In the first 30 hours of my Kickstarter for the story of how Torin and Danthres first met ten years prior to Dragon Precinct
, I made my $1000 goal.
I'm now in the final 30 hours, and I'm heartened, overjoyed, and generally very chuffed by support. I have almost 100 backers, and am at 172% of my fundraising goal.
And I'm having a blast writing the story, too. :)
There's still a bit more than a day left if you wish to get in on the story. You can get the story for a mere two bucks! More money gets you more stuff (an acknowledgment for $9, a thank-you note for $20, an audio of the story for $30, an autographed copy of Gryphon Precinct
next spring for $75).
And, finally, an excerpt from the story. A murder has happened, and Lieutenant Danthres Tresyllione is with her partner, Lieutenant Quane, interviewing a witness, a new person in town named Torin ban Wyvald:
Danthres was leaning forward. "This spell can be cast in a room?"
"He told me it could. It certainly can't hurt to ask this Kort person if he is capable of such."
"Assuming," Danthres added with a smile, "that he is a wizard."
Ban Wyvald smiled right back. "Assuming."
"You admit you might be wrong?" Danthres tilted her head quizzically.
"Of course," ban Wyvald replied matter-of-factly. "I'm only guessing—I might be mistaken, and Kort may simply be a very talented coward."
"That was, in fact, what he claimed," Danthres said. "We shall see. And I'm impressed. Most men would never admit to the possibility of being wrong."
"Then it would seem that I am not like most men."
Danthres snorted. "Doubtful. Is there anything else you wish to add?"
Shrugging, ban Wyvald said, "Only that the woman was obviously targeted, and Zorbanig's purpose was to provide a distraction that would allow him, or someone else, to kill her."
"Are you sure of that?" Quane asked.
Danthres looked to the ceiling in supplication, and Quane realized he'd screwed up yet again. "Lord and Lady, you stupid shitbrain, of course that's what happened! Gava was very carefully stabbed right in the chest where she'd be guaranteed to die almost instantly. That type of precision doesn't happen in a bar fight."