Game on Destiny-followers,
What a stunning start! And all thanks to you. I see a lot of familiar faces clambering on board (welcome) and a few new faces as well (welcome as well). A contest over six weeks probably shouldn’t be run at a sprint, but something tells me there’s not going to be too many opportunities to rest. There’s some quality books and writers out there. I’d love you to recommend Destiny Imperfect to all those you know. The best thing I’ve found are personal recommendations (excuse me if I’m stating the obvious). But the more it gets out there, the better it’ll be. Share this and bring the book to life! For those of you that haven’t pre-ordered, it’d be fantastic if you could!
Thanks for being here from the beginning!
Cheers,
Peter
Thank you so much for your interest in my book. The wait is over! I’ve posted the first two chapters! The Seventh Aspect is being reviewed as a part of DraftShares. So when you have the time, please have a read and let me know what you think. I would really appreciate it. Leaving feedback for authors on their Inkshares drafts can get you entered into a raffle for all kinds of fun prizes. I’m looking forward to hearing all of your thoughts - good or bad. Don’t worry. I’m a big boy. I can take it...I think. Thanks again for your interest.
You can find out more about DraftShares here: https://www.inkshares.com/forum_threads/dlc-and-inkshares-present-draftfest
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/18104422-draftshares-may-30---june-4
Greeting Jackolytes,
First of all, thanks so much to those people that pre-ordered and pre-ordered again this past week in aid of wildfire relief in Northern Alberta. You truly are champions! I sent the donation off this evening. This donation will be matched by the Canadian government – bonus!
Jack is still bumping and grinding his way through the production process, and there are still plenty of opportunities to pre-order. You can reach him at: Sync City . Spread the word to your friends, neighbors and enemies. There’s always space for more.
Cheers,
Peter
Caleb Stevens, four years old, stood at the bottom of the staircase with tears wetting his ruddy cheeks. His polo shirt and cargo pants bore evidence of a recent snack. One of his miniature Converse sneakers was untied. His tiny fist clenched the ear of a stuffed toy rabbit that dangled at his side.
“Oh, shit,” Mr. Black said. In the midst of all the drama, they’d forgotten about the Stevens’ youngest child.
Sam shook off his self-pity and snapped into action. “Cassie, get back t. . .
Caleb Stevens, four years old, stood at the bottom of the staircase with tears wetting his ruddy cheeks. His polo shirt and cargo pants bore evidence of a recent snack. One of his miniature Converse sneakers was untied. His tiny fist clenched the ear of a stuffed toy rabbit that dangled at his side.
“Oh, shit,” Mr. Black said. In the midst of all the drama, they’d forgotten about the Stevens’ youngest child.
Sam shook off his self-pity and snapped into action. “Cassie, get back t. . .