Hey everybody,
Just a quick note that I have not been purposely neglecting Vexed. As I wrap up what I hope to be a successful campaign with THE KNIGHTMARES, (currently 15 pre-orders short of Quill with 35 days left in the campaign) I have been working diligently at finishing a first draft of the entire Vexed manuscript.
As with any story of this magnitude, there are a series of continuity issues that I am working out, and ideas that I came up while writing that I have to retrofit to earlier chapters.
In other words, there is a lot to work on.
With that said, I will be posting more chapters and excerpts for opinions. When I do, I will gladly trade critiques with people to give and get some feedback. So keep an eye out for that.
In the meantime, check out THE KNIGHTMARES and grab yourself a copy, and help a guy get his first novel published!
Thanks!

DAX FANS! ...Hey, does my forehead look huge in this photo? Stupid phone cameras. Grrr...
I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! As always, I must thank my backers for your continued patience and apologize for the delays.
For those not in the know, I handed in my completed manuscript at the beginning of July. Unfortunately, it was roughly around this same time that Inkshares began going through some organizational changes.
DON’T BE ALARMED! I have been assured that my book will in fact be published as promised, and you will eventually have your copy in your hands and/or on your e-reading devices of choice. What I still don’t know is WHEN.
To make a long story short, Inkshares has been going through some growing pains, and they have quite a backlog of books waiting to be published. I have not been informed where I stand in this long line exactly, but I understand the Inkshares team is hard at work squeezing everyone in on their production calendar. I thank the Inkshares staff for their service, and I do not envy their herculean task at hand.
Now, let me get to the point. I have a story, and I want to share it with you awesome folks who were gracious enough to buy it. And I know some of you are itching to read it, judging by my daily encounters of "HEY, TONY! WHERE’S THE BOOK?!"
So, if you have purchased a copy of Dax Harrison, you can expect an email from me soon. Check you inbox over the next day or so for the subject line "DAX HARRISON - The Early Ebook Edition".
If you choose to read the story at this time, here’s a couple things to keep in mind:
First, the book has not yet been professionally copyedited. Meaning, you may run into the occasional grammatical error, weird sentence structure, etc. I’d like to think I was thorough, but it happens.
Second, I would love your feedback! If you like my silly little sci-fi tale, please leave a review on Inkshares! I would love to direct you to leave reviews on Amazon and Goodreads as well, but those pages won’t exist until we get closer to publishing.
Reviews = more eyes on the book = more books sold = Tony gets to write more books!
I will keep you all informed on the publishing news as soon as I have it. For those of you that prefer to wait for the official ebook/paperback of Dax, I hope I won’t have to keep you waiting too much longer.
Thanks again! You’re the best. Now I’m off to outline some more of Dax 2: Space Boogaloo. (No, that is not the actual title)
-Tony

Alex and I will be finishing up the second half of She Is the End in the next few weeks and sending them out to betas, as well. Then... while we wait... I will be doing the illustrations for the book! I think I’ll do one illustration per episode, maybe two here and there, and it’s going to be a lot of work. I’ll keep you updated on my progress and probably give away a few more of the originals as a prize.
Stay tuned!
Abigail D. Brown was like most eight-year-old girls her age: creative, inquisitive, and precocious, though perhaps taller than some. She spent most of her summers exploring the woods behind her house. Her mother called it a “green space,” but to Abbie it was the forest, and if you called a forest by any other name, it lost some of its inherent magic.
The early summer day began with a rainstorm that blanketed the town in a thick humidity unusual for Oregon. By midday, the humidity had b. . .
Abigail D. Brown was like most eight-year-old girls her age: creative, inquisitive, and precocious, though perhaps taller than some. She spent most of her summers exploring the woods behind her house. Her mother called it a “green space,” but to Abbie it was the forest, and if you called a forest by any other name, it lost some of its inherent magic.
The early summer day began with a rainstorm that blanketed the town in a thick humidity unusual for Oregon. By midday, the humidity had b. . .
Kadler awoke with a gasp. His face was burning, his head was throbbing; soot lined his mouth. A deep cough released a black plume around his head. Kadler snapped his cloak up to cover his face. “Where am I?” Kadler groaned as he struggled to remember anything. The ringing in his ears faded and was replaced by the deafening sound of crackling fire. His head pounded. He stole a glance from under his cloak. As far as he could see there were cells. Empty cells. As Kadler scrambled to make sense of. . .
Kadler awoke with a gasp. His face was burning, his head was throbbing; soot lined his mouth. A deep cough released a black plume around his head. Kadler snapped his cloak up to cover his face. “Where am I?” Kadler groaned as he struggled to remember anything. The ringing in his ears faded and was replaced by the deafening sound of crackling fire. His head pounded. He stole a glance from under his cloak. As far as he could see there were cells. Empty cells. As Kadler scrambled to make sense of. . .