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FraeLea Conversations #6 – Our Writing Experiment

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We are taking too long to get our next novel edited. We think we’ve figured out a solution, but we need your help!

If you are interested and are willing to indulge us with this experiment for the next 34 days, you’ll be formally credited in the published book, and you might even have a character named after you. Above all, you will have our gratitude and that’s pretty priceless, right?

Watch this video for details, and contact us if you’d like to help.

Click here to read the Chapter 1 preview mentioned in the video.

Click here to read the preview mentioned in the video for Chapter 1 of Spark of Justice.

Transcript for FraeLea Conversations #6:

RaeLea: Hi, and welcome to FraeLea Conversations. I’m RaeLea and this is Frank. Today, Frank and I are going to be discussing an experiment.

Frank: An experiment. Yes, that’s a good way of putting it. So, it’s been a year since we’ve started writing full time. And, I use air quotes on that because we haven’t really been working nine to five on writing. Part of that shows because in March of 2017, we published our first novel, Fog over Mandaree. To much critical acclaim. Well, not really, acclaim, but we had good feedback. And, now it has been a year, since we left our day job and we’re living off savings as we write. We’re not writing as quickly as we need to be writing. We’ll take full credit on that.

RaeLea: Yes, that’s totally on us.

Frank: We’ve got plenty of excuses. We’re managing a property. We’ve got summertime chores. And, there’s plenty of distractions.

RaeLea: Everybody knows about summertime chores.

Frank: But, bottom line, we’re not getting our writing done as quickly as we need to be. And our readers, you guys, have been very patient with us. We’ve had many people ask us, ‘hey, when’s the next book coming out.’ We do have the rough draft for the next three novels written. We’ve got an outline for two more novels after that. And, we’ve got a story idea for another series after that.

RaeLea: Plus, all the covers. The illustrations are done.

Frank: We haven’t released the covers because we wanted the novels to be done first. So, we’ve got plenty of ideas and work on our table and the bottom line is that we are not living up to our deadlines. We had a really good conversation the other day where we were saying, ‘why is it that we’re not doing so?’. The previous job we had was very high stress. Very demanding. We put out a report twice a day, at 4:00 a.m. and 1:00 or 2:00 p.m., and we were never late. We rarely had any mistakes, maybe a typo here or there. And, it didn’t matter what was going on.

RaeLea: Internet issues or blizzards; it was out.

Frank: Technology issues. We knew we had stakeholders and investors and clients that were waiting for this report. So, we were never late with that.

RaeLea: So, I think accountability is…

Frank: So, it was accountability. We knew we had people waiting for it. The deadlines were not ambiguous. They weren’t arbitrary like our current ones are. So, this experiment, long story short, is to try to recreate that. With your help, we’re running an experiment. We’re going to be releasing a chapter, one a day. We’re going to be asking for volunteers. You, if you’re willing to. To receive a chapter, one chapter per day, and you can comment on it. Give us feedback. And, hopefully, hold us accountable, too, if we miss a day or anything like that. What it will be basically doing is, we’ll be asking if you’re interested in doing this. If you can commit to reading a chapter a day and comment on it, if you like.

RaeLea: And, it’s going to be approximately thirty some chapters.

Frank: Thirty-four chapters, actually, is what this next book is. We’re releasing the first chapter today, in conjunction with this video. You can read it without signing up to any list to see if this the type of story you’d be interested in. If you’d be willing to help us out. And, you really would be helping us out if you do this, because you’ll be holding us accountable. Hopefully, creating some excitement, too, for us. We know we’ve got some people that are waiting for this. It’s going to be kind of an intense month of getting these chapters out. But, we kind of feel that that pressure is exactly what we need because we thrive under pressure. And, this is a positive type of pressure where we have people excited, hopefully. And, there will be other benefits, for you too! You’ll get to see the chapters way before they get published. Even after we’re done with all this, we’ll still have some final edits and whatnot that we’ll be doing before we’re publishing it. So, it’s probably going to be another six months, maybe, before we publish the first of these books. You’ll be able to see the whole story before then. You can opt out at any time, if you do decide to help us out. And, you’ll also be able to provide us feedback. If you decide the story doesn’t quite work for me, or…

RaeLea: Or, if something isn’t quite clear…

Frank: Right. If something isn’t clear, that’s a very good point. We’re kind of hoping, from our perspective, to close that feedback loop. Instead of writing an entire novel, sending it out into the world, and then finding out if it works or not. We love this story. It’s called Spark of Justice. It’s a Modern Fantasy, set in North Dakota…

RaeLea: In Minot!

