Been Kinda Busy

Aside from the weekly 1K serial series, you’ve probably noticed I haven’t been posting here. Well, the featured image above should be a major clue as to why.

A couple of years ago, Superversive Press announced that they were releasing a 12-book Planetary Anthology Series. They got five out – Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars and Jupiter – but a series of events cropped up and a few weeks ago they made the tough call: It was time to shut the series down.

The good news is, they were open to allowing another publisher to step in and take it over.  Well, I happen to be a big supporter of this series and I have a chance to be in seven of the books.

TBB_WEBSITEI also happen to a co-owner of a publishing house – Tuscany Bay Books – and after consulting with my partner, we decided to step in and take over the series.

In a perfect world, we could start with Sol and work our way in order all the way out to Pluto. I’m sure this will not come as a big surprise to you: It ain’t a perfect world.

Thanks to Amazon, we won’t be able to re-release the first five books under our label and with new covers until February. Three of the books have either been ready for some time or has just become ready to go to print. So instead of making those editors and authors wait another three months on top of the year or more they’ve already waited we’re moving forward.

It’ll be out of order – but even Superversive was going to jump out of order if they had kept the series – and it’ll only be a total of 11 books (Dark Luna is out, but the stories intended for it will still run in Luna) but it will be done.

Pluto will be our first new release, followed by Luna and then Uranus. By then, we should be able to start releasing the original five. Once those are out, we will release Sol, Saturn and Neptune to complete the 11-book series. The order of the final three has not yet been determined.

It’s been a little chaotic over the past ten days, as you can imagine. And my schedule just changed dramatically. For one, I’ve withdrawn from two non-sci-fi anthologies I had planned to submit to in order to clear my schedule. I will still be releasing the third book of the Timeless series, Odin’s Runes, around Thanksgiving and I hope to get Book #4, Empire of the Golden Dragon, out by the end of the year.

But some other projects have been moved back on my calendar. Getting a series like this completed is a huge task, one of the reasons why Superversive made the decision they did.

That being said, I am excited about the chance to finish it. There are over 150 stories by dozens of authors – some you know, some you haven’t had a chance to read yet and a couple of new writers making their debut. Every volume is filled with incredible stories of sci-fi and fantasy that will make you laugh and cry and some that will do both simultaneously. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have.

You got a look at Pluto’s cover above. Check out the front cover for our next book: Luna, edited by Declan Finn.

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Books 3 & 4 of the Timeless Series

If you haven’t had a chance to pick up copies of my Space Opera/Steampunk/Time-traveling Space Pirates novella series yet, you really should correct the oversight.

The Timeless (Book #1) and Secret of the Sphinx (Book #2) are out and available in print and e-book formats across several platforms. (Links below)

The next two books are scheduled for release very soon. Odin’s Runes (Book #3) will come out around Thanksgiving Day and Empire of the Golden Dragon (Book #4) will be released around Christmas Day. Check out the recently finished covers:

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The final two books of the series – Blackbeard’s Treasure (#5) and The Last Quest (#6) – should be out before spring of 2020. They are loads of fun to read and suitable for readers as young as age 10 that will also be enjoyable to readers as old as 110.

Here’s the links for the two books currently available. You can get The Timeless for $0.99 as an e-book while Secret of the Sphinx is currently $1.99. Print copies go for $7.99 each:

 

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Secret of the Sphinx E-Book Amazon

Secret of the Sphinx Print Format

Secret of the Sphinx E-Book Other Platforms

 

1K Serials: Legacy Of Death, Ch. 1

LEGACY OF DEATH: 

THE DYSON’S COMET KILLER

By Richard Paolinelli

© 2019 Richard Paolinelli . All Rights Reserved. No copying or any other reproduction of this story is permitted with written permission.

 

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It was a typical morning in the Bay Area. The fog had rolled in on schedule just before sunset the day before, leaving the air chilly and damp.

With just an hour of darkness left before the first dawning light of a new day, only a few people were going through their Sunday morning routine. Others were sleeping in late while many were out-of-town and not due back until later in the day.

Of those precious few who had ventured outside, hardly any had taken notice of the fire engine red Mustang as it passed them by. They would not have thought twice about the convertible’s top being down, this was California after all and they’d seen stranger things here, nor would the sleeping woman in the passenger seat covered by a large overcoat, have caught their eye either.

If anything, only the wooden expression on the face of the car’s driver would have caught their attention. His eyes looked hollow, staring straight ahead out into space, never seeming to look to either side. He’d been that way for hours now, weaving his way through city streets, crisscrossing all of the area bridges at least once throughout the night as if lost, looking for something that could never again be found.

He started across the Golden Gate Bridge toward Marin County for the second time as the fog unexpectedly started to lift. As he neared the midway point of the decades-old span, he pulled over to one side and turned off the engine.

