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Signed Hard Copies of Via Serica and a Snippet

The Big Brown Truck of Happiness dropped off a rather heavy box at my door last night, and it contained a shipment of the paperback edition of Via Serica.

For those of you who alpha and beta read for me, your copies will be on the way this week.

For anyone else who wants a copy, hit the email link above or write to me at daddybear@daddybearsden.com and we’ll arrange payment and delivery.

Copies are $15 apiece, the same price as Amazon, and I’ll even pay for shipping.

Thanks to everyone who has read the e-book version, especially if you’ve left a review.  All I have for marketing is the blog and word of mouth, so I really appreciate your efforts.

Just because I’m in a good mood, here’s a snippet from Book 2 (Or maybe 3.  I’m not sure where, both geographically and story-wise, this sequence is going to go):

Appius Claudius looked across the heat-shimmered. packed clay of the plain before him.  In the distance, he could see the strange banners of the enemy.  Their drums, beating a tattoo that he felt more than he heard, kept a rhythm that was slightly faster than the rhythm of their approaching horse.

He turned to Lucius Gratianus, military tribune and his second in command on this expedition.  The younger man’s face, which had seemed so pale and smooth when they had met in Alexandria, was weathered and tan from the sun that never seemed to darken in this land so far from Rome.

“Outnumbered,” he said in a low tone.

The Tribune nodded, then spit into the dust.  “Any word from Cotus and the third file?”

Appius shook his head. “No, not yet,” he replied, “We’ll have to make do with what we have.  Take the first file and swing wide around those trees over there.  I’ll hold here with the second.  Have your men leave their javelins here.  Once they’ve passed you and are occupied trying to cut us up, hit them from behind as hard as you can.”

The younger officer considered that for a moment, then nodded and turned toward his horse.  His men saw his approach and mounted their horses.

Appius took one last look at the approaching dust cloud.  He could just make out the thunder of hooves on the clay flood plain.  Whistling between his teeth, he turned and walked into the hedgehog of carts where he could would make his final stand.

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