Frank: … primarily in Minot, North Dakota. It follows the journey of this magic wielding young woman that is new to North Dakota and unraveling a conspiracy. So, again, the first chapter will be released. You can read it now. Let us know what you think and if you’re interested in helping us out. Either reply to the email newsletter or send us a comment on our contact form. You can send us an email that way and we’ll sign you on there. Again, you can opt out at any time if you decide it’s not for you or it’s too much work. But, we really would appreciate the help.

RaeLea: Do we want to tell them the name of the team that we’re putting together?

Frank: Yeah! We did decide to call it Alpha Team. You’ll be part of the Alpha Team. Which, is a pretty bad ass name, let’s face it. Our Alpha Team is basically our swat team to light a fire under our butts and keep us going. Hopefully, encourage us and get us to get this next novel out.

RaeLea: We just need that accountability. That knowing we need to get that chapter out a day.

Frank:  We’re going to be keeping this a small group. It’s going to be first come, first serve. But, this first one, if we can get a few dozen people that would be willing to help us out, that would be awesome. If you’re a fan of Modern Fantasy, if you liked Fog Over Mandaree, that would be exactly in your wheelhouse. If you could help us out, we’d appreciate it. We’ll pay you back in various different ways. We might name a character after you, or send you autographed copies of the novel when it is published. Or posters or what have you. We have all kinds of ideas. But, trust us when we say, if you’re willing to help us out, we’ll make it worth your while. I think that about sums it up.

RaeLea: Yeah.

Frank: If you’d like to be a member of our Alpha Team, let us know. Thanks again for listening to us.

Preview: Changeling Justice Chapter 1

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Enjoy this preview of Chapter 1 from our work-in-progress novel, Changeling Justice:

Chapter 1

“Don’t lose him! The Transmute Spell is nearly worn off.”

Ember wordlessly obeyed the directive from her new partner and kept running as fast as her short legs could carry her. She feared losing the suspect they pursued—or maybe worse, catching up to him after the spell wore off.

She tried to will the rush of adrenaline to give her lungs greater capacity, her legs greater span—even as a small part of her mind screamed at her, warned her of the menace she knowingly ran towards. Bloody Changelings. Why are they always so fast, even in human form?

The Transmute Spell could only block a Changeling from shifting for a short time. Even such a spell cast from someone as powerful as The Legend—as her partner tolerated being called—even that would only briefly contain a Changeling as aggressive as the one they chased. If this one was allowed to shift into his animal form, there was nothing stopping the beast from tearing both Investigators to pieces.

Ember inwardly shuddered at the thought.

She watched her partner race past her. Wallace Livingston may have been 174 years old, but the Senior Investigator had no trouble outpacing younger Investigators. Especially when it came to catching criminals. There’s a reason they call him The Legend.

The dark trench coat flew ahead like the wings of a demon. His wide-brim hat sheltered his face from view and from the light English rain that drizzled down, shrouding the night sky and making the stone pavers dangerously slick to run on.

The flying coat crossed between two pillars abutting a wrought iron fence enveloping the Blackburn Old Cemetery. “Go left!” Wallace ordered.

Before Ember could acknowledge, the coat, hat, and the man within, all disappeared between headstones into the cemetery.

Ember’s lungs burned. Her blonde locks were plastered against her face and neck. After the long chase through the evening mist, there was no way of knowing whether it was rain or sweat condensing down her back. It’s not enough that the bloody Changeling makes us chase him. At night. In the rain. Now through a cemetery, too?

Into the poorly-lit graveyard, Ember pursued her quarry. Despite knowing that the Changeling was guilty, they would continue referring to him as a suspect until a confession was given or extracted. This suspect was guilty of breaking one of the oldest of the Old Laws; he was accused of shifting into his animal form in the presence of NonDruw—in front of non-magic humans.

Wallace and Ember had cleaned up the aftermath, though it wasn’t easy. It was one of their first cases together as partners, and no small case at that. They had to track down each of the NonDruw who witnessed the Changeling’s crime, interrogate them, and then give them each a Memory Wash before setting them free. It was an exhausting task, and they had to be thorough about it. It was for everyone’s benefit that nobody would remember the events but for the Investigators assigned to the case.

It was then for the Druw High Council at Malvern Hills to decide what Brevar’s punishment would be. If the suspect was particularly lucky, he might get lifelong imprisonment. If he attempted to harm either her or Wallace, the Changeling would likely be executed. But there were worse punishments than dying.

