Two of my friends released ebooks at virtually the same time and I’ve been meaning to do a signal boost ever since. Here they are (listed alphabetically!):
From Marshall’s Amazon page:
Six science fiction stories, including “Bullet†from End of an Aeon and “Sausages†from Talebones, which received an Honorable Mention from Gardner Dozois in his Year’s Best Science Fiction #27.
From Lila’s Amazon page:
Taken … and no one knows where…
This novel is inspired by the true events of a slave ship that disappeared off the west coast of Africa during an era of human savagery and ruthlessness. The year was 2001.
Kerri Mansfield and her family have a tangled history of colonization and aid — not just to one nation, but to all of Africa it seems. When the slave ship, Etireno, goes missing, Kerri is one of the few people who knows where to look. One of the few people with the contacts and resources needed to find it. But she must hurry because the children on board weren’t taken by chance. It’s revenge in its ugliest form.
She isn’t the only one searching either, oh no, that would be too easy and life is rarely that. The French Secret Service are also after the children and they’ve sent their best agent to find them … Kerri’s ex-husband. Even better is that he’s teamed up with her current boyfriend, just to make it all a little more interesting.
Tracking the ship to a Brazilian port two weeks before Carnaval should be the end of the story, instead it’s just beginning. The children have vanished and as Kerri’s leads dry up she begins to take risks that put others in jeopardy.
Oh, and did I mention the ex-husband?
Mon 21 May 2012
The geegaw factor
Posted by PJ under geegaws, money, running commentary
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Sometimes you just got to buy geegaws. It’s a rule.
The trouble, for me at any rate, is that often one good purchase of geegaws often leads to another. I think carefully before I allow such purchases, then give myself permission to make a sensible acquisition of baubles—just this once. But my inner five-year-old reads that as, “We have permission to spend! Let’s get to it! Ooo! Bright shiny!”
Next thing you know, I’ve trifled away more money on trifles. That’s when the inner-matron has to step in and say, “That’s enough of that, young lady!” Usually, I listen to her.
I will never be rich. Trinkets are so plentiful and so pretty and I am an acquisitive little magpie. They make me happy. I don’t really need to be rich, anyway. A parsimonious acquaintance of mine doesn’t seem to enjoy his life much even though he perpetually lectures me on being “bad with money.” I pay my bills on time and have money left over every month so how bad can I be? I even manage to save a little on the side. But the purchase of the occasional gaud, you see, constitutes being bad with money in his lexicon.
So be it. I may sing another tune when I’m on a fixed income and living on cat food tuna—but la di da la di da! Tomorrow is another day!
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