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The Great Dragon Debate: Simon Versus Pereda

9/9/2018

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It was bound to happen eventually. We're just surprised it didn't happen sooner.

In case you haven't been following along, the two head honchos here at Darkwater Syndicate are fantasy authors. Dragons feature prominently in their works, and the dragons in their stories couldn't be any more different. Over the years, this difference of opinion has led to heated discussions, near-fistfights, and the errant thrown shoe.

Today, the two seek to resolve their differences in a debate over whose depiction of dragons is the most accurate. But before we get into that discussion, let's introduce the debaters.
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Contestant #1: Antonio Simon, Jr.
  • Head of Business Development for Darkwater Syndicate
  • Author of The Gullwing Odyssey, a fantasy/comedy adventure
  • Favorite authors: Ray Bradbury, Douglas Adams, Harlan Ellison
  • Viewpoint: Dragons are small, intelligent, social creatures
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​Contestant #2: Ramiro Perez de Pereda
  • Head Acquisitions Editor for Darkwater Syndicate
  • Author of The Many Deaths of Cyan Wraithwate, dark fantasy
  • Favorite authors: Robert E. Howard, Ursula Le Guin, Anne McCaffrey
  • Viewpoint: Dragons are huge, monstrous beasts that exist to be fought
[MODERATOR]: Mr. Simon will begin the discussion. If you would...

[ASJ]: Gladly. If you're going to talk about dragons as a viable race, you need to take a page from science and see what works and what doesn't, from an evolutionary standpoint. Dragons can't be big, lumbering, cold-blooded brutes for the same reason dinosaurs aren't alive today. Why? Much as that fiery death-comet helped speed things along, any creature designed along the same lines as dinosaurs would be inefficient, and nature has a way of making inefficient creatures go extinct.

That's why I put forth that dragons: (1) are warm-blooded, (2) small, (3) intelligent, and (4) social.

Warm-blooded animals can live in almost any environment. What's more, their level of activity isn't dependent on their body temperature. An iguana caught in a freak cold snap will likely become so sluggish as to fall out of its tree, where it will lie helpless, unable to move until the temperature rises.
​Moving on to the next point, smaller creatures have a better chance at flight than larger ones. There's a principle known as the square-cube law. I won't get into the mathematical details, but basically, the bigger a creature gets, the larger the surface area of its wings needs to be. Minimum required wing size increases far faster than body size. So, for a given modest body size, you'd need wings on the order of a B-52 bomber to get off the ground. The weight of the muscles required to power those wings alone would exceed any potential lift the wings could produce. Now take birds as an example: they're small, lightweight, and warm-blooded—all good traits for a species that can fly.

The last two traits, intelligence and social living, go hand in hand. Social behavior is something that the most intelligent species engage in because the odds of survival increase when individuals work together. Naturally, to engage in social behavior, you need some baseline of intelligence. 

​​The dragons in my fantasy books have built a country of their own that is jockeying for advantage on the world stage. The series is set in the age of sail—massive trade fleets exploit foreign markets, dodging pirates to bring home a wealth of cargo. 
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​The dragons' culture is unique in a world largely inhabited by humans, but it's also fragile because of all the new ideas they're being exposed to from foreign sources. Dria, a dragon princess and the female lead, understands that sticking to tradition will only stagnate her people; but leading her people into the modern day will introduce new ways of thinking that risks forever destroying their heritage.
[MODERATOR]: Mr. Perez, you have the floor.

[RPP]: Thank you. Maybe it's because I'm old, but I'm a traditionalist. For me, dragons are: (1) big, (2) ferocious, and (3) exist to make a point. That last one topic may sound a bit esoteric, but I'll explain fully when I get there.

Why big? Why not? What you have to keep in mind, at all times, is that you are writing fantasy. Fantasy is not constrained (or often concerned with) such real world concepts as true-to-life physics. Maybe, if you were writing hard science fiction a la Asimov, you would be obliged to "show your work," as my grade-school math teachers used to say in our long division lessons. Otherwise, the genre allows you to magically do away with such things, so far as you can push the reader's suspension of disbelief. Thus, if you want big dragons, you can have them, because you're writing the story.

