Excerpt Reveal: The Order of the Dark Rose

Good morning everyone! I hope you had a nice long weekend. I delayed my Monday post until today because of the holiday. Here’s another fun reveal day about my upcoming novel, The Order of the Dark Rose. This is still under revision but I felt it time to share it now. Artwork for the novel is still pending but it should arrive soon. So it’s a good day to share an excerpt.

Just a quick note: the book is organized a little differently so the title, The Disgraced Sniffer, is a case so the book is divided into parts. The sub-title is more like a chapter. I’ll get deeper into the book organization in another post but this should suffice for the moment. Here’s the except:

The Cursed Mage Case Files, Book 1

The Order of the Dark Rose

By P. H. Solomon

The Disgraced Sniffer

Proposition from a Stranger

Speaking with a wall never entered my mind when I rolled out of my cot that morning. Fate twisted around oddities as I strolled along the street, its name forgotten to me now. Oddities. I once knew such things like I knew magic. Everyone did. We used it in our technology. Commonplace wonders excited everyone, but few know it. Five years after talking to the strangest oddity, I know that I don’t know magic.

My desperation gripped me at the time, the door of another writing house job having been shut in my face – quite literally. I leaned against a wall and tipped my hat over my face.

“Excuse me, but could you step aside?”

The voice spoke from the wall. I jumped aside and gaped as I face the brick wall of a building like any other in Cal Rindon.

“Hey, just lean back a step either way. Don’t look so surprised, act natural. I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.” The wall spoke to me in a most casual way, the tone intelligent and alert.

“I must’ve drunk too much of something fermented incorrectly.” With a rub of my neck, I shoved my hands in my pants pockets and took a stride.

A hand grabbed my shoulder. “Hold on. You can stay. You were just leaning on me and blocked my view.”

A glance at my shoulder and I tensed to spring. The wall grew a brick-colored hand that grasped me tightly. My heart surged.

“Don’t make a scene. Calm down. Just step aside.” The arm, also brick-like and attached to the hand, pulled me aside.

I stumbled aside with a sudden numbness in my thoughts. A wall talked to me and then grabbed me. What had I imbibed the night before that? My off behavior certainly lost me that job. “Who? What are you?”

“A man like you. Haven’t you seen magic? You know, illusion?” The hand let go me and smoothed the wrinkles from my coat. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just need a clear view.”

“Uh, of what?”

The hand withdrew into the wall. Magic? It ran the trams and lit rooms these days. But illusion? Someone part of a wall? “That private post over there, across the street. Someone might come today that I want know more about.”

“Who are you?”

The wall sighed. “Hold on. Follow me over to that basement stairwell.”

A glance in either direction revealed the sight of the suggested destination. I hesitated.

The sound of footsteps touched my ear, heading for the stairs, then paused. “Well, aren’t you coming?” Shoe-soles clomping on the pavement resumed.

I followed, dragging my on worn shoes along the sidewalk and followed the walking wall. Curiosity gripped my imagination at the thought of taking a walk with a wall, gaining a new friend. Surely, something affected my mind that morning.

Shoes scuffed on the steps and stopped at the bottom of the stairwell. Or so I thought in my addled state of mind. A leg distended from the wall, followed by the rest of a body. I beheld a vagrant slouched in the basement stairwell of a nameless building beneath the slate gray sky in the crisp chill of late Fall that pierced my overcoat and clothing with a sudden gust of wind.

With a frown, I turned away as my face heated with embarrassment and leaned my back against the wall. I sighed as I glanced over the want-ads for writers, my singular talent being words. But both women and the writing houses wanted little to do with a pitiful fellow such as I. Best I look for a job. The paper rattled in my hands as the wind whispered along the street and stirred the actual mists rising from the sewers, mists that half and secure the streets at times. The vagrant played some trick on me, threw his voice or knew some minor beguiling spell. But I knew nothing of magic in that degree. Not that day.

“You looking for a job?” The voice of the beggar in the stairwell sounded clear in the crisp air. Not drunk and that was a wonder. Same voice

“Yes, if you must know. How’d you guess?” My back to the vagrant, I half turned my head to my shoulder as I addressed him. “How did you do that? And why?”

“Heard your stomach grumble from half a block away. And you leaned on me. No trick, at least, nothing aimed your way.”

