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The Patch Project!

Earlier in the year, we at AWP had the pleasure of publishing Brittni Brinn’s fantastic post-apocalyptic novel, A Place That Used to Be. And now, we are twice blessed because we are just days away from the release of the companion novel The Patch Project.

The Patch Project by Brittni Brinn

After a mysterious disaster erases most of the world, five survivors find themselves in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A married couple are trapped in their domestic setting. Two punks wander the wasteland, pushed further west by fears of retribution. A video game designer, used to living the high life in the city, is stranded at a highway gas station

“Elegant, clever, and compasassionate. Navigating a post-apocalyptic landscape becomes a journey of self-discovery in this unforgettable novel.” – Elly Blake, New York Times bestselling author of the Frostblood saga.

Due to the current limitations being put on events, the launch for The Patch Project will be held digitally on Facebook. If you would like to participate, please follow the link.

The Patch Project Facebook launch.

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AWP Book Launch 2020!

 

BannerDue to the world being on fire, we have missed three significant events here at AWP. Namely, the launch of Ben Van Dongen’s newest novella (in the Synthetic Albatross series), Broadcast Wasteland. The launch of Brittni Brinn’s new novel, The Place That Used To Be. And the re-release of Christian Laforet’s short story collection, The Space Between Houses.

We had intended to host a big hoopla in the fall to celebrate all three books, but due to the obvious issues, that seems unlikely to happen. Not to be deterred though, we have made the decision to bring the launch of these new releases to your digital doorstep.

This Friday, Aug 21st, all three authors will be dropping readings, behind the scenes and more on the AWP Facebook page, as well as across their own social media. It all kicks off at 10am.

AWP 2020 launch event page!

Brittni Brinn: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Website

Ben Van Dongen: Facebook, Twitter, InstagramWebsite.

Christian Laforet: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Website.

This is a new, and exciting event for us, and we hope you’ll join us in the celebration.

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-A Place That Used to Be – Cover Reveal!-

Cover reveal

A couple of months ago we announced that AWP would be releasing author Brittni Brinn’s newest novel, A Place That Used to Be. We are big fans of this book (and of Brittni herself!), and are very excited to see it released into the wild.

Due to the pandemic, some of our launch plans for A Place That Used to Be have been altered. There will still be a traditional launch and reading, however it is postponed until the world opens up enough for such gatherings. In the meantime, there will be a digital launch for the book, so stay tuned for info on that in the near future.

Alright, without further ado, we present the cover reveal for A Place That Used to Be by Brittni Brinn! (more…)

Welcome Brittni Brinn!

We are thrilled to announce that Adventure Worlds Press will be releasing Brittni Brinn’s new novel, A Place That Used to Be!

The sequel to her debut, The Patch Project, A Place That Used to Be is a post-apocalyptic vision of a world gone to pieces. The book will be available this summer.

And, in case you missed out on Brittni’s first novel, the above mentioned The Patch Project, fear not, AWP will be re-releasing it as well later this year.

We will have more on both titles, including final release dates and events surrounding their launch, in the near future, so stay tuned.

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Author photo by Sarah Kivell

Brittni Brinn (she/her) is a Windsor-based author who writes (mostly) post-apocalyptic fiction. She is interested in all things creative, and enjoyed her time as the artistic director for Paper-Knife Theatre and as co-host of Hardcover: A Literary Podcast. You can read more about her work at brittnibrinn.com

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A Strategic Retreat

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Writing is hard. This is a fact. It takes a lot of time and energy to complete a fully realized story. When you couple this undeniable truth with the added reality that most writers also have day jobs; the feat of a finished book can become a monumental task.

Because of this we at AWP like to schedule a yearly writing retreat. Nothing overly grand, just a few days away from all the things that distract from our writing.

The first AWP writing retreat was held in the summer of 2014. Of course, AWP was nothing more than a twinkle in the eye back then, but the formula established that first time has remained. (more…)

Spring is here!

Spring is traditionally a busy time for us. And this year is no exception!

56536257_2154012071356945_6976075646703239168_nThe big news, of course, is the release of Ben Van Dongen’s new novella, The Neon Heart. Book two in The Synthetic Albatross Series, The Neon Heart further explores the world introduced in The Thinking Machine. A must read for fans of sci-fi, The Neon Heart is available for purchase online, here, and locally at Biblioasis, Indigo and Anchor Coffee House. Or, you could always snag a copy in person at one of the upcoming evets AWP will be attending in the next few weeks.