Why ferocious? For the same reason the dragon exists in your story in the first place. Let's look at the technical aspects of writing a story. You need to ensure that every character serves a purpose. If you're writing a story where a knight must save a princess from her nasty dragon captor, the audience expects that at some point there's going to be a big, bloody fight between these two characters. How better to ramp up the drama and show off your hero's prowess than by having him vanquish a mighty opponent? Here, the dragon character serves a discrete purpose—to make the hero look good. That's its purpose, the point you're trying to get across. The dragon is there because it reminds you to cheer for the good guy. Why else do you think St. George and the Dragon has been painted so many times across the Renaissance by so many different artists?
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​The dragons in my book are akin to traditional depictions of dragons. Which is to say, they're big, brutishly powerful monsters that walk on all fours. They weigh tons—get outta here with that square-cube law crap!—and they're forces of nature in their own right. Whenever a hurricane or an earthquake threaten, do you run outside and fight these calamities? Of course not. You run and hide, and wait until it's over.

There are four dragons in my book—really, five, but that last one's a secret and I don't want to spoil things for you. Each of them is an intelligent creature, able to speak to the main character, but also with its own agenda, and their desires don't always align.

Now, before you call foul and say I can't have a beastly powerful dragon that's also intelligent and can speak, let me direct you back to my main point, which is: I write fiction, I can do what I want. What's more, their cunning makes them all the more dangerous, notwithstanding that they're already super-apex predators.
​Each of the dragons encountered serves a purpose in the overall story. Cyan, the main character, is an impulsive jerk who'd sooner lop off heads with his battle-ax than shake your hand. He's on a quest, only, he doesn't actually know that what he seeks is something far greater than what he's set his sights on. Without spoiling the biggest twist in the book, through battling the dragons, Cyan comes to grips with the most negative parts of his life, and—however inadvertently​—learns why he's been wrong for so long.
[MODERATOR]: Thank you, Mr. Perez. And now, to Mr. Simon for the rebuttal...

[???]: Stop! Stop right his minute!

[MODERATOR]: Ladies and gentlemen, please stand by as there's been an unforeseen interruption to today's discussion. Someone's approaching the microphone table... And who might you be?
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[AM]: My name is Apara Moreiya, and I'm an associate editor at Darkwater Syndicate. I couldn't help but overhear all this talk about dragons. Frankly, I'm surprised I wasn't invited to this discussion.

[MODERATOR]: What makes you think you're qualified to discuss the topic of dragons?

[AM]: I am one.

[MODERATOR]: Oh. Well, I suppose you're right. Whose story are you in?
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[AM]: Pardon?
[MODERATOR]: This is a discussion of dragons in fiction. Simon describes dragons as being small and social, while Perez describes them as big and scary. Whose book are you in?

[AM]: I don't think you thought that through completely before speaking.

[MODERATOR]: So... then how are you here?

[AM]: I walked. My office is two doors down the hall. Look, I'd really appreciate it if you could keep it down in here—I've got a stack of submissions I need to get through by this Friday...

[​​MODERATOR]: Well, I... I mean, yes, I... I'm sorry. We'll try to be a little quieter. Oh, but before you go—would you consider yourself small, lightweight, and warm-blooded; or huge and ferocious?

[AM]: My coffee's getting cold.

[MODERATOR]: Well, that's all the time we have, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for tuning in to our discussion, and good bye for now. Please keep the discussion going and let us know what you think in the comments!
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Blogger Mark Meier Interviews Antonio Simon, Jr.

8/20/2018

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My friend and fellow author Mark Meier was kind enough to host me on his blog, Meier-Writers.com. In it, I discuss my first novel, and what I had to overcome to get it published.

Go see the full interview, here:
Go There Now!
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SW Florida Writers Showcase 2017 Was A Blast!

