Holy hell, it looks like Demonworld finally went PERMAFREE on Amazon.
Believe me, this book will make your balls drop, it’ll put your eggs in the microwave, and from now on it won’t cost a DIME to light your Kindle on fire with this thing. If you like reading about monsters getting shotgunned to death or guys with ritually mutilated bodies or she-demons having sex with big lizard creatures but you don’t want to pay one single cent for any of it, or if you just want to hang out with a brutal mystic on a spiritual journey through what can only be described as Hell (a.k.a. Earth), NOW’S YOUR CHANCE. Just click HERE or HERE or even, God willing, HERE.
Or you can get your hands on almost any of my writings HERE. Who loves you but me?
The prison explodes and Demonworld Book 4: Shepherd of Wolves walks out wearing a pair of sunglasses and does not bother to look back at the rising mushroom cloud that marked its birth. My charred body is flung to the ground with a bacon-wet SPLAT, and with my final breath I pray that this latest installment in the Demonworld saga will have mercy on the world.
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Works on your Kindle, works on your computer, works in every way imaginable.
Want to see how the amazing Demonworld saga begins, but don’t have the patience to wait for the movie version? Then click here.
This nasty woman I know, Valerie Dahmersdottir, is giving away one of her erotic short stories on Amazon. I can’t tell if it’s highbrow or lowbrow, but it’s dirty as hell and free as balls. Where is it? Right here!
She’s a pretty good writer, too. Almost as good as me! I’ve looked at some other erotica, and I can’t help but notice that a lot of the characters are pretty much robots. The guys are all cocky, “take charge” simpletons, and the women are always continually overwhelmed or amazed or swept off their feet by something. I like how Valerie can write something hot as a dipthong without resorting to writing about sex between robots, like we usually find in this porno business!
For over a thousand years decent writers were denied entry into their rightful estate by the established publication houses. I saw the bodies stacked in great heaps, their faces stretched out and frozen in mute horror at the idea that they would be forced to work in fast food brothels, bent over and grateful that they would be allowed to survive… but never, ever published. A jizzillion blog posts have already been written about the overthrow of the publishing houses and the rise of the independent elite. Superbeings are making money hand over fist writing for the Kindle, the Nook, the Dapper Device, the Rotating Electro-Spindle, and the new Tesla Text Distributor, but this is well-known by now so I won’t dwell on that.
What I will dwell on is something I’ve been reading lately, a serial by Winston Emerson called The Object. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Even though it includes the arrival of a mysterious structure over Louisville, Kentucky, the important thing to remember is that it’s a “human condition” story in the vein of speculative fiction. It’s pretty awesome, and very addictive. If you’re even just vaguely aware that there are independent authors out there making entertaining stuff without the help of huge publishing bureaucratic conglomerates, then you need to check out The Object!
The serial chapters can be read on Winston’s blog HERE and the collected chapters can be found on Amazon HERE.