“Hah! Did you now?” I pressed a hand to my stomach. That loud? My legs wobbled a bit since I’d only eaten a few meager bites of gruel at a charity line that morning. That last fruitless effort at a job left my stomach emptier still with my coin running thin. I sighed. A few more day jobs to earn scant coin appealed only for the food and a barren room in the building full of grasping laborers who drank, gambled their wages and brawled half the night. It was a wonder I was still alive. I carried all my needful possessions on my person regardless, since I often found my door ajar in the room searched for valuables. “What are you doing, then, if not trying to pick pockets from hiding in whatever illusion spell you used? You didn’t hear my stomach and you know nothing about me.”

“Your pants are crisply pressed but the cuffs are worn. Your shoes are shined with a thin coat of spit-and-ink. You carry your belongings in your pockets as if always on the move.” The vagrant stirred in the stairwell behind me.

Who was this odd street cat? He noticed everything about me in the spare moments I’d paused near his perch. “What of it, then?” I rolled my paper, slapped it in my other hand and turned to leave for my next stop. A position undoubtedly filled. Honestly, did I smell so much? I checked my clothing.

A jingle caught my attention from the stairwell. “I’ve a bit of corn for an easy job if you’ve a mind for it. Simple. Easy. Enough to fill your belly for a week or so.”

My consideration of the vagrant’s small purse consisted of a snatch-and-run, so low were my spirits to consider theft in that moment. But the thought skipped my mind as I peered at the figure hunched below me. Behind the smudges of dirt on his hands and face lay a keen face, hidden from casual inspection. Without a doubt, the downcast mien hid far more than a passing glance might discern about this man.

He jingled his purse again. “It’s a simple job and a sharp fellow such as yourself can perform it without trouble.”

I crossed my arms and assumed an air of command which one tried to take with street dwellers. My own stomach rumbled and betrayed my play for control of the situation. “Where’d you get that money? Steal it from someone?” I turned to go to my next employment possibility.

“Suit yourself. I’ll find another man for the job. Hope you eat tonight.” The muffled jingle of coin ceased behind me.

I drew to a sudden halt and wheeled toward him. Best hear him out. The stop for the job would wait. Likely filled anyway. “What you want done and how much?”

“I’m man with long sideburns and wearing a black overcoat will arrive in a few minutes at that private post – shop. You’ll wait in that alley until I give the signal, then you will stroll into the shop.” He lifted a finger. “Mind you, stroll into the shop.”

“Yes, stroll in, then what? Attempt a robbery? I hardly think that wise with a witness. I’m not up for illegalities.” I wasn’t interested in crime, regardless of my stray thought mere moments earlier at the noise of clinking coin. My eyes strayed along the street. The chance of a good meal for several days sounded better than starving on the street. I wasn’t close to that. Yet. I did need the money.

“Hardly that. You wait for the man to do his business. Make note of what he does and says. Once he’s finished, ask for a package for Mr. Blickens. The clerk will have it. I’ll meet you around the corner there.” The stranger pointed for the next corner in the direction I had originally intended. He spread his hands, palms up. “See? Simple. Three silvers for your time and trouble and the information about the man.”

“Who is this man? Why do you want to know about him?” A few people, bundled against the cold, strolled by and my odd benefactor slouched deeper into the stairwell.

After they passed, he looked me in the eye. “No questions. Not here. If you’re in, then head for that alley. He’ll be along in a few minutes.”

I crossed my arms again and tapped a foot. It could be trouble and more of that I didn’t need. “What’s in the package?”

He shrugged. “Useless trinkets.”

“I see.” Now I lifted a finger in warning. “There better not be city guards waiting around that corner or in the shop. I’ll tell them about you fast.”

Now it was the stranger’s turn to chuckle. “You can be sure I’m not with them, nor have anything to do with what interests them. They’ll not help me in this matter.”

I opened my mouth with more questions.

The vagrant forestalled me with a wave of his hand and the purse in his grasp. “I’m in disguise. That man might recognize me anyway. But I need the information. Are you in? If not, I’ll wait for another day.”

I clenched and unclenched my jaw a moment. “You have the claim ticket?”

