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Book Haul + A Giveaway

October Was a great month for books, at least it was for me. So of course I am going to spread the love a bit and have a giveaway! But before we get to that let me show you what I was lucky enough to get my  grubby little goblin hands on.

 

  1. The Midnight Dunes (The Landkist Saga #3) by Steven Kelliher

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Steven sent over an E-ARC of the third book in his Landkist saga. I don’t know if his time as a UFC fighter helped but the battle scenes in this series are written very well. Go pick up a copy of Valley of Embers if you haven’t already got it.

 

  1. Black Guild (Black Powder Wars, #2) by JP. Ashman

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My Cactus loving goblin buddy sent me the digital ARC for his eagerly awaited second installment in his fantastic flintlock fantasy series the Black Powder Wars.  Check out the new cover Pen Astridge aka The Mighty Pen just finished for book one.

  1. The Infernal Battalion (The Shadow Campaigns #5) by Django Wexler

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I have to thank the publisher (Ace)  for this one.  I admit I already finished this a few days ago. This has been a great series from the start and to be honest this is the best one yet! One of the most satisfying series ends that I have read in years.

by Adrian Collins, Mark Alder, R. Scott Bakker, Bradley P. Beaulieu, Michael R. Fletcher, T. Frohock , Alex Marshall, Peter Orullian, Jeff Salyards, Courtney Schafer, Shawn Speakman ,Brian Staveley, Adrian Tchaikovsky, Marc Turner, Matthew Ward, Kaaron Warren, Mazarkis Williams, Deborah A. Wolf, Janny Wurts, E.V. Morrigan

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I backed this as a Kickstarter last year and received my beautiful hardcover copy a few weeks ago. Then last week I got a magical mystery paperback in the mail. Neither  I nor Adrian know why I got it but since I don’t need 2 of them…. Yup you guessed correctly this is the giveaway!

Open to all. Just comment below to enter . While not necessary to share this post it is appreciated! You don’t need to have a wordpress.com account to comment but it will ask for an email. I don’t care if you give a made up email but if you are the randomly selected winner you will have 24 hours to respond to the notice I send you. After that I will randomly select someone else. The contest will end and the winner will be chosen Friday the first of December.

Good Luck!