As harsh as the sentence would be, the Changeling’s action was inexcusable. Their kind—the Druw—were so few and spread so thin around the world, far outnumbered by NonDruw. The only thing that kept them safe—kept them alive—was by remaining hidden.

Ember’s flat-sole shoes slapped against wet pavers lining the path weaving through the cemetery. Three times, she slipped but caught herself. She wasn’t so lucky the fourth time, as she stubbed her toe against an uneven stone and momentarily went airborne—for all of one second.

“Bugger!” Ember hissed. She reached down and touched her elbow where it had connected with the soggy earth. At least nothing’s broken.

An aged lamppost illuminated the headstone in front of her. She gripped the stone and used it to pull herself up out of the muddy turf. Typical for me to trip where there’s actually some form of light.

Her thumb ran across the markings etched into her borrowed handhold:

Frederick Kempster, 1862-1942

Ember spoke to the stone as she found her footing. “Quite sorry for disturbing you, Mister Kempster, but I don’t suppose you’ve seen a wayward Changeling running through your graveyard, perchance?”

She stood up beneath the lamp and peered into the night, letting the light bathe her back as her eyes adjusted. “Barring that, if you would have a torch I could borrow, that would be brilliant.”

Movement in her periphery caught her attention. If she wasn’t so soaked, the hairs on the back of her neck would have surely stood. Mustering what confidence she could, Ember said, “Hold it! You, there!”

A sharply-dressed man stepped out from behind an old oak tree. He wore a dark suit and a thin, black tie over a white collared shirt. Ember blinked as her head tilted back to look upon the man’s towering figure. She never knew someone could be so tall. Good God, he’s nearly three feet taller than me! This one must be approaching eight feet!

The giant of a man seemed as surprised to see her as she was to see him. She could sense that he wasn’t a Druw, but he didn’t quite feel like a NonDruw, either. Ember’s voice was lost for a moment, and she realized her mouth was agape.

“I am sorry if I startled you, Miss,” the towering man said. “I could not help but overhear you talking. I admit I did not expect anyone to see me tonight.” The man adjusted his tie and furrowed his brow. “You do see me, Miss?”

A dozen questions ran through Ember’s head. What is this man doing wandering a cemetery at night? Where is his peculiar accent from? And what kind of absurd riddle is he telling?

There was no time for any of that, not now. “I’m looking for a man, a tall man—well, not as tall as you. He ran through here just a moment ago. I don’t suppose you saw him?”

“Why, indeed I did!” The man sounded amused. “Is he some sort of a criminal, I suppose?”

Ember tried to maintain patience with the stranger, but she knew the Transmute Spell was growing weaker by the minute. “Yes, yes. I’m a member of law enforcement. Now, which way did he run, if you please?”

If the tall stranger was at all troubled by Ember’s brusque tone, he didn’t let on. “The gentleman is no longer running, Miss. He is crouched, hiding behind the big, headless angel statue.” The man clicked his tongue and shook his head as he pointed up the wet path. “Such a desecration, and in a sacred place, no less. So little respect.”

“Brilliant!” Ember resumed running up the path, only belatedly remembering to thank the odd stranger.

The statue was easy enough to find, even in the dim light provided by the sparsely-placed lampposts. The granite angel’s wings were wide and proud—and its head was indeed missing. Some part of Ember’s subconscious thought that the decapitation may have been intentional, as though by design. Macabre design that would be.

She carefully picked her way through the grounds between grave markers, attempting to remain stealthy. The dampness of the night made the grass spongy and her shoes made audible squishing noises.

“I think he hears you, Miss.” It was the giant of a man, leaning down as he spoke to her.

Ember caught the exclamation in her throat before it could betray her position. She whispered, “What the bloody hell! How did you sneak up on me?”

The man shrugged apologetically and then waved one of his dinnerplate-size hands toward the beheaded statue. “I believe your quarry is meaning to ambush you, Miss. Your partner is not far off; perhaps he could be of assistance?”

“How do you know that?” Ember whispered into the drizzling rain. She swept clinging, soaked hair from her face and peered into the night, trying to see what the tall stranger was seeing. She saw only more grave markers, statues, and mature trees.

“Your partner is behind the shrubs, over there.” A large hand gestured. “He is making his way here as we speak. Begging your pardon, but your partner moves quickly and gracefully, Miss.”

