I just ordered my own personal copy of Gordath Woods by Patrice Sarath. You better get your own soon, because Amazon is nearly out of stock and it’s going fast.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, why would he go to all that trouble to buy a book that he has already read two-point-six times in critique session?
Because it proves the awesomeness of my critiquing abilities.
That’s right, it was my advice that transformed this book from a merely good adventure fantasy about a parallel world of war and magic into a throbbing-hard explosive projectile of literary nitroglycerin. And I have my name on the inside cover to prove it.
"Listen here, Sarath" I said. "What this story needs is more horse porn. Everybody who ever wanted a pony as a kid is going to want a free-based hit off your encyclopedic storehouse of equine expertise."
And she followed my advice, creating a novel of such beguiling grace that no publisher could turn it down.
Now, you could read Patrice’s blog to get a detailed rundown of the novel: the beautiful horse trainer trapped in a parallel world, an exiled Texan fighting to save the woman he loves, and a teenage vixen who must draw on all her skills of horsemanship to escape the desires of a merciless general. But seriously, Amazon is nearly out of stock so you have to buy it now!!!