Giveaway: Blackout

I’ll be giving away ten free copies of Blackout to Kindle users via email. If you’re interested in getting a copy, fill out the form below. If you like it, tell your friends. If you don’t, I’ll try to be a bit better for the next book.

Please leave a review when you’re done, but more importantly enjoy the book! Thanks for reading and enjoy your day!


Gathering Opinions and Gathering Steam

It’s safe to say that I am an unknown writer.We all have to start off that way and it’s our job to change that and I’d like to start changing that soon.

Plan of Action. With that in mind, I am very happy to announce that my short story anthology and soon-to-be debut piece of, hopefully quality, literature is nearly complete, the final title being Ira Draconis: Blackout. There are seven short stories and a prelude, the shortest is 1000 words long and the longest 4500 words, that I’d like people to read. Not review, mind you, just read. I value your opinions and would very much like to know them.

Once that is done, I plan to distribute the anthology on Kindle and then expand onto paperback copies once I gather steam. This first book will be free forever, a sort of introduction to me as an author and to see if you like my style or not. If you could leave constructive reviews and responses, negative and positive, I’d be eternally grateful.

A word on my previous forays. I’ve released a novel before. Two, in fact. Neither was exceptional nor were they professionally edited and they ended up being quite bad. I’d gotten some reviewers to look at them and they weren’t received too well. Those days are past me, I’ve improved, if I may say so, and you can safely ignore those. This is not to say I’m erasing those errors. I recognise them and I own them. So if you see any reviews of anything under my name (Dahraan du Toit), know that those are from a time before I picked up vital experience.

Contact. I realise that there is a need to create a fanbase of sorts. It’s the most difficult part of being an indie writer: becoming known. It’s going to take time but hopefully I’ll be able to grab your interest and deliver something good.

If you have any questions for me, would like to read my short stories or just want to say hi, my contact details are below. I respond fairly quickly. That’s relatively speaking, of course, as my timezone (UTC +2) might mean that I get an email at 1 AM and can only respond a few hours later.

@Skwonz (at this point in time, I’m just sharing blog posts from here onto there. Nothing special, yet.)
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Thanks for reading and enjoy your day.

The Bloodbringer

A little promo story for Dragon Soul. Chew on this for a little

The dark Brisbane streets were dead, still with a stark lack of the common and honest folk. This was time that thieves and murderers wandered the streets and the six o’ clock curfew that the children were given was for their own safety. The quiet city dwellers knew exactly how justified the curfews were. And now, at eight o’ clock, the parents feared for possessions and lives of their own. Brisbane was one of the worst affected after the Blackmatter incident and the city had never really recovered in those forty odd years. It was that unlucky city that the PMC couldn’t spare forces for, the hub that the administration didn’t require immediately, the place that had once been great but no one cared about now. Gangsters were more common there than in Cape Town in the early 2000s and they held more sway over the people than the business leaders or the mayor.

John peered out fearfully from his window, through the dusty curtains that rippled and shed dirt across his face. He knew it wasn’t wind because his windows had been fastened shut and barred. He was glad for that, having enough money to afford steel protection. He reasoned that the shaking must have been from his hands then. John looked at the once proud street and wondered how much happier it must have looked during the daytime, when light and people flooded it. The gloom carried a kind of dark mystery to it, one that made John think of the old crime novels he enjoyed reading so much. And much like the old, dog eared pages, the paint on the buildings curled and peeled, giving the city an all too common ugliness. John’s breath escaped his mouth when a brisk moving form entered his line of sight.

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