He reached between the bars of the handrail and handed me that parcel identifier. I took the slip of paper and headed for the alley indicated and stood with my shoulder braced against the corner, out of sight of the street. The paper scrounged earlier in the morning hid my lower face without blocking the view of my accomplice. If this went wrong, I’d disappear down the alley without possibility of recognition. Without enough money for a tram ride or a maged steam-carriage, I’d have to walk fast and take other alleys but I didn’t intend to be caught in an illicit scheme. Months of living in my rat-infested building left me with plenty of tales of witnessed crimes committed by teams of tricksters.

My eyes strayed to the page headline: Sniffers Still in Turmoil after Accident. I scanned the article a moment until motion grabbed my attention. My newfound accomplice signaled from deep in his hole, his face barely visible but his hands pointed along the street, though no doubt hidden from view of his marked man.

I sighed and stepped onto the sidewalk and affected my best casual stroll past a tailor’s shop, then a cobbler before I reached the private post shop. I glanced at the ticket, then at the address as if confirming my location. With a nod to myself, I opened the door to the clang of a bell and entered into a small room with the counter. Various supplies and flowers which a man wishing to buy for a lady’s favor or to affix to his lapel lay in easy reach for waiting package claimants. I queued behind my man and waited for the others ahead of him to conclude their business. He did indeed wear a dark overcoat and his lamb-chop sideburns stood out from his ears distinctly. I observed his salt-and-pepper hair between his collar and his rounder hat.

So fixated was I on the stranger, I almost missed listening to the clerk as he waited on him. “How may I help you today?”

The clerk a balding man with reading glasses on the end of his bulbous nose, brushed loose hair along the side of his head and flicked his gaze at me as I strode to the counter and feigned interest in the flowers. Among the variety within the floral display was that of a rose so dark as to be almost black.

“You have a package for me, I believe.” The voice of my marked man sounded deep in the suddenly quiet little front room and carried what struck me as dangerous confidence. Besides his bushy sideburns, his pale, shaved face bore unremarkable features: a common nose, eyes dark but not piercing, his chin neither protruding nor recessed. Likewise, his cheeks appeared none too prominent nor his lips neither full nor thin. One would never remember him from a crowd. He tilted his head toward me slightly, as if to hide his plainness in embarrassment.

“Yes, your ticket, please.” The clerk wiggled his fingers in anticipation over his running list of ticket numbers that matched to his temporary bins in the backroom. He flashed a quick smile my way as if to instruct me to patience for his service.

I shifted my eyes to my own business as my mark slid a ticket onto the counter. Except it wasn’t a ticket and my averted gaze almost missed it entirely: a card with a darkened image printed on it.

The clerk covered the offered image so quickly I never glimpsed it. The balding man’s face paled in a sudden sheen of perspiration which gleamed on his head in the light of maged lamps. He ducked his head and his hands trembled as he turned from the counter. “I’ll just be a moment.” His throat worked as he swallowed and he ducked into the backroom.

I tapped my foot with a sigh. “Seems a tad slow. Maybe a little peaked, don’t you think?”

The other fellow tipped his hat toward me in the barest of greeting. “Oh, I think he’s more of the skittish type.”

Silence followed between us as a clock ticked on the wall. I returned my attention to the various other merchandise until the clerk returned, his hands still atremble as he carried three flowers in a narrow vase. One was a bright red tulise, the second a yellow caranelle and the third none other than the deep crimson rose.

The deep voiced fellow received the flowers without a word.

“I say, what variety of rose is that? Never seen one like it before.” I spoke as the man turned and I got a good look at the vase and flowers.

My erstwhile employer’s mystery man turned to go without answering the question except with another tug of his hat and the thinnest of smiles. “Good day.” The flash of his dark eyes and his tone meant I should leave him alone. He left and strode away in the opposite direction from which he’d arrived at a quick clip.

“May I help you?” A flush spread across the clerk’s chubby cheeks.

I pointed to the nearby black roses that numbered less than a dozen at a guess. “What were these? Out of curiosity.” I offered a smile of the clerk peered at me in silence for several moments.

The clerk’s fingers drummed on his list of numbers. He cleared his throat. “Actually, they’re maringias, not a rose. A bit rare but I’ve a few clients who have me stock them for special requests. Not for sale, just show, you see?”

“Of course.” I edged along the counter away from the flowers and offered the ticket to earn my pay. “Here for a package.”

Stubby fingers snatched the ticket and the clerk frowned as he read the numbers through the glasses perched on the end of his short nose, then he glanced at me. “Expecting a different man for this one.”

