Hi all,
A while ago I have made a campaign pledge to Norwood UK Charity: 2£ or 3.5$ (that equation was right before Brexit which resulted in the pound dropping in value -lol) from every order using a special referral account I have opened for them.
I have kept the pledge for every order I got on the course of July (once the campaign was over).
Norwood UK is a leading Jewish charity supporting vulnerable children, families and people with learning disabilities. It costs £35 million a year for Norwood to provide their community services and it must raise £12 million from voluntary donations.
Norwood strives to ensure that everyone can live the life they choose, irrespective of their ability. They provide professional help in a warm and caring environment, supporting people to be as independent as possible.
Their Family Services include children and family support, social work, an inclusive nursery, and special educational needs, while their Learning Disability Services include education, after school clubs & holiday schemes, transition, supported living, residential care, lifelong learning and health and well-being.
I wanted to thank Simon Walton, my close friend, for introducing me to this wonderful charity.
So here’s the math: 27 orders have been made using Norwood’s special referral, on top of that I got 5 orders after the campaign was over. 32 order * 3.5$ (let’s keep the dollar amount, it’s better for them) = 112$...
I expected more , so decided it is fair to double this amount to 224$, which is in today’s exchange = 140£ donation to Norwood (which is worth 175£ as I let them keep the giftaid tax relief).
That was done thank to you and your help - but if you want to learn or donate more - please please visit Norwood here.
As for "the Wolf" - I have submitted the manuscript nearly a month ago, after frivolous help from my wife and friend Micha Knopf to make sure all is proofread... I have submitted a creative brief on the same occasion and I am waiting to hear back from Angela our talented Marketing Manager & Girl Friday Production as to the editorial progress. Will keep you posted!
-Jonathan
Hey, rebels.
I really needed that break yesterday. Now, I feel 120%! So, as I said yesterday, Forgotten Stories(Aria) would be coming today! Expect it sometime today--my schedule always switch-up and stuff, so best not to set a predetermined time. I’ll speak a bit about Aria, and what to expect out of her before going on to other things.
Aria is that character who isn’t easy to please, antisocial, but can be the most loyal friend you could ever have. She opens up to those she is comfortable with, and she’s not a daredevil like Noctis, but she carries out the role of being a scout by being in danger to reassure the numbers her comrades would go up against. From just the way she was in combat in the first chapter, you can tell that she has some experience. The main storyline will explain that experience, but in this chapter, you’ll see her through a different lens.
I want to give a big thanks to Andrew Wood because of the review he wrote for Scarlet. I apologize that I’m late on this Andrew--I kept saying I would do it yesterday but it slipped my mind when my allergies kicked in. Anyways, big thanks to him, and the review will be below!
Also, I want to welcome the new rebels that are following Scarlet. You all have my thanks! I’m sure soon I will be emailing you guys that haven’t ordered to get you on board, including old followers as a reminder. Please, make sure to recommend, share, or mention my book to others so that more support could come pouring in. I’d really appreciate it! That will be all for this update, and remember...stay rebellious!
From yours truly, A.J.III.
Oh! And every last one of you inspires me. Your dreams are worth chasing and I know you can make it!
Dear friends and followers,
Over the past little while, I’ve introduced a few of the characters from the novel. You may have noticed that all of them are male. This is perhaps to be expected, given the setting: there aren’t many female members in a gentlemen’s club, I think. Today, however, I’m pleased to introduce one of the women in the novel: Martha Garrett, wife of Edward Garrett.
Ladies’ clubs did exist, incidentally: just like gentlemen’s clubs, offering the same sort of services, but for women only. The University Women’s Club, founded in 1886 as the University Club for Ladies, is still "women only" today.
In the novel, Martha Garrett mentions having lunch at the Cavendish: that would be what is today the New Cavendish Club, founded in 1920 expressly for the ladies of the Voluntary Aid Detachment, or VAD. VAD nurses were not the same as military nurses: the latter were career women with stringent medical training, while the VADs were volunteers who might have had no prior experience. There was apparently some friction between the two at the beginning of the first World War, lessening as the war dragged on.
If the Cavendish was supposed to be for the VADs, would Martha Garrett, as a former military nurse, have been a member? I don’t know, but I’m sure she wouldn’t have let a trivial detail like that stop her.
Five days left! Again, I am fully funded so this is just an extra special thank-you treat! I intend to accept the Quill offer and get all y’all copies of this magnificent book just as quickly as I may! Okay, so here are two more races for your reading pleasure: Kalutai and Minotaurs.
Kalutai
Kalutai are definitively classified as a Hard or Uncivilized race, though their origins are widely disputed. It seems they are a mutation caused by the fusion of some form of biped, such as an orc, and a primeval canid or felidae ancestor, or possibly they hail from the progenitor of both genus. They have evolved into several distinct lines. Collectively, they are called kalutai, and exhibit thick fur, a hunched back, a pronounced snout, teeth with a wide jaw like that of a hyena, and rounded triangular ears set parallel to their eyes and about four inches back. They stand at about seven feet, though they hunch and so can straighten to be closer to eight. Their legs and arms are thick at the base and thin at the tip, with wide hands and feet bent such that they can effectively scramble on all fours, though they primarily walk upright.
In general, a band of Kalutai is composed of between six and ten individuals and never intermingle with other races, though they will contract out as a unit for hordes and mobs. They have thick hides and are largely impervious to fire, which has led to their propensity for using explosives. Most exhibit no natural arcane talent and the race uses both sugelancas and arcane draining bombs very readily. Of note, when one in a band goes into heat, the others almost always do so as well within a few weeks. The entire band will retire to the deep wasteland to dig a temporary den. They raise the collective young for five years before returning to their abandoned occupations. The pups are left to find their way in the world and harbor no bond to their sires or dams. Each female gives birth to a litter of between three and nine pups.
This race has a fascinating biology. All are born female, and the least dominant in a band will become a male. They tend to wear clothing approximating that worn by others in their range. In cities, this means they wear leather breastplates and thick leather shorts, though they have no cultural sense of modesty. They do tend to enjoy the very young of most races, seeing them as no different from their own abandoned pups.
Minotaur
Minotaurs: While this race usually is found in its greatest numbers on the great plains of other nations, the colossal figures do, occasionally, travel abroad. They are generally even tempered as long as nothing threatens them. At an average of twelve feet and well over a thousand pounds, very few things actually seem dangerous.
The omnivorous race is known to live for up to three hundred years, though they do not tend toward civilizations and are decidedly nomadic. When they live in cities, they usually prefer regions with fewer individuals inhabiting them. Thus, haunted, derelict or generally abandoned structures, especially those with broken walls and plenty of holes for sunlight are a preferred residence.
There are very few mutts of the race, as most females would not permit something so frail as a human male to impregnate her. Those few human females who become impregnated usually either miscarry early or die before the second of five trimesters. With considerable arcane expense and a fleet of healers, it is technically possible for a human female to bring a calf to term; a cesarean is the only way of extracting the young and the procedure renders the woman infertile ever after.