Ember grumbled beneath her breath, but then she saw it, saw the movement—the shape of a man wearing a wide-brim hat and a trench coat picking his way through the shrubs. She knew she couldn’t take the Changeling on her own, so she had to take action—and quickly. She had to warn Wallace, to alert him.

Ember stayed crouched, cupped her muddy hands to the side of her mouth and shouted, “Brevar! We know you are behind the headless angel statue! We have you surrounded!”

She was answered with a throaty, deep roar from behind the winged, granite figure. The Changeling was transforming—the Transmute Spell had worn off. A huge silhouette stepped out from hiding and began lumbering on four legs, away from Ember’s position.

“He’s shifting, Wallace!”

Ember chased after the roaring creature, unsure what she could possibly do if she caught up with it, but unwilling to let her partner face this Changeling alone. The beast moved too quickly though, and its roaring form ran toward the shrubs—straight for Wallace. Oh no! I’ve just gotten The Legend killed.

“Head’s up! He’s coming your way!” Ember yelled desperately as she ran, slipping on the wet grass and mud.

Another angry roar rang out through the cemetery, followed by a brief flash of yellow light.

Ember charged into the shrubs to find Wallace, bent over and panting to catch his breath. Before them was a humongous polar bear, wrapped tightly in a shiny, gold Containment Net. The net glowed, writhing and moving as though alive. Wallace’s net shrunk itself around the body of the bear, unbreakable and secure.

The bear gave one more roar, though this time it sounded like one of frustration.

Wallace stepped over to the trapped bear, clapped his hands together once, and then uttered “Sleep.” The moment his hand touched the beast, the bear went silent. Its head dropped and it stopped struggling.

Ember looked at Wallace with admiration. Indeed, there’s a reason they call him “The Legend”.

Her partner returned the gaze, though he frowned at the mud and grass smeared on her knees and arms. “Excellent work, Ember. But…are you alright?”

Ember shrugged self-consciously and looked down at her messy clothes. “Nothing’s broken.”

A gasping voice from above and behind made Ember turn. It was the tall stranger.

“My word!” The well-dressed giant looked with wonder at the netted polar bear. “A real Changeling, could it be? That would make you both…Malverns, wouldn’t it? How delightful! I had heard stories during my time, but I always dismissed them as mythology. My word!”

It was a pity this helpful stranger would enjoy his discovery for only a moment longer. Ember knew Wallace would make her cast a Memory Wash upon this NonDruw. The three Druw would return to obscurity and the NonDruw would be back to…wandering through the cemetery or whatever it was that he was doing when she found him.

Ember looked up at the awe-struck man. “Yeah, so…about this bear.”

“Ember…who are you talking to?” Wallace said between breaths.

Ember felt her neck and cheeks grow heated as she began to explain. “Wallace, I’m so sorry, I know I bumbled this. This fellow—I know I should not have allowed a NonDruw to get involved—but you see, he knew Brevar was waiting for me.”

“Ember. Who. Are you. Talking to?” Wallace’s voice was calm and firm between deep breaths. His words held no mirth. It made Ember feel uneasy.

“Um, well, yes,” Ember turned back to the stranger, “I suppose I never caught your name.”

“Ah, yes. I am Fred, Fred Kempster. At your service.” The towering man placed a hand on his stomach and bowed.

Ember looked back at Wallace sheepishly. “As I said, Fred helped me—helped us, Wallace.”

Wallace shook his head, his focus never leaving her. “Ember, when you slipped, did you hit your head? Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Why do you keep asking me that? Of course I’m alright!”

Ember looked back at Fred. “Not that you’ll remember this conversation in a few minutes, but if you wouldn’t mind telling Wallace what you told me, that might be helpful.”

The tall man looked down at Ember, his expression transforming from excitement to something resembling sadness. “Miss, I do not believe your friend can see me.”

“What the bloody hell are you going on about? He would have to be blind not to see you!” Ember waved her hands with exasperation.

Fred sighed and shook his head. He said, “Until you, I have not known a living person who could see me, much less speak with me.”

Cold realization seeped into Ember’s consciousness just as Frederick Kempster fed her the explanation.

“Dear Miss, that was my headstone you read from.”

 

Poll: What Should We Call Non-Magic Humans?

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We want your opinion! What should we call non-magic humans in our upcoming modern fantasy series?

In the new modern fantasy series we are writing (Magic City Chronicles), the people who have developed the ability to use magic refer to themselves as Druw (a reference to their druid ancestors). We need a term to refer to “normal” or non-magic humans (I’ve heard that the term “Muggles” is apparently already taken by an obscure writer from the UK 😉

Please help us decide by casting your vote.