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Unintended Excerpt

We’re very pleased to bring you an excerpt from the novel Unintended, by Justine Alley Dowsett!

This book is available now! So if you enjoy what your read, make sure to pick up a copy. The e-book can be found here, and the physical copy, here.

Unintended

Chapter One

The rolling hills and grasslands of Ismera were strange to her in the beginning. Now, after nearly a month of riding through them, they had begun to seem commonplace. What the High Clan Chief’s daughter was not prepared for, however, were the high turrets of the palace she was headed towards and the sprawling city of Ismer that surrounded it. Even more surprising than all that was the fanfare that greeted her when at last she reached the city’s high-walled gate.

A handsome man atop a white horse rode boldly out to greet her, without so much as a weapon drawn or a friend to watch his back.

They are much more trusting here of strangers than they are back at home, she noted. Unless, it’s only that they don’t consider me a stranger.

Mackenzie en Shareed of Haldoram straightened her back, instinctively preparing herself to make a good impression. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he came closer and she realized that the man before her, with his sunny hair, tanned skin and bright blue eyes, could be none other than the man she’d ridden all the way here to marry. She felt her usually flawlessly tanned skin flush an uncomfortable shade of red as she watched him dismount and walk the rest of the way to her side, a wide grin spreading across his face at the sight of her.

I didn’t expect him to be so handsome. Kenzie found that as much as she might want to, she couldn’t deny the pounding of her heart or the fluttering in her stomach. I’m very fortunate to be attracted to him so easily.

If he took notice of her discomfort he didn’t show it, bowing over her hand and kissing it lightly. “Princess Mackenzie, let me be the first to welcome you to the City of Ismer.”

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Kenzie reached for the marriage bracelet she’d woven herself for this very occasion. Unhooking it carefully from her belt, she caught his hand before he could take it away and swiftly wrapped the small, white-flowered wreath about his wrist, tying it with a practiced motion.

She could see in her husband-to-be’s eyes that he was confused, but she didn’t have time to explain it to him now. That would come later, after they were entwined together in their marriage bed. Right now, only the ritual mattered.

I have to do this now, she affirmed silently. Once I enter this city of theirs and am completely surrounded by Ismeran culture and politics it will be too late to marry him in my own way, in front of my people and by our customs. It’s the only way I will feel comfortable with his arrangement. I can marry him in the Ismeran way afterwards. (more…)

Hole in the Wall: The Fifth Monday Three – Part Four

By Edele Winnie

“Jocelyn, is it really you?” Carol asked the white-coated woman up on the catwalk. “I am so…. muddled.” Carol ran her hands through her brown hair but the confusion remained. They were surrounded by buzzing machines, tubes and metal catwalks. “What is this place?”

Jocelyn laughed. “It’s definitely not the bank. The Jocelyn who works there with you is just one version of me. A sister, if you like.”

Carol pointed at one of the large glass tubes. It was filled with green liquid and an exact copy of Carol herself, floating languidly. Beside that there were more tubes and copies. Carol shook her head, unable to find words. Beside her, Gary shifted into a quivering red cylinder shape.

“I see you’ve met Gary. He’s a portal jumper. A creature that can transfer between dimensions without decomposing.”

“You make me sound so dull.” Gary complained and transformed into a star shape. “I’m actually a star.”

Everything seemed to be swirling in her head and Carol looked for a place to sit. She settled on the bottom step of a metal ladder that led to a catwalk above.

Gary changed into a rhombus. “There was a cloh enforcer right behind us.” (more…)

Hole in the Wall: The Fifth Monday Three – Part Three

By Christian Laforet

Carol stared at the wall. She wore an oven mitt on one hand, a baseball glove on the other, and a Kiss beach towel wrapped around her face. Clutched in the oven mitt was the biggest knife she could find in her silverware drawer. She wasn’t sure what she would do with the weapon if the ball-thing returned. Thanks to the fact that the towel kept sagging, blocking her vision, she was just as likely to stab herself as anything else.

The wall were the thing had disappeared looked the same as ever, sunflower yellow with a framed picture of a horse wearing a stovepipe hat hanging off to the left. But she knew what she had seen, and whether it was visible now or not, there was a hole in her wall.

She edged closer to the spot and slowly leveled the knife until the tip of the blade was half an inch from the yellow surface. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the rest of the way. The point of the knife did not stop at the wall, but slid right in. At first she told herself that the knife had cut through the wall itself, but there was no resistance. Besides, that theory was put to bed when she retracted the blade only to find the end of the knife gone. (more…)