In celebration of Knot in Time hitting the century mark for reviews — absolutely blown away by this! — I’m having a sale next week. Beginning on May 28, you can pick up the Kindle version for 99 cents, but only for a few days.
Right now, however, Amazon is having a sale on the paperback at over 50% off! I’m sure this deal won’t last long so, if you prefer the dead tree format for your books, there’s never been a better time to pick this one up. (I can’t hardly buy them from the printing house at this price — it’s a great deal.)
Darius isn’t going anywhere with his dead end life. So what does it matter if he takes the recruiter up on his offer to become a Keeper? Everyone has given up on him anyway. He might as well get the heck out of Dodge…or out of 2012, at least.
Keepers are the custodians of time. If a thread gets messed up, well, you know. There could be all sorts of problems. But sometimes time dilemmas can get sticky in a hurry. Can Darius (Dare for short) murder someone to keep the thread intact? Can he wipe out thousands because it was supposed to have happened in the past?
This was a super snarled-up kind of story that makes you really think through the plot. All the many strands tie up nicely, to the author’s credit. I enjoyed it immensely. It does have some mild language and themes that put the age limit up into the teens. But for those older readers who like sci-fi, this is a great pick.
Thanks, Michelle! And thanks to all the reviewers for taking the time to not only read the story, but post your thoughts on the book. They mean a great deal to me.
So, under the “better late than never” category! …
I promised this last week and got buried again, but here is the first couple of pages in Dare’s next adventure, titled Abandon Hope.
Abandon Hope, Tales of Uncertainty Book 2
I’ve never been a big fan of Westerns.
Oh, I’d seen some good ones. Val Kilmer was awesome as Doc Holiday in Tombstone. I also remembered hearing Tarantino was doing one later in 2012, which I’m sure would have been interesting, but Bob had showed up and my life changed just a bit after that.
Experiencing a Western first hand had not helped my appreciation of them.
A bead of sweat trickled down my cheek as a relentless southern New Mexico sun baked my uncovered head. Kim had dumped me into a blistering June day in 1889, to investigate a minuscule insertion she had discovered. The thing was so small, she’d only been able to pinpoint it to a half hour block of time. With me in the thread, she said she’d be able to isolate it. So, I’d been crouched near a parched sage brush, doing my impression of a baked potato minus the tin foil, for the past twenty minutes. I was pretty sure I was done.
“Anything?” I said, wiping my forehead with an already-wet T-shirt sleeve.
“Don’t you think I would have alerted you if I had detected the insertion?” Kim’s acerbic voice said in my ear.
“I think you enjoy seeing me suffer.”
“It’s only midmorning at your current position in the thread. The temperature in the area won’t peak for another four hours and sixteen minutes.”
“What’s the forecast for today? Searing to partly broiling?” I said as I adjusted my position in the sandy soil. Dust rose in slow motion from my movement, adding to what had already settled around my nose and eyes. “I’m going to look like a lobster before we’re finished.”
“Your complaints are ceaseless. I can easily repair any damage to your precious carcass once you return.”
I blew out a breath and bit back a retort about the only ceaseless things here being the heat, dust and boredom. Recent memories of M’sang Tah chastising me for my lack of patience replayed in my head. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have guessed this to be one of their “teaching” simulations.
I did, however, know better. My intuitive feelings — or more likely my ability to recognize them — had become sharper over what I guessed had been a span of three or four months. Hopping from thread to thread and, in between, existing in an isolated workspace, completely removed from time itself, well … I tended to lose track of the thing it had become my job to protect. Funny how that works. But Kim and M’sang Tah had been unable to trick me again with a simulation after my inglorious Abraham Lincoln episode. Even though Kim piped the information directly into my brain and everything looked, smelled, and felt real, some little corner of my mind wasn’t fooled. On their last attempt, a few weeks before, it had taken me less than two minutes to realize what was happening. The two hadn’t tried since.
“I have it,” Kim said. “Directly ahead of your current position. Thirty-four point six eight feet.”
What’s that? You want more? Hm. I’ll have to think about that. Be good, tell all your friends, and maybe I’ll post some more next week 😉 Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed this little taste!
This is a post I did for Tracy Riva’s Blog last week. Plus, you might have a look under the tree …
The Moment When Get Turns Into Give
As a youngster, I remember heading back to school after the holidays excited to visit with my friends. We lived out of town and didn’t have many close neighbors. Those were the days before cell phones, texting, and Skype. No, dinosaurs were not alive, but we did occasionally play with plastic ones.
“What did you get for Christmas?”
This question was asked and answered dozens of times during that first day back. Notes were compared, “oohs” and “ahs” were shared, and winners and losers were crowned.
“Did you hear what Billy got?”
“Yes! Gosh, he’s so lucky!”
Kids are naturally self-absorbed. They’re just wired that way. For them, Christmas is simply a bonanza of gifts bestowed upon them by a strange fat man in a red suit who is oddly concerned about their behavior. Later, the source of the gifts changes to parents and family, who are still annoyingly focused on behavior, but usually give up the goods anyway.
Never did I hear the question, “What did you give for Christmas?”
I believe I was in eighth grade when in early December, my dad scolded me for being selfish. I don’t remember what I did to earn the tongue lashing. I was an only child, and so it could have been for any number of things and rightly so. The reason I recall the scolding was my response to it. Being the spoiled child I was, I decided to prove to my dad just how unselfish I could be by buying an unprecedented number of gifts for him, and especially my mom. I had saved up a decent amount of money over the summer and fall, and committed myself to spending most, if not all, of it on my parents for Christmas.
Yeah, that’ll show ‘em! I smugly told myself.
The funny thing was, as I spent time going through various stores downtown after school for the next several days, I found myself really enjoying the shopping. I discovered gifts I thought my parents would truly like and appreciate, and I grew more and more excited for Christmas to arrive so I could give them the things I’d purchased and had lovingly wrapped. When the big morning came, my heart swelled when they opened their packages and smiles appeared on their faces. I don’t remember any of the presents I received that year, but I vividly remember the warm feeling I had from giving.
Silly parents! They had no idea who they were dealing with!
Since then, I have spoiled my own children, as most parents do, and watched with joy as they ripped through wrapping paper to greet a new treasure with wide eyes and bright smiles. We get so caught up in the commercial aspect of the holidays any more that we often lose sight of the simple act of giving. We stand, bleary eyed, in the department store, checking off items from a list instead of taking just a few moments to browse, with someone else in mind, for something that will spark that smile of joy on their face. A smile that will be mirrored on your own face when you see it.
What did you give for Christmas?
Merry Christmas to all! Oh! Wait, what’s that under the tree? Hey, it looks like there’s a present for you…
Knot in Time is FREE for Kindle (which includes Kindle apps on your iPad, phone, or computer) December 25-27, 2012. Please download and spread the word, far and wide!
Also, I’m running a giveaway on GoodReads from Christmas until the 31st for two signed copies of Knot in Time. Go here to enter.
Lastly, Knot in Time has been nominated for “Best of 2012” in the Young Adult category at Predators and Editors. Please give it a vote, if you’re so inclined, but if you see a title listed there you enjoyed more, by all means, vote it up. I’m honored to be considered. Also, have a look at some of the other categories while you’re there. You might find some other great reads you hadn’t heard about before.
See you in 2013!