Interim Project COVER REVEAL!
Or: There's no going back now...
Can’t describe how delighted I was to find an artist whose style so perfectly fitted the aesthetic and vibe of the book, and who did such an absolutely beautiful job of illustrating the image in my head. So thank you, Thomas, this is fucking gorgeous!*
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There’s something magical about cover art. It’s the moment where someone else sees the picture in your mind, and the moment where they take that picture out of your imagination and make it real. I remember seeing the illustration of Ecko for the first time, his black eyes looking back at me, and it genuinely giving the shivers. And this, I’m over the moon to say, has done exactly the same thing. It’s an image I’ve carried with me for a very long time, and to see it come to life is amazing.
There’s also nothing like describing that image to someone else, to really make you focus on its tiny details, and on what will make it memorable.
So, there it is, Lugan, Vision Quest, alive and breathing (not ready for public release quite yet, but soon). It’s the story that follows the end of the Ecko trilogy (and that wouldn’t leave me alone), taking Ecko’s mentor Lugan, a fifty-something ex-hard-case biker, on the head-fucking mushie trip of a lifetime, and back to the Varchinde.
He’s looking for Ecko. He’s looking for the truth. He might even be looking for his lost youth. But what he finds is something else entirely.
*More about my self-pub learning curve in later instalments, but I also owe a huge thank you to Alison Sampson, Rachael Smith and Catie Murphy, for their help, support and advice.
No AI has been used in the plotting, writing, editing or artwork of this book.
Reading: Still the Blackwater series by Michael McDowell, which I’m thoroughly enjoying. Not only as an on-going tale of family feuds, but thanks to their pervasively creepy feeling, which is ju-uust starting to spread like rising water, bringing a seepingly broader sense of horror.
Watching: Kaos. Bloody Netflix.
Playing: Back to Cormyr (or Arabel, where we are at the moment), where we visited three old ladies who’d asked some of our soldiers to escort them to a ‘tea dance’. Needless to say, said soldiers vanished without a trace, and we found a trio of hags, plus their entire force of goons (ogres, giants, you name it) who tried to splat us to paste. Wackinesss, inevitably, ensued.
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