Erin M. Evans grew up in St. Louis, Missouri. After graduating from Washington University with a degree in Anthropology, she and her now-husband drove around the country in a 1983 Winnebago. They settled in Seattle, WA where she works as a writer and editor. The God Catcher is her first novel.
Good morning, readers!
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! Sorry. I know. I’m sure there are fewer of you checking out this space than before, and that’s entirely my fault. I forgot how much time a new baby sucks up. Then I learned how much energy a sick baby sucks up. And I found out having a series end is also kind of an enthusiasm drain, so it’s been a pretty dense couple of months so far as learning experiences go.
So it’s true? This is the last book? Yes. The Devil You
(CW: Sick babies)
It starts with a click. A sound so small it doesn’t seem like it matters, except when his face starts to turn pink. Then a twitch—the right eyebrow shivering, then later the eyelid, winking and wincing to the rhythm of that click in the back of his throat. The jaw joins in, as if toothless, he’s trying to chew off his tongue. His heart races. His face turns purple. Then his arm, his hand gripping my finger with that preternatural strength all babies have, starts jerk
Good afternoon, readers! The giveaway has ended, the names have been chosen. We drummed up 186 entries–which isn’t too shabby considering I’ve been otherwise occupied, everyone’s distracted by holidays, and Amazon tightened up their algorithms so you hardly see my Facebook reminders.
Lots of you love drow! Lots of you love tieflings! And lots of you brought up cool nonhuman races that I’d almost forgotten were so cool (special shoutout to the khephri entry. I wish I could find the pic
December 29th brings the fifth book of the Brimstone Angels Saga, Ashes of the Tyrant. Here you’ll find links to all the exciting things to help you get ready and remind you what’s in store! Sample Chapter! The first chapter of Ashes of the Tyrant for your reading pleasure (includes links for purchasing). E-signing! Get yourself a signed copy. All about Dragonborn! Ashes of the Tyrant brings Farideh and family to Djerad Thymar, the city of the dragonborn
Today, readers, I goofed. I locked the comments on the giveaway a day early. In my defense, I’ve got no idea what day it is. It’s 1 week post-baby. That’s what I know.
Anyway, comments are unlocked again until midnight (or whenever Itsy Mr. E wakes me up and I get a chance to lock them again. In the meantime, I noticed we hit 175 comments! Which means I promised you an excerpt.
This is just the teensiest bit spoilery. If you like going in cold, I’d suggest you should skip it.
THIS GIVEAWAY HAS ENDED! Thank you for participating! Winners will be announced shortly!
Okay readers: It’s 39 days until Ashes of the Tyrant can land in your hot little hands. That means….giveaway time!
Is she standing on a pyramid? Yes she is.
What’s it about? After the events of Fire in the Blood, Farideh, Mehen, Havilar and Brin head to Djerad Thymar with Kepeshkmolik Dumuzi at the behest of Mehen’s aunt, the Verthisathurgiesh matria
Since you all helped me raise such a lot for Extra Life, here is a third installment of “Playing a Dragonborn in the Realms.” This one focuses mostly on sex, marriage, and children–topics that might seem out of place in a game, but which can shape a dragonborn character’s life in profound ways.
Incidentally, this is great background material for Ashes of the Tyrant.
Before you get married Before you get married, none of your elders is much going to care
Thank you all so much for helping me raise over $1000 for Extra Life. As a thank you for helping me reach that $750 threshold, here’s a token of my thanks: the early release of an expanded Draconic Primer!
This one is a lot bigger than the first. I meant to write it solely as a sort of travel guide for your non-dragonborn character, but there were too many little meta-asides for me to avoid! Read it one way, read it another. Bring it to your gaming table or keep it open while you read
I don’t like hospitals.
Let me rephrase: Hospitals are great. But oh my god, I don’t want to be in them–hospitals stress me out, big time. They feel chaotic and impersonal and my brain keeps going, Bad things happen here, you know. Maybe down in the base of my head I’m remembering my first visit to the hospital–ten years old with a broken arm and no one would tell me what was happening, because, you know, I’m a kid who’s so wound up they’re thinking general anesthesia. I rem
I promised last week that if we raised $150 by the end of the day, I would tell a Tiny Mr. I story. (After discussion with the Hubs, we’ve agreed we shouldn’t post the video of this event, since Tiny Mr. I is in his underpants and even we have limits as to how far we’ll embarrass Future Not-So-Tiny Mr. I.)
Tiny Mr. I is my son, and he’s at an age where he’s pushing boundaries. In the wrong circumstances this makes him an incredibly whiny, bratty little booger. A “threenager” as