10/15/2017

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​We had an awesome time at the SW Florida Writers Showcase yesterday! Authors Christopher Cobb, Michael Warriner, and Antonio Simon Jr. were in top form, greeting fans and having fun! There we met friends old and new, such as fellow author Charles Cornell and a mystery jester lady who was kind enough to pose for photos! Thanks to everyone who came out to see us, and a big thank-you to the organizers of this fantastic event!
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Antonio Simon, Jr.
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Christopher Cobb
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Michael Warriner
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Michael Warriner with a mysterious jester lady
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The mysterious jester lady strikes again!
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Antonio Simon, Jr. with fellow author Charles A. Cornell
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Cosplayers from the event
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Steampunk cosplayers
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Join Me AT: SW Florida Writers Showcase 2017

10/13/2017

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Tomorrow I'll be at the first annual SWFL Steampunk & Fantasy Expo! My friends and fellow authors Christopher Cobb and Michael Warriner will be at the expo with their latest books for autographs, photos, and to chat with fans!

"Alternate Realities" Writers Showcase: Ft. Myers
When: Sat. October 14, 2017, 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.
Where: Crowne Plaza Hotel (Belltower Shops)
Address: 13051 Bell Tower Drive, Fort Myers, FL 33907
Admission: $5 for guests 12 and up!
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New Interview: The Island Reporter

10/11/2017

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I'm excited to announce that I've been interviewed for a story going into The Island Reporter, a Florida monthly print periodical with a circulation of 30,000 that serves St. Petersburg and all of south Pinellas County. Don't miss it—I'll be discussing the Gullwing sequel along with my inspiration for The Gullwing Odyssey, along with some other interesting things you may not have known about me.
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Pick A Good Title, Damnit!

9/22/2017

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Trite as it sounds, books really are judged by their covers, but a fancy image is not the end-all, be-all. I know I'm oversimplifying this, but a good title goes a long way toward the success of a writing project, regardless of whether you're writing a book or a news article.

Here's an example of a bad title I read in a finance journal: "Stock Markets Increase Modestly As Anticipated." Talk about insipid journalism. Couldn't they have come up with something more exciting? Their headline boils down to: "We Made A Little Bit Of Money This Year, As We Thought We Would."

Here's another I saw in a newspaper: "Panda In Zoo Does Not Give Birth For Third Straight Day." Whoever wrote that one should be fired. The author of that article is reporting a non-issue (something that didn't happen, and because of its not happening, is irrelevant or unimportant). It's like standing in the desert and saying, "Nope, no rain today either." Well of course there won't be any rain, silly, it's the desert. Business as usual is not newsworthy.

Worse still, we don't even know if the panda is pregnant, so should we even be holding our breath?

That said, under no circumstances should you do the opposite: draft a brilliant title for a piece of writing that goes nowhere. Titles like these stink of click-bait, like: "See How Candidate Smith Can Still Win The Presidency With This Weird Trick!" The exclamation point in the title alone is a mortal sin that will land the author squarely in the third circle of literary hell (the hell of impossible deadlines and persnickety editors). But the greater sin here is writing a title that promises big while the article delivers nothing. It's the literary equivalent of promising a steak dinner and handing over a rice cake — insipid, calorie-free writing that makes you feel emptier after having consumed it.
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Stephen King And The Song Licensing Trap

9/8/2017

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Don't follow Stephen King's example.

Sure, he's a fine writer whose stories have terrified generations of fans. And sure, he's served as the inspiration for countless writers after him. But if he's done writers a disservice, it would be that he's spoiled authors into thinking they can use any song lyrics in their writing projects, so long they cite the songwriter.

Think back to your time in school when you used to write term papers. Your teacher might have insisted on a minimum number of research citations to back up your point of view, all of them cited in perfect MLA style with a "works cited" page at the end. Now crack open just about any of Mr. King's books, and chances are you'll find song lyrics. Inserting lyrics into his works appears to be something he loves doing, and for good reason, because lyrics can really help a story along when used properly.

Putting two and two together, you might reason that you can use anybody's lyrics so long as you provide attribution, especially since, well, if Mr. King can do it, why can't you? Nope, sorry. The reason why you can't do that is: copyright infringement. Need another reason? Try this one on for size: expensive lawsuits with you as the defendant.

Now, I'm not insinuating Mr. King has done anything untoward. Not at all — in fact, I'd wager he properly secured the legal rights to use the lyrics that appear in his books. In legalese, getting permission to do something is called "licensing." Thus, for those song lyrics to appear in Mr. King's books, he would have had to have licensed them first.

