The Fold by Peter Clines Giveaway!

I’ve reviewed a few books by Peter Clines here before, and I’ve loved each and every one of them. I’ll be reviewing his newest book, The Fold sometime in the near future too. But, in the mean time, I’ve got a copy to give away! You can record your entries below.

The Fold

The giveaway is open to US Residents only. It starts now, and will close at midnight on the night of June 26th, 2015.

The Fold by Peter Clines

Fool for Books Giveaway Winner

First, I’d like to thank everyone that stopped by and signed up for the Fool for Books Giveaway Hop!  What an incredible turnout.  As I mentioned, this is the first of these that I’ve participated in, and I think I’ll be participating in more.

Now, on to the winner.  There were a total of 83 entries (again, wow!), and I randomly (using random.org) picked one from the crowd.  The winner is…

Commenter number 51!  Jennifer H.!

Congratulations, Jennifer!  Check your email for a note from me, please.

 

Fool for Books Giveaway

Fool for Books

I’m trying something a little bit different today.  I’ve signed up to participate in the Fool for Books Giveaway Hop.  It’s a collection of giveaways.  As of when I’m posting this, there are well over 200 blogs participating in the giveaway.  You can see the list (assuming the code works) at the bottom of this post.  If you head on over to each one, each has a giveaway that is book related for you to enter.  There will be books mostly, I imagine, but a few amazon gift cards and the like.

What I’m giving away:

I’m giving away one ARC copy of Waking the Witch by Kelley Armstrong

It’s a copy that I received to review (you can see my review here) and have held onto.  I imagine that it will be a collectors item and fairly valuable at some point, which makes it a great book to giveaway here!

How you can enter:

I’m going to make it really simple to enter this giveaway.  All you’ve got to do is become a subscriber and leave a comment telling me you did so.  You can become a subscriber by clicking on the “Grab my RSS feed” link and icon on the left hand side there, or by putting your email address into the form below that and clicking the subscribe button.  Once you’ve done that, just leave a comment at the bottom of this post telling me so, and you’re entered.  Entries close at midnight on April 2nd.

Once you’re done here, click on one (or all) of the other blogs below and enter their contests!

P.U.C.K.

Some time ago, I mentioned a contest that John Scalzi was running and that I had entered it.  Well, the results are back, and I did not win.  Obviously, having not read any of the winning entries, I’m unable to tell you whether they were better stories or not.  But, since I didn’t win, I’m going to post the story here.

So, I leave you with P.U.C.K.

Wil pulled back on the reins of Tiger, his P.U.C.K. Squadron mount.  The genetics behind a Pegasus Unicorn Centaur Kitten caused them to be a little over zealous in battle, and a P.U.C.K. rider learned early to keep them restrained or quickly end up rolling in the rocks.  The ScalzOrc saw him coming, just barely in time to avoid the spear that Wil had thrust at him.  Damn ScalzOrc, Wil thought.  The ScalzOrc’s were a special breed of genetically engineered Orc warriors designed for one thing only; battle.  A perversion of natural laws, perhaps, but damned efficient.  Hell of a lot easier than breeding replacement armies.  Besides, Wil chuckled at the thought, who’d want to breed with an Orc anyways.  Not that they didn’t breed.  Someone had told him a story he’d heard about the breeding rituals of the Orc clans.  His disclaimer from then on has been strictly no explicit sex.  Unless it’s with his wife; in which case, he was all for it.  The ScalzOrc brought his shield around and blocked the spear.  The force brought to bear on the spear with a P.U.C.K. behind it knocked the ScalzOrc to the ground.  It rolled, then sprang up, already bringing it’s battle axe around in a high arc aimed at Tiger.
The P.U.C.K. darted to the side to avoid it, almost unseating Wil in the process.  Wil hadn’t had time to tighten his restraints to his saddle before taking off to answer the alarm.  He was still wearing the clown sweater and blue shorts that he’d gone to bed in.  Hadn’t had time to change either.  Normally, the alarms would have been sounded much earlier, but the unseasonal volcanic activity was disrupting the sensors.  If he had to guess, Wil would say the ScalzOrcs had something to do with that.  The momentum from the missed swing carried the ScalzOrc low and under the wing of Tiger.  It swung it’s shield up and the sharpened edge of it cut several of the feathers from Tigers wing.  Wil winced.  The P.U.C.K. had no feeling in the feathers, so there would be no pain, but it took months to grow the feathers back.  And P.U.C.K.s were notoriously vain.  Tiger screamed at the ScalzOrc and lunged after it.  The effort ripped the reins out of Wil’s hands.  An unrestrained P.U.C.K. was a bad situation.  It was as much of a threat to its rider and itself as it was to the enemy in most cases. Luckily, the clipped feathers gave Tiger a focus for all that power.  Tiger advanced quickly on the ScalzOrc, batting at it as it retreated.  It was forced to stop and stand its ground when it’s retreat was blocked by a lava flow.  It knelt to the ground and placed it’s axe at Tigers paws.
Tiger tossed his head, and the reins slid back down it’s neck where Wil could reach them.  With Tiger back under control, Wil gave him the command to hold.  Wil stepped down off of Tiger and moved up to stand beside the P.U.C.K.s enormous kitten head.  “Do you surrender, ScalzOrc?”  It was an insult to the ScalzOrc to even suggest surrender, which is why Wil asked.  The ScalzOrc glared at Wil, but didn’t answer.  Wil continued.  “Very well, then.  I don’t suppose you’d like to gamble for your life?  Doesn’t matter.  We’re going to do it anyways.”  Wil pulled a small black velvet pouch from his saddle bag.  It was a matter of pride that each of the P.U.C.K. riders carried their own dice.  His were an heirloom that was handed down from his grandfather to his father and then on to him.  He loosened the tie and dumped the dice into his palm.  They had twenty sides, and were crafted from crystal clear, and thus very rare, Dilithium crystals.  “There are 20 sides to each die, ScalzOrc.  If I roll two twenties, I’ll let you live.  Anything less, and I’m letting tiger finish what he started.”  Wil closed his palm loosely over the dice and began to shake it back and forth.  The dice lightly chimed against each other.  “Wait!” the ScalzOrc took a step forward and was about to take another when Tiger reminded him that he was there.  Wil stopped shaking the dice.  “Just wait.” The ScalzOrc stepped back to where he had been standing. “If I am to die, I want to die honorably;  Not at the hand of fate.  And certainly not by whatever means that genetic mess you call Tiger has in mind.”  Wil put a hand on Tigers shoulder to help stay him.  Calling a vain animal a genetic mess was nearly as bad as clipping a few of it’s feathers.  “You shouldn’t be calling anything a genetic mess, ScalzOrc.  You aren’t exactly a pure genome yourself.”  The ScalzOrcs were known to be a bit sensitive about the means in which they are created, and Wil didn’t mind putting a thumb in that wound.  “Allright, I’ll give you your honorable death.”  The ScalzOrc looked surprised that Wil had agreed to change his plans.  “Thank you.  My people, for what we lack in a personal history, have come to associate with the Volcanos that come and go on this planet.  I would like to be dropped into the volcano.”