A slight breeze was blowing away the fog, ruffling the folded-up newspaper lying between the car seats. Glancing down, he saw the huge headline above the pictures of himself and the woman next to him. His whole world gone to dust in one tragic night and less than six hours later it was on display for the entire world to see. He could imagine what the talking heads on television would be saying and he was glad he wouldn’t be around to see what the next day’s papers were going to look like.

Getting out of the car, he walked around to the passenger side and looked at his traveling companion. She was a lovely woman, just barely into her thirties, with strawberry-blonde hair that lightly brushed her shoulders

He removed the old tan overcoat that covered her and tossed it into the back seat. Anyone who’d seen them pass by would assume it was being used for warmth, but it had only served to cover the gaping wound in her chest. The wound had been caused by the passage of a large-caliber bullet, a bullet fired by him with the gun she had bought for him as a present less than a year ago. He was too stricken by grief to appreciate any irony he might have normally felt about that.

He took out his wallet and tossed it on to the driver’s seat along with the keys to the car, neither noticing nor caring that the wallet fell open to reveal the badge and identification of a San Francisco City Police Inspector.

As far as he was concerned, MacKenzie Bolton had ceased being a cop the instant he’d fired that fatal bullet. He drew his gun from its holster, then leaned over and gently lifted his victim out of the car. He quickly stepped over the barrier and leaned back against it as he glanced out toward the East Bay, waiting for the first rays of the sun to peek over the Oakland Hills as gentle waves of water from the Pacific Ocean splashed against the supports below.

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Old Roscoe had been fishing in the same spot in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge for years. He found it peaceful and surprisingly quiet no matter what time or day he came. Every once in awhile he’d actually catch a fish, but as far as he was concerned that wasn’t the point of being out here at all.

Here he could sit and enjoy an up-close view of the bridge his father had helped to build and, when the weather was right, he could enjoy one of the best panoramas in the world, watching the ships passing by and not worrying about the daily grind of life.

This past week or so had been especially nice. Up until the day before, the fog had stayed away and he was able to come to his favorite spot and watch Dyson’s Comet setting in the east just before the sunrise.

The last time the comet had passed Earth was the same year that Roscoe’s mother had delivered him to this world. It was, to him, very much like an old friend dropping by to say hello and catch up on the past.

Roscoe had been disappointed to see the fog come back since the comet was fading away and would soon be out of sight again, but he’d come out anyway to fish and to just enjoy the day.

When the wind picked up and the fog started to thin, he was surprised and happy. He was overjoyed when the fog broke to the east just enough to reveal the dim light of the comet just before the sun broke over the hills.

“Hello, old friend,” Roscoe said aloud, grinning from ear to ear.

But before he could sit back and enjoy the last few moments of the heavenly view, his attention was drawn to motion on the bridge where there shouldn’t be any motion at all.

Roscoe squinted up toward the middle of the bridge and was able to make out what looked like the figure of a man, holding some type of bundle in his arms, standing on the edge of the bridge.

Before he could shout out a warning or call for help, the figure suddenly tumbled forward and plummeted down toward the water below. Roscoe could only watch in speechless horror as the bundle he’d seen in the man’s arms separated from the man’s grasp and Roscoe realized that the bundle was, in fact, another body.

An instant before the pair struck the water, the popping sound of a gunshot reached Roscoe’s ears and the old man knew he’d never again find any peace in his favorite fishing spot again.

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This was the first chapter of a 10-chapter weekly series. Come back next Saturday for Chapter Two.

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A Tribute to H.G. Wells

I started reading early, very early. My parents have told me I started when I was three. All I can confirm is that before I hit the fourth grade I had discovered the works of Poe, Doyle and Wells.

They started me on my way to discovering many other authors and their great works of mysteries, thrillers, science fiction and fantasy. Herbert, Clarke, Rice, Crispin, Duane, McDevitt, Ludlum and Clancy. It also laid the groundwork for me writing my own books and short stories in these genres. But Wells will always have a special place of honor, being the first sci-fi author I read while Doyle holds that distinction in mysteries.

So when Belanger Books announced they were putting together an anthology of Sherlock Holmes stories set within the stories of H.G. Wells, I got right to work. My story was accepted and the anthology was released in 2017.

Not too long ago, Belanger Books put out a call for a tribute to H.G. Wells anthology and I submitted a story, The Fall of Denver. It was accepted and now the Kickstarter for this two-volume anthology is live. If you are a fan of H.G. Wells like I am, here’s your chance to enjoy 20 stories set within the many worlds Wells created.

Here’s the link to the Kickstarter: Tribute to H.G. Wells

There are plenty of options and rewards, as there always is with a Belanger Kickstarter. Check it out. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

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Voting for the 2019 Dragon Awards are now open. Be sure and go to the website and register to vote and cast your votes for any and/or all of the categories. Its absolutely free and the more that participate the better:

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