is my third cover artwork for a book or novel that is available for purchase on Amazon.
My dear friends Matt “Matticus” Blashill & Micheal “Revis” Hansen have worked very hard to give you another beautiful installment to this story. For those that enjoyed The Erratic Sun, I highly recommend this sequel.
If you aren’t familiar with either, I suggest giving The Erratic Sun a spin.
& If you’re into the fantasy genre, check out The Seven Sceptres as well. (Also available right here at CardCastles by clicking on the book in the sidebar.)
This book is now published & available for purchase on Amazon for Kindle or paperback! There was a long road with a lot of other projects and ventures to juggle, but this one was yet another well worth it. I enjoyed working with some friends through this process.
You can get to my sidebar where there is a link to purchase the book via Amazon by simply clicking or tapping on this image. Or you can visitThe Matticus Kingdom & any of these lovely authors websites/blogs for more information. Be sure to check us all out on social media as well since I’m sure we’ll be posting about & sharing info about it these next few weeks.
“It’s been a while since we got to do one of these and I’m happy that I decided to bring this series back as Snapping Turtle is now moving in.
Over the years working with Snapping Turtle and having my services available there, I’ve gotten to meet, talk to, interact with some wonderful people a lot of which have artistic and creative talents of their own. What branched was an art community of beautiful sorts.”
You can find out more about both of these lovely ladies by clicking on either one of their names. What we’re highlighting today here at CardCastles is their beautiful book that was a collaborative effort of both of their artistic talents.
Find out more about What If Butterflies Loved Snow by tapping on it’s website below.
Originally a fan of this next entry, Oschino Vasquez is someone in my network I spoke to a few times through Instagram and he is extremely down to earth, immensely multi-talented, like a lot I’ve known from the Philly area.
Many don’t know Oschino outside of his work with Jay-Z and the Roc-a-Fella crew, State Property, O is also a talented artist.
His artwork is the business below we are spotlighting today.
I’ve gotten to know Monique through my network for a little under a year, I think, correct me if I’m wrong, but she has been a ray of sunshine any time I’ve spoken to her. & She is quite a beautiful human being. Go follow her on social media if you aren’t already to see what I mean. She is quite the multi-talent as well!
We have another guest today ready to share something right up your alley. Today we welcome author Bill Friday from BillFriday.com. Some of you may remember Bill from my time over at Stories. Others already know him. Some of you are new to Bill completely and those of you that might be are in for a treat.
As we enter this eve of Hallow’s Eve, that some may call “Mischief Night” or the foreboding, even older nickname, “Devil’s Night,” we will take one last nightmarish journey with our guest before our closing day, tomorrow.
This theme is dark and poetic. We hope you enjoy.
Snapping Turtle Arts
A Ghost Story
By: Bill Friday
I am a ghost.
I, in the beginning of my time here on this plane of existence, I could not understand what it was to be invisible to the world and those living in it, as I still thought myself a part of the world that I still saw before me. I moved, I thought, I felt everything as I did before my transformation. Little seemed to change from one moment to the next. I was me, and the world was the world, and neither of us looked much different as far as I could tell. But it was different. I was different. Because now, the world looked right through me.
Because I am a ghost.
I am a ghost.
I know I am a ghost because, after what I’m guessing – since there is no clock or calendar in my world – many years of living. I say “living” with some caution because, of course, ghosts aren’t alive. At least not in the way all those around me who don’t see me are alive. But they are alive, every one of them. I can tell by the hurry and worry they carry with themselves everywhere they go. Constantly in motion, even when that motion seems to take them nowhere in particular. Just circles circling other circling circles, always in a rush to go everywhere, but never seeming to go anywhere. Except that none of these concentric living circles ever seem to circle me.
Because I am a ghost.
I am a ghost.
I know I am a ghost because of something I saw in a movie once when I was still alive. Those who still move in circles can hear me. They hear the same sounds I hear when I make when I choose to make them. They hear the groan, the belch, the occasional fart – although I don’t know where the belch and the fart come from, because as I learned from the same movie, ghosts don’t belch or fart – and also from the moving of objects that are, in my ghostly existence, important to me.
I guess, because that’s what the movie taught me, that objects which were important to me in my previous life are still important to me in this life as well. It makes me question my previous life’s life-choices as to why I didn’t place more importance on a nice car, or maybe a big house, or even on better clothes, because the only things that must have been important to me in that other life seem to be a raggedy overcoat, the morning newspaper, and a shopping cart that wobbles at the wheels and scrapes at the pavement as I walk. Seriously, if I could give just one word of advice to those still living – but I can’t, because to my knowledge, none of them has ever heard a word I have said – it would be to acquire nice things for yourself in life, because one day you might be a ghost and need them.
Yeah, the things you learn the hard way.
Because you are a ghost.
I am a ghost.
I know I am a ghost because, after a lifetime of seeing no need at all for god or the church, I live behind a church, on the edge of a graveyard – how ironic on so many levels, being a ghost because… graveyard, and an atheist ghost because… church – but they let me stay as the church folk look right through me like the rest of the living do. Oh, and they allow me to eat left-overs from the shiny dumpster next to the boarded-up back door. I even sleep behind it when the wind blows extra cold some nights, and my overflowing morning newspapers can’t seem to keep the wind out of my ghost-self bones.
Like on this night.
Because that’s what ghosts do.
And I am a ghost.
You can reach Bill Friday in these places as well:
I am both pleased and honored to present to you today, the cover for an outstanding recently released book by two authors who have homes in the blogosphere.
This project has been my baby for some time, while being juggled with some other wonderful things that have already come to fruition. So when Mattapproached me with some ideas, I couldn’t help but take this on. Sci-Fi is a genre that certainly gets imagination whirling. Together these two authors wrote a beautiful story, that managed to flow so nicely, to where you couldn’t even tell when the writer had changed.
I’m still ecstatic that they asked lil’ ol’ me to do the cover art for this book.
Without further delay, I present to you, the fresh cover of The Erratic Sun.
You can find out more about these wonderful authors below: