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Ours Is the Storm on Sale for 99¢!

This week, Ours Is the Storm is only 99c on Amazon!

But you already read it, you say. You’ve got a copy. You don’t need another. Of course you don’t so what can you do?


All the usual stuff:

Review Ours Is the Storm on Amazon by clicking here.

Tell your friends to buy the book

Buy a copy for your favorite fantasy reader – a $1 gift! How easy is that? And they’ll think you’re awesome!

Spread the word on social media – Facebook, Twitter, Reddit /r/books or /r/Fantasy, Tumblr, wherever!


Moving Forward

Ours Is the Storm – 2nd Edition

Hey all. I’ve parted ways with my distributor, which means Ours Is the Storm is off the sales sites for a short time. That means, however, that I have the chance to make some alterations that I’ve been thinking about. This might include some cool new stuff, like an updated over, a pronunciation guide for the Huumphar names, and a map! We’ll see how it all comes together, but in the meantime I’m busy getting the files ready for Ours Is the Storm; 2nd edition.


Last Day: Support Doctors Without Borders

Only One Day Left to Raise Money for Doctors Without Borders

Pretty simple: Your donation supports Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (UK). The more you donate, the more lottery tickets you get. Winning gets you a bundle of signed, numbered, dedicated fantasy novels, some less known, some from big-name, big deal-authors. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a signed Ours Is the Storm!

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I’ve done it. Never fear! Go to this JustGiving page and  donate. Your American (or whatever) moneys are automatically converted. Every £1 (about $1.25) gets you another ticket to win, and all of it goes to Doctors Without Borders.

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Go to Booknest.eu and share this link on your faceyspaces, your tweetagrams, your instabooks, your livejournal, from your car window, whatever. Help us out, get the word to friends and family, and get it out to the fantasy fans. Doctors Without Borders is a great cause and worth even just $1 if that’s all you’ve got.


Indie Books Feature for Ours Is the Storm

Indie Books on the Interwebs

A while ago, I applied for an feature on indie books on Literary Lightbox. LL’s Indie Spotlight features twelve authors per year, one each month. The list is specially curated out of a pool of many millions (possibly jillions) of applicants (Probably, I don’t know).

Yesterday, I got this:indie books epic fantasy novel award finalist Ours Is the Storm Literary lightbox

2016 Indie Spotlight

Loretta Milan over at Literary Lightbox has named Ours Is the Storm as a 2016 Indie Spotlight Finalist. Literary Lightbox is a book blog and writing community attracting over a million yearly readers. The site’s full of book reviews, articles on writing topics, and all kinds of great stuff for both writers and readers.

Spotlight Winners

Ours Is the Storm joins five other selected authors and their books: Carrie Morgan, with The Road Back From Broken; Michelle Louise Cox, with A Girl Like You; Ellie Holmes, with The Flower Seller; Gary Corbin, with Lying in Judgment; and Terri Lee, with Paper Castles. These writers will be featured along with me in the upcoming months. Big congratulations to all of them!

I’ll be appearing on the site sometime in the next few months. Doing what? Who knows! Probably answering questions and waxing lyrical about judo or cartoons or the importance of beer, so keep your eyes open.

Tell Your Friends or the Squirrel that Lives in Your Attic or Whoever

As always, please help me spread the word about Ours Is the Storm and about my web serial, RAZE. If you know someone who’s into reading fantasy, let them know – or, remember that the holidays are on the way, and who doesn’t love books to curl up with like a nesting gazelle (that is a thing, right?) during the winter? I’ll tell you who. Replicants. Beware.

For those of you indie authors out there who might be reading, consider submitting your book for the Indie Spotlight here.


Review time!

REVIEWS-Help-Authors-760x760Hey everyone. It’s time for me to push on y’all a little bit. Many of you have left reviews for Ours Is the Storm, and for that I thank you. Others I’ve asked not to post reviews, as you’re personal friends and I didn’t want all my reviews to be from folks who know me. That time has passed, and now I want to get everyone who’s read the book to post a review*. Whether you’ve got only good things to say, or bad, please post either way. I’ll only grow if I hear the hard stuff, so don’t let that stop you.