Songs for the Dead A Short Story

This is a Short Story my Son wrote years ago and never really finished. I just found it and thought I would share it with you guys. I did clean it up and finished the “SONG” at the end but let me know what you think of  it.
Songs for the Dead
The small Island of Belloun was bustling with life in early afternoon, on what was their most sacred of days. The people ran about, from house to house, to the village center where the guardian statue stood, to the inn and too small wooden booths draped in orange or black woolen tarps where the scent of freshly baked pastries and sweet bread intoxicated the children in their oddly painted masks. Indeed, all the islands inhabitants wore the odd masks, that is, all except for the soldiers. The soldiers wore no masks, for they were new to the island. less than one day had passed since they had occupied the island, and taken up in The Fort, the large stone square that sat to the north of the island, on a tall pillar like column of land connected to the island only by a stone bridge that was just too small for two men to walk abreast. Tall walls right up to the edge compounded with the many arrow slots and murder holes should have allowed the fortress to easily defend against the soldiers, yet in the early dawn as the soldiers ships had approached, the fort had been empty. Commander Turner had been told that the fort would be empty on the holy days of Abscondere and Quaerere and how the Fort would be abandoned, but he had assumed that even the heathens on this god forsaken rock would quickly relinquish ceremony in the name of practicality. He recalled the mourning vividly, how at first light they had landed in their long boats, prepared for anything. Yet, even as the soldiers walked into the village, not a single man, woman or child so much as acknowledged the soldiers as they marched through the village to the Fort.
Turner had suspected solemnity in the people, yet they sang and told stories, ate sweets and made merry as if oblivious to the invaders who were there to occupy their home. This oddity was only heightened by their outfits. All wore robes of black, white, or shades of grey. This was, presumably, to give better contrast to the masks they all wore. Of every color, often of many different colors, the masks covered the hole of the face, most had what looked to be color rimed slits for eye holes, red and black being the favored colors, though a surprising number of masks bore no eye holes at all, those who wore them either being led about by friends or their mask hung by the fitting string around their necks. The masks bore no eyes, he realized, because they were not faces. Not a single mask he saw bore even the slightest resemblance to a face, or in fact to any living thing Turner had ever seen. what curious creatures these islanders were.
At the bridge, five men had stood, conical hats that gleamed and shone in the morning sun, their faces hidden. At first, the commander had thought these men to be soldiers, yet as they approached, he saw the hats he had assumed to be steel had been wicker painted with a grey reflective paint, their faces hidden not behind face guards, but wooden masks, not unlike the villagers except in the lack of the adoration of paints. They each wore grey robes, grey gloves, and the backs of their mask trailed grey fabric to obscure the back of their heads, leaving nothing exposed to the world around them. They seemed to be alone, though the entire village could have hid in that fort and Turner doubted they could have seen a hint of them. The men stood in a semicircle around the mouth of the bridge, eyeless masks smooth and inhuman, blinding them to the world.
“What are you doing here? Step aside, villager. We come to bring your island under Imperial control, and with that the protection of the empire’s soldiers.” Turner spoke the words as one who had spoken it a hundred times, with the full knowledge that the phrase was almost always followed with bloodshed. His body was tense, not in fear for his life, but in fear for theirs. The robed men did not so much as twitch. Just this once, perhaps there would be no blood on his hands. “Did you not hear me through those infernal masks? I said stand aside.” Again, no movement, but one spoke, it was impossible to tell which.
“You must leave this place.” The speaker was old, his voice calm and unafraid, almost fatherly. “leave this place now, if you value your life.” Was the man daft? He must have heard the sounds of the men marching, even if he couldn’t see them.
“I don’t think you understand your situation, old man. You are surrounded by no less than three hundred men of the Empire, you are in no position to make commands, yet alone threats.” No movement.
“If you value their lives as well as your own, you will leave this place.” A slight murmured laugh rose from the men behind him.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Turner scoffed, “What exactly do you plan to do if we do not leave?” A long silence from the faceless old men, but then the center most man took a step forward.
“Not a threat, but a warning. If you do not leave, not a man among you will survive the night.” Raucous laughter burst from amongst the soldiers, but Turner cut it off with the raise of his hand. He waited for silence, and when it fell, spoke to the masked men.
“Are there any of you hiding in the fort?” Commander Turner had none of the levity of his company, he was a veteran of the islands, and nine times out of ten the savages fought to the last man to keep out the Empire, and never did they give up so nonchalantly. No, Turner fully expected an attack, tonight if the masked man’s threat was any indication. But, why then let them take the Fort? It was by far the most defensible place on the island. Perhaps to try and trap them? The man seemed hesitant. “An answer or your life, old man.” The words cut any vestiges of humor from the men. His where good men, and found no mirth in killing unarmed old men.
“No one else dares be this close to the Fort, son of the empire. You should be as them and be elsewhere.”
“I have heard enough. Someone watch these fools, i want them chained up under guard until the fort is secured. I don’t trust this, I want every inch of this place searched for traps and for anyone who thought to hide inside. Anyone you find is to join their friends here until we find a place to keep them. Anything seaming even the slightest bit out of the ordinary I want it reported directly to me, am I understood?” There was a solute from the men who could hear him, others waited for his orders to be passed down the line. It took only two men to guide the masked men out of the way, they put up no fight except their refusal to remove their masks. Though Turner found it odd, after he had each man show his face once to the soldiers who guarded them it didn’t seem to make any difference whether or not they wore their masks, so he had allowed it.
Turner itched between his shoulders, a sensation he connected to danger. He had not realized how long it had been since he had last felt danger till that moment, and now it made no sense. While fighting pirates, quelling rebellious tribes, forcing his way to shore threw air buzzing with arrows and the screams of the dying, sometimes as many his men as those they fought, always he felt in control. A man always had a chance to survive in battle, no matter how bad things appeared. You could always fight, there was always something a man could do to survive, given he saw the opportunity and took it. No, those things did not scare Commander Witt C. Turner of the Imperial navy. The last time he had felt fear, true fear, was when he had fallen to Yellow fever a year gone. Death had been inevitable then. No way to fight, no way out, and the overwhelming sense of impotence chilling him to the bone as the fever burned his body. But he had survived, and God willing he could survive anything after that. But why that feeling now? There wasn’t anything for him to do, no resistance, no opposition to quell. But perhaps that was just it, he felt as if he should be fighting. The faceless old mans “warnings” made Turner shiver slightly. This was far from over. This island was an iceberg, and he could feel its secrets hidden just beneath the surface. Something was very wrong, and Turner planned to face it head on. He was in control. He kept repeating that to himself as he walked off to see to his men.
 
