So, I just finished up a part of a project. There’s still a long road ahead of me, but I feel like I’m actually getting somewhere now.
Just to recap, The Enigma is available on Amazon, and so is the second book in the series, Becoming the Enigma. The third book, Beast Within, will be up for preorder soon and I’ll post the preorder link as soon as I’ve got it.
But, for those who are getting into the series, you’ll be excited to hear that I’ve got something else in the works. If you’ve been reading my Loup-Garou series, you’ve been introduced to a bunch of awesome characters. Darren, Dustin, Ben, Logan, Forrest, Erik, Gregory, Michael, John, and many more to come that will make their debut in Beast Within. I’ve dropped MANY hints about their histories, like how some of the guys were on the Titanic and Logan’s rough dealings in Chicago during prohibition. Well, I won’t leave my readers hanging because I love y’all and want to immerse you in this universe I’ve created.
That’s why I’ve come up with a 17 (maybe 18) part novella series to explain EVERYONE’S backstories in greater detail. I’ll be working on these and releasing them starting in August. The original plan was to release a new one every month or so, but that may not happen so I won’t promise it. But I am working on them and they will continually roll out as I release the fourth book in the Loup-Garou series in January of 2018. Yes, I will be busy for a LONG time.
So, without further delay, let me give you a small taste of what you can expect from the first book of this novella series, The Legend.
The forest north of Wye was anything but quiet that night. He hadn’t known a moment of pure silence since his childhood years. From where he squatted under a sheltering oak, he could hear them all carry on around him as if nothing were wrong, as if an abomination like him never existed in their world.
The laughter of the townspeople in Wye was like a haunting reminder of everything he could never have. It was the first day of August, marking the first day of the harvest. He could imagine them all feasting on the fruit of their labors and celebrating in the Gule of August. If he breathed in deep enough, he could smell the freshly baked loaves of bread from the dinner tables of the families in Wye and in the surrounding farmlands. There was a time when he would have partaken in such festivities, but that time had long past and now his tongue may never know the rich enjoyment that a slice of bread and butter could bring to a tired and miserable creature.
Some distance away, separate from the celebration, he could hear a lone traveler snoring in his bed sack. He could hear the soft popping of the embers from a dying campfire and the savory smells of a beefy stew. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he still had not eaten that evening. And as wonderful as the traveler’s stew smelled, it was what he needed.
An owl called into the darkness, as if asking the unanswered question of his life. Who… Who… Who are you?