*Even if you’re just going to leave stars and a word or two, it helps.

There are a couple of places you can review. Feel free to copy your review, post different ones, or post in only one spot. Everything helps.







Liking the reviews of folks you agree with helps move those reviews to the top, where potential readers will be most likely to see them.

Last of all, tell a friend about the book!

Thank you all ever so much for your continuing support.



Ours Is the Storm makes top 25 list!

Hey all, I ran across this yesterday which was a pretty cool find. BestFantasyBooks.com compiles several lists every year of their favorite works, and for 2016 Ours Is the Storm made their top 25 best indie fantasy books list! (You have to scroll down quite a bit, but there are a bunch of other great books to check out on the list too.)

It’s a great honor to be on there with a number of the top fantasy writers working outside of the big traditional publishers. There are a lot of us and I’m humbled that Ours Is the Storm  is so well-regarded.

Check out BestFantasyBooks.com for great fantasy recommendations and new books.


Ours Is the Storm – Chapter One

The Storm is coming, January 14th. Until then, I hope you enjoy this sample chapter. Remember to sign up for emails for special offers and announcements.


Ours Is the Storm



Teh’rahin did not come back from the hunt, and he was the first warrior Ahi’rea had known well who did not return. Father said they had been hunting evil spirits, but Mother, when she returned, bearing news of Teh’rahin, was more forthright. She said they were hunting men.

“You should not speak of these things before Ahi’rea,” Father said to Mother. “She is too young for such evil thoughts.”

“She must think on them soon enough. Halkoriv knew we were coming, and his soldiers were ready.”

“Halkoriv,” Father said. Then, they shooed Ahi’rea from the tent, telling her to go wait by the fire.

She stepped into the cold night and shivered, pulling her doeskins tighter. The winds were swift and harsh over the plains, and the dry grasses whispered around the camp. She heard her parents’ voices from within, muffled and low. Ahi’rea could see the glow of the fire ring from around the Huumphar tents, and the shadows of the returned warriors and their kin. She smelled steppe yams and red squash cooking, and the stinging-yet-sweet vapors of bonebark tea. There would be no meat for days, not until after the Sendings, and her stomach was already growling at the thought. She heard Naph’oin beginning the Sending songs for Teh’rahin and the others. She heard Rahi’sta, trying to sing with him, but crying instead, for her father would never return.

Ahi’rea did not go to the fire. She circled the tent, stepping soft, placing each foot with care, as Mother had taught her. Then, she focused her mind, as Father had taught her, and felt the Sight come to her. She shut her eyes, so as to cast no light, and Saw.

Inside the tent, her parents whispered in anxious tones. Mother was angry; she jabbed her finger out, toward the tent flap and the world beyond. “He may never come this close to our lands again. We should go back. We should call the tribes and kill him now.”

Father’s eyes were downcast. “Lasivar’s son will come to us when it is time. Until then, we cannot beat Halkoriv. We will go deeper into the plains, and await Lasivar’s son.”

“And what if he does not come?”

“He will.” Father looked up; though he was smaller than Mother, he always seemed taller in the Dreaming. He took Mother in his arms and kissed her. “You must trust me. I cannot lose you now, and that is what will happen if you attack Halkoriv. All the warriors in the plains and the skies could not defeat him—but we can hold him where the grasses end. I need you. Ahi’rea needs you.”

Mother returned his kiss, and embraced him. They held each other for a long time, and just as Ahi’rea was about to cease her Sight and go to the fire, Mother spoke again. “He butchered them. Halkoriv. He butchered Teh’rahin and the others. I’ve never seen anything like it. The dark came from inside him, and it ate them.” Father brushed her hair and held her, but she went on. “The dark came from him and ate them, and when it lifted there was nothing left but blood and bone.”