Sunday Snippet – 5th May 2024

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The children were the first to spot The Memory Man. Gillian was playing catch with her older brother when the discordant chimes echoed across the valley. Immediately, she dropped the ball and ran back toward their home. She was old enough now, almost seven, and her father had promised. He’d promised!

Quote of the Month – April

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“We gather in huge cities of concrete and steel, belching exhaust fumes into the sky and filling our nights with so much light that even the stars can’t compete. We’ve forgotten fear.”

So Far, So Good

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I’m currently running a sale on all three of the Serial Killer Z books (discounting them from $4.99 to 99c/99p or whatever the equivalent is in your part of the world).

The sale really kicked off on Sunday and so far, the results have been great.

Sunday Snippet – 28th April 2024

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The dead man lunged across the road toward me, too-white teeth clacking as they chewed at imaginary flesh. Its eyes were sharklike black orbs, and they tracked me as I moved. Its right foot had been crushed and was dragging behind the zombie, slowing it down. Rancid breath laced with the smell of carrion and blood washed over my face and caught in my throat.

Big Serial Killer Z Sale

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Covers of the three Serial Killer Z books. Serial Killer Z, Sanctuary, and Shadows

If you subscribe to my newsletter or follow me on Bluesky, you’ll know that a few weeks ago I was due to run a Bookbub promotion on the first Serial Killer Z book. Bookbub promos are a) very hard to get and b) very expensive. Which made it particularly annoying when technical difficulties at Amazon prevented me from discounting the book, meaning the promo automatically got cancelled, leaving me hundreds of dollars out of pocket.

Sunday Snippet – 21st April 2024

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Jackson stared up at the women hanging on the wall, trying to decide which one he should add to his collection. He licked his lips. His mouth was dry, sticky. None of these particular items were available back in the U.S. At least not unless you were prepared to pay exorbitant import duties. Neither Jackson nor his dad were going to do that, and Jackson had brought a second suitcase with him just for this sort of opportunity.

AI vs Artists

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I occasionally post short films on a Friday, but this week, I’m going for something different – a documentary on “AI” image generators.