 
The Fort was large, especially so considering it was on an island. It could fit his three hundred two and a half times again easily, and with its narrow mouth a handful of men could defend it against a determined army. The place was a labyrinth of hallways and rooms, some much larger than others, and a dungeon on the top floor where Turner had seen to the Masked men’s incarceration. Indeed, with enough supplies it could very well hold off a determined superior force with the entire village inside. That was the problem, Turner thought annoyedly as he sat in his new office, scratching gingerly into a vellum ledger. It all made no sense. Their search had been as thorough as possible, for the short time they had had at least, and there was no hidden army waiting to strike, no assassins in the shadows waiting to kill Turner and his officers, no boobytraps waiting to trap them all and starve them to death. In fact the larger part of the fort looked like it had not seen a occupation in quite some time, dust laying thick over each room as a blanket, cobwebs hanging in corners, the musty smell of the dust competing with the smell of wood gone to rot from years left exposed to the damp island air. Yet smell was the last thing on Turners mind. He had found a sizeable office with a small window, barred with iron work so rusted as if trying to mimic the heaps of molded wood on the floor in their decay.
Turner had had those heaps removed and replaced with a fresh desk, purchased in the village with Turner’s own money only an hour gone. Turner, a frugal man if there ever had been one, would have initially preferred his own desk, still aboard the ship where it was bolted to the floor like all his furniture to avoid shifting with the ceaseless rocking of a ship at sea, yet as turner sat at this new desk, he couldn’t help but admire the red-brown and white patterns of the wood, or its strong smell, which though he could barely smell over the still lingering smell of decay he knew had to be strong just to register to his senses, keen though they were. He bent over in the chair that he sat in and breathed deeply with his nose to the wood, and for a brief second he forgot his contemplation of the island troubles, lost in his admiring of the scented wood, but with that realization of him forgetting his troubles, he thought of them anew. His annoyance caused him to straighten, and with a start he realized there was a man standing in the doorway. A man in an eyeless wooden mask.
Turner stood up immediately, his hand reaching for his sword more out of instinct then conscious will, but the hilt caught on the arm of his chair and chair lifted with Turner and the seconds that it cost him where all too precious. The masked figure ran across the room, stumbling slightly as it hit the desk, but knowing where it was it easily moved around it and in one fluid movement it had one hand to Turner’s neck and one hand pining Turner’s sword in its sheath. Even as Turner struggled to free himself and wrestle his sword free the man, the thing in the mask began to lift Turner, choking him as his feet scraped vainly at the floor.
The masked figure was chanting something in a murmured, maddened voice Turner vaguely recognized as the fatherly old man from that mourning.
“Death was nimble, and death was quick, , there It was, and see you it did.” Turner gave up on grabbing the sword and tried to pry at the masked man’s iron grip at his throat with both hands, though the man’s gloved fingers didn’t budge at all.
“The Fort was strong, the Fort was fraught, thought it was safe, though it was not.” turner was beginning to black out, his hands numb as they pulled against the gloved fingers. Turner felt the reality of his situation sinking in, the inevitability of his death and the futility of his struggle against that death.
“The Guards stood proud, the Guards stood tall, then He came, and they did fall. The cry was raised the cry was heard-” The last words where lost to Turner as he slipped in to unconsciousness.
 
 
Death was nimble, and death was quick, there It was, and see you it did. The Fort was strong, the Fort was fraught, thought it was safe, though it was not. The Guards stood proud, the Guards stood tall, then He came, and they did fall. The cry was raised the cry was heard its raisers did hide but did not hide all. Hide your face when comes the night, cover your eyes and survive you just might. Enter the Fort and meet your end, show your face for yourself you must fend. So bring all your solders and line up the walls, have them patrol the long empty halls. Give them your orders with your last breath, then wish you had saved it to scream, when you too meet Death.

A good post trust me you will have emotions of some kind while reading

Around 2005 my brother got out of Prison and i let him move in to  our guest house. We didn’t really get along but we managed. Then in  2010 my neighbors work  truck crashed in to the house at 2am. It went through the wall so hard that it hit my youngest sons bed and launched it into the air to smash on top of my oldest sons bed. My wife our 3 kids and I were not home. It was Easter Sunday and we had stayed over at my in-laws. Both of my boys would have most likely been killed and we had a huge hole in our house. They were so drunk they ran home but one passed out in a yard a few houses down the other was walking up and down the street looking for his phone he had left in the truck when the police got there. So I wanted to move right away. but the Insurance co wouldn’t pay for it until the police investigation was completed. So I was really stressed out.

