#WordFire Press

[brokehorrorfan]

Friend of the site Jason Savio has published his debut book, Artie's Bark. It's available in hardcover, paperback, and e-book via Wordfire Press.

Savio describes the 174-page coming-of-age horror novel as "Pumpkinhead meets Pet Sematary with a dash of The Sandlot.” The synopsis is below.

There's a difference between curses and hauntings. Curses can be broken.

Brighton Falls is like any other safe, ho-hum town in America with a bad baseball team, clean sidewalks, and nosy neighbors. That all changes, however, when a pet is brutally killed and other animals begin to go missing, one by one.

Then Artie, the dog of middle-schooler Tommy Watson, suddenly falls gravely ill. Tommy's search to help his beloved animal friend unravels an evil, small-town secret that goes back centuries and binds everyone together.

Neighborhood savior Carl Crocker pledges to bring the guilty party to justice. But what does the despised recluse Old Man Rooney know about Crocker that no one else does?

With a community on edge and time running out, it's up to Tommy-and his dog-to finally put to rest what no one else can ... and make the hardest decision of his life. It will test both his courage and love.

Jason Savio's first novel blends horror with heart into a coming-of-age story that shows how far people will go to prevent the inevitable, the ways we deal with grief, and the importance of friendship when all seems lost.

Order Artie’s Bark.

#horror #pumpkinhead #pet sematary #the sandlot #horror books #jason savio #book #gift #stephen king

[clockworkfall]

Tell us a story

ok i know it's been what you could call a Hot Minute since you sent this but i woke up in a fugue and wrote this and i hurt myself in the process (emotionally)

also thank you for asking for stories genuinely it makes me very happy

also also! i will be posting this on my writing account, @wordfires

It had been mere hours since I had seen him. He had been where he always was⁠— up in his study, door unlocked should I need him. There was no way for me to know the fate that had befallen him, nor what it would leave me.

I was downstairs, by the fire in the library. He was working as he always was at that infernal Project. O, I cannot call it infernal. It was as much his love as he was mine. Perhaps it was love that was so insidious. Perhaps my judgment is clouded.

The Project itself I have never fully understood. I have loved him and I think it has simply been beyond my ken. The man himself I should like to think I have known and felt and understood, in at least as many ways as he has me.

We met at the university library. He was as yet a student, I recently graduated. The library was open to the community, and in the little time that I had, I had taken to checking out books on things I lacked all knowledge of. Something to keep the mind at work outside of the grind of employ. I read somewhere it was good to work the brain at infrequent tasks to keep the wit quick. In my memory he is clear, though I cannot for the life of me remember where on earth we were within the winding stacks.

I find all possible links I could draw to his Project blank in my memory now.

But his smile, the way it was always lopsided, so as to hide the chipped tooth he was so embarrassed by. That is clear as the glasses he refused to wear. I remember, he always tucked them in his pocket and I always worried they would be crushed. He always reassured me that they were perfectly safe. I cannot help but believe him now.

Our love was slow. I think he was shy, he says I was rather bold. I like to think I just couldn’t help myself, even if it meant bending a few expectations. We married six years later, on the last day of autumn. He came across the revelation that sparked the Project the next night. I remember how he held me, so tight I thought I would never find a safer place than his arms.

You read so many stories of husbands lost to their work. Mine was never lost to me. He was mine even in his worst moments, in the moments of feverish philosophy. I remember, in our third year of marriage, he did come down with fever. I worried so much then; the way he tossed and turned in restless sleep, the incessant rambling of indecipherable thought. I had tried to write it down for him, but when he finally pulled through he had less of an idea of the notes’ meaning than I.

He had his position at the university, as I had my own work, finances were never the worry. Between our schedules, and his time in his study and mine in the library, there was always time for us. Once, I had taken ill with the season, and to my knowledge for the fortnight I was laid up with fever he did not once leave my side, except for to fetch us food and new books. Even when he had to leave for work, he left notes on a small pile of reading for me should I have felt well enough. He was so utterly dedicated to that which he loved.