With a lift of my chin, I answered, “I’m his agent.”

“Of course, not seen you before is all.”

Most people used younger men than I for their deliveries and pickups. I certainly didn’t look the part. “Well, I’m new to the job so I’m just getting around to some of the shops.”

“Certainly. Just be a moment.” The clerk consulted his list again and left the counter to me.

My gaze traveled along the list and spied only numbers. My eyelids narrowed. No names, so who was he expecting?

A moment later, the clerk returned with a small box marked with the handling instructions. “There you go. Anything else today?” He waved a hand at the flowers. “Perhaps a flower?”

“Not today. I’m afraid I must move along on my rounds.” I tipped my hat in farewell and exited the post shop, then casually strode toward my rendezvous with my secretive employer. After a short walk to the proscribed side-street, box in hand, I turned left at the corner, then almost halted at the sight before me. A man stood reading a paper near the alley entrance instead of the vagrant who hired me. I reached the alley and peeked along its dank length as several people strode past us. Perhaps he hid in another basement stairwell. I approached the nearest set of steps and found no one there. Befuddled, I glanced along the alley in both directions.

“There you are.” I turned to the familiar voice of the vagrant but beheld the face of the newspaper reading man.

My jaw worked at the change of appearance. No longer did my secretive employer wear a dingy, threadbare coat with stained shirt and patched-kneed trousers. Nor was his face smudged with ash any longer. Instead, he wore a proper suit of gray cloth and his face bore no marks of rough living. “But how did you…?” I pointed to his face and attire.

“Changed, of course.” He held his paper behind his back. “Best not to be recognized.” He glanced at the box in my hands and he pointed to it without touching the package. “You were given this?”

I glanced at the package in my hand and offered it to him, expecting my pay. “Yes.”

“That won’t do. Please follow me if you will.” He strode along the alley.

“But, what about –?”

“Quickly. You don’t want to be caught with that box in hand. Trust me.” The gray-suited man strode to the second basement stairwell and clattered down the length of steps where he whispered and thrust the door ajar. “In here.”

The End of the Excerpt from the upcoming Cursed Mage novel, The Order of the Dark Rose

Copyright 2020 by P. H. Solomon

That’s a revised opening excerpt from the book and I hope you found it interesting. As you can tell, Wish is used to common forms of magic but really has little experience with the more esoteric forms with which he’s presented. I’ll share more information about magic, its uses, the details and the perspectives about it in later posts. There’s much more to come about the book, the series and the world setting.

I also have plans to share more about the upcoming prequel, The Changeling Incident which should be an interesting read for everyone and is almost ready for a release in October.

Thanks for stopping by to read the excerpt today. Please leave your reaction in the comments section. I’m also in the process of building some fan groups for all my books. If you’re interested, here are the links:

Goodreads: Marston’s Station

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The Order of the Dark Rose – Blurb First Peak

Happy Monday, everyone. Thanks for stopping by once again this week for a few updates. As promised, this week there is another reveal for the Order of the Dark Rose. As part of the launch of the new series, I’ve planned a prequel book release by October if all goes well.  That title is The Changeling Incident.

This upcoming book is the first in the series for The Cursed Mage Case files. The entire series is a departure from my epic fantasy. While the series is set in an alternate world, think more in terms of magic realism in a more modern setting, similar to time and technology like Brian McClellan has written in his powder mage series. Also think in term of Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher, just set in that alternate reality. Of course, there are other similar books written for these types of advanced culture settings as opposed to the more traditional fantasy books which typically depict less advanced technology, closer to the middle age. I think both types of writing are fun and appropriate for fantasy so I now make my foray into another world and tell a story.

While I want to get into more of the type of magic and technology used in the world of The Cursed Mage Case Files, I’ll do that another week and simply focus on the immediate which is the blurb. Descriptions can be challenging for many authors, but I’ve done quite a lot research about writing this kind of copy. I’m far from perfect with these, but I do try to spend time at it and come up with a solid description. There’s still some time yet before the book launches, several months in fact, so this is a book description in progress . Without any further delay, here is the current version of the book description for The Order of the Dark rose:

An arch-mage can handle almost anything. Unless he’s cursed, lost his job and facing an unknown enemy.

