It’s Christmas! Not Happy Holidays, not Festive Season. It’s Christmas: and if you don’t like it, get over it.
I don’t care if you celebrate Hanukkah, Ramadan, Diwali or Beltane. I celebrate Christmas; so what right have you to object, or be offended?
So, Happy Christmas to each and very one of you, wherever you come from, and whatever you believe in.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
More book selling
My co-authors call me up and get hysterical if the book isn't in Brentano's. I say "tough luck." If I have an idea for a new display or promotion, I'll send it to the publisher. It's no good sitting back and saying the publisher stinks.
Samm Sinclair Baker
The world is changing, book selling is getting harder, get a book published is the very devil: so you if you've got one out there, work like hell to get it sold, because no one else will.
Nicholas Boving
Samm Sinclair Baker
The world is changing, book selling is getting harder, get a book published is the very devil: so you if you've got one out there, work like hell to get it sold, because no one else will.
Nicholas Boving
Book selling
To write books is easy, it requires only pen and ink and the ever-patient paper. To print books is a little more difficult, because genius so often rejoices in illegible handwriting. To read books is more difficult still, because of the tendency to go to sleep. But the most difficult task of all that a mortal man can embark on is to sell a book.
From a poem by Felix Dahn paraphrased by Sir Stanley Unwin.
From a poem by Felix Dahn paraphrased by Sir Stanley Unwin.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Frances West has arrived
You don’t know how lucky you are: Frances West is coming into your life. Beautiful, clever, tough and resourceful, with a nose for trouble and a way of dealing with it that’ll leave you breathless, she gets herself in and out of danger like she’s in a revolving door, and leaves behind a trail of antagonists wondering what the hell hit them. Frances West is something else, and we mean something else. Go meet her at the E-Book site Smashwords, at: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Nicholas
Gunn, Maxim Gunn.
All you armchair adventurers, you frustrated highwaymen, would-be spies and knights in shining armour with no damsels in distress and not a dragon in sight, take comfort because Maxim Gunn can take you where before you went only in your dreams. Find Maxim Gunn at: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Nicholas
Friday, November 6, 2009
Frances West
CASTLE DARK - A Frances West adventure.
In a Fortress Dark with chains upon her feet. Not in her wildest dreams had Frances West imagined anything so bizarre, and deadly, as the situation she found herself in when Drakkar the Vampire abducted her from her home in England.
But she had got in his way in Prague, and then her kitchen stove blew up, and there was the man in the middle of the road in the rainstorm when she flipped her Porsche, and after that it all got wild until she found herself in the dungeons of a crumbling Transylvanian castle, an event that sent a rescue team into action that should have scared Drakkar silly. But then, six hundred years earlier, he'd been famous soldier and nothing much frightened him.
Frances West escapes from the dungeons, gets herded by wolves that aren't quite wolves, has a bloody and terrifying battle with saw-toothed raptors from a Jurassic hell, contends with mindless zombies, a screaming snowstorm, and resists all attempts to steal her mind and life force in her efforts to bring Drakkar's reign of terror to an end.
In a Fortress Dark with chains upon her feet. Not in her wildest dreams had Frances West imagined anything so bizarre, and deadly, as the situation she found herself in when Drakkar the Vampire abducted her from her home in England.
But she had got in his way in Prague, and then her kitchen stove blew up, and there was the man in the middle of the road in the rainstorm when she flipped her Porsche, and after that it all got wild until she found herself in the dungeons of a crumbling Transylvanian castle, an event that sent a rescue team into action that should have scared Drakkar silly. But then, six hundred years earlier, he'd been famous soldier and nothing much frightened him.
Frances West escapes from the dungeons, gets herded by wolves that aren't quite wolves, has a bloody and terrifying battle with saw-toothed raptors from a Jurassic hell, contends with mindless zombies, a screaming snowstorm, and resists all attempts to steal her mind and life force in her efforts to bring Drakkar's reign of terror to an end.
Introducing Frances West in "Castle Dark"
Not another Relic Hunter. Not another Lara Croft. Not another Sydney Bristow and definitely not another Jinx. Frances West is something else, and we mean something else.
Beautiful, clever, tough and resourceful, with a nose for trouble and a way of dealing with it that’ll leave you breathless, she gets herself in and out of danger like she’s in a revolving door, and leaves behind a trail of antagonists wondering what the hell hit them.
And they’re different too. No megalomaniacs out to destroy the world, no mad scientist and no master criminals. Frances West takes on the supernatural, creatures and beings that should not be, and there’s the odd thing from outer space to sweeten the pot.
You'll find her at Smashwords.com
Follow the link to: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Nicholas
Beautiful, clever, tough and resourceful, with a nose for trouble and a way of dealing with it that’ll leave you breathless, she gets herself in and out of danger like she’s in a revolving door, and leaves behind a trail of antagonists wondering what the hell hit them.
And they’re different too. No megalomaniacs out to destroy the world, no mad scientist and no master criminals. Frances West takes on the supernatural, creatures and beings that should not be, and there’s the odd thing from outer space to sweeten the pot.
You'll find her at Smashwords.com
Follow the link to: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Nicholas
Sunday, November 1, 2009
The Warlock
New novel for you to review. Go to http://www.authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=13311
Evil is alive and well. Demons exist. I know, for I have seen them. I have fought them and they are very real.
On the advice of his doctor, Allan Collins, an over-worked executive takes a sabbatical at the monastery of Agios Dimitrios on the lonely Grecian island of Melanos. Collins meets Vincent Marat; a balding, middle-aged man of great wealth, impeccable taste and magnetic personality who has surrounded himself with a strange assortment of house guests, including the beautiful Alberta, the saturnine Diego and the self-absorbed twins. It is a menagerie of the unordinary, even the displaced, as Collins feels he has walked through the looking glass into some fanciful and erotic land. Brother Evangelos, the Abbot of Agios Dimitrios, warns him that he should not be taken in; that Vincent Marat is a dangerous man, a diabolist and he should be on his guard at all times. Collins heeds his advice but still finds it hard to see Marat, who calls himself Ipsissimus, the highest grade of magician, as more than an egotistical and hedonistic deviant.
Evil is alive and well. Demons exist. I know, for I have seen them. I have fought them and they are very real.
On the advice of his doctor, Allan Collins, an over-worked executive takes a sabbatical at the monastery of Agios Dimitrios on the lonely Grecian island of Melanos. Collins meets Vincent Marat; a balding, middle-aged man of great wealth, impeccable taste and magnetic personality who has surrounded himself with a strange assortment of house guests, including the beautiful Alberta, the saturnine Diego and the self-absorbed twins. It is a menagerie of the unordinary, even the displaced, as Collins feels he has walked through the looking glass into some fanciful and erotic land. Brother Evangelos, the Abbot of Agios Dimitrios, warns him that he should not be taken in; that Vincent Marat is a dangerous man, a diabolist and he should be on his guard at all times. Collins heeds his advice but still finds it hard to see Marat, who calls himself Ipsissimus, the highest grade of magician, as more than an egotistical and hedonistic deviant.
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