But then we were told the truck had $200 in counterfeit cash in it so the secret service told the police to back off while they did surveillance on the guys and the company they worked for. So I was basically told that I would have to live 8 houses down from criminals that would have killed 2 of my kids if we had been home. while living in a house with no front wall while these two fuckers where left un-arrested and would slow down in front of my house and then peal out every day.  Trying or scare us or something.

After a week and a half I said Fuck it and we left I packed up as much as I could in one load and we just walked away from it and got a condo. The reason I am saying this is because I spent all day going through my brothers storage unit that he hasn’t paid the last year or so. My brother owed like $1700 but The storage place made a deal with my mom if we paid $500 we could get the stuff out  and she has a bunch of stuff in there and all of my Grandmothers things are in there as well. It is a huge 20′ X 10′ and 12′ tall  it was packed full.

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I only got about half way in today, But I found a bunch of my old stuff that we had just left. My mig welder and a bunch of other tools. But I am most excited about the toys lol..

There can be only one!

Well my friends, the time has come to give away a one of a kind item. I really wish I could just keep it, but I will order one for myself at StickyWoodyZtudio. If you are one of the 20 people that didn’t win you can get one there as well. You can also have it made with what ever you want on it. You don’t have to be limited to the design I came up with for the giveaway.

But there is one person that will have to settle for my design and that is Andrea D. I will send them an E-mail telling them they won. If there is no reply with in 24 hours A new winner will be selected.

Thank you to all of you that entered and those that just read and liked the post. I don’t know why of the 200+ people that read the post only 21 entered but I am still glad you came.  Once again thanks to Clayton at StickyWoodyZtudio for making and giving this book cover to me for this giveaway. capture

Want to win the next giveaway? Just follow my blog so you hear about as soon as I post! I can tell you it will be The Dragon’s Blade: The Reborn King  By Michael R. Miller Narrated By Dave Cruse but I don’t have the post up yet.  Then in march I think I will be doing Black City Demon by Richard Knaak. If you have a book coming out this year and would like to do a giveaway to let people hear about it let me know. goblin2s

Hob’s review of The Reborn King (The Dragon’s Blade, #1)

The Reborn King (The Dragon’s Blade, #1)
by Michael R. Miller

I had been hearing of this book for far too long before I actually got myself a copy. Then I put it on my old Kindle it wouldn’t open as a kindle book. It would only open like a text document and then the  formatting was messed up. This had nothing to do with the book  I am sure the Kindle had had many other problems. I just wanted to thank the author for getting me to finally buy a new Kindle fire HD. I love my new baby. it’s so perty . But scatterbrained me had moved it into so many different folders trying to get it to work I kind of lost it along the way and it didn’t get uploaded to the new one. So after around 3 months I wondered why it hadn’t come to the top of my ATLAS®™  and I fixed the problem.

While getting the links I put down at the bottom of the review I noticed that the Audiobook just came out a few days ago, and was surprised I hadn’t heard that it was coming out beforehand.  I want to be clear that I didn’t actually listen to the Audiobook but I did listen to the sample because it was narrated by someone I hadn’t heard of before named Dave Cruse.  So I can’t guaranty how well the whole book was done, but  although the voice is a bit unusual I did enjoy the sample. But just click THIS SPOT NO NOT THERE RIGHT HERE then the sample button and try it for yourself.  As for the version I did have once I had the new kindle I didn’t have any problems with it. As a matter of fact I believe I only saw one small error through the whole book, so I would say it was extremely well polished  for a Self Published debut book. And while the cover is fairly simple in design,  you have to admit it’s pretty damn awesome.

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Ok now for the story. Its a Epic fantasy tail with humans, fairies, and Dragons.  You also got Wizards and a Paladin. And they are all fighting the big bad evil overlord,  Trum… er I mean Rectar. For such a standard concept  I have to admit I enjoyed it quite a bit. The interplay between the characters was very well done. I kept thinking to myself  “no way this is his first book, the prose is too good.” Also the setting was pretty cool. And there were some good surprises. One I totally should have seen coming and one I did from the very  beginning  but the reveal was perfectly executed in a way that those who had figured it out would still get the warm fuzzies. And talk about warm fuzzies Damn that last paragraph by Darnuir could be the definition of warm fuzzy in the dictionary.

