Howdy folks! It has been a fantastic week here at Bowl of Souls Ranch (We have a sheep). I have been staying up through the night hard at work on Behemoth. Folks, we are getting close. More on that below.
As for audiobook news, I want you all to know that I have spoken with Andrew Tell and he is ready to start work on the narration of Behemoth by Mid July. This means that there will not be the delay that we have had with past books.
This also means that Behemoth will be complete and available for Kindle users BEFORE mid July. Hopefully much before. I tend to release to upload my books to Amazon the moment my final editing pass is complete, so keep your peepers on this page as the days roll by for more specific details.
Behemoth Mini Preview #5
Mini-previews are short clips of scenes from the book, kind of like the glimpses of scenes you see in movie trailers. Each one will only be a few paragraphs long, but will give you a taste of what is to come. I try to pick these scenes in such a way that they do not spoil major plot points, however: If you have not read the other books in the Jharro Grove Saga, most specifically Troll King and Priestess of War, SPOILERS AHEAD!
One evening after dropping off the newest batch of newborns, Murtha reached out and grabbed his hand. Djeri tensed up in surprise and once again he felt a surge of guilt inside him. Though he didn’t pull away, Murtha sensed his discomfort and let go, her cheeks coloring.
There was silence as Djeri tried to think of something to say.
“Jerry,” Murtha said hesitantly. “I’ve been think-king about something.”
“Yes?” he said. It irritated him when others wouldn’t say his name correctly, but he wasn’t so bothered when she did it. The shape of her mouth made it hard for her to say it right.
“It’s about you and me,” she said, giving him a sideways glance. “Out of all the trollk-kin we’re the only part-dwarves. Why do you think-k that is?”
He shrugged, “I think it’s just because there aren’t many dwarves that live in Malaroo.”
“There ain’t,” she agreed. “It’s one of those things that I know even though I don’t know why I know it.”
“Me too,” he said, giving her a smile.
“Do you think, maybe we . . . knew each other?” Murtha asked.
This was one of the things Mellinda had wanted him to suggest to her. Feeling guilty once again he said, “Maybe. I mean it makes sense that we would.”
She gave him a slanted grin, exposing her rows of sharpened teeth. “I thought of a way we c-can tell.”