My initial estimate that A Collection of Angels was only a month from release was mistaken.
However, the book should make it out this month, and what better time for a
horror story than October?
The cover is almost finished. My Aunt Goddess Claire, the
coolest aunt a guy could have (I’ll write a post in her honor soon—ever since I
was young she’s been a supportive influence when it comes to my writing), sketched
a wonderful picture that captures the story’s essence, and another artist is
now tweaking and coloring and bookifying it,
and I’m stoked. Although you’re not supposed to judge a book by the cover, a good
cover can make or break an e-book, and what my aunt has drawn is spectacularly
creepy.
In the meantime I’ve been tweaking my blurb. A book-jacket-esque
description to entice a reader to purchase the story. I’m not proud of the
amount of hours I’ve sunk into drafting something less than two hundred words. Trying
to describe a work in an engaging yet concise way is tough. Too vague and no
one wants to read it. Too detailed and there’s no point in reading. It feels
good to finally—knock on wood—have the blurb where I want it:
In the bowels of the boat there is a secret
collection.
It reeks and it rots and had Galen known about
it, he would never have gone aboard. Forget the cute girl at the docks: he
would have run home and locked the doors and prayed.
But of course he didn’t know.
He mistook hell for heaven, and now he is trapped
in a broken reality, held captive by creatures who aren’t just interested in
him. They want his little brother too.
To survive, Galen will need to shed wings he
never knew existed.
Otherwise he and his brother join the collection.
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