We also get POVs from the bad guys that show them in a new and unexpected light. I am not saying poor demons really just want hugs and keep getting killed for it or anything but there is depth to them that is not fully explored and very intriguing

But there are a few  things that I wasn’t too crazy about. Mostly  notably there are a few really big world building holes that were not answered. I feel those kind of things should be covered in book one of a series.  Like how did the dragons become human looking. They mention the transformation and there is one part with Blane and Darnuir that it could have been explained but it wasn’t. I am sure there is a reason for this and when I read book 2 i’ll probably feel like an idiot, but that’s how i like it. Wait, that didn’t come out right. I think? Oh well  I am sure you know what I mean. I hope so anyway because I sure as hell don’t.  I also don’t get why there are no Dragon/human/fairy Kids running around.  We know it is possible because of one mention of one that had been killed long ago. But that’s it and you put people that  cam make offspring together for a few hundred years, even if most don’t get along, you will get kids eventually. In fact they are usually the ones the books focus on.

Final thoughts

It is a pretty standard epic fantasy as far as the basic plot, But enough twists of the norm to set it apart. Add in to that good dialog and a few tricky surprises and I can’t wait to get to book 2. I would recommend this to anyone who is a fan of Good VS. Evil fantasy. But I also would recommend it to those that prefer the more Grimdark, morally gray type of stories. So, What I am trying to say I guess is that I recommend it to everyone. I give it ….. Wait I should probably announce my new ranking system. Nothing about how I rate has changed just what I call it  I am changing Stars to Little Goblins©. Mostly just so I get to chop up one once in awhile.  But not on this one because it receives 4 whole Little Goblins© out of 5.

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Atlas Post (ADDING TO LARGE ASS STACK PROBABLY OUGHT to STOP THIS)

 

Well it has been a busy month for me already and it is only half over. 2 of the books that should be on this list I have already finished. Red Sister by Mark Lawrence and Circle of Reign by Jacob Cooper. Both earned 5 stars from me so off to a great start for the year.  I have received 5 emails in the past 2 days by authors asking me to read their books. I am not going to mention names because I haven’t looked through them all. But a few sound really cool. I will post more about them next month.

When I separated from my wife last year she did the worst thing ever and threw some of my books away. Only 2 boxes but a lot of my Wheel of Time books. Last week  I found these at Goodwill

So my Wheel of Time Collection is almost complete again.

 

I also received a few E-ARCs that I am excited to get to.

I am sure I have mentioned that I like to meet authors and get things signed. But I wanted to show you a few pages out of my Autograph book.

The reason I am showing you this is because I got a new one. It is right out of Skyrim, and I think its pretty damn cool.

And now the Coolest things I have got all year. I mean within the last 365 days when I say that. I got some downright awesome Doodles.

J.P.’s is above and beyond what I expected, but the amount of time Laura must have spent staring at one of my graphics I can only imagine. I love them both. So I made a new cover combining both of your books.

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And here is Laura’s goblin running away with Mr.Ashman’s Cacti.

The poor cacti looks Terrified…….

 

Hob’s Review of Circle of Reign by Jacob Cooper and a giveaway

Circle of Reign

I first came across Jacob Cooper back in August of 2015. I had a job that I could listen to books most of the day, so I went through audio books fast.  For that reason I was searching Audible one morning before I went to work for something new, I only had 2 requirements. First that it was read by someone I liked already. And second that it was long. When I  search for a new book I usually do a search of my favorite narrators first. I searched Luke Daniels  and didn’t see anything new. Then Michael Kramer and what do you know, I saw Circle of Reign a bit over 20 hours long. I was in a hurry so i didn’t even read the description, I just started downloading it to my phone and left for work.

I know what you’re saying right now. You are saying “How the hell can he remember doing a search for a book over a year ago?” Well I have a pretty good memory when it comes to what happens in books. But not names, if I ever meet you in person save us both some awkwardness and tell me your name at least 10 times over the next hour or two. I am almost as bad with book titles and even worse with Song titles.  But if we had met at a book store and we walked down the aisles I can point to every book I have read and give a synopses of what it’s about.  That is a lot of books, but let’s get back to the one I am reviewing, whatever it’s called.

I usually start my reviews with the Physical aspects of a book. But we need to go about this one differently.  See  this book Is not  the same one I downloaded over a year ago. Well that’s not actually true. Since I first listened to it till now it has undergone a lot of changes. No I don’t mean like puberty. Jacob was approached by a guy you might have heard of named  David Farland and if you don’t recognize him from his Runelords Series, you might know some of the people he taught while a English professor  like Brandon Sanderson, Brandon Mull, James Dashner, and Stephanie Meyer. (You shouldn’t hold that last one against him.) David had read CoR and enjoyed it but thought this self published first time author could make it even better with some coaching. So together they cut about 35,000 words and then added  around 70,000. The result is not really a new book but I will admit a better one.

