Hello my Knightmares!
Thank you, so very much, to all those who purchased over the weekend. We started the weekend in the low 60s and finished in the low 80s. I can’t thank those who purchased enough. I feel reinvigorated to keep pushing.
And a special thanks for my second SUPER READER, Mr. John Abbott. Thanks, my friend, I appreciate it so much. (For those of you who do not know, a Super Reader is someone who purchases 3 or more books–you can buy up to 10 books per person. When you buy 3 or more, you get your name printed in the back of the book as a special supporter of the project.)
With this push, I have come up with an idea. I have realized that to be successful in this campaign, I cannot bear the burden of selling alone. To respond to this realization, I have come up with a new referral program!
If you refer 2 or more people to buy a book, you will receive a FREE t-shirt!
If everyone who has bought a book so far were to refer at least 2 people, we would be within a half dozen books left before we hit the 250 pre-order goal. Now, I fully realize this is wishful thinking, but I do believe many of you know at least 1 or 2 people who might appreciate this kind of book. So please, give it a try and earn yourself a free t-shirt!
NOTE: If you refer people, please make sure to contact me and let me know who you referred. I cannot keep track on my end.
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What does this proposed T-shirt look like, you say? I’m glad you asked. Please vote on the two below designs!
Design 1:
Front
Back
OR Design 2:
Front
Back
VOTE NOW!
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THE KNIGHTMARES excerpt:
“Have you never learned to defend yourself?” Thomas whispered.
“In my day,” said Gene, emoting his best grandpa impression, “we didn’t need to learn to defend ourselves. When we battled and lost, we hit the reset button. Or we used the Contra-code and got thirty extra lives.”
“Brilliant. Was every man in your day no more equipped for the world than a stuffy affluent english woman?” Thomas growled.
The rain pelts down, battering against the cold concrete ground and soaking everyone outside. People rush about, trying to duck under trees or into shops to keep dry. And I’m in the midst of all this, hood of my leather jacket up to keep my curly hair dry. I’m wearing sunglasses despite the dark clouds looming overhead.
I wrap my arms around myself, shivering in the cold. I tap my foot impatiently, waiting to cross the road. Beside me, I can see a short blonde woman glance over curiousl. . .
The rain pelts down, battering against the cold concrete ground and soaking everyone outside. People rush about, trying to duck under trees or into shops to keep dry. And I’m in the midst of all this, hood of my leather jacket up to keep my curly hair dry. I’m wearing sunglasses despite the dark clouds looming overhead.
I wrap my arms around myself, shivering in the cold. I tap my foot impatiently, waiting to cross the road. Beside me, I can see a short blonde woman glance over curiousl. . .
