Book Review: Space Walrus

Space Walrus by Kevin L. Donihe

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From the back cover:

Space: the final frontier… these are the voyages of… a walrus?

Meet Walter. He is the first walrus in a revolutionary space program. Someday, his blubbery form will float past asteroids, stars, and planets as he journeys through the dark beyond to become a Master of Space. But for now, Walter’s dream is to win the heart of his lifelong love, Dr. Stephanie, who happens to be the scientist assigned to conduct experiments on him. The problem is Dr. Stephanie does not love Walter. She views him as a test subject and nothing more. To make matters worse, Dr. Stephanie appears to be in love with the abusive head scientist, Dr. Ron.

From Wonderland Book Award winner Kevin L. Donihe comes a tragic comedy of unrequited love and inspired determination.

Now then…

Walter is a TALKING WALRUS and he’s going to make you cry.

You say, “No way dude, last time I cried was when MY FAVORITE SPORTS TEAM/CELEBRITY/FAMILY MEMBER did something remarkable. I don’t cry, man.”

I hand you Space Walrus and you go off and read it. You come back weeping.

“GODDAMN that Kevin L. Donihe. He tore my heart out and threw it into the middle of the street,” you pine.

I nod and offer a platonic, non-threatening half-hug that shows you that I care but that I am not some kind of sleazebag looking for a quick grope.

You ask, “Does he really make everyone call him by his full name? The ‘L’ and all that? Seems awfully pretentious for a guy who wrote a book about a walrus on a space station who suffers from unrequited love and daydreams about flying through the universe.”

I nod again and reassure you that he doesn’t make anyone use his middle initial, but if he did, I’m sure it’s only because it’s L for LOVE.

After some sniffles, you start thinking of all the people you could recommend this book to…because it is that good.

Kevin L. Donihe’s Space Walrus is a book that zigs when you expect it to zag; it’s got more heart on every page that some books have between covers.

Highly recommended.

A Pax Titanus Fanfiction

Tom Lucas:

So….here’s a lovely piece of Pax Titanus fanfiction.
Pax Titanus fanfiction.
Fanfiction.
Holy shit, I think I just leveled up as an author.
Pretty cheeky story. I loved it.

Originally posted on Whimsical Words with Katherine:

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Hot off the presses, Fresh from the fangirl farm, I give you Touching Tiffany: A Pax Titanus Fanfiction.

I know I have been really hyping Pax Titanus by Tom Lucas, and I’ll openly admit to being a super fangirl of this far-too under the radar piece- but there’s something to say when I go to the time to not only write a piece of fanfiction (Which, mind you, I haven’t done since my Harry Potter days- and n I’m not disclosing how long ago that was), but actually subject myself, and all of you, to a cover for the story.

I had a lot f fun writing this piece and delving into humor rather than my niche of drama.  Tm was a great help in a few places, though the questions I asked didn’t all make it into the final release of the story.  I really look forward to…

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Pax Titanus Giveaway Winners Announced!

 

Well, it’s a wrap kids. Thanks to all that entered. This was quite a bit of fun for me so I plan on doing another giveaway some time soon.

Until then, do consider picking up a copy of Pax Titanus anyway. If you’re a winner in the future you could always gift it to your favorite maniac.

I’ve just emailed the winners. You might want to check the link to see if you are one of the lucky ones.

https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/f086a56a1/

Pax Titanus Read-along NEXT WEEK on Goodreads!

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Are you on Goodreads?

If you are, next month (NEXT WEEK) Pax Titanus and the other fine NBAS books will be the featured read in the Bizarro Fiction group.

There are separate threads for each book, an AMA and I’m pretty sure some free stuff will be going down.

You’ll have to join to group, but trust me — these are some good folks. You want to join, you just don’t know it yet.

Hope to see you there.

https://www.goodreads.com/topic/group_folder/256822…

Narrative Maladies: Projectile Exposition

Tom Lucas:

Follow this blog. Your writing will thank you one day.

