The Thousand Endless Summers have ended. The sun has fled the sky and refuses to return.
What evil is so great the sun fears to face it?
The trees in the garden refuse to bear their fruit for the people. Dark shadows have returned, claiming the garden as their own. The Summers have ended, but heroes must rise even in the darkness.
All the world’s creatures warn Seriah, but she can’t hear their voices.
Barrin faces a choice: Reawaken the trees or remind the sun of her duty. When the weight of the world’s survival lands on his young shoulders, will he stand?
Gladius is only a pudding-head; what does he know?
Amaril has vowed to stand with her husband, even as he runs to the end of the world to save a people that will never know their sacrifice.
Four lives wait to see what will come after Summers’ End.
Summers’ End will be posted four times a week until the first act of the story is completed. I’m writing this story a ‘la Snow and Smoke, if you’d like to compare to something else. This page will serve as an index to the story as well.
Chapter one will post Monday, August 31st.
Also a strong man. Which I’m not.
Last week my Bride and I purchased ninety-three books. Our library is already overflowing, quite literally. There’s no room for more volumes of anything on those shelves. We have boxes of books stacked in the hallway.
Why did we purchase more books? Continue reading
The next morning, we dined upon the dead children of our enemies. Or eggs. Same thing.
The B&B is marvelous. If you’re ever in the Madison area, look up the Speckled Hen Inn. We’ve been staying there every summer for five years now, and we’ve never been disappointed. Great rooms, amazing inkeepers, and breakfasts that… oh, they make me so happy.
We took our leave and headed out to a thrift shop we’d spotted nearby that advertised books on their big sign on the road. And… well, we found two shelves of books that were vastly overpriced and had nothing in anything we might want. Big bust. Continue reading
And then we went inside.
Inside the bookstore we found more books. It’s shocking, I know, but you can never tell with these things. Perhaps the entire building was a bibliovore-eating monstrosity, and the wagons outside full of books were just bait to catch us. And then we would have died happy, clutching our new books as we were slowly digested over a thousand years.
Sarlaac pits use books to lure people in, right?
I might be waving my geek flag a little high up the pole.
What were we talking about again? Continue reading
My Bride has suffered inconsolably the last day. I forgot a book that should have gone on the last post. She has writhed in agony while also mocking my clear lapse of character. I must right this wrong, ere the end come. Continue reading
There’s an entire room at A Room of One’s Own in Madison dedicated to advanced proofs. These are the copies of books that publishers send out before the book is released to get reviews and hopefully churn up some positive press. The books are illegal to sell. Most of the time when I see them, they’re simply mixed in with other books at used book shops. Not here! They’re absolutely free!
…for a donation of fifty cents to the local prison library fund.
We gladly donate!
So, what did we find? Continue reading
Once a summer, my Bride and I vacation in the fair city of Madison and look at used books. I’ve written up our voyages before. We returned today from our yearly jaunt, and I’m writing up our adventures again!
This year we held a sacred quest. A good friend just took a job teaching fifth and sixth grade. When he arrived at his classroom, he found not a single book. We’ve made it our goal to fill out his library with as many appropriate books as we could. On the way home we stopped by his place and dropped off the 38 books we found for him, so I won’t be saying a whole lot about those, except that some of them I really should have kept for me. Because, really, what’s more important: his classroom of young, impressionable children, or my bloated library?
We held a secondary quest. Years ago a friend left us a huge classroom read-along-sized copy of Dick and Jane. We figured the thing was worth money, so we toted it with us to Browzers of downtown Madison. They specialize in rare books. The first time I went in there, they had a first edition Wizard of Oz that made me drool so much I could have drowned the Titanic. Oh, man. I want that book.
Anyway, we parked our requisite half-mile away and I toted the huge awkward box… to find out they only buy estates and large libraries. Guy wouldn’t even look at it.
Maybe we should have called ahead. Continue reading