Tuesday, 26 January 2016

UNIT 731 out now


Out now, direct from DarkFuse, or Amazon ($2.99/£2.10)

I'm not going to put a sample here (there's one in the sample's section) but I am going to post an excerpt from the afterword. This, UNIT 731, a story that features UNIT 731, but mostly, it's a story about family, and overall, it's a story about men. This, then, is the afterword.

Afterword
This story is inspired by many things. My time in Japan, where I lived for five years. The time between the 24th of May and the 2nd of June when I wrote this was, by and large, the first time I made any use of Japanese since leaving over fifteen years ago. But it's not the main inspiration.
            731 isn't, you might notice, a story about Japan. It's not about murder, or war crimes, or, in a strange way, hate, even.
            It's a story about men, and about family.
            The largest inspiration, I think, was my grandfather. Alfred William Keningale. People called him Bill.
            He was a soldier before the start of the war. He didn't fight in the Pacific war, but in Europe, Africa, and the Middle-East.
            Granddad wasn't a big man, but he'd seen more than most. In the story, Reggie talks about his brother Harry coming back changed, after World War II. This happened. When granddad came home, no one, not even family, recognised him.
            In his seventies, not long before he died, a man threatened his care-giver. Granddad told the man to fuck off, that he was a 'trained killer'.
            He was past seventy, and he was a trained killer, alright...but that's not the point. He was a man. Not a saint, or a superhero. Just an ordinary man trying to do right.
            This story is about what that means. 731 is a story about men talking and fighting, drinking and swearing and talking tough and dying and loving each other, as family and friends and sometimes, enemies.
            But mostly it's about old guys who leave the world a little poorer when they go, and a little richer for having been here at all.

Craig Saunders
The Shed
2014

Anyway, that's the afterword. That's what the story is about. I hope you enjoy it.

Love you,

Craig.

Thursday, 21 January 2016

Pig by Craig Saunders and Edward Lorn

As is traditional, a short, sweet epitaph for Pig.

I wrote The End on Pig early this morning. Edward started the story sometime in 2015 (we didn't keep exact dates, or sign a pre-nuptial agreement). Relationships are strange, these days. It's not like olden days, where I met my fellow writer in a pub and formed a long lasting partnership over pints of bitter and pipe smoke in a back room sprinkled in sawdust and haunted by gap-toothed old guys with their own mug. Edward and I speak on FB, or over email. He lives in the US, while I live in the UK. But we work well together and our styles are similar (and I like him a hell of a lot more than most people I've met in smoky bars).

I read Dastardly Bastards by Edward, and Fog Warning - enough to know he's up my street - snappy, straightforward writing that paints a larger picture with broad brush strokes. Er...as it were...

Collaborating, I won't fib, has been a hard road. It's learning an entirely new way of writing, and we've been winging it all the way. There's a lot of waiting involved, and I'm heroically impatient, but we're tweaking it and we'll do it again, without a doubt. But, while the process - the nuts and bolts of a collaboration - is hard to get just right, having someone else to bounce ideas off, to freshen up the way I look at things - that's been brilliant.

Pig's kind of a pulp-action-survival-horror thing. Early on, we planned it that way - small town horror, no let-up, blast through to the end without a single pause for breath. I think it worked out just fine.

We'll tidy it up, get a final draft after we've both had a rest and worked on our own stuff for a while. Then? We'll send it off and see what happens next.

R.I.P.
Pig, born sometimes in 2015, died and moved to pastures new 21st January 2016.



Two heads for the writers,
One hat to rule them all.

Friday, 15 January 2016

January Cheap or Free Promotions (2016)

Short blog today.

Spiggot is 99p in the UK today through 'til Sunday. In the US it will be 99c Jan 29th through 'til the 31st (Friday to Sunday).

Spiggot, Too is 99p in the UK today (Friday 15th) until Sunday, same as Spiggot. In the US it will be 99c from Jan 22nd to the 25th.

And, as always, Rythe Awakes is free every Saturday for the next five Saturdays. (I'd make it free for every Saturday if I could, but I only get five free days in a three-month enrollment period, so, you know...soz).

Love you!

Oh, small aside - I ordered proof copies of the print versions of 'The Dead Boy', 'RAIN', 'The Love of the Dead', and 'A Stranger's Grave' this week. I'll probably blog when these go live, should anyone be looking for print versions.

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

The Dead Boy, out now.

A while back I wrote about being a hybrid author. I think. I can barely remember to toilet myself, so I might not have written anything along those lines at all. But, *cough*, never mind that.

The Dead Boy, my first 'selfy' horror release, was released in e-Book format on 1st January. I like the story a lot, and so I've been working on getting it on my actual, physical shelf. Here's the wrap-around:


There's a slight difference between this and the e-Book cover, because things that will work with e-Book image dimensions just won't work on a paperback. And, a physical paperback is around eight inches high, five wide. An ebook cover, on Amazon, is not. Things you learn, making your own covers...

I've been learning a fair bit. Later this year, I'll reissue lots of novels in paperback, but this is going to be the first print edition of 'The Dead Boy'.

There's a sample up above in the 'Samples' section if you fancy a taster.

As always, love you ;)