It has only been recently that I feel a change occurred.

It was not long after our fifteenth anniversary that it happened. Nothing in his behaviors changed, nor did his manner towards me, I think it was his perspective on the Project. Some unfathomable shift in his mind. It is all so unclear.

I do not think I am much longer for this world, forgive me, but I must move along. That which is unknown to me is not particularly pressing.

The firelight had swept out. That is the best way I can understand it. It was as if some great shadow had come across the fireplace. And then it flickered back to life. I don’t know what it was, but some Thing in my gut told me it was him and his Project and at long last he had crossed a threshold not meant for him.

I moved faster than I had in some time, the candlelight in the halls of our house flickering in and out without so much as a breath and found myself at the door of the study. Unlocked. Shadows dancing from beneath the crack of the door. Labored breathing, so familiar to my old heart. I pressed on, the wood of the door so cold to the touch I thought it almost ice.

And there he was. He was mine, as he had always been, but something was so changed I fear I cannot put it into words. I could scarcely comprehend it when it was before me.

It was as if he was not truly there. I remember he turned towards me, and he wore that smile of his. But the grimace behind it showed the tooth that should have been chipped, and it was just as perfectly shaped as I imagine it once was. He told me he was sorry. He told me it was not death but we must part and I think I started to cry and that is when he stood from his chair and put his arms around me.

I have never felt so alone. His arms were nothing, a wisp, cold against me. I did not even try to hold him, that anchor deep within me telling me whatever nothing was left of him would break me more than anything.

He thanked me. And he apologized as he had so many times before in that voice he used only for me, that his work would take him far. He said he loved me and I felt ice in my throat when he kissed my cheek. He pulled away and I have never felt such anger as that at my relief at the warmth in his absence. He took me by the shoulders, and he said to me: “I have loved you more than I think any one person has ever loved. If I forget you I think my heart will always remember, and if my mind and your memory remain, then I shall spend every moment wishing I was different and that I might have made you happy.”

The shadows in the curls of his hair stretched, the darkness under his collar becoming a secondary maw, the pool of darkness below his feet a gaping pit. I reached for him and I can only hope that the outstretched shadow of an arm was the last vestige of his rather than my own.

His glasses were perched tidily atop a neatly stacked pile of notebooks and paper on his desk.

I have not left this study since, save to scavenge for the last of the food in our cupboards. I do not know how much time has passed. I have been reading his notes and the books he kept here. If I am correct, I will join him, wherever he has gone. If I am wrong, then I will no longer suffer his absence. I leave this to whoever may find these notes if they come looking for us. If they haven’t already; if my senses have not failed me I believe there was a knock at our door not some hours past. It does not matter. I will find him, or I will cease.

#ask #definitelynot-darcy #genuinely though i did get out of bed to write this #and i am sure there are a number of typos which i am electing to attribute to #desperately trying not to wake my roommate up with the light of my screen #and not being able to see the keyboard or what i was typing particularly well

[laughingbriar]

A Bit of Luck - Cover Art Reveal

Here is a sneak peak at the Cover Art for the A Bit of Luck: Alternate Histories in Honor of Eric Flint is the ninth anthology edited by Lisa Mangum and published by WordFire Press. I’ve the amazing good fortune to be a contributer to this Anthology. Profits support the endowment fund for #SuperstarsWriting. History may be written by the victors, but it is not always written in stone. Often the…

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[rithebard]

Tomorrow at 7pm pt; #ChattingWithSherri welcomes #WOTF #PublishedFinalistwriter; #RebeccaTreasure; http://tobtr.com/12192387 #interview @wotf @rebeccatreasure

[theresabookreviews]

[bookcoverbasics]

A Few Words from Kevin J. Anderson and WordFire Press

Kevin J. Anderson is not only a world-class science fiction author he is also the publisher and art director of WordFire Press, which specializes in (not surprisingly) science fiction, as well as fantasy, horror and mystery.

Among WordFire's latest releases are some striking cover designs---

Mr. Anderson has kindly offered to illustrate some of the processes involved in the evolution of the cover for a forthcoming WordFire book.

