Do you like fantasy? Cuz here comes the box set!

At long last, the event you have all been waiting breathlessly for: the unveiling of the long-awaited box set of my epic fantasy series. (C’mon, at least act like you’ve been waiting breathlessly.)

Drum roll, please…

Beautiful, isn’t it?

It contains all five books of the Immortality and Chaos fantasy series (formerly known as The Devastation Wars). Bought separately they’d cost you 23 smackers, so it’s a bargain at $9.99 (ebook. No paperback version yet).

What’s it about, you ask?

When two soldiers are tricked into removing an artifact buried deep beneath the burning sands, they release something that no one, neither gods nor men, can control…

Here’s an excerpt:

A scream came from the depths of the canyon.

General Wulf Rome held up a hand and the forty mounted soldiers strung out on the ridge behind him came to a halt. He stared down into the narrow canyon and swore softly.

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Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 8

 

“Pleasure to meet you,” I say to the bear shambling toward me as Randy locks the cell door behind me. “I’d shake your hand but…” I look back over my shoulder at Randy and waggle my bound hands at him. “A little help here?”

Randy spits tobacco juice on the floor. Apparently he never heard of a spittoon. “Help is something you ain’t going to get.” He looks at the bear. “Have fun, Horace. Don’t go easy on him. He’s the one kilt the marshal.”

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 7

There’s lots of things I don’t understand about the white man and one of them is his strange attachment to his hat. Most men would rather lose their pants than their hat. They’re also oddly honorable when it comes to hats. The same man who will shoot you for looking at him cross-eyed, or gut you for a pinch of gold dust, will treat your hat like it’s a sacred object.

Which is why I’m not too surprised when, just before we ride out, someone picks my hat up and jams it down on my head. I find it oddly reassuring. I’m going to be hanged, but at least I’ve got my hat.

Maybe I’m starting to catch on.

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 6

“What do we got here?”

The voice comes from very far away. I want to ignore it and go back to sleep, but it seems important somehow that I don’t. Besides, someone is kicking me in the ribs and I ought to tell them why they should stop.

I moan and try to roll away. In my defense, it is a very defiant moan. But it seems to make no difference.

“Get up, damn you!” Hands grab the front of my coat and drag me to my feet. Someone slaps my face good and hard. I open my eyes.

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 5

For a long moment everyone just stands there stunned. The safe is completely gone. Nothing to show where it is but a little muddy water, already swirling away. Maybe a couple of bubbles. That was some soft mud.

“Son of a bitch!” Boyce shouts.

Without any warning he lunges at me, growling, his arms spread wide. He’s got two inches and thirty pounds on me. I need some room to move. I step back—

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 4

Pretty quick we’re all straightened out and headed for that rocky bluff. It’s a good thing we got four horses pulling on that safe because it’s not the kind of thing that takes much to dragging. It leaves a big furrow in the ground and digs out whole clumps of grass by their roots.

For some reason this strikes Wilson as funny and he smiles real big, which is an odd thing on that man. He never smiles, like he’s afraid his mouth will crack or something.

“Lookit that,” he says, pointing at the furrow. “You could plant crops in that. Hell, we’re leaving a trail even Slow Eye could follow!”

No one else thinks this is funny, especially Slow Eye.

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 3

I don’t bother shouting. If that’s a repeater and the man holding it knows how to use it there’ll be four men down before they can so much as squawk.

Instead, almost like my Colt’s a living thing and it knows what I want, suddenly my gun’s in my hand. In the same instant I squeeze the trigger and the gun bucks smoothly. Behind the explosion of gunpowder is the ting of metal on metal and the rifle barrel jerks to the side and goes off.

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 2

“What is it?” Boyce snarls. He’s not a patient man.

“We take it with us,” I say.

His face twists up just like I knew it was going to. “That’s the biggest damnfool idea I ever heard,” he snaps. “Were you planning on putting it in your pocket?”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Oh, good, there’s more to your brilliant plan.”

“You got a lasso don’t you?” I ask Grady. He nods. “How about you, Slow Eye?” He nods too. Timmons nods before I can ask him. I turn back to Boyce. “We drag it with the horses. Haul it up that rocky knob off to the south and push it off the cliff. That oughtta bust it open.”

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 1

Sometimes I hate it when I’m right.

Like now, for instance. I knew these boys were going to be trouble when I joined up, I just knew it. And sure enough, I’m right.

I start thinking about drawing my other Colt .44. If there’s one thing my useless pa taught me, it’s that two guns are always better than one.

Here’s what’s going on.

Boyce is standing over by the safe, his face slowly turning red. Just inside the door of the train car is Timmons. He’s soaking wet. Head to toe.

And so’s the bundle of dynamite in his left hand. Our only dynamite.