Here's a Christmas gift idea that has absolutely zero chance of arriving in time for Christmas!!!!!!
But seriously, if anyone was looking for a paperback copy of Greatmask, it's now available :) The two retailers I've noticed so far are Amazon and B&N, but others will doubtless follow in the new year.
Hope you have a good holiday if you're lucky enough to have time off, unlike folks in retail for instance (used to be me) or hospitality (like my brother)!
Today Greatmask launches :) It's available right now in the southern hemisphere and in a few hours if you're up north. So, right to the links then! If you'd like to grab a copy you can click here:
OR if you're new to the series, Book 1 (City of Masks) is 99c during launch week or free via Kindle Unlimited any old time.
A quick but sincere 'thanks' to all who helped me with the any of the books in series, at any step of the way, but especially with Greatmask over the last two years.
Before I take a break (in order to focus on finishing Never's story and also to get some reading done) from the Bone Mask world, which I do plan to return to, I'd like to re-post something I wrote a little while back about the story:
I’m keen to release this one so I can see what folks think of the trilogy’s ending.
Five days now and Greatmask goes live! Today, a blurb and a reminder for the eBook competition, which will be open until the 25th :)
The Ecsoli have taken Anaskar, raiding the city for bones of the Sea God and holding King Oseto captive in his own palace. Yet there he discovers an even greater threat in the form of his own Greatmask, who grows impatient for the Sacrifice.
Hiding in the blackened streets, Flir must deal with her uncertainty regarding Kanis while gathering a resistance force, where she discovers even her vast strength seems useless before the blue-cloaked Ecsoli.
Beyond the Wards, Ain heads home, ready to face the shame of failing at the Sea Shrine. Instead, he finds mysterious and deadly Darklings hunting his loved ones. In his desperation he makes a startling discovery about his Pathfinder heritage.
Meanwhile, miles distant, Sofia and her father struggle for mastery of Argeon and Osani as they race toward the city. A battered Notch finds himself making a similar journey, just as unsure if he will return in time to help the city in its darkest hour, as enemies pour through its broken walls.
Enter the eBook comp here :)
Greatmask is just seven days away now (26th Nov) and the pre-order has just gone live :)
The pre-order price is $2.99 and the full price $4.99, so you can save a couple of dollars today if you like - or KU members will be able to get it free.
(Final artwork pending)
Just seven days to go until Greatmask is released!
During the lead up to launch, I thought I'd open up a little Greatmask eBook giveaway - all you have to do is send me a short message (in the form below) answering the following question:
The top 3 answers will receive their eBook on the 25th of November :D (Oh, and don't forget to include your eBook format preference.)
For fun I whipped up a very rough reading of the first chapter of Greatmask today.
I must warn you that it's not mastered (so it will be a bit quiet) and my performance, such that it is, is all over the place when it comes to pacing, tone and enunciation etc. More, you might be able to hear a slasher hard at work in a neighbouring field too!
But it was fun and I wanted to share it anyway, so just click below to have a listen! (And the question - are there audiobooks in the future? Maybe, but I doubt I'll be narrating them :D)
I'm reasonably sure this is the fifth writing soundtrack I've done (I could be wrong and it's actually number 6) but here it is in any event, albums with sample songs of the music I was listening to while either writing or editing Greatmask :)
Below you can find Seto's first chapter from Greatmask (due late Nov) where you'll learn a bit more info on just what the Ecsoli want and who they are :)
(If you haven't seen Notch or Flir's first chapters yet, you can read them over here)
The Bone Mask Trilogy started with a different style of cover art, as you can see below – including the rarely seen and never-used Lost Mask cover.
However, after a time, Snapping Turtle and I talked about changing them to more closely reflect the genre. We thought that the original cover for City of Masks might have suggested a bit more ‘horror’ than ‘epic fantasy’ and so Kerry Fox illustrated the new covers – those most of you will be familiar with.
And I'm happy to say Kerry is also working on the Greatmask cover, which I’m excited to reveal in the coming weeks as it’s even better than the first two!
As part of the lead-up to the release of Greatmask, I thought I'd post info, deleted scenes and competitions, a sneak peak of the cover art and such, all spread out over the coming weeks.
So, first up is this deleted opening - which was once going to kick off of Book 1, City of Masks. It's a scene which tries to establish the city a little, and shows a little of a Storm Singer in action too.
(In the end I felt it was a little too far removed from the main story-line, namely Notch and Sofia, and so it ended up hitting the cutting room floor :) )
Anaskar clung to the bluestone mountains that protected it, bathed in a heavy sea-mist which dampened the enormous walls and diffused any possible glow. The city shouldered its way into the air, a half-circle of spires with dark windows for eyes that had long ago been turned to the ocean. The passage of feet on stone was lost to the wind and beneath its rising howl, the crack of waves breaking against stone echoed across the bay, before it too was swallowed in the failing light of dusk.
A figure in a thick cloak walked Anaskar’s sea wall, moving out amongst choppy water, which sloshed over the sides. The paved spar stretched across the waves and its end was difficult to see in the mist, but the woman walked on, footing certain even as icy wind whipped the sea higher. The mosaic beneath her feet did not turn its course, catching the last of light from the sun and holding a faint, bluish glow.
She paused as a wave crashed over the side, water rising to her ankles and soaking the hem of her cloak. As soon as she was able, she kept on, increasing her pace, her heels smacking on the wet stone. A tall chair of stone waited at the end of the spar, and she hastened to it, pausing twice more as the waves became increasingly violent. Neither swept her from her feet, she had been here before.
The Storm Throne was drenched but she sat, gripping the arm rests and closing her eyes to the churning of the ocean; to the dark swirl of grey before her, where beyond waited ships in the harbour with its ancient Sea Gate. A wave crashed over her but she held tight, having felt it coming – it was not so large anyway. Salty water covered her skin, bitter on her lips, and she remained still, expectant.
As the rhythm of the sea soaked into her, along with the chill that soaked through her cloak and the robes beneath, she found its pulse. The patient anger, a forceful pummelling, an anger whose voice was ageless and unforgettable. Something stirred beneath the waters and she opened her mouth and sang.
A clear note cut through the wind.
The Song of Soothing rang out as Kalerin wove her voice with the wind and water, letting it slip between the nuances of the splash on stone and the waves pummelling the spar and the city walls behind her. As she sang the rise and fall of the old words, words she understood in a general way only, Kalerin began to sweat. Soothing the young storm was like dancing with an untrained partner who made unexpected moves that pulled you off balance but it was worse with the bigger storms, the ones only her father could calm.
She sang on, lashed with wind and water, eyes clenched her voice soared, spluttering occasionally, until finally, when the song was finished and a hush had fallen over the night, she opened her eyes to a smooth ocean stretching beyond the bay. It ran in an endless expanse of black that barely caught the reflection of hesitant stars overhead.
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Ashley Capes is an Australian writer of fiction, poetry and very occasional non-fiction.
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