Curiosity Quills.

Cover for Silent Clarion by Matthew Graybosch. Artwork by Polina Sapershteyn Cover for Silent Clarion by Matthew Graybosch. Artwork by Polina Sapershteyn

Read the rest at Curiosity Quills.

About Silent Clarion

My curiosity might get me killed. I thought I needed a vacation from my duties as an Adversary in service to the Phoenix Society. After learning about unexplained disappearances in a little town called Clarion, I couldn’t stop myself from checking it out.

Now I must protect a witness to two murders without any protection but my sword. I must identify a murderer who strikes from the shadows. I must expose secrets the Phoenix Society’s executive council is hellbent on keeping buried.

I have no support but an ally I dare not trust. If I cannot break the silence hiding what happened in Clarion’s past, I have no future. I must discover the truth about Project Harker. Failure is not an option.

Silent Clarion is a new-adult science-fiction thriller by Matthew Graybosch, set before the events of the Starbreaker novels. Meet Naomi Bradleigh as an Adversary, seventeen years before Without Bloodshed.

Silent Clarion is serialized and published at Curiosity Quills, every Wednesday.

Links

This week’s chapter: http://curiosityquills.com/serials/silent-clarion-chapter-twelve/

Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=masW6-AYtkI

Silent Clarion index: http://curiosityquills.com/published-authors/matthew-graybosch/silent-clarion/

Before Starbreaker, Curiosity Quills, naomi bradleigh, new adult, science fiction, serial, silent clarion, thriller

Originally posted at http://www.starbreakerseries.com/2014/10/11/silent-clarion-chapter-twelve/

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Excerpt: Lex de Mortuis by Matthew Cox

I read and enjoyed the first Division Zero novel by Matthew Cox, so here’s an excerpt from the new Division Zero novel, Lex de Mortuis. Kirsten Wren isn’t just any cop. She’s a psionic with power over the dead. You’d think it would make her job easier, but it doesn’t.

Check it out. We’re talking The Sixth Sense meets Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex.

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Lex de Mortuis Cover

“Excuse me, young lady. You can’t leave your car there.” A middle-aged Asian woman in an expensive suit approached from the door of a small office.

“Please stand back, ma’am. I’m responding to an emergency call at this address.”

“You don’t look like the police. They don’t have black cars, and they don’t wear black uniforms. Are you filming?”

An orb droid the size of a fist whirred out from behind her, clicking and beeping as it recorded still images of Kirsten, the car, and the area.

“Go back to your office; I don’t have time to explain. Call it in if you want, this is a Division 0 investigation.”

“Wait… the psionics?” The woman blinked.

Here we go. “Yes. Please let me―”

“Oh, my! You’re a real psionic? What’s it like? Were you born that way, or did you decide to become psionic later?” The woman poked and pawed at Kirsten, enamored by just touching her. “Can you read my mind? Do you know what I had for dinner last night? Can you tell what my son’s name is?”

In Kirsten’s imagination, the woman was in an arm bar, bloody nose pressed to the hood of the patrol craft. In reality, she smiled. The overbearing curiosity was almost as bad as fear.

“Mrs. Koga, I really must insist you get out of my way before someone gets hurt. I am sure Jimmy is fine, and the tempura was amazing. Now please.”

With the grin of someone who had just met a holovid star, the parking manager raced back to her office.

“Admit it, you enjoyed that a little bit.” Dorian fell in step at her side.
The elevator followed a central shaft through the building. Down seven floors, it opened to reveal a large atrium chamber. Each of the four walls contained the front face of a huge apartment made behind the façade of a freestanding house. Shimmering holo-projectors created the image of open sky along the ceiling; and judging by the existence of drains, it simulated the weather.

A giant flowerbox of sorts surrounded the elevators, separated at the center of each side by a path to the courtyard. On the west side of the garden, a black man in a silk suit stood near a woman in an ivory-colored gown. Between them, a girl of about twelve sat on the edge of the garden in a smaller version of her mother’s dress. Mother and daughter had their hair up, held in place by an interlocking arrangement of delicate silver strips. All three were thin, with high cheekbones. The daughter stared with a sullen face at the ground; her father appeared on the verge of screaming. It seemed only the mother’s presence had prevented an all-out war.

“Careful,” said Dorian. “I know how you get around rich people. You’re already in a bad mood; keep it professional.”

“Good morning, Mr. Greene. We got a call about possible paranormal activity? I’m Agent Wren, Division 0.”

The man nodded at her, reluctantly accepting a handshake that ended as fast as he could. “I am worried my daughter might be psionic. I need to know so we can get her fixed.”

Mrs. Greene glared. The girl sniffled.

“Excuse me, fixed?” Kirsten fumed.

“Well, you know.” He waved his hand in a rolling gesture. “Cured. I’ll not have psionics in my family.”

“It’s not a…” goddamned “…disease, or a choice. You’re either psionic or not; it doesn’t just happen out of the blue one day.”

“It’s not the sort of thing this family needs associated with it. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“Kirsten…” Dorian put a hand on her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and let the air out of her lungs. “Tell me what’s happening.”

“Well, things have been breaking. Plates, holo-bars, her younger brother’s toys flying around.” The mother explained symptoms reminiscent of a classic poltergeist.

