Evil Katey/Good Katey

As I mentioned previously, I’m gonna have to take down the LIBERTY TREE e-book soon … That kinda sucks since the pre-order is extending a couple of weeks past its initial stretch, and it’d be nice to have them to hand out. So here’s the deal:

TALES FROM LIBERTY TREE e-book is free for all until Monday at 5pm. And then it disappears forever.

The individually signed and numbered paper version is far superior, mainly because it’s really, really pretty. I can say that because it’s nothing to do with me except I slapped it all together: the fabulous artist (who designed the cover especially for it — Asya Yordanova is brilliant), the gorgeous, creamy paper, the pretty silk ribbon, etc. It’s in pretty short supply, but I can rustle up a few. Those, however, aren’t free. Well, they are, but more of a thank you gift with purchase, if you know what I mean. There’s still time to pre-order SCRIPPED and get yours (directions in the post linked above), but not much. When SCRIPPED goes live, it’s over forever — or at least until I attend some con or event and take the second run leftovers with me.

So please give me a chance, and hey, maybe you’ll decide I can tell a story worth paying for after all.

Scripped Soundtrack, day 9

Arcade Fire: “Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)”

Even when the tunnel grew light enough for Jonah’s eyes, Tal kept his hold on him, as if he thought he might slip away and do something stupid.

But Jonah wouldn’t have slipped away if he could. He wouldn’t know where to go or what to do, true, but it was more than that.

He just didn’t want to.

The tunnel was uneventful until it branched off, and Tal stopped him once more, leaned close again. “Entrance is up there. Anything happens, just stick close by me. Might need to run.”

Jonah squeezed his hand in reply. His body was still stiff, but he didn’t care. He’d run faster than he’d ever run. Gold medal fucking sprint.

When they stepped out into the entryway tunnel, Jonah realized where he was. The feeling was strange and wonderful, as if his feet were on solid ground again. He sighed.

Footsteps in the hallway behind them. A shadow loomed over their shoulders.

Panic flashed through Tal’s eyes.

Jonah’s heart dropped.

Apparently he wasn’t too tired anymore.

“Fuck,” he said.

“Fuck,” Tal agreed.

They ran.

-From Scripped by KV Taylor (YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME)

What the hell is this? (Day 1)

Rockin image of the Liberty Tree chapbook, which—not to beat a dead horse—pre-orderers of SCRIPPED will get as a thank you. (5 thank you copies have already gone out to editors and artists and such. There are 33 in the first run, so plenty left!)

Here’s the “warning” in the front of the book:

These stories are works of fiction. The town of Liberty Tree, Virginia, does not exist. Any resemblance between characters and places herein and real people and locations is purely coincidental. That’s how we sleep at night.

 

Tales from Liberty Tree is rated R, and may contain material objectionable to some. This includes but is not limited to death, destruction, sex, murder, and really pissed off plants.

The cover artist is Asya Yordanova. She’s awesome. Clearly.