GodBomb!

Latest review of my debut novel, GodBomb!

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GodBomb!

GodBomb!

by Kit Power

North Devon, England. 1995. A born-again revival meeting in a public building. The usual mix of the faithful, the curious, and the desperate. And one other – an atheist suicide bomber. He’s angry. He wants answers. And if God doesn’t come and talk to him personally, he’s going to kill everyone in the building…

I came across this book on my kindle whilst looking for my next read. it was a recent acquisition but one that I couldn’t remember making. I didn’t know the title or the author and the cover didn’t look like anything that would have enticed me. I can only think that somebody has reviewed this book and done such a good job that I bought it straight away. If this is the case and you recognise yourself as that reviewer I would like to offer you my very great thanks. GodBomb! is…

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ZERO LIVES REMAINING is here!

I’ve got this on pre-order. Looks amazing.

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It’s been a long time coming, but my haunted video arcade novella Zero Lives Remaining is finally printed and ready to ship.

Shock Totem Publications faced several production delays on this title, but there was a big time payoff for that long wait: one of the coolest books I’ve ever had the pleasure of holding.

Here I am, this past weekend, signing them all:

signing ZLR.jpgPhoto by Ken Wood

You can go here to see pictures of the finished product and place your order (it comes packaged in a plastic VHS clamshell and with bonus liner insert and trading cards). These will sell out, Shock Totem just yesterday posted these pictures and already this limited edition is over 50% spoken for.

As I’ve said in previous posts: yes, this is an expensive (and relatively short) book, so if you’re on the fence about it or are not a collector know that…

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Have you read the UNSPOKEN?

In support of an important charity, and an incredible lineup…

WILLIAM MEIKLE

My Dad has cancer. More than one kind in fact. He’s fighting hard, but cancer is a devious bugger. It hides, it lurks, and it pounces when you think it’s down and defeated.

Cancer is a monster.

It has been a presence in my life for as long as I can remember. I first came across it in the late Sixties. My Gran’s brother came back to town to die with his family. I was fascinated by this man, so thin as to be almost skeletal, wound in clothes that were many sizes too large for his frame, his skin so thin that I could see his blood moving… not pumping, for it had long since stopped moving enough to keep him alive long. He rarely spoke, just sat by the fire as if trying to soak up heat, his eyes frequently wet from tears, not of sadness, but of…

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