The air above the volcano cone was hot.  Wil was already sweating heavily under the clown sweater that he hadn’t had a chance to take off, and they’d only been above the volcano for a few minutes.  He wanted to get as close to the center of the cone before he dropped the ScalzOrc in.  Less chance of any tricky business on the way down.  He’d tied the ScalzOrcs arms and legs before mounting Tiger and having the P.U.C.K. pick him up in his claws.  As they reached the center of the cone, Wil nudged Tiger, giving him the sign to drop his cargo into the volcano.  The ScalzOrc fell, twisting in the air as he went.  Wil had to admit that it was admirable that the ScalzOrc didn’t even scream as he dropped to his death.  The ScalzOrc dropped into the Lava at the center of the volcano.  A brief flame burst up and quickly died out.  Wil pulled Tiger into a turn and pointed him towards home.  The lights of the compound glimmered in the distance.  A second flame burst caught Wils eye.  He looked down just as lava flowed away from something rising from its depths.  A door opened on the device, and the ScalzOrc rose up from the lava and entered it.  Before he ducked into the door, he turned and gave a short wave to Wil.  The door closed behind him and the device sunk back into the volcano’s depths.

Wil recorded to memory everything he’d seen.  He’d have to give a full report to his commander when he returned.  It seemed the ScalzOrcs had figured out how to modify their genetic structure to be highly heat resistant.  And the theory that they may have something to do with the volcano eruptions might have more truth to it than many had thought.  Wil gave Tiger a bit of a nudge and the P.U.C.K.s wings beat a little bit faster.  It was already a long night, and it was about to get much longer.

I hope you like it.

Fun, Quick Contest

If you’re looking for a fun way to spend 100 words, Janet Reid has a fun weekly contest going on.  You can enter for about another 30 hours or so, so hurry up. She explains it better than I do, so you should go over and read the instructions.

Here’s my entry:

My name is Simpson.  Some would call me the leader of the Bacon Resistance.  I’m not sure why the name stuck, but it did.  It’s all Fenske’s fault.  We were supposed to have a one-on-one at IHOP, but he had to go and invite Reed as well.  I’ve never liked Reed.  He’s got that squinty pinched face look and always wears glasses that don’t fit well.  It would fit if he could be classified as a geek or nerd, but he’s a damn auto mechanic.  It was the breakfast that started it all.  And I ordered bacon.

The difficult part is in the word count limit.  How do you properly tell a story in 100 words?  There are some wonderful entries there as well, so make sure you read them as well!