Black Library has announced a new contest and the prize is a copy of the limited edition of my forthcoming novel, Soul Wars. Visit the Black Library Facebook page for all the particulars!
And so, we come to it. A hat. A handful of names. Destiny fulfilled. Or, rather, a book being shipped out to someplace hopefully local. Continue reading
There’s just one more day to earn a chance to win a signed copy of Nagash: The Undying King. I’ll be drawing a name from the hat tomorrow evening, and announcing the winner on Wednesday, so you have until midnight tomorrow night.
The Sheffield branch of the RSPCA does a lot of good work, and all of their funds are raised locally, through donations and charitable events. The centre costs around £2000 a day to run, and that ain’t small potatoes. Every little bit helps, folks. To those of you who’ve donated already – thanks, guys.
Too, how often can you say you got your hands on one of Black Library’s swanky limited editions for the low price of £5.00? Outside of ebay, I mean. If you can give, great. If not, maybe retweet, reblog or share this post. Whatever gets the word out.
Oh, and Merry Christmas.
Right, so…’tis the season. Christmas. A time of giving. A time of charity and compassion, unless your name is Jacob Marley. So, to that end, I’ve decided to raffle off a signed copy of Nagash: The Undying King, my newest Age of Sigmar novel, in return for charitable donations to a worthy cause. Continue reading
The Contest of Night closed last night at midnight, leaving me with a tough decision to make. As ever, the entries were all impressive, and I’ll be sharing some of my favourites on Twitter and Facebook later today. But, this is a contest, and that means there has to be a winner. And that winner is… Continue reading
I recently got some author’s copies in, and rather than add them all to the pile, I’ve decided it’s contest time again. So, grab your sigmarite shield and throw a saddle over the dread abyssal, it’s time for the Contest of Night. Mortarch of Night, that is. Continue reading
The Furious Contest of Gork closed last night at midnight-ish, leaving me with a few dozen entries to sift through. As with the Crawling Contest, they were all uniformly excellent, barring the odd ‘I dipped a white-based orruk in green wash, give me my book’ entry. Which, while I admire the chutzpah, ain’t winning you bupkis, chum. And as before, I sincerely wish I had a few more copies of the book to hand out.
But in the end, as Russell Mulcahy taught us, there can be only one. And that one is… Continue reading