An avid reader.. My son Paul wrote Ghosts of War. Check it out, all support greatly appreciated. It ...
Ladies and gentle men, I come to you with some good news, nay....great news.
Ghosts of War is getting published by Inkshares.
How can this be you ask? Well, today Jeremy Thomas (Inkshares' CEO) announced some changes to the way Inkshares will work going forward and the changes mean only good things for Ghosts of War.
You can read the full blog post about the changes here, and I recommend that you do: http://blog.inkshares.com/post/131749557025/inkshares-funding-goal-announcement
But these are the most important points for right now:
Any project that reaches 250 pre-orders will qualify for the “light-publishing” option with a new, yet-to-be-named Inkshares collection. These books will receive a light edit, an ISBN, and limited distribution (including physical and digital on Amazon.com). Backers will receive physical copies printed through our print-on-demand service. We will reserve the right to push any of these books through our full production process, and as with all of our books, the rights will remain non-exclusive if the author wishes to publish elsewhere.
So that's pretty awesome, but there is a small catch: After October 30th the pre-order prices are going up.
Now this bit is all in bold because it's the most important of important things.
If you pre-order a copy of 'Ghosts of War' before October 30 (or have previously pre-ordered a copy), you will still get it for $9.99 with free shipping.
Any copies ordered after that will cost more, so if you've been on the fence about it, please, dive in, especially those of you who are in Australia or other non-US countries. Right now is when you can get the best deal.
In closing, I want to thank every one of you who's ordered a copy so far, you got me here and it's because of you that Ghosts of War is getting published. I can't thank you all enough.
I think it's going to take a while to sink in that this is really happening, but until then...we can have a party.
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“Watch where the hell you’s goin’ boy. You’s lucky I ain’t in no rush, or you’s be a dead white boy!” A middle aged black woman hollered. She passed by in her Lincoln Continental without a second glance.
She shouted at a young man, Caucasian, early twenties, a dark grey shirt, with khakis, and a hoodie tied around him, dangling in the middle of the road. Cars honked all around him; angry and rushed they swerved around the man with blank eyes. He stared. Dangling and staring, hi. . .
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“Watch where the hell you’s goin’ boy. You’s lucky I ain’t in no rush, or you’s be a dead white boy!” A middle aged black woman hollered. She passed by in her Lincoln Continental without a second glance.
She shouted at a young man, Caucasian, early twenties, a dark grey shirt, with khakis, and a hoodie tied around him, dangling in the middle of the road. Cars honked all around him; angry and rushed they swerved around the man with blank eyes. He stared. Dangling and staring, hi. . .
