ThatNickGuy
2013-03-07, 03:23 PM
Hey Fellow Stickers,
(Wow, that sounds kind of dirty, doesn't it?)
I've been a writer for most of my life. Literally. I started my hand at writing with crayon in the summer after Grade 2, making little stories starring Gizmo from the movie Gremlins.
I'd like to think I've gotten a little better since then. I've had half a dozen short stories published in a variety of small press magazines, but never a full-length novel.
Well, my dream has finally come true, as The City of Smoke & Mirrors, is now available (http://www.amazon.com/The-City-Smoke-Mirrors-Armadillo/dp/148261300X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361782274&sr=8-1&keywords=city+of+smoke+and+mirrors)! It's the first in a series I like to call "The Armadillo Mysteries."
I'll let its star, Dilbert Pinkerton, tell you about it:
The name's Dilbert Pinkerton, private detective. Friends call me Dill. I'm a mutant armadillo. I dig for the truth.
And the truth is I need to get out of the city, away from supernatural mobsters that want my carapace for a foot bath. So when some rich dame saunters into my Hovel Office with a job, I take it. Even if it's to retrieve a pearl necklace that's not hers. I'm desperate enough, I don't even care the job sends me to Nevermore Bay.
Yeah, Nevermore Bay: the city where some wacko in a mask hurdles across rooftops; calls himself The Buzzard. Criminals are scared pantsless of him. ‘Course, most people think he’s a myth created by the police department.
If you ask me, that’s a far more exciting mystery than some oyster’s cough drops. Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone during this vacation. If, that is, I don’t get killed by the police, Don Komodo’s crew that’s on my tail, some of The Buzzard’s rogues gallery or The Buzzard, himself.
(Wow, that sounds kind of dirty, doesn't it?)
I've been a writer for most of my life. Literally. I started my hand at writing with crayon in the summer after Grade 2, making little stories starring Gizmo from the movie Gremlins.
I'd like to think I've gotten a little better since then. I've had half a dozen short stories published in a variety of small press magazines, but never a full-length novel.
Well, my dream has finally come true, as The City of Smoke & Mirrors, is now available (http://www.amazon.com/The-City-Smoke-Mirrors-Armadillo/dp/148261300X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361782274&sr=8-1&keywords=city+of+smoke+and+mirrors)! It's the first in a series I like to call "The Armadillo Mysteries."
I'll let its star, Dilbert Pinkerton, tell you about it:
The name's Dilbert Pinkerton, private detective. Friends call me Dill. I'm a mutant armadillo. I dig for the truth.
And the truth is I need to get out of the city, away from supernatural mobsters that want my carapace for a foot bath. So when some rich dame saunters into my Hovel Office with a job, I take it. Even if it's to retrieve a pearl necklace that's not hers. I'm desperate enough, I don't even care the job sends me to Nevermore Bay.
Yeah, Nevermore Bay: the city where some wacko in a mask hurdles across rooftops; calls himself The Buzzard. Criminals are scared pantsless of him. ‘Course, most people think he’s a myth created by the police department.
If you ask me, that’s a far more exciting mystery than some oyster’s cough drops. Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone during this vacation. If, that is, I don’t get killed by the police, Don Komodo’s crew that’s on my tail, some of The Buzzard’s rogues gallery or The Buzzard, himself.