A Lamentable Failure To Self-Promote
It occurs to me that my latest novel has been out for about six weeks in North America, longer in the UK, and I haven’t yet browbeaten you all into going out and purchasing your delicious copies. (Excuses, excuses: I usually rely on the arrival of author’s copies to remind me to go into plug mode, but there was a bit of a hiccup on the shipping front. Plus it came out while I was distracted with the film festival.)
Liar’s Peak is my third book in the Black Library’s Warhammer Fantasy line. Like the previous installments, Honour of the Grave and Sacred Flesh, it features Angelika Fleischer, a hard-bitten battlefield looter who, despite her professed devotion to her own self-interest, is perennially drawn into acts of dangerous altruism. In Liar’s Peak, she and her sidekick, the moralistic army deserter Franziskus, run afoul of a kangaroo court of vengeful halflings and are dragooned into an Imperial infantry unit. Pressed into service as a scout in mountainous, barbarian-infested territory, Angelika schemes to recover a missing ring that represents her entire earnings from years of hard-scrabble effort. As the mission grows increasingly desperate, she butts heads with the unit’s inexperienced and headstrong young commander, with the unit’s survival held in the balance.
This is my favorite Angelika book so far. Every sale helps me out, so if you dig my stuff, check it out. It’s full to bursting with grim and cynical derring-do. Find it at your local book store, Games Workshop retail outlet, or favorite online bookseller.