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We have two new books coming out in October: The Ship's Crew, the third in the Marridon novellas featuring Danaco, Bartleby, and Rannig, and I Hate Summer, a side project I have been doing about my abhorrence for the past season. If you have not read The Baracan, the second in the Marridon series, it is now on sale HERE , and at all major online retailers. So much writing to finish, so little time...   Read an excerpt of the Baracan HERE T he rest of the evening passed agreeably: the crew had their games on the main deck, resigning themselves to Sirs and dice now that dancing was out, those who would go ashore to enjoy the dining halls and tea houses went after their matches were lost, and those who remained either took themselves off to an early rest or remained with the musicians, to sing out the remainder of the evening by way of a few round songs, calling out verses in melodic dissonance, singing the history of Good Marrie the Whore and though there were “Ten hands i...

Salyatations, swallywags!  It be Talk Like a Pirate Day!  We be celebratin' th'day by givin' away the new tome far a pittance! The Baracan's only 2.99, cheaper than a mermaid's fanny, and hours o' readin' tyme for yer pleasure.  Get yer copy o' the Baracan by clickin' the link HERE If ye be enjoyin' th' book, give us a holler on the conch. Yer mate, Gubbins

Throughout Danaco, Rannig, and Bartleby's adventures in Sesterna, two caiques have been following them around. and while they've been in the marketplace for sometime, no one knows who trained them to dance or why-- until now. Manochei at his stall, by Twisk M anochei took his pen from his apron pocket and began writing a small message, merely to inform Prince Lamir that contact with Lord Danaco had been established and to relay Danaco’s tatti-pratti and screening himself with the shade from the broad palm leaves above him. message, and Calepei stood by, eating his “Do Sesternese caiques usually dance?” Calepei asked, canting his head. “Not that I know of,” Manochei replied, finishing his letter. “Why?” “Because those two birds are dancing.” Manochei looked up, and hopping along an upper bough of the broad palm were two caiques, both seemingly in raptures over something, kicking up their feet, flapping their wings, and raising their beaks to the sky. “That...

Next week sees the release of our next novella, The Baracan, will be available in digital format. Until then, the Leaf Flute digital version will be on sale for everyone. Below is the second excerpt from the upcoming novella. Enjoy: T wenty minutes were gone before the captain reached the high street, for though was sent out by parcitular design to find something interesting for their dinner and was in a way to be famished, trying to remember what he had eaten since the morning, he was too amused by all the minutiae of the Sesternese marketplace to think seriously about eating. The old women crambling down slender lanes, the shimmer of sandstone buildings, the Sesternese hucksters hawking their wares bore a semblance to the markets he had grown up with, but it was not exactly like the markets at home; it was more wordly but less refined, it had more people but less variety, less of the Lucentian open manner that was so prized by market-goers in the capital, but the planning of ...

The Baracan is the famous boardwalk in Lucentia's capital, known for its exquisite brocades, fine market, and rare commodities, but amongst those in a different rank of life, the Baracan is the word for the Lucentian underground, managed by the current ruler of the kingdom, with agents in every corner of the continents. It is also the title of our next release, and its events will immediately follow those of The Leaf Flute . I wonder which meaning of the Baracan Danaco misses most.  T he sun descended by smooth gradations toward the horizon, the apricity of day beginning to wane, and the blaze of ocher light began to slip between the sails of the Good Ship Myrellnos as Captain Danaco walked along the pier, watching his crew regale in all the pleasures of early evening. Their animation and high revel, their willingness to include everybody in their games—even Bartleby—was a recommendation to how good-natured and amiable they all were regardless of the nothing-meaning impress...