With the release of Human Again now imminent, I’m working on the last few little things that need to be done to get it ready for prime time, such as the cover copy.
Now, I suppose “cover copy” is a bit of misnomer when it comes to ebooks since they don’t really have covers. But this is the preview synopsis that will be posted on Smashwords and other retailers.
Though humanity hails her as a hero, Leha is haunted by the ghosts of those who died because of her recklessness. The weight of her mistakes crushes down on her.
Things are about to get much worse. A great force is sweeping through the spectrum of worlds, blurring entire realities together, and it will send Leha face to face with the proof of her failures: a universe of worlds ruined by her gambles.
But the greatest torment will come not from the countless worlds where everything went wrong, but the one world where everything went right.
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As of yesterday, I’ve completed my final proofread of Human Again, the third World Spectrum novel. All that remains to be done is to format it, upload it to Smashwords, and wait for them to approve it for the premium catalog. I don’t know when exactly it will go live, but barring some unforeseen calamity, it should be available before Christmas.
This seems like a good time to offer you another teaser for the book, so without further ado, I now present you with another excerpt:
Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Leha opened the door and headed inside, leaving Alistos and the other guard behind.
And there she was.
She stood at the opposite end of the room, on the far side of a wide table made of dark wood. A small woman from a small race, she almost could have passed for a child, and she had a lean, athletic build. Her hair was the color of damp soil and cut a little above shoulder length. She had a wide, open face that made her seem much younger than her thirty-five years.
Her brown eyes bore pupils of deepest indigo, and each of her fingers and toes ended in a jagged black claw. She wore nothing on her feet, trusting on thick calluses to protect them.
The two Lehas slowly moved towards one another until only the table separated them, like two great predators sizing each other up.