The first in the series, Anomaly, that came out on July 14, hit the 20’s on Kindle Science Fiction and stayed there for a while too. Honestly, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sure, I’ve hit higher on “promo” days but not more than #50 on regular ones. That kind of stuff hasn’t happened to me until now. Anomaly has lost the spot since, but that was awesome first time.
Great reviews are pouring in also, here’s one:
“This is an excellent story that really builds. The characterization is perfect, the tension is good and the world-building really impressed me. Just the planet and the society alone was interesting enough to read about but the author makes the story very dramatic and personal quickly.”
Apart from the awesome feedback and statistics, I’m having too much fun doing this series. Never thought I would, coz hey, serials are supposed to be tough to write.
Well, it is challenging, sure. But it is a good kind of challenge that keeps me wanting more.
Two years ago I would have told you, I have this one story in my head and it’s an epic scifi novel and I can do nothing else. That old me was so darned wrong. And that wronged-ness continued right up to the beginning of 2015. I was in awe of people who wrote short stories, and the idea of writing anything less that 80,000 words terrified me.
The more I work on short fiction, the more interesting it gets. The best part is the instant gratification–I get to craft a mini story, complete with the rise and fall of action and in case of a serial fiction, end with a nail-biting, gut-scrunching cliffhanger.
And repeat. Every 6,000 to 7,000 words. Every two to three weeks. I’ll admit, it’s quite the rush.
Anyway, I’ll stop talking about me now. Here’s a sneak of Episode 2: Aftermath, just for you.
Investigator Hubert Reedily is quite an unpleasant piece of work but for reasons I haven’t fathomed yet (maybe because I don’t want to), writing him comes easier to me than the many other heroic types. Here’s a peek into his misanthropic mind as he visits the scene of a triple-homicide.
A weird light and shade covered the paneled corridor that connected the outer rooms to the inner sanctum of the house. The unnerving quiet in the area was something Hubert liked immediately.
An atmosphere like this gets you into the mood.
The patrolman leading the way clearly did not appreciate the eeriness, and his pace quickened. Hubert also noticed his gait stiffen. Patrolmen, scared shitless so easy.
Hubert took his time. The paneling was made of a rich wood, grains swirling like those swallow-everything-that-come-this-way whirlpools in the Great River. Nothing had been disturbed here; even the pair of detestably large crystal dragons that stood midway had escaped unscathed. Hubert laughed and kept on laughing, ignoring the alarmed look the patrolman cast at him.
Never mind the dead wife, Tomlyn would at least have his mighty dragons to show off.
What he would give to see Tomlyn’s face now . . . Bet he wouldn’t be smiling like a cad the way he always did. Hubert’s mouth twisted thinking of the day they’d given Tomlyn the strategist’s nomination, passing over the truly deserving ones. Ones like his brother, Jhonn.
“This way, sir,” Keini said loudly, gesturing toward the right. “It’s the girl’s room.”
The girl’s room? Wife and daughter both dead in one night?
Nothing to feel sad about. Hubert had seen worse happen to better people. No reason to be surprised either; he had investigated stranger situations. Things happened; tragedy struck at the oddest of times and brought down the mightiest of people.
All part of life.
That’s all for now. Hope you liked the excerpt. See you on launch day, August 1.