FraeLea Conversations #5 – Cover Art for Our First Novel

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After publishing our first novel a little over a week ago, we thought you might enjoy seeing the cover art concepts for Fog Over Mandaree.

Also: one of us may have accidentally unveiled a squirrelish surprise.

Also #2: Euleycat decides to weigh in on the cover art discussion. Apparently we were taking too long with this episode, and he was overdue for cuddles.

Transcript for FraeLea Conversations #5 – Cover Art for Our First Novel

Frank: Hello, and welcome to this episode of FraeLea Conversations. As promised on the last one, we are talking this week, about our book cover for Fog Over Mandaree. We’re going to go over the design process a little bit. Show you some of the iterations you didn’t get to see before. And, how we arrived at the final design. We’ll be showing you the versions, too, as we’re looking on our little tablet.

So, the first one, our artist, Benjamin Roque, he came up with this concept. And we had given him a description and we described the Gurgurran. Which is the monster that appears in the book. No big spoiler there, I think.

RaeLea: Not by now, anyway.

F: Hopefully, you’ve read it, if not, we’re not going to give any spoilers beyond that, but it’s called a Gurgurran, anyway and no, we’re not going to give any spoilers. And, so this first version, we had fog, is obviously a big component. We had the rig, that could provide some various photos that he could use for illustration. And, then kind of a description of Nick and Katrina, the two main characters of the story. And, so, he penciled this out. He had the fog, it was a little too green on this first version.

R: Both of our immediate response was whether it was too green. Too marshy of a fog.

F: Yeah, it looked like swamp fog.

R: Right, right.

F: Instead of winter fog, which is what it should have been.

R: But, I think both of our response when we saw the Gurgurran was wow.

F: Yeah, he has done a great job with that.

R: Definitely. The most unique one of them all, too.

F: We gave good description, I think, of how we wanted it. The head was a little bit off, as you’ll see in the next versions, but he gave a good starting point, anyway. The Gurgurran, in particular, has got really small eyes. He’s supposed to look like something that’s just tough. And, just a rough, mountain type creature. And, so, that was the first version we had. You could see the pencil outline of Nick and Katrina that he had on there. And gave him some feedback on that one, which the next version he started implementing. We wanted them to be running away from the monster, but we still wanted to see their faces. And to show them kind of looking back at it. He also, on this version, made it more winter scape.

R: Right, he cleaned up the green.

F: Yeah, that kind of the colors, that slate gray.

R: Yeah.

F: It’s still a little too bright here, but it fit kind of a winter fog type a little better. One thing I didn’t like about this one was the snow that he had on over the monster. It looked a little too fake, I guess. But, that’s fine, it was something that he was going to take care of on the next version. Which, the next version we had still had.

R: And that one had kind of a great story where he had opened up this version and he gasped.

F: He, as in me.

R: Frank, yes.

F: So, Ben had emailed us this version of it and we obviously wanted more detail on the human faces and this was the first variant of that that he painted. And, it’s digital painting, but it is actual painting. You’re actually painting these. This is not stock photography or anything like that. So, it’s all the more impressive that it looks so realistic. Even zooming in on it, it’s still, you know you can see the texture of it. And, one of the things that we were really trying to impress upon Ben was that we were going to be using this for marketing collateral. So, the bookmarks which we showed you in last week’s episode, but also the posters that we’re planning on making. And, eventually, print covers for a paperback. We’ve had a lot of folks ask about paperback and we are planning to eventually, but not yet.

R: So, we knew that there had to be excellent quality, especially with our protagonists, Nick and Katrina. And, their faces are just gorgeous.

F: Yep. So, when you look at that, you can actually see their expressions a little bit. With that, we wanted Katrina to have a little bit more fear in her eyes, a little bit more expression there. And, Nick had to have a scar. He has a scar in the book and that was something distinct about him that comes up in future books. So, we wanted to make sure that it was present. On the next one, he actually did add that and this is pretty darn close to the final version ended up being. He really nailed it on this. And, I think that there were only a couple lighting changes and positioning, we changed the positioning a little bit. The beauty of doing digital painting is that you can actually move elements around a little bit, more easily that obviously traditional painting. You are obviously kind of stuck with where things are at, so that’s kind of a beauty there. And, that’s basically what the final version was. He had changed the head of the Gurgurran, a little bit, too. The shape was a little bit. It was supposed to kind of have an anvil shaped head and that has significance, which won’t show up for several books. But, there is a reason for the shape of his head. So, the final version here, with the text and our author logo. I think it ended up turning out pretty decently. We’re very happy with it.

