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Initial post: Jun 26, 2012 10:19:16 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 26, 2012 10:19:34 PM PDT
I decided to try one of these host threads. I'll post a 300 word excerpt from my book, Dragons and Cicadas, and you post if you're interested in it, and in your same post you will post a 300 word excerpt from your book. Here goes:

"Where will we go next?" he asked his older brother.
"I don't know," Romanov tore at the white cloth with his bare hands.
He bawled it, reached up, and hurled the cloth across the street. The cloth was torn and dirtied by the wave of carriages and bikes that swam over it. Tverskaya ulitsa was booming with young folks trying to make the most of their nightlife. Romanov saw a crowd of friends passing by, all of them dressed in neat clothes, he wanted to be like them. A sweet-looking girl smiled at him through the descreet cover of her bamboo fan. He mouthed the words, "take me with you," but her reply was a small giggle.
"We should go back home," Kasiliev grabbed his brother's arms for comfort, "it's dangerous. What if mamulya's stories were right? What if somebody takes us?"
Romanov quietly hushed to his brother, "stay calm, sobrat. No one will take us."
Kasiliev was suspicious of the surroundings. Most of the buildings were covered in vibrant neon lights and digital billboards. A storefront for La Repubblica Draconizica advertised the latest gowns and imperial-style suits. The Moscow PSR tramcar slowly made it's passage down the busy street. Carriages and bikers hurried out of it's way as it came rolling through. It stopped at a busy building to pick up the crowd of commuters.
"Can we ride the tramcar?" asked Kasiliev.
"We don't have any money." Said Romanov.
He settled himself into a laying position and rested his head on his worn bag. Kasiliev remained sitting up, enjoying the questions and wonders his mind raised about Tverskaya.
His attention was drawn to a clique of noble boys exiting a popular bar. He read the sign, which was embellished in neon lights and a statue of a golden Wyvern.

Your turn, and are you interested?

Posted on Jun 27, 2012 5:11:19 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 27, 2012 5:11:46 AM PDT
griz says:
Hi Nip,
I haven't seen you around in a while. How did the free download thing go?
Here's my 300 (actually 298) words...Stone of the Goddess
"So it's settled" the Prefect said, his eyes bulging. "There's a serial killer on the loose, who brains people with an obsidian mirror and then leaves incomprehensible notes alluding to the Holy Grail next to them."
He was standing on the Savonnerie rug he had specially selected when he moved into this office, the early morning sun streaming in from the window so that he could see Mignonette and Bagnols clearly, but so that they were almost blinded by the light.
"Not exactly" Mignonette replied. "There may be as many as three killers: one of them leaves no note, and another leaves notes alluding to the Harlots of Hadramawt."
"That's a big improvement, isn't it?" the prefect said through clenched teeth. "It clarifies everything. We'll be arresting the culprits any day now."
"Prefet, I realize this is a very strange case" Mignonette said calmly. "But we're doing everything we can. We've spent the night questioning everyone who was at the opening. We're now going over every single employee of the Louvre. But it's going to take time."
"All the same, this talk of there being three killers strikes me as unrealistic, Antoine. Let's try to stick with what's probable. Bagnols, what happened to that friend of yours? I lost track of her last night."
"She went home after the police questioned her" Bagnols said, forebearing to mention that Yvette had awakened him just before dawn while he was in bed with the Prefect's wife.
"I thought you might be awake, Henri" she'd said coldly, "so I thought I should put your mind to rest. Solange Lenoir was murdered at the Louvre last night, and the Prefect is down there directing the investigations. When he's done, he's going straight to the office."
"What do you mean, murdered?" Bagnols said...

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 27, 2012 3:59:16 PM PDT
The free promotion went okay (not too well like the first time). No new reviews except from Fluttershy and a nice guy at the poetry thread, and it attracted a few likes. It's dropping in the sales rank. Strange enough, my dragon romance story is picking up some readers: The Dragon Prince and the Dancer (The Society On Da Run). I don't know how, but it's doing better than the omnibus (which also includes that story). Your excerpt has me interested, it sounds like a detective story.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 27, 2012 4:03:53 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 27, 2012 4:04:51 PM PDT
griz says:
It is a detective story.
And tonight I got lucky: L.M.Boelz is looking for new authors to feature on her website, and I was the first one. You might want to try her:
http://www.amazon.com/forum/meet%20our%20authors/ref=cm_cd_tfp_ef_tft_tp?_encoding=UTF8&cdForum=Fx2UYC1FC06SU8S&cdThread=TxT0O8S8A1UEJJ

Posted on Jun 27, 2012 4:06:43 PM PDT
griz says:
As to the free giveaways, I keep hearing so-so things about them. Somewhere around here I read that you can expect only about 10% of your free downloads to be read in a timely fashion.
I think I'll stick to charging 2.99 for now.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 27, 2012 9:08:04 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 27, 2012 9:08:50 PM PDT
I will definetley into that. And I think I'll go back to posting short stories on Smashwords (not amazon). What our books really need is some good word of mouth, like Hugh Howey's Wool books. Everyone talked about it and that's how he got famous. I always DREAMED of a movie adaptation of my stuff, ever since I was little I'd make a movie version of my book in my head with my mp3 player and iPod armed for soundtrack and I still do that. I can see my book as a short story movie collection or tv series on HBO, in the form of short story episodes.

Posted on Jun 27, 2012 9:46:02 PM PDT
David Hughes says:
Griz - you have piqued my interest, that's for sure. You've got some heavy stuff going on, but it's bordering on too much talk. Not too much talk YET, but it's treading a thin line. And protip: Always end a quotation with punctuation, even a partial quotation (comma maybe?). But you did interest me. Take my criticisms with a grain of salt, I'm a tad tired.

Now, here's 290 words of Winnie-the-Pooh and the Angle of Dath, a twisted take on Pooh with two new five-star reviews!

The burglar watched as the bird fumbled around with his feet along the bottom of the bed. He could have killed that old self-appointed scholar right there if not for how much his trigger hand quaked at the notion.
One swiping shink of bed-frame iron against the Queen's steel, and the blinded bird stood on his left foot with a rusted saber pointed towards the ceiling held in the right. The wide side of the blade whipped in his own face as he flung it to his fighting stance, but he had bigger worries.
The assassin decided that if he couldn't bring himself to do the deed normally then he would just have to try it the old-fashioned way. He grabbed a steak knife from the table next to Owl's stove.
"I will have you know, you foul-minded brigand," said Owl, "that I am a six-year veteran of the Royal Avian Armed Forces. To confront me would be an absolute waste of a young man's life. This masterfully tempered length of steel ended the foul existence of several bird-brained villains on the Eastern Front, and it will end yours as well! I could take the trenches, and I could therefore take any lower-class derelict in my-"
A sharp pain swept across Owl's chest. He spat out a startled hoot. He could feel warm wetness trickle down his feathers. Blood.
Before Owl could riposte, a shelf full of his old plates and glassware was knocked over and it pinned him to the ground. The Tree House began to buckle from the shock in little thumps underfoot. He crawled out from under the heavy weight on his back, but several more minor swipes of the knife were made into his flesh.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 28, 2012 10:37:41 AM PDT
That's VERY interesting. A dark Pooh story for adults is definitely something different! I feel bad for the owl. I'm interested in what happens next. Quick question: Has the excerpt I posted made you interested in my book?
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