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If you haven't read anything of mine and so are not sure you'll like it, please download this book for free, and enjoy!
If you have read something of mine and it wasn't quite your cup o' tea, but you want to give me another shot (thank you!), by all means, download this book for free. I hope you have a better reading experience!
If you have read something of mine and enjoyed it, and want to read this book next, please consider paying something--anything--for my time, love, dedication, persistence, and hard work. If you don't have any money, by all means download this book for free, but commit to writing a review for it when you are done. Post your review here, or at Goodreads, or at any of the many online retailers where it appears. Know that wherever it is, I am very grateful that you took the time and effort to post it.
The amount listed is a suggestion only. Pay less or pay more (that would be awesome!), or pay nothing. The choice is entirely yours.
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Cool! Got it! So what's this book about?
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Shortly after my mother died of a terrible illness, I began having ... visions. They weren't wispy, flighty dreams or random, short-lived nightmares. No, these phantasms were much fuller, much more tactile and present, as though I was actually visiting a place, one I eventually started calling Slum.
I don't forget these visits like I do with dreams or nightmares or even night terrors, which I've experienced. I am immersed in a grand urban hellscape of both terrible, corrupting beauty and encroaching, overwhelming evil. I can smell in these visions. I can't smell in my dreams. I can touch things; I can sense the continuous burden of time, which I can't in dreams. The world of Slum makes a kind of sick, profane sense. My dreams and nightmares, by contrast, are disjointed, often random, many times utterly nonsensical. Not Slum.
These visits are not for the weak of heart or stomach. I offer them to you, the reader, but honestly, I have written them down more to say back to it: "I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I touch you. And yes, I taste you, too." For maybe in this act I can come to a fuller understanding of Slum, and Slum of me. That is my hope.
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Total time to write, edit, format, and create cover art for original edition:
~12 years
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Get it in paperback!
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Please note: absolutely no AI was utilized in the creation of this content.
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If you haven't read anything of mine and so are not sure you'll like it, please download this book for free, and enjoy!
If you have read something of mine and it wasn't quite your cup o' tea, but you want to give me another shot (thank you!), by all means, download this book for free. I hope you have a better reading experience!
If you have read something of mine and enjoyed it, and want to read this book next, please consider paying something--anything--for my time, love, dedication, persistence, and hard work. If you don't have any money, by all means download this book for free, but commit to writing a review for it when you are done. Post your review here, or at Goodreads, or at any of the many online retailers where it appears. Know that wherever it is, I am very grateful that you took the time and effort to post it.
The amount listed is a suggestion only. Pay less or pay more (that would be awesome!), or pay nothing. The choice is entirely yours.
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Cool! Got it! So what's this book about?
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Shortly after my mother died of a terrible illness, I began having ... visions. They weren't wispy, flighty dreams or random, short-lived nightmares. No, these phantasms were much fuller, much more tactile and present, as though I was actually visiting a place, one I eventually started calling Slum.
I don't forget these visits like I do with dreams or nightmares or even night terrors, which I've experienced. I am immersed in a grand urban hellscape of both terrible, corrupting beauty and encroaching, overwhelming evil. I can smell in these visions. I can't smell in my dreams. I can touch things; I can sense the continuous burden of time, which I can't in dreams. The world of Slum makes a kind of sick, profane sense. My dreams and nightmares, by contrast, are disjointed, often random, many times utterly nonsensical. Not Slum.
These visits are not for the weak of heart or stomach. I offer them to you, the reader, but honestly, I have written them down more to say back to it: "I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I touch you. And yes, I taste you, too." For maybe in this act I can come to a fuller understanding of Slum, and Slum of me. That is my hope.
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Total time to write, edit, format, and create cover art for original edition:
~12 years
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~~*~~
Get it in paperback!
~~*~~
Please note: absolutely no AI was utilized in the creation of this content.