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I am the artist director for WordFire Press. I've art-directed over 400 book covers , and I'm at a point in my traditional publishing career where I can demand input on my covers as well. I don't necessarily have any artistic talent to create the covers, but I do have artistic vision in that I can figure out what I want a cover to look like. Once I know what I want on the cover, I then convey that to my WFP designer (who really "gets" me and understands what I'm asking for), and she produces finished work.

Here's a process for a cover we released, and I'm very happy with it—DISAPPEARED, a YA thriller along the lines of GONE GIRL, a teenage brother and sister trying to solve the mystery of their mother's disappearance ... and they grow more and more sure that their dad had something to do with it. The author hunted through stock art services and found this creepy image, which we both found haunting:

In this genre, the covers generally have big, blocky sans serif type, and the way this art is staged, I envisioned a big word DISAPPEARED vertical down the side along the right cover edge. This was easy enough for me to mock up myself in Pages. This is my home-grown attempt:

I gave that to the designer, who then produced the "real" cover. Note, the font is a little different and more compact, which allowed her to make it bigger to fill the vertical space.

This is almost exactly right, but we had just received a glowing cover blurb from Jonathan Maberry, so that HAD to go on the book. And, ummm, do you see it? Thanks to the awkward positioning of the model's hand on the original photograph, we have what we call the "embarrassing crotch bulge problem" (it's a technical term in publishing). Fortunately the designer knew how to fix that. Here's the new one, with Maberry quote and no crotch bulge:

[moonsheen]

So, today’s an exciting day. MINOTAUR, my YA cyberpunk retelling of Theseus and the Minotaur has just been released courtesy WordFire Press. Set in a futuristic city where the Greek Gods are all powerful AIs, it stars a genderswapped Icarus, scheming princes, and yes, there are monster boyfriends. It’s been a long time coming and I’m so happy to finally get this one to press. Summary is as follows:

A futuristic retelling of Icarus, Theseus, and the Minotaur in a city run by artificial gods As daughter of the royal architect, Ikki set out to discover a new world the day she flew her homemade bi-plane up beyond Crete's artificial sun.  Instead, she crashed her plane and found herself on trial for a crime she didn't commit. She is exiled to the Labyrinth—the city's ever-shifting mechanical core—and she has seven days to find her way back out. If Ikki can escape in time, she will be declared innocent by the gods of Crete. But no one has ever returned. Lost among the moving walls and pursued by a diabolical engine large enough to shake the floors, she soon realizes there is a reason that no one has escaped the labyrinth. Determined to clear her name, Ikki's only hope for salvation lies in the very thing that is hunting her: a fearsome beast known only as the Minotaur.

Please consider buying a digital copy on Amazon! And if you do, please also consider leaving a nice review on Goodreads. I’m super indie, so good word of mouth helps me keep telling stories like this.

This book has been five years in the making and I appreciate all the support you’ve all given me over that time! I hope I have provided the quality monster boyfriend content you all deserve.

#fiction #my writing #YA #monster boyfriend #greek mythology #book #book debut #book birthday #minotaur #WordFire Press

[progarchy]

Neil Peart's Painful Victory: Vapor Trails

Neil Peart’s Painful Victory: Vapor Trails

Happy 16th birthday to Vapor Trails

It would not be an exaggeration to argue that meeting Carrie Nuttall served as one of the most important moments in Peart’s life and in precipitating Rush 3.0.  In her, Peart found a reason to live fully, a reason to rediscover excellence, and a reason to return to his life in Rush.  It was through their mutual friend, Andrew McNaughton (now deceased), that the…

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#Canada #Carrie Nuttall #Neil Peart #NEIL PEART: CULTURAL (RE)PERCUSSIONS #Progressive rock #Rush #WordFire Press

[weirdletter]

Monsters, Movies & Mayhem, edited by Kevin J. Anderson, WordFire Press, 2020. Info: wordfirepress.com.

