“One Way To Hell” is reaching that point where you can feel the story starting to wind down. That’s both good and bad. Good, because you want the cover to be finished, the novel to go to the editor, and then be published. Bad because there is always something else EB intends to say, another few steps along in the story taking us someplace new.
I’m excited about this novel as it is very different than the last four. “One Way To Hell” is written from first person perspective. Set in the same universe as the Mongruxx novels and Transport Unfriendly Skies. You see EB’s world only from his viewpoint. Some characters from other novels in this universe come into play as well. It makes for a fun experience, getting to know EB, Valentine, Tiffany Siuchykava, Spill Barryman, and many others. Definitely, a more challenging novel to write, as I never get to enjoy other characters’ viewpoints. At 80K words, it is an easy, exciting read. It should be out by April, 2021.
That said, I am excited about starting on the next Mongruxx novel, “Until we cross this bridge again.”
This novel will bring some new characters that will change how you see this world and maybe your own. The novel will be split between the new characters and the existing ones, almost feeling like two novels in one. After that, I can’t say as I haven’t uncovered those dinosaur bones yet.
But as the images show, there will be large, fully developed tank battles. Some desperate and interesting long running battles of attrition that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.
I’ve been working on the cover and plan for this to be known as the black book. For the overtones within it, and the black-hearted lives that lead men to do unspeakable things that they often live to regret. For lives are lived across many lifetimes, and regrets are carried far within them. A tiger may not change its stripes, but growth remains even if it is across a thousand million lifetimes.
This is the tale of those lost in that foreverness that is life just as we all are. No rest, no respite, just an unending battle across one life to the next. Some told here, more experienced by us all. Nothing remembered, all forgotten. This is our curse and blessing. Lost among the stars, these bugs clinging to a ball of mud flung out into the great endlessly expanding beyond.
Steady, pilgrim; it’s coming. Mongruxx: Until We Cross This Bridge Again – March 2022. 150K words.
