One of the essential elements for a successful in epublishing is a killer book description, and I think I’ve got a pretty decent one for Bringing Stella Home. However, I could use some feedback, so if you could read it and tell me what you think, that would be great. Here it is: It is a… Continue reading Blurb for Bringing Stella Home and thoughts on Borders
Tag: Orson Scott Card
The Worthing Saga by Orson Scott Card
Somec: the miracle drug that allowed the rich and well connected to sleep through the centuries and postpone death almost indefinitely. While the masses continued to live out their lives in normal time, the social elite watched over centuries as their investments multiplied, and their kingdoms grew into empires… …and ultimately crumbled. Thousands of years… Continue reading The Worthing Saga by Orson Scott Card
“The Class That Wouldn’t Die” is up!
Just a heads up: the latest issue of Mormon Artist magazine is out, and my article about BYU’s “class that wouldn’t die” is in it! What’s more, Orson Scott Card himself commented on it. Squeeeee!!! If you’d like to read the full article, you can find it here. Mormon Artist is published online for free,… Continue reading “The Class That Wouldn’t Die” is up!
An interesting concept
Last night, I was hanging out with a friend of mine and a couple of girls in the apartment complex where I currently live. We got to talking about books, and one of the girls said something really interesting: Every book needs to have one thing that the main character knows that the reader doesn’t… Continue reading An interesting concept
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card
“I’ve watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one. Or at least as close as we’re goign to get. “That’s what you said about the brother.” “The brother tested out impossible. For other reasons. Nothing to do with his ability.” “Same with the sister. And there are… Continue reading Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card
Why I love Robert Charles Wilson
From Mysterium, which I plan to review here soon: “Do you ever wonder, Howard, about the questions we can’t ask? “Can’t answer, you mean? “No. Can’t ask.” “I don’t understand.” Stern leaned back in his deck chair and folded his hands over his gaunt, ascetic frame. His glasses were opaque in the porch light. The… Continue reading Why I love Robert Charles Wilson