R: Yes.

F: Some good feedback.

R: Should we tell them about the little bonus?

F: No!

R: Okay.

F: Now that she said that, I, well, okay. I wasn’t planning to, but…I was planning on waiting until we have the series out and then we were going to have a kind of a “Where’s Waldo” clue hunt on our covers. But, now that somebody spilled the beans here. And, I don’t want to rerecord all this.

R: Oh, no!

F: That’s alright. But, in every one of our covers, we have a squirrel. Somewhere. We won’t tell you where, but there is a squirrel on every one of our covers. And this is only the first cover. The second one is being designed by Ben right now. But, there is a squirrel on it and you know, maybe we’ll do a contest on it someday. Now that the squirrel’s out of the bag. We probably won’t do that. Thanks for ruining Christmas. But, there is squirrels…are significant to us. We’re kind of a couple of squirrels anyway ourselves. So, we’re including that element in every one of our books.

R: I think it’s charming.

F: So, anyway. If you look closely enough, you may find it. It’s very subtle on this first one. A little less subtle on the next one. But, it’s in every one of our covers. And, just in time, speaking of squirrels, we’ve got our Euler. He has to make his cameo, here so, thanks for joining in here. We almost made an entire episode without a cat making an appearance. We’re professionals here.

R: We do professional.

F: We obviously, yeah, we’re pretty good. We know what we’re doing here. He probably wants to play his games on the tablet now. We’ll probably have to relinquish that. But, that will probably be enough for this episode. We’re going to be pinned down here.

R: Thanks for joining us.

F: I’ll see you, probably in a week, when he actually lets me up. We’ve got a twenty-pound cat here, holding me down.

R: So, again, visit us on FRhurt.com

F: And, we’ll see you next time.

 

FraeLea Conversations Episode 4 – Unboxing Bookmarks

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Following the launch of our first novel, Fog Over Mandaree, we printed up bookmarks to promote our free book. Ten THOUSAND bookmarks, to be specific!

Go big or go home, right?

If you would be willing to help spread the word, please let us know and we’ll be glad to mail you some, while supplies last (we only have 10,000 of these things, after all!)

Transcript for FraeLea Conversations Episode 4 – Unboxing Bookmarks

RaeLea: Hi, welcome to FraeLea Conversations. Today’s conversation is Bookmarks!

Frank: Specifically, unboxing bookmarks. We had our book released, our book launched, last week. And, our book cover was really well received. I think it was doing its job of actually getting people to look at the book and open it up.

R: The illustrator did a fantastic job.

F: And, we are going to have a future episode where we talk about the book cover in a little bit more detail and the design process. So, that will be coming up. But today, we’re going to be talking about bookmarks.

R: Bookmarks.

F: So, we got bookmarks. We’ve got ten thousand of them that we printed up.

R: That’s the most they would allow.

F: Yeah! Ten thousand. So, we got a good bulk price as a result. But, these bookmarks, and I’ll have a closeup here that you can look at, too. It has the cover of it (the book) on one side, our version of the cover, because, we had to kind of resize and adjust for width and all that. And, on the backside, we’ve got the description. The little book blurb, as we call it. And, a QR code, so you can scan it in on your phone. And, the web address, so people can get the book from there. So, we’re giving away our first book, our first novel, for free. Which, we’ve already talked about with our last video. If you’ve watched that.

R: Right.

F: So, this is just kind of our way of getting the word out. So, for any of our fans out there, if you would like bookmarks to help spread the word, we would love you and would appreciate that. Just email us your mailing address and we’ll send you a couple hundred or so, if you are willing.

R: Or, a whole box, three hundred.

F: Yes, three hundred in a box. And, like I said, we have ten thousand of these to give out. Our goal is to get enough subscribers so that when we start launching our series we’re working on, that will have enough people to build some inertia for the initial sales and reviews of the books. Because, that is so important on Amazon and for book selling.

R: And, they are reusable, so when you have downloaded your book, please pass it along to a friend.

F: Unless you actually want to use the bookmark on a physical book. If so, have fun with it. So that is our announcement for unboxing the bookmarks. If you’d like one, drop us a line, and thanks again for watching. You can reach us at FRhurt.com. Thanks for reading our books.

R: Thank you.