St Paul’s Cathedral in London during the Blitz 1940

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I know I’ve talked about this one in the past. “The Unreal Man” was accepted for publication ages ago…and then everything stopped. Sometimes publishing houses change staff, change ideas, change goals and authors can be stuck in the middle.

However, I signed the contract with Dastaan World last night and so in about 90 days, this story will see the light of day.

This story is important to me because it’s my oldest concept. In one version or another, I’ve lived with this tale for over 40 years. I can’t wait to see it become real (or unreal).

Here’s a small sample:

And then he woke up, but he was still dreaming. He dreamed his name was Jonathan Cypher and that he was an illusion, a man who never was, and whose very existence was impossible. Each time he woke up, he was in another dream. If only he could remember what he was supposed to do next.

“I can save her life, Raven. I can save all their lives. Please let me. Please let me help.”

“You will, Jonathan. When you wake up, you will save someone’s life. There’s about to be an explosion. You can only save one of them, but please be careful whose life you save.”

And then he woke up.

Sunday, 8 September 1940 – London

A building had collapsed on them. Everyone who had taken shelter in here had died except for four people. Suddenly another man was standing in the center of what was left of the basement.

“Where…?”

It was dark, still night, but he could see outside through holes in the debris above them. There were explosions, the sound of thunder, and the ground kept shaking. The black air was shattered by bright flashes of destruction. The drone of aircraft engines was their background noise.

Jonathan saw five important things; a man, a woman, a little boy, an even younger girl, and a bomb. It had a Nazi insignia on it, and it was live.

I don’t have any links, images, or other promotional materials as yet, but I’ll keep you posted.