"But wait!" I hear you shouting from across the interwebs. "I only used five words from that song. That's so miniscule that I should be safe." No, sorry. There isn't any such "safety net" threshold.

"But what about fair use?" you protest. Without getting too far along this tangent, the concept of fair use is a defense to infringement. Which is to say, you'll still get sued, except now you might have some chance at defeating the lawsuit. Merely shouting "Fair use!" in court won't work. You'll have to convince the judge your use of the lyrics is "fair" by meeting certain narrow legal criteria. Weighing your options, it's far better to avoid getting sued in the first place.

Of course, you could always license the song lyrics you want, but this takes time, money, and effort. You may not want to put your writing in hold while negotiating the rights to reprint those lyrics. Also, the rights-holders can refuse to license you that song for any reason, and they'd be within their rights to do so.

There are alternatives to using copyrighted song lyrics in your writing. The first is simply: don't use them. Rarely will a particular song be so crucial to your story that it will fall apart unless those lyrics are used. Another alternative is to reference the song or artist without using any lyrics, for instance: "He strode up to the dockside bar as Jimmy Buffet blasted through the worn-out speakers." No lyrics there, and using the artist or band names will not normally draw the ire of music publishers. A third alternative is to simply make up a new song that suits your purposes. As an original creation, no one will hold the rights to it but you.

All things considered, this primer is by no means an comprehensive guide to music licensing, and it might not even apply to the copyright scheme in the country where you live. Also, all kidding aside, Mr. King is a great writer and a pretty decent human being, so I'm told.

Now get back to writing. May the words come easy and your coffee pot never be empty.
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Why Do We Need Writers?

8/25/2017

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It's five minutes after the end of the apocalypse. The zombies (or atom bombs, or monster storms, take your pick) have done all the damage they'll ever do. Now it's up to society to rebuild. Among the things that need to be revived is cultural identity, the sense that each individual belongs to a larger group with shared values, history, or experiences. But without books, TV, radio, Internet or all the stuff we take for granted, that's a tall order. How to do it? With storytellers.

People have been telling stories around campfires since before the time campfires existed. Before the development of writing systems, oral tradition was the only means of carrying a group's culture forward. Whenever somebody felt a story was sufficiently important that it ought to be retold to a new generation, someone memorized the tale to share it with posterity. But therein lay a major problem: generally speaking, humans have short, unreliable memories. What's more, the contents of a person's head are lost upon his death.

Writing revolutionized this, because with it a story could be reproduced in a medium and conveyed accurately no matter how many times it was accessed. The change in media occasioned a change in storytellers from people who would recite the story aloud to those who wrote them down for others to read.

Okay, this absurdly elaborate mental framework aside, we need writers because the words they put to paper make up the soul of their society. The bestselling novels, the obscure haikus, the starchy financial reports, the trashy romance paperbacks — these are the stories society is putting into their heads, which in turn shape their mindsets, moods, and futures. Your contribution, no matter how big or small, makes an impact on the soul of society.

Think about that the next time you feel discouraged when writing. You've got a story to tell, and the only one who can tell it is you. You owe it to yourself and everyone else to get it done.
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Guest Author: Christopher Cobb's "The Slant Six"

8/19/2017

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If you like sci-fi, you're in for a treat. Today I'm hosting my friend and fellow Florida author Christopher F. Cobb. Hailing from Jupiter (the city in Florida, not the planet), Mr. Cobb is Darkwater Syndicate's premier science fiction author. He signed a two-book deal in late 2016 to produce The Slant Six, about space hot rods on a deadly mission, and A Moon Called Sun, a tale of interstellar war and time-travel.
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The Slant Six
The Slant Six, By Christopher F. Cobb
Published: March 31, 2017
Genre: Sci-Fi / Space Opera

​The year is 2252 and Loman Phin is in trouble. A washed-up channelship racer turned freelancer, he hits pay dirt with his latest mission: a fortune is on the line if he can transport forty-three kilograms of human skin to a remote villa on Pluto's moon, Nix. Little does he know his very life is at stake when he gets caught up in an ancient feud, chased by a space vampire, and forced into a death-race by the king of Ceres. Meanwhile, danger is always hot on his heels in the form of a massive space freighter out for Loman's blood. With just his wits, his friends, and his beat-up cruiser, the Slant Six, Loman sets out on the most dangerous adventure of his life.
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Loman squeezed the control stick, his knuckles turning white. The Slant Six blasted from the tunnel directly into traffic, crisscrossing the expanse of Island Earth Grand Central Station. The little channelship was a mere speck of dust inside a giant tumbling drum of organized chaos.

