Sale! E-books for cheap at BVC!

I'm not sure there's any reason why, particularly; the mood just overtook us.

For the next fortnight, a number of Book View Cafe titles are on sale at reduced prices. My own Dead of Light and Light Errant are a dollar off; all you need to do is use the sale code - DOGDAYCB2012 - when the system asks for it. That brings the price down to $3.99 per book, people. It's a bargain. Two bargains.

And of course there's no need to stop with me; you don't have to be my friend to play along. If you go to the site announcement, all the coupon codes are listed for all the books on sale. You could totally indulge.

As to why it's called a D*g Days sale - as opposed, for example, for the altogether-superior-in-all-respects Cat Days - why, it must be because the prices are curtailed*.


*This joke is copyright Stephen Maturin, in the year six. But you knew that.

Villainelle

In other Chaz-related news, the anthology When The Villain Comes Home is available now at Amazon, and possibly elsewhere. E-ditions will follow soonest, but if you want to read my story "Villainelle" on paper, now is your chance. There are also stories by, y'know. Other people. Some of them are friends of mine. Praise would be invidious, as I have a dog - oh, what a dog! - in this race. But, y'know. Good stories by good people, about really really bad people: what more could you want?

[some sublimely clever quotation here, probably in Latin]

It will come as no news, I suspect, to anyone here that the Lymond Chronicles is an exercise in Peter Wimsey fanfic. The surprising thing is that it comes as news to me. People must I think have told me, but for some reason it simply didn't stick.

Actually, The Game of Kings almost didn't stick; thirty pages in, I was more irritated than amused. A deluge of languages I don't speak and quotes I didn't recognise: I wasn't quite sure what Dunnett was doing, beyond channelling a more exaggerated Peter, but she surely wasn't telling me a story.

Still, I stayed with it, and was soon enough glad that I had, as it acquired merit of its own deserving, without ever letting go of its origin. I quote:

"My dear fool, why am I fighting you and denying you and hurting you except that I am so afraid of you, and of myself; because I love you far too well for peace and gentle harmonies... It's all right. My dear, it's all right. I am here: I love you: I will not leave you. None shall take it from us now."

And Lymond's not even there, that's Mariotta to the other brother, Richard. It's still pure Sayers.

A question! In Latin!

So if per ardua ad astra means "through adversity to the stars" (and if it doesn't, please don't disillusion me), what would be the Latin for "through the Church to wealth"?