Lights! Camera! Monsters? Sometimes you go to the movies. And sometimes, the movies—and their monsters—come to you. At any moment, without notice, monsters once relegated to the screen become a reality. Aliens and demons, dragons and ghosts, werewolves, vampires, zombies, and seemingly ordinary people who are just plain evil. Join award-winning authors Jonathan Maberry, Fran Wilde, David Gerrold, Rick Wilber and others for 23 all-new tales of haunted theaters, video gods, formidable demons, alien pizza, and delirious actors. Each story takes you to the silver screen with monstrous results. Funny or grim, unsettling or cozy… You’ll laugh! You’ll sigh! You’ll scream! Grab popcorn—and good running shoes—and enjoy the show.

Contents: Introduction – Kevin J. Anderson Gavin Funke's Monster Movie Marathon – Jonathan Maberry Flickering Dusk of the Video God – Luciano Marano Michael Thinks the House Is Haunted – David Gerrold Atropos Green – Jesse Sprague Last Sunset Home – C.H. Hung Love Your Mother – Kevin Pettway Progress Grows Out of Motion – David Boop When the Shift Hits the Fan – Julie Frost Hyde Park – Shannon Fox Make Me a Star – Brendan Mallory Alien Pizza – Linda Maye Adams Whoever Writes Monsters – Sam Knight Toad Man, Toad Man – Hailey Piper False Bay – Rick Wilber Z Is for Zombie – Steve Rasnic Tem Vinegar Syndrome – Ben Monroe Beer with Friends – Charles Maclay Motivating A Monster – Irene Radford Tunnel Visions – James A. Hearn Our Lady of Celluloid – Ryan F. Healey Josie’s Last Straw – Karina Fabian The Last Drive-in Movie – B.D. Prince Welcome to the Underhill Cinema – Fran Wilde Additional Copyright Information About the Editor

#book #anthology #weird fiction #horror fiction #dark fiction #dark fantasy

[hwwswebtv]

Talking Rush, Star Wars & Dune with Best Selling Author Kevin J Anderson on the Hangin With Web Show

Look! It's #BestSellingAuthor Kevin J Anderson​! Host GW Pomichter​ talks with Kevin about his tremendous #writing career, writing in the universes of Dune by Frank Herbert​, Starwars​ #JediAcademy and his love for the band RUSH​...plus some silly fun and things you never knew about him! Take a few moments and come Hang With us! 

Let's start the week off right and thank our partners & friends who help support the show and the amazingly talented creators we talk to and share with the World Wide Web, including F-Kenneth Taylor​ creator at Some'n Unique Magazine, LLC​, Jake Estrada​ mastermind behind Space Coast Comixx​, Rick Shea​ and super awesome geeky crew at Famous Faces & Funnies​, the lovely Yvonne Mason​ hostess of the #podcast OFF the CHAIN​ and Krypton Radio​

#interviews #web series #talk show #Kevin J Anderson #WordFire Press #KJA #star wars #jedi academy #Rush #dunesfolk #best selling authors #writers #authors #scifi #scifibooks #scifi authors #scifi and fantasy

[guyanthonydemarco]

New Post has been published on Guy Anthony De Marco

New Post has been published on http://guyanthonydemarco.com/small-publisher-series-wordfire-press/

Small Publisher Series: Wordfire Press

WordFire Press

This is a small-to-middling sized pro-level Colorado press owned by Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta. I’ve done some minor work for them in the past, and they’re publishing a novel I co-wrote with a couple of friends. Everyone there is wonderful to work with, and I know many of them personally.

Getting published by WordFire means your work will appear next to books by Kevin and Rebecca, who are both award-winning and NY Times/USA Today bestsellers, plus the likes of Brian and Frank Herbert, Alan Dean Foster, Alan Drury (Pulitzer Prize winner), and a host of name-brand, top-tier authors. An added benefit is the ability to attend some of the best conventions as a WordFire author.

I’ve worked with WordFire converting a few books including a Frank Herbert unpublished novel. Around October, WordFire is scheduled to publish a cyberpunk novel I co-wrote with Peter J. Wacks and Josh Vogt called Solar Singularity.

