I believe I recently mentioned a relaunch of The Corridors of the Dead with a new cover and some minor revisions, and I’m happy to announce that the project is very close to completion. My current goal is to be able to offer this new version (both print and ebook) around the same time I launch the print version of The Station. That would be sometime in early May. Exciting times, as Room 3 should be out in early June. It’s a flurry of activity over here, basically. Anyway, without further ado, here is the cover that Ryan has cooked up, and I love it. You might see the themes we’re going with right away:
In other news, Miranda Kate (@PurpleQueenNL on Twitter – an awesome, friendly writer that you must follow) has tagged me for the Lucky Seven. For those who aren’t familiar, Lucky Seven is a simple little Twitter game that goes like this:
- go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
- go to line 7
- post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are
- tag 7 other people to do the same
It’s fun, it’s simple, and it can give people a tiny little slice of The Station. Perfect! Here’s what we have…
It took a trivial amount of effort to pop the cover from the panel, revealing a small column of black switches. He flipped each one up in turn, and with each flip, something clicked deeper in the station. The final switch turned on a series of recessed floodlights overhead, revealing the entranceway and passage in their full, intended glory.
Tammuz turned the projector off and clipped it back onto his belt. He turned in a circle, taking in the glory of the Station. All those cycles of work, the sacrifices of so many generations, and he alone had the opportunity to stand in the sanctity of their world. He was tempted to pity the other members of the organization, but he didn’t delude himself as to why he had drawn this mission. No one had said it, but he knew that the group had chosen him due to his own lack of importance in the Acolyte structure rather than any inherent superiority.
And what the hell, let’s take a look at the current incarnation of Room 3:
I tried to pick out details of the room through the dark. I thought I saw a closet somewhere off to my right. It might have comforted me to know that they at least valued storage space if I wasn’t, you know, shackled to a bed in a strange place. I also saw soft yellow light pouring through the cracks, of what must have been a door. It took me another second to figure out the weird dark spots in the light came about because of a big shadow standing in front of the door.
Whiskey woman spoke again. “She can’t calm down, can’t you see what you’re doing to her?”
“Be quiet,” New York said.
And now to tag seven other writers! Bring it, TESS:
- Aniko Carmean
- Paul Dail
- Kim Koning
- Penelope Crowe
- Jaye Manus
- Marie Loughin
My stray will be Rob “R.S.” Guthrie. Goooo!