“Twelve o’clock!” Portia pointed to a great lumbering whale of a black Bentley that sailed across their trajectory, blithely unaware that both ships were on the verge of becoming unrecognizable husks of burning scrap.

Loman jerked the stick to the left and pushed it downward. With an abrupt drop they angled sharply underneath the leviathan. As she lifted off the seat, Portia felt her stomach clench into a knot. She clapped her hands to her mouth to keep from vomiting and kept them there until the feeling passed.

The Slant Six shuddered as its roof scraped the Bentley’s hull; the shrill noise curled her toes. No sooner had they cleared the Bentley than another vessel, with the image of a blazing comet stenciled on its side, cut into their flight path.

“Comet!” Loman snapped the stick back and to the right. They shot upward with a starboard roll, just missing the Comet as it barreled past.

Loman leveled them out in time to avoid a row of cruising channelships awaiting their turn to launch. The Slant Six weaved in and out of the slow moving ships so quickly that the line appeared to be standing still. Loman continued to navigate the quickly eroding pattern of traffic inside the station.

The mouth of the main tunnel came into view, with open space beyond it.

“There she blows!” he said. “Our egress to free space.”

Portia gave a weak nod. Whatever flaws the man had as a human being, she was thankful he more than made up for these with his piloting skills.

Island Earth Grand Central was utter bedlam as the other pilots reacted to the rogue channelship. Several ships spun in directionless circles while others bumped each other like a flock of feeble-minded geese in flight. Sirens from the station patrol blared, but it was already far too late for anyone to catch the Slant Six sprinting toward the exit.

The colossal dexelized head of the Abacus materialized to block their departure from the interchange. You’d think her gently drooping face would look a hundred times sweeter on such a titanic scale, but nothing could be further from the truth. At fifty meters across, those normally soft wrinkles became deep, dark chasms; her rubicund cheeks expanded into twin reproductions of the planet Mars—acrid and inhospitable.

“Now hold on there, sugah,” the trembling speech of the Abacus boomed throughout the station, filling it full of saccharine and horse sense. “If you don’t change direction, you may end up where you’re heading. Slow down and land at the nearest pulpit. What do you say, sweetie?”

“How does she know it’s me?” Portia asked aloud without having meant to. She leveled an angry glare at Loman. “You idiot, why didn’t you cloud our i-dents?”

“Don’t sweat it, Little Miss Moonbeam,” Loman chuckled. “It’s a canned warning. She doesn’t know us from Adam.”

Loman rocketed the Slant Six up the left nostril of the monstrous Abacus. He’d gotten them safely into the tunnel, and so all they had to do now was survive these last couple kilometers of intermittent darkness as they blasted down the flashing passageway.

Punishing vibrations shook the Slant Six, rattling her from stem to stern. Sitting on her hands, Portia gripped the bench seat even tighter. The shaking grew worse by the millisecond, threatening to tear them apart.

“Damn,” Loman growled through the noise. “Not again.”

“What is it?”

“Ah, the vibration damper ring tends to slip when using emergency propulsion for too long… it happens.”

“It happens?” Portia was aghast. “That’s all you can say? It happens?”

“Don’t worry, she can take it.”

A sizeable chunk of outer skin plating tore off the nose of the channelship. The twisted section of hull slammed into the forward transom and proceeded to bounce along the length of the Slant Six, banging and clanging as it went flying off into the blackness. Portia and Loman looked at each other, she with worry and he with what had to be feigned confidence.

“Not an essential piece, not really.” He smiled weakly. “Nothing I can’t handle.” Loman begin furiously adjusting his rheostats. “All it takes is some extra pressure to compensate for the weakened hull segment and bingo! We’re good to go.”