#publishing #WordFire Press #Blog #Fictorians #Industry News

[sfreader]

Night Terrors, by John A. Pitts

Night Terrors, by John A. Pitts

Genre: Horror Publisher: Wordfire Press Published: 2016 Reviewer Rating: Reviewer: Jarla Tangh Have you read this book? [ratings] Wanna follow around a lesbian female bad–ass with only slightly more social skills than Lisbeth Salander of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo fame? Hey! I know it’s a different genre and there is no hacking in this urban fantasy but, wanna read about what Arha/Tenar/Goha…

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#4 stars #Jarla Tangh #John A. Pitts #Published: 2016 #Wordfire Press

[kadijahs-world]

In just 6 more days, Michael Okon releases a new Fantasy Novel, Witches Protection Program. Pre-Order Today! https://amzn.to/2kjmIHx Publisher: WordFire Press #rabtbooktours #witchesprotectionprogram #michaelokon Wes Rockville, a disgraced law-enforcement agent, gets one last chance to prove himself and save his career when he’s reassigned to a 232-year-old secret government organization. The Witches Protection Program. His first assignment: uncover a billion-dollar cosmetics company’s diabolical plan to use witchcraft for global domination, while protecting its heiress Morgan Pendragon from her aunt’s evil deeds. Reluctantly paired with veteran witch protector, Alastair Verne, Wes must learn to believe in witches… and believe in himself. Filled with adventure and suspense, Michael Okon creates a rousing, tongue-in-cheek alternate reality where witches cast spells and wreak havoc in modern-day New York City. #fantasy #toberead #mustread #books #reader #shelfie #bookstagram #comingsoon #readersofinstagram #preorder @rabtbooktours (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2z8TX8gIq8/?igshid=tf9i2i4h79jw

#rabtbooktours #witchesprotectionprogram #michaelokon #fantasy #toberead #mustread #books #reader #shelfie #bookstagram #comingsoon #readersofinstagram #preorder

[rithebard]

On Thursday; #ChattingWithSherri welcomes #WOTF #PublishedFinalistwriter; #RebeccaTreasure on 3/02/23 at 7pm pt; http://tobtr.com/12192387 #interview @wotf @rebeccatreasure

[icnwebtv-blog]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEEP0pDN9dY)

#TGIF! Spend some time with the Master of Sci-fi/Fantasy Writing Kevin J Anderson! Host GW Pomichter and co-host Christian Basel talked with Kevin J Anderson, the founder of WordFire Press during Tampa Bay Comic Con at the Tampa Bay Convention Center in Tampa Florida. Find out about his latest release Stalag X, what’s coming up with Dune, his collaborative project with Brian Herbert and more! Take a few and come Hang With us…you’ll be glad you did!

We’re sending a HUGE SHOUT OUT to our friends & partners who help support the show and the gloriously talented creators we share with the World Wide Web, including F Kenneth Taylor of St Louis’s SomeN’Unique Magazine, Jake Estrada “The Man” behind Space Coast Comixx, the excellently geeky crew at Famous Faces and Funnies, the lovely host of Off The Chain Yvonne Mason, the art/wine cafe in Melbourne Florida Pound The Grape, Krypton Radio and Ben Johansen & Timothy Vargas with Orlando Florida’s one and only Cosplay Emporium, Embellish FX! You guys rock!

#interview #web show #talk show #web series #KJA #Kevin J Anderson #StalagX #Dune #Rush #Tampa Bay Comic Con #tbcc #tbcc 2018 #writing #authors #science fiction #scifi #scifi books #scifi fantasy

[superstitionrev]

Intern Update: Dominique Brigham

Intern Update: Dominique Brigham

Today’s Intern Update features Dominique Brigham, the art editor from Issue 11 of Superstition Review.

With a BA in English Literature, Dominique began working as a Copywriter for Siilo last year, which provides a secure messaging app for medical teams.

She has also worked as a Proofreader for WordFire Press, working on both fiction and nonfiction manuscripts.

We are so proud of you…

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#Dominique Brigham