Book reviews are on hold until my book is published

Hi readers,

Sorry that I haven’t been updating the blog lately. I have been hard at work trying to get The Silver Ninja: A Bitter Winter line edited before the end of this month. Once the line edit is complete, then I can prep the book for print. Editing a book takes a lot of time, time which I cannot use to read books or write book reviews. On the other hand, I have 19 out of 30 chapters complete. The editor and I have been hard at work rewording and cleaning up sentences. I’m a little hesitant to share the line edited piece, but I’m happy with the result, so I’m going to share it anyway.

If I can hit the March deadline, The Silver Ninja: A Bitter Winter could be available in May of 2018. I will do my best to make sure it gets done. There’s still going to be a tiny bit more clean up to do in the last phase, but this is somewhat close to final barring the removal of passive voice and awkward sentences.

Excerpt down below:

Cindy’s utensils clattered next to her barely eaten meal. She grabbed onto the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her stomach. She showed Jonas the malformed, ruddy lumps of skin.

He leaned in and squinted his eyes. “What is that?” He poked the lump with his finger, it displaced and hardened.

“Your little formula gave me cancer.”

His face darkened. “How long have you had this?”

“Probably about a week.”

“I need to take you to the hospital.”

She yanked her shirt back down. “Why? So I can do chemo for a lab grown cancer you gave me?”

“I didn’t give you cancer.”

“I’m not going to get it treated. Not right now. If they give me chemo I’m going to get sick and weak and I won’t be able to do anything until the cancer is gone. Besides, how are they going to treat something you created?”

Jonas shot up from his seat. “Are you crazy? You have to go. They can do surgery and remove the growths before they get worse.”

“How about we focus on the fact that I wouldn’t have had these things if you hadn’t experimented on me.”

Jonas ran his fingers through his black hair. “Do you actually believe I intentionally gave you tumors?”

“No, but I do think it was irresponsible of you to give me a formula you hadn’t tested. You didn’t think of how I would feel being forced to live with this sickness.”

“I saved your life.”

“No one asked you to.” His eyes fluttered as if he had been stunned by a punch. “I’ve been a screw up since I lost my job, Jonas. I accepted that I deserved to die that night. And to be perfectly honest with you, I am so scared of this disease that I would have rather died than to be forced to live with it”

“Stop,” he said quietly. “Please, stop.”

Now it was her turn to be stunned. She expected him to get angry, to fight back, instead he uncharacteristically pulled back; as if she had hurt him.

“I never wanted to make you sick,” he said. “Okay? I thought Charlie had fixed it, he told me he did.”

“Would you have still given me the formula if you had known?”

He didn’t answer. He sat there, chewing on his lips, staring at nothing.

“Answer me.”

“Yes!” He said finally. “I can’t find a cure if you’re dead.”

Cindy crossed her arms and turned away from him. He walked to the front door, put on his jacket, and said, “I promise I will fix this.”


Wilmar Luna