Originally posted on Garrett Cook: Editor, Book Doctor, Man of Mystery:

I came from the town of Wenham, Massachusetts, on the North Shore. It was a town with a population of about 3,000, though it was actually bordered by 17 different towns. Wenham was 9 square miles of swamp with a fudge shop, a library, an ice cream stand and an antique store, in short, there was nothing there. Wenham was once called Enon because there was much water and it made most of its money off of the ice trade. It was the advent of the refrigerator that turned Wenham into an impractical yuppie suburb, a safe place for sure, but one not untouched by a legacy of snobbery and Puritanism. It is perhaps growing up among stereotypical white clapboard churches built atop swamp and knowing that those around me were in their secret hearts the witch judges they came from that planted the seeds for me becoming an editor…

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Book Review: Deep Blue

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From the Back Cover:

The destruction of the old city must be prevented. John feeds the machine nightly. The devil in the fridge watches. Nobody wants to be a man-in-a-can anymore. Take in a show at Jeremy’s. Get your head checked at Fred’s. Ride the rails until the tracks are set ablaze by firefighters who fight fires with fire. Tuesday’s coming. Did you remember to bring your coat?

From Brian Auspice comes a down-the-rabbit-hole adventure into the depths of the human condition.

Now then…

You are walking down an unfamiliar street. People push past you, a dense mob of angry faces, stiff arms, and muttering voices. It feels dangerous but it offers no thrill. Every ounce of you wants to just run back home. Run back to what you know. To where it is safe.

But you can’t.

Because of that picture.

You happened upon it one day. A peculiar painting. It intrigued you. Then you read the words, just a few simple sentences, but their meaning eluded you.

It was a definitely coded message. This much you were certain. You knew that until you could decipher it, there would be no rest.

That picture and those cryptic words led you here. You stand at the end of an alley, a narrow mildew-coated murder channel. Your gut twists. Hope dies in halls such as these. Amongst the debris and detritus, you spot a faceless man, his back pressed the back wall. He beckons. Bravely, perhaps stupidly, you ignore the scent of wither and woe and push forward. For you must know the answer.

You must!

Curiously, he pulls a chair out from the shadows and gestures for you to sit. You obey. He hands you a straw and a mirror. A line of fine powder sits upon it, expectant and eager.

You wave your hand. Not for you. Emphatically, he points back down to it and your eyes follow. You watch the granules. They begin a dance, pushing to and fro, zigzagging across the length of the mirror. They take a shape – is it a caterpillar? A slug? A simple worm? Whatever it is, it is looking at you.

Then the scream. A most terrible scream!

TOO LATE!

The scream is yours for you have chosen suck in this devil dune of exotic dust.

Your head snaps back. Your chest tightens. A terrible ringing fills your ears. Sweat explodes from every pore. You feel as if you are going to die.

You are most definitely going to die.

Your hands clench your thighs. Your nails dig deep, their purchase met with a slow, warm trickle of blood. Your stomach cramps and you curl forward, as a maddening parade of tiny men sealed in cans sing to you. Mono-color flashes blind you, viciously betraying you with every hue of color. Faces fold and slide through newly formed fissures in the brick.

You can hear your bones crack. A symphony of fractures. Glorious! Then, a choir of laughter. The rise and fall of a cackle. The huff of a guffaw. And lastly, a snicker.

Are you laughing? Are these voices your own?

The abyss calls and you answer. A change of scene occurs…

You wake in your bed.
In your room.
In the house that you know.
All is well.
You cracked the code.
You solved the riddle.
You smile.
You now know a secret.

You have just read Deep Blue.

I give this book a rating of: Five Twisted Little People in Funny Hats.

 

Tom Lucas Interviewed on Strange the World

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Hello, my pretties!

Last night I had the chance to stop by the STRANGE THE WORLD show. Hosted by Author/Filmmaker Kevin Strange, this comprehensive interview lasted just over TWO HOURS.

I know, two hours. But it’s two hours of ME!

We talked about Pax Titanus, the New Bizarro Author Series, self-publishing, BizarroCon, facing rejection, and the dangers of having an online presence.

If you have the time, please check it out. And please — share with your friends!

Click HERE to watch me in all of my YouTube glory.

Creative Writing – Poetry – Short Pieces – News – By Tom Lucas

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