Nicess The Wanderer Giveaway and Other Updates

 I've done a few things sine my last post...

Mainly, I wrote out that book I was thinking of and decided not to beat myself over the head with two years of submissions. Yes, I know that's the correct way to a full career as a writer, but I've come to the conclusion that isn't for me. I'm an amateur writer with a very niche audience. That doesn't sell well when trying to advertise to the masses. Plus, I tend to hand splling errrrerrss. And that does detract from the story when reading. Granted, Grammarly has helped in that greatly. 

So, with that said, I've done a few things to help the process of actually getting the stories that you, the very few and devoted will enjoy and appreciate, to you in an easier format. And for that reason, I've been working with two amazing producers on Audible. They will be bringing my new book, Nicess The Wanderer to Audible later this year. 

I'm also working with a talented producer to start to bring back The Redgold Series. Beginning with Special Science Report 1192 and then going from there. But since I've already written the same main story three times with Demon Vampire, and frankly, I'm not up for another rewrite at this time, I'll be attempting a new take. One of the major things I've seen in the positive reviews for the series is about the character Del and his story of love and loss. This has been such an overarching mention that even the negative reviews speak of him fondly. So, I'm sensing a trend here;) A lot of you like the stoic dedicated and focused young man that is willing to work hard for his goals. Okay, I can run with that. When I have the time, which will be later this year, in between writing the rest of Drawing Power, the second book in the Immutable Magic series with Nicess, I'll be retelling Del's story. Now I am aware that based in my prior timelines, that probably means sometime in the next three years, but I will try to stick to this year if possible. 

Since one of the major issues for Demon Vampire's story was that I had too many stories and jumped back and forth between the timelines, I'll be focusing on one. Del's own book. Obviously, the bulk of the story is already in Demon Vampire, but I'll be fleshing out all that into at least a solid novella around 30,000-45,000 words. It'll be voiced on audible of course. And I'll be releasing it in hardcover for those that cherish the story.

Now, back to Nicess The Wanderer. 

I'll be holding a free book giveaway next weekend on 1.29.22-1.30.22. That's two days to download the book for free. It's normally only $0.99, but for those that are always on the fence about getting a book, this is for you. To everyone else that can afford a buck, have at. But, read the sample chapters first. This book is outlandish, bombastic, painful at times, and has things that may trigger a lot of people. So be forewarned. For he rest of you that actually take the time to read it for the steady power climb of magical insanity and the thirsty nature of the main character, I honestly hope you enjoy it. I had a blast writing it and I think it shows. 

I know it's been a long journey this past decade. But I have found my passion for writing again. And I've reaffirmed my hatred for marketing as a whole. So besides sharing the book a few times here and there, I'm not doing it. I'm relying solely on you. Tell a friend or write a review for my books. That's all I ask. Two sentences to a friend or copy and paste something general about the way I write. It would help me more than you know. 

I also want to thank you all in advance for your support. No, I don't have a Patreon account, and I don't ask for donations. So, don't worry about that. All I ask for is a little time for a review. That's what keeps me going sometimes. Writing is supposed to be fun and I've found that level of enrichment again. 

Sincerely, 

Virgil Allen Moore 

The White Mage - Chapter One

This is a little different than my normal writing, but I've been a bit too lazy lately and this it seems has picked me back up, so I'm running with it.

This is the first chapter of my new story, The White Mage, Nicess the Wanderer. I hope you enjoy it.

The White Mage

I am the god-damn phoenix down mother fucker that goes ba-bump in the nightmares of all those who Wilhelm their last.

I am the white mage.

At least that's what I think I am in this world. Where ever the hell this is, I seem to know it a little too well.

At the edge of town, there is an inn with a bar on the first floor. It’s the place where everyone knows my name. And why shouldn’t they know my name? I’m the one that saves their lives on a weekly basis. All manner of adventurers come through, but they all ask for one thing if they’re smart. And where can I find a healer? And the barkeep points to a table in the back where I usually sit. Most of the time, it’s a large burly He-Man that wants someone to keep him healthy for an upcoming raid on whatever threat of the week. Other times it’s a lone ranger looking to stop a bent wizard trying to raise an army of mutant orcs. And yet still I’ll get the occasional twit that asks me to bring back their dead loved one that passed more than ten days ago. But the answer to all but a few of them is the same. Fuck off; I’m busy. And that’s when most swords, bows, or fists are drawn and readied to strike. It’s my mouth that gets me into these kinds of trouble. A year of it and you’d think I’d have my fair share of cuts, scars, and bruises. But, you’d be wrong. For if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s preventing damage before it ever happens. A simple Sanctuary spell with a side of Shield on the ready is all I ever really need. And less than an hour later, another one walks right back up to the bar, and it starts over again. It’s a fresh cup of mead, but the same story. And until then I wait patiently.

For what? If not something new, then something old. New spells. At least to me. Each time I accept work, cure a disease or raise the recently dead, it’s in my never-ending search for knowledge. I can make food and water, even shelter through spells. Unlike all other clerics of my station that were called to their position by a higher power. I sought out the meaning of existence and for a deity in this world that suited my needs. At least to listen to my bitching for a while when I first got here and didn’t understand where I was. I still don’t know what this is exactly, or where I am supposed to be, Hell, Limbo, or even another dimension, but it’s real enough for me. So I proceeded to worship a point in my mind with the singular goal of obtaining more understanding of the fabric of this life. Most often than not I’ve found it’s while I’m nursing a cup of mead and remembering my old life. And it’s with that power that I operate as a healer. I don’t say prayers; I don’t meditate for spells, I don’t even have to think to prepare them. I know them. And I know that I’ll always have access to the ones I need when I need them. Call it what you will. I call it convenient.

So that’s how my evenings would go. I’d shoot down nearly every request that wasn’t related to a spell in the most callous way possible. Then I’d smile at the end of the day. On occasion, I’d end up in a cave or a tent for a week with smelly adventurers that didn’t know what soap was. Or sometimes I’d end up getting lucky and sleeping in a comfortable bed in town. That was my norm. Until the night it wasn’t.

There were eight people in the bar that night, not including the owner, when a thin tower of everything I’m not, wrapped up in tight leather, walked in.

Legs slid up to me without asking around for a healer. She said something, and I didn’t listen to anything except the tone of her voice. It was calm, smooth. I don’t even remember saying, okay, but I knew I had accepted something after the entire room stopped and looked in my direction.

“Good, so you’ll help me get back the broach?” Her voice was almost too quick. But since my comprehension had come back to me, my face sunk when I realized what had happened. “Are you okay?”

She had noticed, and I took a moment to regain my composure. “Of course I am. I’m-” I thought about my regular line of bravado and snark. It didn’t seem right. “-The-“

Her bright eyes stared at me in the silence. “Are you sure you can help me? You don't look that strong for a caster.”

My lips didn’t move, my hair just furled and eye twitched. I glared at her. I must have seemed partially ominous. Besides the dirty white robe, I’m not much. I’m not very threatening. On a wet day, I'm a hundred and fifteen pounds. And that includes my everyday carry.

“Are you sure you’re the white mage?”