Dakota, my werewolf superhero and partner in crime, has been gone a while now. While the memories will never fade, someone has stepped up to handle what duties he can. Meet GOD-KING-EMPEROR Ralphy. Fear him. His ears detect sonar, his nose a morsel of food 2000 miles away, and his bark shatters glass. You may now bow and toss milkbones in his royal path.
First, not as exciting as you might think, but from an author’s POV, it’s amazing. And from a personal POV, it tickles the hell out of me and is supremely ironic. Here’s the scoop: France has bought Nightlife and Moonshine. Nightlife has already been released and Moonshine‘s release is in October The PR person for the French publisher is more on the ball than anyone I’ve ever seen. When she read one of Nightlife’s reviews, basically saying “If you like Supernatural, you’ll love Cal Leandros,” she took that and ran with it. She went to Warner Brothers France and arranged a cross-promotional deal with them [something I'd have to sacrifice babies to a Dark...
Reaver Army! Rob and I have chosen the BASILISK contest winners and wanted to share these entries with you in a re-cap post… you all made it SO. DIFFICULT. TO. CHOOSE. Soooooooooooo many amazing entries, you all really just blew our minds! We cannot thank you enough for all of the support you’ve shown BASILISK, for rallying behind the Korsak Brothers and for the outpouring of love and healing and care you displayed during quite possibly one of the most trying, difficult times an author could ever possibly imagine experiencing in a lifetime… In short: You are are IN-fucking-CREDIBLE! Finally, the super secret VIP excerpt of DOUBLETAKE has gone out as a newsletter this morning to all BASILISK Contest...
No, I didn’t relapse. We had a big storm Sunday night that knocked out the phones (and the infernal dial up until today), which was probably for the best as it forced me to do nothing but alternate resting and walking (getting on my feet to walk again was difficult, stairs still almost impossible.) I’d love to answer all the emails I received from my fans encouraging me to heal and with relief I’d survived, but, goddamn, you all crashed my email account with so many emails! I had over 500 new emails. I always joke about Rob’s Reavers, my fans that are superfans and the best fans in the world, but little did I know Rob’s Reavers are an...
Apparently I’m indestructible. I made it home although I only remember about six days of the three 1/2 weeks I was in the hospital and have also forgotten several days before the accident. I also died for a few minutes and had to be resuscitated, which is rather annoying as I’m curious as the next person about life after death, tunnels of light and all that…don’t remember *that* either. But despite my cockroach ability to keep going after being squashed I am embarrassingly weak. I can shower but not wash my own hair, which is just too long and I’m getting it whacked off the second I’m strong enough to sit for an hour in a salon chair. There are...
For all of you lucky Dragon*Con attendees, here is Rob’s 09/02/11 – 09/05/11 schedule. If you snap any photos with Rob while at D*C, feel free to email them to: reavers@robthurman.net We would love to get them posted in a gallery! -Jayda Along with the below scheduled panels and signings, Rob will be available at the Tairen Lair Atlanta Writers Booth 100-102 in the Marriott Marquis Ballroom Panels & Signings —————— Title: Worldbuilding Description: Learn how to choose the right details to make your world come alive. Time: Fri 05:30 pm Location: Manila / Singapore / Hong Kong – Hyatt (Length: 1 Hour) —————— Title: Spotlight: Darkside Detectives Description: Occult detective fiction for a new millennium. Time: Fri 07:00...
Cal: “Time to get the hell out of here before I do shoot you,” I grumbled, dropped the purple stained apron to the floor, and grabbed my jacket. “I’m going home, apologizing to my brother, doing my and his laundry both and then I’m not leaving the apartment for six months. If it’s the only way to be sure I don’t end up half dying and then waitressing for a hundred days when I recover, then that’s what I’ll do.” Was the Misha guy worried? Of course not, the bastard. “I’ll be fine,” he dismissed. “Maybe I’ll build a personal force field, one that repels bullets, out-of-control trucks, and collapsing buildings. Any project that keeps me away from building...
Misha: Cal looked morose and guilt-stricken over causing his brother all that anguish. Fortunately, besides getting kidnapped at the age of seven…theoretically and it wouldn’t be my fault anyway no matter the theory or reality of it…I didn’t cause my brother any anguish. I dug a fluffernut sandwich out of my bag, a little squashed from the C4, and opened the plastic. “He does need some work, Miss Terrwyn. Between all the maiming, moping, and pretending to be a monster…” I shook my head and took a bite of the sandwich, chewed and swallowed. “Ruffles. He wore ruffles. And he has a pair of leopard spotted furry handcuffs. He’ll lie and say they belong to someone else, but who...
Cal: He’d given me a bigger bratwurst, he wasn’t afraid of me, he actually was excited I was a monster. I’d almost grown not to loathe him…which for me is willing to die for someone. Now I changed my mind. “A waitress?” Misha repeated, looking at his bag full of C4 and my autograph as if suddenly the last one wasn’t as valuable as he thought. “Hold on there, sugar. I have proof. Miss Terrwyn always backs up her word.” She gave him a bit of a smile. I had a feeling it was something most ladies did—part of the genetic experimentation. You just wanted to like the kid. Even if he didn’t deserve it. Waitress. Like that had...
The first ever meeting of AAA Astoundingly Annoying Anonymous Misha: “You’re really a monster? I mean I definitely can detect the non-human, but monster? That is the shit. Did I use that right? ‘That is the shit’? I’m having a difficult time with that. Never mind. You’re a monster?” I eased my messenger bag to the floor, crouched beside it, opened it and dug out a pen and piece of paper. “Can I have your autograph?” Cal, I hoped it wasn’t short for Calvin—Calvin isn’t a good name for a monster, eyebrows lifted, mouth dropped open slightly, head shook lightly as if he couldn’t believe it. “You want my autograph? Most monsters piss at the sight of me and...
