As I write this, people all across North America are scrambling (yes, SCRAMBLING) to download a free e-copy of my novel, Kindling. At the same time, they are resisting the temptation to repeat the dose with noted public brainwasher, Nick Earls, and his work, Monica Bloom.
Because no one wants to live under the tyranny that will ensue if Earls is victorious. Sure, Nick presents as a humble Australian artisan; a benevolent genius who authors stories as luminous as his work to aid humanity. Don’t be fooled: if, at the conclusion of May 28, the man known in closed literary circles as “The Cocked Fist” (see picture above) has more freebies shared to his name than mine, the entire world will go to Hell. Your children, and your children’s children, will suffer under an oppressive regime of eminently likeable characters and delightfully crafted narratives. This is Hunger Games, people. Minus the hunger. And without the games.
So do the right thing. Get your complimentary copy of Kindling and play your part in ensuring the stable, loving, entirely problem-free world we all love and cherish is maintained.
And be careful with any retort Earls may have to this missive.
This is a man who wrote The Fix.