givng a shout out to all the fantasy lovers out there
Giving a shout out to all the fantasy lovers out there. They are running an awesome event in time for Valentine's day
Today I will be posting Joseph Lallo's book
RISE OF THE RED SHADOW
A native of Bayonne, NJ - the fabled birthplace of George R.
R. Martin - Joseph Lallo is an unlikely entry into the world of literature.
After a childhood spent daydreaming and reading, he fully intended to pursue a
career in the tech sector. He received a Master's Degree in Computer
Engineering from NJIT, and subsequently got a job working IT for a large
healthcare corporation. Things changed when, in January 2010, his friends
finally convinced him to publish the story that had accumulated over the course
of a decade of spare time. That story, now known as the Book of Deacon Trilogy,
was a surprise hit, and once he got a taste of the world of indie writing, he
was hooked. Now he splits his time between crunching numbers at his day job,
writing novels at night, and writing articles and reviews for BrainLazy.com, a
group blog he helps run. His latest novels are Bypass Gemini and Unstable
Prototypes, the first two books of a science fiction series
EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK
In his shack, Ben woke to the sound of rain. He was pleased
to discover that, though they may have cared little about the wind, the owners
of the plantation knew enough to keep the rain off of their tools. The roof was
perhaps the only fully intact part of the entire structure. At least he would
be dry. For the most part, anyway. Here and there a gust of wind forced itself
through the drafty walls and brought a spritz of water with it. Rather than
wake up with a damp blanket, and no doubt catch his death of cold, the old man
reluctantly climbed from his cot to shuffle it a bit farther from the wall.
“First thing in the morning, I see where the wind is getting
in, and see what I can do to fix it,” he muttered to himself.
Once he was satisfied that he was out of reach of even the
most motivated leaks, he rolled himself onto the canvas of the cot and lay his
head upon the bundle of cloth that served as a pillow. The instant sleep began
to claim him though, a scratch at his door shook him from his doze. For a
moment, he dismissed the noise, assuming it was a bit of bramble or an errant
tree branch broken free by the wind. When it turned to an insistent hammering
on the door, Ben groggily hoisted himself to his feet again.
“What is it? Whoever it is, haven’t you got the sense to
stay out of the rain?” he grumbled, removing the brace from the door and easing
it open a crack.
Even the whisper of an opening brought a veritable stream of
water spattering to the ground by the door. It also brought a sudden pressure
as something heaved itself desperately at the opening and scrabbled to get