Author: P. Joseph Cherubino

I’m Giving Away an Amazon Kindle E-reader

Hi, All. To show appreciation for all my fans, I’m giving away a Kindle E-reader. Just sign up here for a chance to win. The more you share, the more chances you get to win. When you sign up, make sure to click the social media share buttons or copy the “magic link.” Anytime someone signs up using the magic link, you get another chance to win. The contest starts at Midnight 1/8/18 and runs until 1/15/18. The contest is open only to U.S. residents, but everyone who enters will get a link to download a free book from yours truly. Here is the link to sign up!...

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The Righteous Dregs First Look

I am ridiculously happy to be working in the Kutherian Gambit Universe and writing stories in the Age of Magic epoch. My entry into TKG is called The Righteous Dregs. Here is an introduction to the main character. Background Astrid is a warrior far from home, exiled from her native land by a conflict that claimed the lives of her family. After wandering through the forest for three years, she comes to a place that, for a brief moment, gives her hope for a better life. Those hopes are dashed when she discovers the land is governed by a system that exploits people and worse. Instead of finding a new home, Astrid finds her calling. With the help of some new friends, she leads the fight against injustice. Scene: Astrid finds herself on a well-maintained, unmarked road. She encounters an Assessor and his henchmen, who demand she pay a toll to pass. They insult her and threaten her with arrest if she can’t pay. Astrid draws on her training and powers as a Knight of the Well. Astrid shook her head as if trying to wake from a bad dream or shuck off a bad joke. “I saw no notice of tolls on this road,” Astrid said. “I wouldn’t have walked this road, otherwise. I saw no territory markers.” “Ignorance of the law is no excuse. All who have the privilege of...

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R9C3 Snippet

R9C3 Shippet (rough draft from Chapter 1): His friends and current quest companions were close enough for Kalmond to make out something else moving behind them. Its size was apparent, even past the frosted glass of the menu window that Kalmond dismissed with a wave of his hand. What the hell is that, Kalmond thought. At first, the dwarf guessed it was the opposite horizon. But Horizons don’t grow larger. They also don’t kick up clouds of dust and debris. He opened up a chat window with a simple thought. The thick glass panel hovered there on the prairie and Kalmond stabbed it with his thick index finger where the name Keerna appeared, then did the same for Thuglar and Thornbark to create a group chat. “What’s up?” Kalmond asked casually. “Run,” came Keerna’s breathless reply. It was about that time that the ground beneath the dwarf’s feet began to tremble. “What? Why?” Kalmond asked. It may have been the euphoric glow of success he felt from surviving his epic grind that made him oblivious. He pondered his cluelessness for a moment before he realized, probably too late, that the horizon growing larger as it bore down on him was made up of many living things. Like so many things in the Realm of the Nine Circles, they probably wanted to kill him. “Oh shit,” Kalmond said. “Yeah, that’s about...

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Realm of the Nine Circles Snippet

Thornbark’s Run (This is a snippet from a stand-alone short story telling the story of Thornbark’s experience right after the Game World War.) Thornbark galloped along the narrow forest trail at full speed. White lather sprayed from his hindquarters in thin sheets. He turned his human torso around once more and fired off an armor-piercing arrow, scoring a direct hit to the chest of the pursuing evil Orc paladin. An XP bubble rose above the kill, but he didn’t bother to read it. Instead, he turned around just in time to follow a sharp bend in the trail. Had he not turned, he’d have run slam into the trees and lost the rest of his hit points. He didn’t have many of those left. The only thing Thornbark wanted to do was quest through the new dungeon instances under the Giant’s Toe Mountains and eventually reach the new circle. He didn’t really care about the new circle as much as being left alone to quest as he’d always done. Instead, his high reputation level meant every player loyal to the vanquished Lord Mylos wanted him dead. “Next time, horse-boy,” said an incoming text from the dead Orc. The player’s name was FearTrucker, and sure enough, the bull-head icon of Mylos sat right there at the top of his name. “Piss off!” Thornbark replied, and the virtual reality immersion harness translated...

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