If you have a Kobo reading device or a Kobo app, you can now buy Astrid Maxxim and her Undersea Dome at Kobo books. Follow the link to find it for 99 cents. But remember, you can still get it at Smashwords for Free. Check out the posting a few days ago.
Astrid Maxxim and her Undersea Dome is now available for iBooks. Check it out now at your local iBookstore, using your favorite iDevice.
I’m pretty amazed at how quickly my book showed up on my iPad. They really have streamlined the submission process between Smashwords and Apple.
Don’t forget though, you can still get a free copy of this book by following the directions from the post a little further down the page. Thanks.
Astrid Maxxim and her Undersea Dome is now available at Amazon for all varieties of Kindle. It is 99 cents.
But remember, for the next month, you can pick up your free ebook copy at Smashwords. See the post two days ago for details.
Girl inventor Astrid Maxxim and her friends are back. This time Astrid is building an observation dome beneath the sea. Will she complete her amazing construction project, or will she be sidetracked by underwater monsters, the evil organization known as the Black Hand, or her snotty cousin Gloria?
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The Previews page has been updated. With the completion and publication of Astrid Maxxim and her Undersea Dome, it moves to the Books page and makes room for Astrid Maxxim and the Antarctic Expedition, which is on schedule for 2014.
Teen inventor Astrid Maxxim makes a journey to the bottom of the planet on an expedition to uncover the secrets of a mysterious liquid lake far beneath the ice. Meanwhile, troubles plague her friends and family as a hostile takeover threatens Maxxim Industries and Robot Valerie may face her greatest danger yet.
Click the Previews link at the top of the page to see what else is on the way.
Astrid Maxxim and her Undersea Dome is now available at Smashwords. From now until June 14, pick up your copy free.
Follow the link at the bottom of this post and use the coupon code XR24H at checkout.
Girl inventor Astrid Maxxim and her friends are back. This time Astrid is building an observation dome beneath the sea. Will she complete her amazing construction project, or will she be sidetracked by underwater monsters, the evil organization known as the Black Hand, or her snotty cousin Gloria?
Astrid Maxxim books are stories of a teen inventor and are aimed at students 4th to 7th grade.
This book will be available soon at other ebook stores. I’ll keep you posted here and on the “Books” page.
I don’t think I have ever been so tired in my entire life. I can barely drag myself home at the end of the day. Then I type a few words, sit down and watch some TV, climb into bed. Then I’m back up in the morning and it all starts over again.
I have a little post-it note on my monitor at school that tells me how many school days left. Twenty days as I write this. God, I hope I can make it.
I’ve also had a terrible misfortune. Having managed to avoid it for the past 19 years, I somehow let myself be made Social Studies Department Chair next year. I’m too old for more work! I’ll do my best of course, but… Hey, at least I’m not doing the Yearbook next year. Always look on the bright side of life.
Also I’ve been having “lubricant” injected into my knee over the past few weeks and my last injection is tomorrow. Hopefully it will make walking a bit easier. It’s pretty painful right now. If you think it’s a coincidence that Mike has knee problems in the next His Robot Wife book… it’s not.
Okay. I found my USB drive with the pages of His Robot Wife: Patience is a Virtue on it and I am back to the grind writing.
I’m surprising myself with this book in two ways, the first of which I mentioned the other day. Looking back at His Robot Girlfriend, I was always a little embarrassed about it. It was one of my first books and I it just isn’t as good as I would have written it today. His Robot Wife was better, but I think it’s far from my best work. Reading through the first half of this new book, I’m pretty happy with the writing.
The second thing is, I’m surprised how easily this book is flowing. I haven’t had any writer’s block or difficulty in putting the plot together. Of course, like the first two books, this one is a more dialog and character driven tale. Plot takes a back seat, but there is one there– more than one. There is a plot for the book and there is a plot that will carry over into a series.
Well, back to work.
P.S. I’m playing around with the fonts on the cover. It’s a work in progress.
“Welcome to Schwarztogrube, Mr. Halifax,” said Sergeant Halser, saluting.
“Thank you. No need to salute. I’m a civilian after all.”
