Thanks for the suggestions, but as of about an hour ago, we have a winner: Wyrm Publishing. The submission comes from a friend who chooses to remain anonymous at this time.
I’ve set up a placeholder domain: www.wyrmpublishing.com
Month: March 2007
The first Clarkesworld Magazine anthology is tentatively scheduled for October 2007. I’m starting a new small press to handle this project and I’m stumped when it comes to a name for the company. I’ve gone through hundreds of names without finding one that sounds right for a genre publisher. I have a few basic rules:
- no Clarke or Clarkesworld references
- one or two words maximum
- easy to spell
- not in use
- not like one that is already in use
At this point, I’m tossing it open to suggestions. You can post them here or email them to books@clarkesworld.com.
What do you get? Assuming I use your suggestion, in exchange for those one or two words, you’ll get free copies of the first four books I publish. Of course, this assumes that someone comes up with a good name before I do.
The contest ends when it ends.
Hmm… did I just say that there would be more books? Sorry, have to maintain the suspense for a little longer.
The store is closing and I have loads of books currently on sale. Some books will be deeply discounted for only a single day, returning to our regular price a day later (if any remain). These books will ship in 24-48 hours (depending on day of week) and cannot be placed on hold. Remember, my objective here is to make room for a new baby, so keeping books around doesn’t fit with the plan. 🙂 Anyhow, I’m starting this today and here is the first book:
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List Price: $40 TODAY: $25 |
Currency of Souls by Kealan Patrick Burke Welcome to Eddie’s Tavern, the only functioning waterhole in a near-dead town. Among the people you’ll meet tonight are: Tom, Milestone’s haunted lawman, who walks in the shadow of death; Gracie, the barmaid, a wannabe actress, doomed to spend her hours tending bar in a purgatory of her father’s making; Flo, the town seductress, who may or may not have murdered her husband; Cobb, a nudist awaiting an apology from the commune who cast him out; Wintry, the mute giant, whose story is told only in cryptic messages scribbled beneath newspaper headlines; Kyle, the kid, who keeps a loaded gun beneath the table; and Cadaver, who looks like a corpse, but smells real nice, and occupies his time counting stacks of pennies. And then there’s Reverend Hill, who will be in at eleven, regular as clockwork, to tell them who’s going to die, and who’s going to drive. Welcome to Eddie’s, where tonight, for the first time in three years, nothing will go according to plan. |
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