As preparations get underway for the release of the first Robin Randle story I want to give folks a heads up on things. Websites will be changing so watch for that. My blog is 10 Past Midnight and is located at http://www.10pastmidnight.com. Probably where you are right now. I plan on using this blog as my main launch point but I want you to know about a few other locations on the Internet. Most will carry the same information. The Robin Randle site is up for major work. The mail list sign up is on this blogs home page. Right side of the page. I’m using Mail Chimp and I think it is safe.
I need every ones help in putting together this mail list. Did I say everyones help? Share with your friends, blast social media, what ever you’d like. I’m not proud. I promise I won’t hit you with a 100 emails a day but it will be the best way for you to find out when the book is going to be released. I will probably do an early release date that will include a limited number of signed copies. Detail to follow.
As for my new novel, Legends of the End, Robin finds herself in a situation the likes she’d never dreamed of facing. There are horrors pulled from Howard Phillips Lovecraft’s mythologies intermixed with the realities of Robin’s life. I don’t want to say too much as it might end up being spoilers for the first book. Here is a short clip. Enjoy:
Legends of the End by Wood Dickinson ©2018 All Rights Reserved
Once I got there I raised my hands then brought them down together. I held them before my chest, I gathered my power, my angelic power hoping to knock this creature away. I didn’t care what Alex saw anymore. I worked my hands together like I was molding clay but this ball was no clay. I said, “Ialpurg noar .” (The burning flames has become – translated from Angelic) .and a glow of light began to build up from my palms. I looked up at the creature, it had become aware of the power I was attempting to open. It let go of Alex and started backing away. The light I held became bright like a small blue star in my hands. I tried lifting my hands so I couldn’t express that power away from me and into the monster but it never left my hands. The light just got brighter until I had to drop it. The star lept into me and I stiffened for a moment then glowed. What a shit storm. I couldn’t believe this, any of this. This was not happening. The shock of absorbing the energy I’d created was just too much for me. Things began to spin. A darkness creeped into the edge of my vision and I felt that horrible feeling you have when you know you’re going to pass out. I fought it, then I was gone.