Deathless was originally $2.99, and I’ve had some decent sales, but would I get more if it were cheaper?

Let’s find out.

For the month of March Deathless is 99 cents. WHAT A DEAL. So let’s see if sales increase, because I’d rather have a lot of sales at 99 cents than a few sales at $2.99.

Retweet the announcement on Twitter! That gets you a chance in the drawing!

Do a review of one of my stories! There just so happens to be a story for free on Smashwords.com right now (coupon code is BD98W)! That gets you another chance to win.

The final way to win is just post a comment here saying exactly: I want to win Deathless!

Three chances to win, but only three will win a copy! I’ll do the drawing this Friday!

Holy crap.

Last week I was lucky to get in five hundred words a day. I think I caught on to a nice formula of writing. Here’s hoping I can do just as well next week.

The candle he held cast a feeble glow, barely giving him enough light to see, but his instincts told him this might be the only good thing out of this terrifying experience. He probably wouldn’t want to see the terrors that lurked behind every shadow, but he also wouldn’t want the wick to go out. Even if it meant the light might attract unwanted attention.

That, in his opinion, would be a very bad thing. Almost as bad as not having any light.

A natural bridge came into view of the candlelight, and from what he could see it spanned across a chasm that was perhaps bottomless, but fortunately it was wide enough for him to cross, his hooves clacking dully on the stone surface. What might lay ahead of him? More danger? The friends the blacksmith spoke of, or their corpses? He’d seen dead bodies–he saw too many when he was forced to flee his home and everyone he loved or die at the hands of the kundalini–but the thought of having to see any corpses inside this cold, dark mountain filled him with a chilling dread down to his bones.

What if there were things here that could cut even his hide? As a minotaur, his skin was tough as armor, but even armor could be damaged. He didn’t want to be damaged. Where was the blacksmith? Was he dead? Hurt? Or worse? What could be worse than death, he wasn’t quite sure, but he was very sure he never wanted to know.

His first mistake was daring to call out for the blacksmith.

His second mistake was failing to look over his shoulder.

So, for all my lovely readers of fiction, go on over to Smashwords.com and grab the short story The Species of Alone. Use the coupon code YT63V during checkout to get it for free. Don’t wait too long, though, as the coupon expires on the 21st of this month!

Have a good weekend!