Mr. Halifax held out a hand and Sergeant Halser helped him out of the small boat and up onto the shaped stone dock on the lowest section of the ancient castle. He was a short, rotund man wearing a white suit, the shirt of which was still stained with his lunch, eaten aboard the ship that had brought him. Halifax led him up the stone stairway to the upper levels.
“Can you explain to me what happened? The Judge Advocate General was rather vague in his description.”
“As far as anyone can tell, it was some kind of disease. It could have been brought here by one of the guards returning from leave. They were all killed. Most of the prisoners. A few of the boys. The boys might have been less affected because of age or because they were all down near the water. No one really knows.”
“I have no doubt it was due to mismanagement of some form or another,” opined Halifax. “That’s why operations were taken away from the Ministry of War and were given to us.”
They reached a fork in the passageway.
“The north wing is this way, Sir. It’s where the offices and kitchen are and most of the prisoners.”
“How many prisoners are there?”
“There are twelve surviving prisoners in the north wing; one in the south wing.”
“Only one?”
“Yes. Prisoner eighty-nine was segregated from the others. There’s no record of why. Perhaps it is because she is the only woman.”
“A woman? Here?” Halifax frowned and licked his lips.
Halser nodded.
“Take me to her cell.”
Halser led his new superior up another set of stairs and down the stone hallway to a door with a single small, barred window. Halifax had to stand on his tip-toes to peer through. He could see a blond woman inside, dressed in rags, sweeping the floor of the cell with a broom.
“Open it.”
Halser unlocked the door and followed Halifax inside. The woman immediately stopped sweeping and stood demurely with her head bowed. The room was clean but Spartan. Only a single window high up on the wall let in a square of sunlight. Halifax glared accusingly at Halser.
“It was worse, when I got here, Sir. I had the cot brought in and a chamber pot, and a broom so that she could clean the place up.”
“It’s true, Sir. Sergeant Halser has been very kind.”
“Still, it seems poor treatment for a young lady, regardless of your crimes. What is it you are here for?”
“I used magic without approval, Sir. And when they tried to arrest me, I fought back. I may have injured a wizard, Sir.”
Halifax’s expression said all too clearly that he thought the injury or death of a wizard to be a relatively minor offense. “Well, you can’t do any magic here, so we don’t have to worry about that. And what is your name, my dear?”
“Zurfina, Sir.”
“Zurfina. Like the daughter of Magnus the Great?”
“Yes, Sir.” Zurfina curtsied.
“Is there anything you need right now?”
“If it’s not too much trouble, Sir, I would appreciate a bucket of water so that I could bathe. And if a needle and thread could be had, and some scraps of cloth so that I could make myself something to wear.”
“Sergeant Halser, see if you can find a bucket of water and some soap for the young lady, and a washrag too. You can leave the keys with me. I’ll lock up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After the Sergeant had left, Halifax stepped close to the woman and reaching out, brushed the hair from her face.
“You are not unattractive.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Things are not going to be like before,” he said, pacing first toward the door and then back to her. “There will be better food and cleaner conditions. Maybe we could have some decent clothes brought from the mainland for you and perhaps an occasional sweet.”
“That would be most delightful, Sir.”
“When my duties allow, I could come to your cell here and visit with you. Would you like that? Would you be… cooperative?”
“Oh, yes sir.”
He reached out and brushed her hair back again, this time caressing her temple with his thumb. “You do understand what I mean when I say cooperative, don’t you?”
Zurfina looked up from the floor and into his eyes. She reached up and pulled his chubby hand from her face, moving it down to rest on her breast.
“I’m anxious to be cooperative,” she said. “Very, very cooperative.”
The End.
“Kafira, help me!” pleaded Arthur McTeague, as he hung his face over the railing and vomited once again into the white-tipped waves of the open ocean.
“Buck up, my friend,” said Augie, slapping him on the back. “Kafira helps those who help themselves.”