“I found it online… Sometimes this happens around twelve or thirteen with girls.” Mr. Greene’s eyes bulged ever so slightly from his skull. “Most times it goes away, but it’s only getting worse.”

The daughter shuddered, her body language apologizing for her existence.

“It’s just as common for boys, Mr. Greene. Girls are just more sympathetic in movies. Where is your son?”

“He’s at my mother’s.” The woman spoke up. “He was not taking the disturbance well. Before you ask, no, it did not stop when he left.”

Kirsten approached the daughter. “Hi, sweetie. Can I bother you for a minute?” She turned to Mr. Greene. “Shall I assume if she is psionic you’ll no longer want her and I’ll be taking her back to the dorm?”

The girl burst into tears, covering her face with both hands.

“You can assume if the son of a bitch does that, I’ll be taking my daughter to a new apartment, without him.” Mrs. Greene put an arm around the girl who leaned into her, glaring up at her father with hurt eyes.

Kirsten liked Mrs. Greene.

“Alexis. Will you please look at me?”

Alexis Greene wiped her cheeks dry, swallowed, and did as asked. Kirsten gazed deep into her soft brown eyes, past the all-too-familiar shame. The young girl’s surface thought chatter swelled and faded as she dove deeper, probing for the telltale signs of psionic ability. Dorian waved his hand past the girl’s face, getting no reaction whatsoever. After a few minutes of concentrating, Kirsten straightened up and turned to face the parents.

“Well, there is a problem. But it’s not Alexis.”

“What is it?” Both parents asked at once.

You’re a miserable excuse for a father. She forced a neutral look. “She is not psionic in the least. That means you have an actual spirit in your house.”

About Lex de Mortuis

Genre: Cyberpunk, Mystery & Detective, Paranormal, Science Fiction

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Date of Publication: September 8, 2014

Cover Artist: Alexandria Thompson at Gothic Fate

Some soldiers don’t let anything sway them from their mission, not even death from high explosives.

Free from her troubled past, Agent Kirsten Wren finds happiness mentoring Evan, a boy with similar talents with whom she soon forms a strong bond. Her efforts to help Dorian settle his past become complicated when a team of corporate “issue resolution consultants” continue their mission to kill a man in the afterlife.

Kirsten gets involved when their postmortem grudge match spills into the realm of the living. At the scene of a surgical explosion that gutted only one floor of a residential tower, she discovers a strange arcane circle drawn in silver. There, she senses energy darker than any wraith she has yet encountered; a force that questions everything she believes about the world.

Vikram Medhi, the hacker targeted by Lyris Corporation for elimination, begs her to protect him from undead out to destroy him. With no way to track these spirits, she seeks help from an enigmatic billionaire who offers her more than a simple translation of ancient Sumerian pictographs.

Chasing down a dangerous psionic criminal in the oldest lawless zone in the city, trying to protect a man on a corporate death list, and trying to keep both of them from hurting the one person in the world she loves, Kirsten must reach deep within herself to accept her destiny.

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About Matthew Cox

Matthew Cox, author of Caller 107, Virtual Immortality, and Division Zero
Matthew Cox, author of Caller 107, Virtual Immortality, Division Zero, and Division Zero: Lex de Mortuis

Born in a little town known as South Amboy NJ in 1973, Matthew has been creating science fiction and fantasy worlds for most of his reasoning life. Somewhere between fifteen to eighteen of them spent developing the world in which Division Zero, Virtual Immortality, and The Awakened Series take place. He has several other projects in the works as well as a collaborative science fiction endeavor with author Tony Healey.

Hobbies and Interests: Matthew is an avid gamer, a recovered WoW addict, Gamemaster for two custom systems (Chronicles of Eldrinaath [Fantasy] and Divergent Fates [Sci Fi], and a fan of anime, British humour (<- deliberate), and intellectual science fiction that questions the nature of reality, life, and what happens after it. He is also fond of cats.

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WFC2014 Giveaway Preparations

Since I can’t afford a sufficiently large number of paperbacks to do a proper giveaway at the 2014 World Fantasy Convention in DC, I need to get about 1500 postcards printed up that have a nice graphic on one side, and some text on the back.

The text on the back needs to include a URL with a password that anybody who got a postcard can use to download a copy of Without Bloodshed in the format of their choice. No problem, since I already have the page up.

That’s right, ladies and gentleman, I’m doing a giveaway right here on my site. No gimmicks, no bullshit. The page is already up, but the postcards with the password won’t be available until the World Fantasy Convention starts this November.

Once you have it, you can grab a version compatible with your device/software. The page will remain up until January 1, 2015.

Here’s the graphic so far. It’s just something I whipped up with the GIMP, and combines the cover art for Without Bloodshed with that of Silent Clarion. It still needs publisher and author branding, but I’ll get to that later.

Starbreaker WFC2014 Postcard - Preliminary Graphic
Starbreaker WFC2014 Postcard – Preliminary Graphic

Don’t worry if you aren’t attending the 2014 World Fantasy Convention. I haven’t forgotten about you! We’re running a special on Without Bloodshed for Kindle next week on October 15. You’ll hear all about it from Bookbub if you’re a member.

And my new adult serial gaiden, Silent Clarion, is free to read on the Curiosity Quills website. New installments every Wednesday at 5:00PM EST!

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