Since I have been self-publishing, in my opinion, the single best story I have written was An Arabian Terror Tale, consisting of the short novel Fruit of the Deceiver and the novel Forty Hands of Night. There are some problems with it, in that it is mostly historical fiction with a horror tilt and a science-fiction premise, so is not easy to market.
Having sold all of one copy, I decided to have it edited and to republish it under a different title, stressing the science-fiction angle, which should hopefully send sales through the roof—perhaps tripling the sale and buying me breakfast at Angela's diner.
The Jericho Bone is this week's book, and since it is just going to be a matter of correcting and reformatting the text, I will be able to use the spare time on Monday to format the next few books in the lineup.
the lesser angels of our nature
let the world fend for itself
within leviathan’s craw
hate
song of the secret gardener
on combat
the sunset saga complete
fanatic
fiction anthology one
dark, distant futures
son of a lesser god
your trojan whorse
the gods of boxing
solo boxing
broken dance
on the overton railroad
logic of steel
menthol rampage
under the god of things
predation
the year the world took the z-pill
winter of a fighting life
triumph
logic of force
into leviathan’s maw
the fighting edge
barbarism versus civilization
cracker-boy
night city
z-pill forever
uncle satan
the first boxers
wife—
thriving in bad places
the greatest lie ever sold
ranger?
taboo you
when you're food
sorcerer!
blue eyed daughter of zeus
fate
the greatest boxer
by the wine dark sea
america the brutal
beasts of aryas
time & cosmos
the combat space
book of nightmares
songs of aryas
all-power-fighting
orphan nation
honor among men
sons of aryas
advent america
masculine axis
Only one copy? It will be worth a fortune one day. Maybe I shouldn't lend it out. I bought the one you sold in France.
Thanks, Brent!