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All fur coat and no knickers
All fur coat and no knickers

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Out today!
THE MINUS FACTION Omnibus available tomorrow

The entire seven-episode collection is still 99 cents for the "soft launch" period.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BLK7D3/

If they knew anything, the guards in the watchtowers and those pacing along the outer wall knew this: that it was impossible a threat of any size could approach undetected, either from the ground or from the air. They knew this with religious certainty, and not just because someone important had explained it to them in training. Each man had been required to participate in air- and ground-assault war games while the massive concrete fortress was still under construction. Several of those games had even used live ammunition, and more than one life had been lost. Yet through two dozen attempts, and despite that all of the assailants knew, in laborious detail, what no one else could—the precise layout, technology, and weaponry that defended the base—not a single team ever got so far as the chain link fence that surrounded the west end in an arc ten miles across.

That didn’t mean no one would ever attack them, of course. But everyone knew, given the systems and weaponry that protected them, such an attack could never proceed in secret. So if the night were silent, that meant no threat was imminent and they could relax and count the moments until shift change.

It was possible, a few had supposed (over beers, after the war games, while they traded stories and bragged about which assault groups had made it further than the rest), that a lone man or perhaps as many as three or four might weave around the hidden sensors that dotted the sparse forest surrounding the dam complex. But they would need detailed schematics and state-of-the-art military stealth tech.

Even so, their comrades countered, that would only take the assailants as far as the outer wall, a ten-meter concrete behemoth studded regularly in watchtowers, each outfitted with infrared cameras and sonic scanners capable of hearing a hummingbird’s wing at three hundred paces. If any sensor were tripped, or even went offline, each watchtower immediately went into tactical mode. A soft alarm would sound as a holographic map filled the 360-degree window and gave the officers inside the precise location of whatever blip had triggered it all. After that, it was simply a matter of pressing the button that said, yes, we would like the turret-mounted 30mm cannons, already tracking the anomaly, to go ahead and kill whatever it is while we sip our tea.

Perhaps, if some strange fluke of the universe allowed something as large as a tank to get that close, the guards might have to go so far as pressing a second button that said, yes, while you’re at it, go ahead and launch the surface-to-surface missiles—all twelve tubes—and obliterate whatever is left while we slurp our noodles.

So it was with a blast of bowel-loosening surprise that the men in the towers, and those pacing along the grassy gap before the wall, watched the geodesic contraption, like a three-meter-wide soccer ball, erupt through the tree line in a burst of leaves—as if it had come from nowhere—and bounce over the asphalt of the construction lot.

And the world itself seemed to freeze.

The guards went pale as the mechanical intruder flattened a Jeep, bounced again, and struck the compound’s concrete barrier with a vibrating clang before settling into an uncomfortable silence on a bare patch of earth. Metal tubes on the device’s exterior formed the interlocking geodesic shape that protected the complex internal mechanisms underneath, which blinked irregularly between bundles of cords and wire.

After a moment’s rest, barely enough time to reach for the intercom, the machine started beeping. Slowly at first.

Then faster.

Although everyone within sight was transfixed, only one of the speechless onlookers, a foot-soldier standing not ten paces away, noticed the writing spray-painted in dribbling neon green. It simply said, in English:

OPEN WIDE
ASSHOLES

The final word had been struck through—covered in a line of paint—and replaced with the word JERKS, seemingly in a different hand. That, too, was crossed out, this time with two lines, and underneath was painted another word twice the size of the others:

FUCKWADS!!!

As the officers in the towers argued about why the computers couldn’t see the device—and what to tell the control room—the men on the ground rallied in a circle and tiptoed forward.

And then the utterly unthinkable happened.

Gravity itself gave way.

Everything within a hundred meters of the machine got lighter. Anything within thirty meters started rising into the air: rocks, twigs, vehicles, weapons, and flailing men. All of it hung still for a moment.

Then all of it—everything hanging in space—imploded.

The device collapsed into a dark hole and took everything with it, swallowing the surrounding air with such speed that there was nothing left to carry sound, and as the dump truck in the nearby lot was lifted into the air and pulled into the hole, crumpling into a tiny ball as it too disappeared, there was nothing but silence amid the chaos.

And so it went, on and on, as trees, rocks, squirming soldiers, bags of dry concrete, fencing, and construction equipment were pulled from the ground and disappeared into nothing.

Then it stopped.

Those watching blinked once.

Then it exploded.

Mass that had been constrained to a single point accelerated outward and turned to energy. The ground underneath the expanding hole absorbed more than it could contain, buckled into a crater, and sent ripples in all directions, like an earthquake, as the shock wave obliterated the compound’s impressive barrier, shattered glass, and flattened every tree within a kilometer of the epicenter.

A mushroom cloud of dust, heat, and debris rose into the sky, obscuring the aircraft that descended from above.

from Episode Six: SHOCKWAVE

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Very, very, very recommended. And so cheap!
First Announcement!

The omnibus ebook is up for pre-order! The entire single-volume series is 99 pennies for the next week or so.

REMINDER: I'm asking folks who've already left reviews to please copypasta theirs over to the new edition, and to please buy it first -- not because I need your 35 cents but because Amazon sorts reviews by "verified purchases," which is actually a great way to combat fake reviews. (I need a critical mass, around 20-30, in order to be able to do any kind of effective marketing.)

Of course, there's nothing to stop those who haven't read the series from picking up the whole thing for a steal. After this intro period, the ebook omnibus goes back up to $8.99. The king-size paperback will be $19.99.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BLK7D3/
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I really enjoyed this one, but remember The Brass Giant comes first.
SALE ALERT! if you haven't read THE GUILD CONSPIRACY, now's the time! only $0.99, wherever ebooks are sold: https://brooke-johnson.com/books/the-guild-conspiracy/
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Buscando algo apropiado para mi querida +Rosa Iribarnegaray​ resulta que le he hecho una colección de rosas (en mayor o menor medida).

Besos y abrazos, guapísima, y un maravilloso cumpleaños para ti. 😘😘😘

#happybirthday
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Qué risas más tontas, por favor...

Felices Reyes, gente.
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Adivinad lo que le dieron a la menda por Navidad...

^_^ <3

(llegó ayer)

+Tomas J. Luis​ 😘😘
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Ouch!!

http://www.lavanguardia.com/cultura/20161221/412760628386/paco-de-lucia.html

Ese tipo de fallos se perdonan en gente que se dedica a otra cosa, no a escribanos profesionales.
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WTAF?

Regalo de Navidad, de camino desde USA, pasa por Alemania, toca Barcelona... "en reparto" en Barcelona? WTF?!?

Contacto con el mensajero (filial de UPS, btw), "esto... Barna no es Palma, you know", contestación: disculpe Vd., es que nunca recibimos el paquete de Amazon. WTF?!?!? Entonces qué cohone ha estado viajando por el mundo, señores? La etiqueta??? O.o' #esperandorespuesta

Me estáis intentando birlar el regalo de navidad, verdad? Confesad y #notonmywatchNO ¬¬
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