McTeague rolled over, hanging so precariously over the railing that Augie felt compelled to grab him by the collar and pull him back. Though he had been fine for the first two days of the voyage from Birmisia, once they had hit the first bit of rough weather McTeague’s seasickness had surfaced. He hadn’t been able to keep a meal down in almost a week.
“Curse you, Dechantagne. How can you look so pleasant?”
“Well, I am pleasant, come to that. You’ll be right as rain in um… well, a week or two. A week or two in Mallontah, and then home to Brechalon. And when we get to Mallontah, I’ll make you forget all about it. I’ve still got that check from my sister. Remember? Wine, women, good food.”
At the word food, McTeague turned around again and spewed toward the ocean.
“I didn’t think you could have any more in you.”
“I should have just stayed in Birmisia.”
“You liked it there?”
“God no. I hated it, but at least I didn’t puke my livers out there.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m coming back,” said Augie. “You could come with me.”
“If I survive this trip, I’m never setting foot on a ship again.”
* * * * *
The inside of the divination shop was dim and smoky, but the room was rent by daylight, seemingly as bright as lightning, when Wizard Smedley Bassington swept in from the street, his rifle frock coat trailing behind him like a black cape. In two long steps he was at the comfortable chair by the fireplace. Sweeping the coat to one side, he sat down and placed first one black hobnail boot and then the other on the corner of the sorceress’s desk. He crossed his arms and stared, his horn-rimmed glasses making his beady eyes seem even beadier.
“Madame de la Rosa,” he said.
The old sorceress behind the desk looked as though her skin was made of dried apples. She was small and hunched over, even sitting there. She raised a wrinkled hand and waved at the strikingly beautiful olive-skinned woman behind her.
“Amadea, get the wizard a cup of tea.”
Bassington waved the girl off, though his gaze carefully took in all of her curves.
“So what do you know?” Though his eyes were still on the young woman, his question was for her mistress.
The old woman reached beneath the desk and pulled out the perfectly round pearly white orb, precisely thirteen and three fifths inches in diameter that Bassington had left in her care two days prior. Given that Madame de la Rosa was a diviner, one could have been excused for assuming that it was a crystal ball of some type, but it wasn’t. From its complex swirly white, silver, and grey appearance it might have seemed a pearl taken from some gigantic oyster, but it wasn’t.
“It is a dragon egg,” said Madame de la Rosa.
“Don’t waste my time.”
“Watch your mouth, Wizard,” hissed the young woman.
“Don’t mind Bassington, Amadea,” the old woman soothed. “You may leave us.”
“What kind of dragon is it?” asked the wizard, once the girl had left. “Gold? Silver? Flame? Red? Green? Night?”
“It is a Mirlughth Dragon.”
“Never heard of it.”
“Mirlughth is an ancient shiny substance. That’s all I can tell you about it.” Madame de la Rosa pressed her fingertips together creating a steeple. “There hasn’t been a Mirlughth Dragon seen in millennia. This particular dragon will be very powerful and important. He is destined to rule a vast land and be worshipped as a god.”
“Maybe we should destroy it now.”
“If you did, and I’m not sure you could, but if you did, you would be destroying an important ally of the Kingdom of Greater Brechalon.”
“Oh? What else did you see?”
“The dragon will be raised and protected. He has to be, you see. He has to be raised and protected by someone powerful enough to be the surrogate parent to a dragon. Do you know anyone like that?”
“I know who you’re talking about, but she’s in Schwarztogrube.”
“She won’t stay there.”
A look of panic briefly crossed the wizard’s face.
“Don’t worry. She won’t get out for some time. You have plenty of time to get out of the country.” Her laugh was like seeds rattling inside a gourd. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want her after me either. But I know a magister we can trust, who will sell her the egg. She’ll never know that either of us had anything to do with it.”
“How do you know she’ll even want a dragon?” asked Bassington.
“Come now.”
“Alright, but Zurfina’s not going to stay in Brechalon if… when she gets out. What if she takes it to Freedonia or Mirsanna? We certainly don’t want either of them to have a pet dragon.”
“You don’t want that,” replied the old sorceress. “I don’t care one way or the other. But there is an easy answer. Do you know the name Dechantagne?”
“Vaguely.”