Now let’s get to the Physical part. The cover is pretty cool and shows a part out of the book well. But it is not very eye catching. I listened to the audio book again excellently narrated by Kramer.  And while the first version was a nice long AB this version is even longer at  24 hours 37 min. But you don’t have to take my word for it. You can pick the eBook up free on Kindle Unlimited and one of my lucky readers will get a free audible download code. More about this at the end.

Now a bit about the book itself.  The story takes place in a rather Grimdark world,  where the land seems to be dying. The country is called Senthara, and it is one of the last bastions of humanity. But on occasion people looking for farmable land  come with their whole civilizations but that is the plot for the prequel  Altar of Influence: The Orsarian War.   Also free as of now on Kindle Unlimited.

One of the things I love the most about this book is the action POVs. Like in the graphic below there are 3 people 2 fighting and one watching.  Well you as the reader are not bound to one POV you are bound to the action. During this fight you will see out of each one’s eyes and here their thoughts. It is so cinematic you can’t help but picture a movie in your head as you read. If you click the preview button at the bottom then click part one you can read this scene.

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The blade on the right was actually made from a description in the books by Fallen Oak Forge. Here is a better picture.

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I wouldn’t actually classify this series as Grimdark, but it is a near thing. The only reason  holding it back is no one really knows how screwed they are. The main character is Reign A Wood dweller of the Western Provence known as Arlethia.

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What is a Wood dweller?  Well they are not long lived like elves but they do have the ability to sense vibrations of anything moving close to them through the tree roots and are blessed with an almost super hero level speed . We see that right from the start in the battle I pictured above.

Do yourself a favor and read the preview Here

 

 Final Thoughts

A few things didn’t really fit smoothly for me but they will probably be resolved in book two. There is quite a bit of in world language used that did get a bit confusing at times but not enough I didn’t know what they were talking about. I loved the original and rated it 4.5 stars. This one was even better and it gets a full 5 stars out of 5. Keep reading to find out more about the giveaway.

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Win a free Audiobook version of Circle of Reign!

Jacob is a sucker for poetry. But only likes the kind that begin with Roses are red . So the best Roses are red poem of at least 30 words but no more than 100,000 wins. I am joking of course many of you know about my aversion to poetry. But I bet you didn’t know I am a published poet. Yes, sadly that is true but I don’t even remember the name of the book. ( I mentioned I am bad with names) And while the first 2  results of a Google search of Trevor Sherman poetry  will be links to something I wrote thankfully it’s not actual poetry.  No for a chance to win a free Audiobook just comment below. While you are at it you should comment on my other giveaway here. But don’t forget to comment below first! Good luck And if you lose you can always buy the book at the links below. One winner will be chosen Randomly from the comments below on this post. The drawing will take place on January 27 around 4 pm eastern. Any questions feel free to contact me 

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ISBN-13:

9780692246733

Publisher:

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Publication date:

12/27/2016

Series:

Dying Lands Chronicle , #1

Pages:

798

I NEED YOUR HELP

Usually when I listen to an Audiobook, I have something else to do. Like working, Hiking, or cleaning. But Last night I was just kicking back in bed and my head hurt a bit, so I didn’t want to read. But …well you know that’s a lie, I wanted to read…. So I put on a AB and then started messing around in Photoshop. This is when we come to the crux of the problem I need your help with. I made a a few  new Blog graphics to switch out for this one.

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So let me know what one you like best of the Images bellow. Or I can just roll Some Dice and pick one

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The Grim Tidings Podcast

Rob and Phil bring us up to date on what’s up with the podcast, including upcoming guests, news about their new website, and a look back at their  favorite episodes of 2016, a special preview of Grimdark Magazine issue #10, and list a few of the most anticipated grimdark / fantasy novels of 2017. They also announce the winner for best novel of the year as voted by the members of Grimdark Fiction Readers & Writers (the GDAF award) Hint It is the one I voted as best Grimdark  Book of 2016 in The Fist Ever Goblin Awards Then most importantly they talk about me!!

Yes, a new feature on this awesome podcast will be the Blog of the week. And they made a great start to it by naming The Blogin’ Hobgoblin as the first one! I love this podcast and have for a while now. If you haven’t listened to it yet you need to check it out The Grim Tidings Podcast