We are now one third the way into the pre-order sale drive. With less than sixty days to go!
The pre-orders are off to a slow start, but an end rush is probly more typical. I have sent out appeals to the couple of syndicates the Dead Wizard falls under theme wise, and I optimistically await their decisions. I am planning to spend some of the weekend finding fantasy fan groups on facebook and and posting there. Like most of the Goodreads clubs though, postings are often limited to members only, but I’ll see what I do to persuade the owners.
I thank those of you that have been mentioning the Dead Wizard to your friends. The more people we can get interested in the story the better the chance of taking off. If there is anything I can do that might entice your friends let me know too.
And if you know and artist that might be interested in doing some cover art or other promotional illustrations, send me their names and site addresses.
Thanks for reading. There will be more to come.
PS- I know probly isn’t a word yet... Yet!
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The world was once a peaceful planet with gates to planets across the universe. A place out of time, it served as a sanctuary for followers of the gods to come and confer with them. The planet protected visitors from dangers as they gained guidance from the gods and then returned to the realms of reality. It was a peaceful scholarly place. The Dragon Cities took care of the gods and the faithful alike, bringing peace to the restless universe of creation.
But some of gods still wanted to return to reality and help their peoples directly. For the Creator had had to trick half the gods, the Creator’s avatars, into coming here in the first place. Many had fought and resisted the initial confinement, but aided by the dragons and the more agreeable gods, the avatars were forced to accept their fate. Their influence over their wards diminished.
Only with the support of other avatars could any one communicate directly with their wards, thus preventing the avatars from using their wards to compete against each other and to settle petty scores with the slaughter of each others wards. Those who refused to cooperate were cut off from their wards and push deeper into the well and away from the world and reality. Things were peaceful and balanced again.
No one considered that one day a ward might come searching for its god.