“The Dechantagne family is planning to build a Brech colony in Mallon or some other distant place. A Brech colony would be the best of both worlds. The dragon would be safe from Brechalon’s enemies and Zurfina would be safe from you and your masters.”
“How do you know that she’ll go to this new colony?”
“I’ll put a bug in her ear. I feel certain that when she hears about it, she’ll be very interested.”
“I’ll leave it to you then,” said Bassington, getting to his feet. “And don’t even think about playing any games. I know where that egg is at all times, and you know what will happen to you if you cross me.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” said Madame de la Rosa, her eyes looking at some distant object. “Its future, like my own, is foreordained.”
“And keep an eye on that pretty little apprentice,” he said as he headed for the door. “She’s already steeling from you.”
“I know.” The old woman cackled again. “Oh, Wizard Bassington?”
“Yes?”
“Wouldn’t you like me to answer the question that everyone else who comes to see me wants answered?”
“I’m not everyone else.” He crinkled his forehead. “What is it?”
“How you will die.”
“Alright. Tell me.”
“Wouldn’t it be ironic if you, who have dealt such a blow to dragons by stealing their eggs, were to be killed by a dragon?”
“No. It would be, um… whatever the opposite of ironic is.”
“Well, this is how you will die. You will be killed by a dragon.”
Bassington looked thoughtful. “Good,” he said, and left.
Chapter Nine: One Month Later
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” said Iolanthe, as she brushed a stray piece of lint from her brother’s navy blue uniform.
“The army needs me.”
“I know you will do the family proud, and while you are away, you may leave everything in my capable hands.”
“Yes, I know.”
“And as always, come back with your shield…”
“Or on it,” he finished for her.
“Indeed.”
“Could you do one other thing for me, sister?”
“Of course.”
He pulled an envelope from his tunic and held it toward her.
“Would you give this to Yuah after I’ve gone?”
She stared at it for a moment before taking the envelope.
“Of course,” she said.
Terrence kissed her on the cheek and left the room. Iolanthe stepped over to the window and watched as his luggage was loaded onto the back of the steam carriage. Terrence walked out the front door, down the steps and climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle, while Merriman climbed into the driver’s side. Iolanthe watched as the car made its way down the street and around the corner. Terrence never looked back.
Walking to her desk, she used her silver letter opener to slice through the envelope, and then pulled out the single sheet of paper inside. She put away the opener and read through the message as she walked the length of her boudoir. She shook her head and then tossed the letter and the envelope in the fireplace, watching as it burned brightly and then turned to ash.
“Yuah,” she called.
A moment later the dressing maid arrived.
“Yes, Miss?”
“I’ll have my white and yellow day dress.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“My brother has gone.” Iolanthe watched her dressing maid’s back stiffen.
“Yes, Miss?”
“Did he stop to say goodbye?”
“No, Miss.”
“Pity. No doubt he forgot.”
* * * * *
Zeah carried the mail from the morning post into the servant’s hall and sat down with a sigh.
“Well, he’s off to the train station.”
“Maybe Miss D will be less distracted now,” offered Saba.
“If anything, I think she could use with a bit more distraction,” said Barrymore.
“Barrymore, you have a letter,” said Zeah, handing the younger man an envelope. “And you have another letter from Mrs. Godwin, Mrs. C.”
“Bless her heart,” said Mrs. Colbshallow, opening her mail. “You know she’s gone half wobbly in that great big house by herself.”
“Mother, you say that every time you get a letter from her,” said Saba, then under his breath. “People are going to think you’re going all wobbly.”
“My goodness!” Mrs. Colbshallow exclaimed. “She says that Miss D has sold Mooreworth cottage and the lands around it.”
“Really,” said Zeah. “That’s a surprise. The old master enjoyed that house.”
“Probably why she’s selling it,” said Saba, voicing what the older members of the staff would never have put to tongue.
“Still,” said Zeah. “The family owns a dozen properties in the area. You don’t imagine she’s planning to sell them all, do you?”
No one in the servant’s hall dared to make a guess, not even Saba.
City of Amathar 