The Slant Six was still shuddering as she shot out of the open crater beyond the domes of Island Earth. Portia felt the g’s push against her chest as they broke from the weak gravity of the moon. At last, they catapulted into the cosmos, free from the constraints of artificial atmosphere and away from confined spaces.

Loman wasn’t smiling as he made a few more corrections on a console glowing cool blue from the hot ice beneath its surface.

The vibrations instantly stopped and the roar of the ship’s emergency thrusters was silenced. All went quiet as sanity finally returned to their encapsulated world. The absence of sound was pure manna for Portia’s ears.

“We’re using her magneto-static drive now,” said Phin as he let go of the control stick. It retracted back into the floor panel.

The Slant Six settled in and drifted silently into the expanse of stars.

“That’s better.” Portia smoothed down her hair and flattened out the wrinkles on her disheveled gown. “You will intersect with the channel and head to the Kuiper Pass near Triton. You’ll get more instruction once we’re there.”

“Whatever you say… whoever you are,” he muttered.
About The Author
Born and raised in West Palm Beach, Florida, Christopher Cobb ventured off to the wilds of New York City for several years to experience the world of acting. Finding it a cruel and inhospitable world, he hid high in the Appalachian Mountains of North Georgia for a time. Having grown weary of snow and perilous black ice, his life path took him back home to south Florida where he earned college degrees at Florida Atlantic University. He now lives in Jupiter—the city, not the planet—with his true love and talented artist, Alicia, their two weird cats, Simon and Weezy, and his amazingly wonderful daughter, Emma. He is a member of the Bloody Pens Writers Group, as well as the Florida Writer’s Association and intends on writing more exciting books for publication. All this makes Christopher a very happy man indeed. Visit him at www.chrisfcobb.com.


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www.chrisfcobb.com

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Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N2ZJ2HZ

Barnes and Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-slant-six-christopher-cobb/1125425132?type=eBook

Kobo:
https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/the-slant-six
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Guest Author: R. Perez de Pereda's "Shadows & Teeth 3"

8/18/2017

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Welcome back to my guest author segment. Today,I have the privilege of introducing you to my friend and collaborator, Ramiro Perez de Pereda.  He is the Head Acquisitions Editor for Darkwater Syndicate. In addition, he serves as the editor of the award-winning Shadows And Teeth horror series.
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Shadows & Teeth 3
Shadows & Teeth 3, edited by R. Perez de Pereda
​Published: June 15, 2017
Genre: Horror

​Out of the shadows and meaner than ever, volume three of this award-winning horror series packs international star power. Featuring ten brand-new stories by the legendary Guy N. Smith, the prolific Adam Millard, master of horror Nicholas Paschall, and other established names in the genre, this collection is certain to keep you up at night. Take care as you reach into these dark places, for the things here bite, and you may withdraw a hand short of a few fingers. The series has earned seven major awards and accolades and brings together the very best in international horror.
About The Editor, Ramiro Perez de Pereda
Born in Cuba in 1941, Ramiro Perez de Pereda has seen it all. Growing up in a time when then-democratic Cuba was experiencing unprecedented foreign investment, he was exposed to the U.S. pop culture items of the day. Among them: pulp fiction magazines, which young Ramiro avidly read and collected. Far and away, his favorites were the Conan the Barbarian stories by Robert E. Howard. Ramiro, now retired from the corporate life, is a grandfather of five. He devotes himself to his family, his writing, and the occasional pen-and-ink sketch. He writes poetry and short fiction under the name R. Perez de Pereda. He serves Darkwater Syndicate as its Head Acquisitions Editor—he heads the department, he does not collect heads, which is a point he has grown quite fond of making. Indeed, it’s one reason he likes his job so much.
 
Contact Information
Website:
www.DarkwaterSyndicate.com

Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/ShadowsAndTeethOfficial

Twitter:
https://twitter.com/DrkWtrSyndicate

Blog:
http://www.darkwatersyndicate.com/news.html
 
Purchase Links
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072LZ8Z4P

Barnes and Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadows-and-teeth-guy-n-smith/1126499809?ean=9781946378095

Kobo:
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/shadows-and-teeth-volume-3
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