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Joseph Porthos
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fantasy, adventure, journey, magic, friends
fantasy, adventure, journey, magic, friends

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So when I was converting the book into the proper document style, I realized the final copy looked terrible for some reason on the kindle preview.  I don't know how this happened, but it had made a mess of the formatting.  Luckily I have several versions of the book saved at all times.

What I found out is that there was a bunch of formatting changes I had implemented in the shorter version of the book which I had previously published on kindle, but I had not made those same changes to the long draft.

What this means is I have to re-indent every paragraph, re-break every chapter and re-align every section break.

Originally I had planned to have the book up tomorrow, but next Monday is now my Target date for having the book up for sale.  It'll be $2.99 on the kindle store.  I'll keep everyone updated.
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The cover is almost done, and the final version of book 1 should be out before the end of April
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Today I wanted to share an early sketch for the upcoming cover of Fallen Throne.  Enjoy.
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I've been busy evaluating an older version of Fallen Throne that I plan to use for the release in March.  However, the wealth of edits and corrections that need to be made lead me to believe the release will be closer to April than March.

The good news is that this will allow the artist I'm working with more time to work on the cover.

It's been exciting re-reading this version of the book, and I'm looking forward to finishing the cleanup.
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Posting to say I'm taking a vacation from updates until the New Year.  Been working away on the new book, but it's still over a year away from being done.  And I don't want to start posts on it yet, as it would be too spoilery.

I think in the new year, I'll explore a bit more of the geography.  Specific places in Grey as opposed to large areas.

If I don't manage a post between now and then, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and enjoy the new year.
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So while the last of the Fallen Throne novellas will come out in January, I also plan to release the book as one work in March.

I'm not an artist.   Not by any stretch of the imagination.  Hence the somewhat simple template covers I've been using compliments of the kindle market store.

However, for the complete book, I am working with an actual artist to try to get something put together for the release.  Something more interesting than two colors.  I'll try to show some previews as work develops.

Until next time.
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Today is going to be a short update.

I'm a little over 200 pages into Book 2.  The title is still up in the air.  I want to use 'halo' somewhere in it, but it's a work in progress.  I don't do a lot of subtext, so my titles tend to be pretty straightforward.

I recently spent the last couple weeks doing some rewrites of the story.  Usually I wait until I'm done to do that, but I had enough thoughts and corrections to tackle that it just felt right doing it now.

I feel like this book will be a little shorter than Fallen Throne.  This story is much more focused, with Khristian and friends on a specific journey pretty much from the get go.  And aside from a few new faces, the gang is back together.

Well, that's it for now.  I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving, if it was a holiday you celebrated.
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After the Fall: Excerpt 8
The walk to his parents house was short, quiet, and without event.  No signs of the beast from the day before.  He skirted the intersection where he'd been attacked completely, instead sticking to the main roads and sidewalks.  He'd pass the occasional pile of clothing lying on the sidewalk, realizing the wind must have blown all the dust away.  He walked up the ramp, readying himself for what he'd find inside.  He took his keys out, unlocking the front door.  He closed his eyes as the door swung open, taking a step inside, then looking right, opening his eyes.  There was his mom's favorite nightgown, lain out flat on the recliner.  Layers of dust ran along the cushion and into the grooves of the seat.  He blinked, then walked into their bedroom, but he saw no signs of his dad.  He walked back through the living room, into the kitchen.  He gave himself hope, until he checked the basement.  There, at his father's workbench, he say the trousers, the smoking jacket, a pile of dust gathered around it.  An unfinished table leg locked into a vice.

He went back upstairs, sat down at the kitchen table, and cried.  He sobbed.  He'd never remembered crying so hard about anything.  He didn't know what to do.  There was no one.  He was it.  Nothing else.  He felt the familiar dents and chips of the table as he sat there, his face against the surface.  He lost track of time, but got up and went back through the living room, taking the stairs up to his bedroom.  He sat down on his bed, took his shoes off, and curled up and hugged a pillow, and cried some more.

He was staring at the ceiling when the lights went off.  It was still daylight outside, but the lamp went out. Vance sat up, trying the switch.  He noticed the power strip was out too.  He went back downstairs, the rest of the lights were out.  He poked his head outside.  Seeing nothing, he walked over to the neighbors house, peering in their window.  No one was about.  No lights were on.  He saw two piles of clothes and dust on the couch in front of their TV.  He turned around and went back to his house.  He locked the door, then went back upstairs to his room.  He looked around.  He needed to get out of the house.  He could not stay here, not like it was.
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After the Fall: Excerpt 7

Vance turned back to the fridge, throwing the door open.  He drank the rest of the milk; the skim, the 2% and the whole.  He drank the half and half.  He went back around to the front and grabbed the bottles out of the cooler.  He finished eight before he finally felt sated.

‟What happened to me?” he said, looking around at the empty bottles.  He felt disgusting.  He pulled his shirt off and wiped off his face with it, tossing it aside.  He looked around, but couldn't bring himself to tug one out of the piles of dust.  He tried to remember how he got here.  The Starbucks was over a mile from where he'd seen the beast and he got here in what, seconds.  It wasn't possible.  He wasn't even particularly fast in his every day life.  Trying out for track had never crossed his mind.  He got winded after running for more then a few minutes.  The city goes to hell and all of a sudden he's a gold medalist.

He looked out through the windows.  It was getting dark.  He didn't want to make the trek back to his house at night.  That thing was still out there.  Vance got up, walking back behind the counter, checking for anything he may have missed to eat.  He found a few croissants towards the front of the display, and some biscotti.  He grabbed two soda bottles from the counter and went up the stairs to the second floor.  He laid down on the floor, far enough so he couldn't be seen from anyone coming in, but close enough to see the street.  He wasn't sure how long he laid there, seeing nothing.  No cars drove by, no couples chatting, nothing.  Not even a bird chirping.  Silence.  He was a little worried about leaving the lights on, but he didn't know where the switches were, and he figured every other business had it's lights on, so the Starbucks wouldn't stand out.

It was light out when he awoke.  He rolled onto his back and felt the cellphones he had taken from the grocery.  He took one out.  It was 11:32am.  He scanned the downstairs, but if anyone had come in the night, he couldn’t tell.  He ate the biscotti, then got up, stretched, and tried his phones again.  All still with no signal.
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