The Gallantean Empire relies increasingly upon magical technology which cleans sewers, runs trams and much more. Within the capital city of Cal Rindon, magic is pervasive, but not necessarily used without crime involved. The bustling metropolis boasts constant innovations mixed with growing pains. Amid the good lurks the bad with unrest and growing crime.

Arch-mage Manny Mandeheim fell under a curse, watched his finace die, and then lost his job as a spy. So what’s an arch-mage to do? Start his own magical investigation service while he works to clear his good name. With his very un-magical partner, Wish Ackford, Manny discovers the menace of a much larger conspiracy than he expected lurks behind his curse. Suddenly, the limitations from his malady leave him at a very uncomfortable disadvantage as he and Wish investigate.

Assassins lurk at every corner or in every tram car. The threat of an unknown mastermind with murky intentions dances just out of sight. A questionable source offers the hint of a secret order hounding Manny’s footsteps. A murder leads to wrenching discoveries. Nothing an average arch-mage can’t handle.

Unless the curse limits how much magic he can use and just might kill him at any moment.

Can Manny survive long enough to break his curse? Or will the arch-mage’s secret foe escape his grasp? Enter this high concept world of magic and fantasy and find out more about Manny, Wish and The Order of the Dark Rose.

So that’s the blurb and I’m certainly open to feedback and suggestions. Most everything about the book is still a work in progress as I push toward the release date.

Speaking of which, I have not communicated a specific release date has yet. Nailing down that release date is very important over the next few weeks, so I hope to announce one as soon as possible. My editor sent the manuscript back last night so I’m still working toward being more comfortable with the manuscript and its condition before I set a release date.

Next week, I’ll be back with more about the release with either a cover reveal or information about the world in which The Order of the Dark Rose set, specifically more about magic and its uses. There’s quite a lot to share including more about the prequel and it’s blurb so look for that in the coming weeks too. Thanks for stopping by today. Please leave your feedback and questions in the comments section and I’ll reply as soon as I can.

Audio News for The Bow of Hart Saga!

Hey everyone! It’s been a busy few weeks for me and time has been short. There has been some interesting news from my audio publisher, Podium. First, a little background.

Podium Audio discovered my work back at the end of 2016, something I almost missed at the time. Suffice it to say that in early 2018, I signed with Podium and they published all three of The Bow of Hart Saga books in audio by the end of that year.

The audiobooks have always been distributed through Audible only. Since the company’s inception, Podium preferred this retail platform over all others which has been their business model that’s worked well for them as they’ve grown quickly. They were even part of the SFWA virtual conference production this year. Lately, they’ve been gaining partnerships with more voice talent which is excellent news.

This past week, I received and email from my Podium representative informing me that all three books are now non-exclusive, meaning they are no longer exclusive to Audible. That’s right, you can find them most anywhere audiobooks are sold including Chirp, Apple, Kobo and Overdrive.

This development was a surprise to me but I welcome seeing the move to wide distribution of the audio format. Who knows, maybe they will got to physical copies too, but this is one change I like. I’ve wondered if I needed to go back wide with The Bow of Hart Saga and this has me seriously considering the change. I moved the series to KDP Select and access to Kindle Unlimited. The move was very helpful at the time but I’ve still wondered if it was the best move over time. I’ve also considered the move back for other reasons and this might just jolt me into a decision. I won’t be hasty, but it is worth the consideration.

For now,  I include the links for the audiobooks at the retailers I know about at this time. As I discover more, I’ll get them posted.

That was the big development for the moment. However, I’m also considering another move with the site to further develop it and also bring in more fantasy related posts between my own. It’s another move that has been on my mind for a while and one that, if I make the right moves, I think will enhance the site for readers while making it easier for me to manage engaging posts regarding the genre.

Anyway, here are the new links and I’m in process of updating the audiobook pages too so bear with me on that front.

The Bow of Destiny

Chirp  Apple   Kobo  Overdrive Barnes & Noble (Nook Audiobooks)

An Arrow Against the Wind

Chirp  Apple  Kobo  Overdrive Barnes & Noble (Nook Audiobooks)

The White Arrow

Chirp  Apple  Kobo  Overdrive (not available yet)  Barnes & Noble (Nook Audiobooks)

That’s all I have for today. Thanks for stopping by. I will announce the site changes when the time comes as well as the print release of The White Arrow. Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments and share this post wherever you wish.