Jack climbing the wall of the Palace of Obann–don’t look down, Jack!–had hardly a more difficult time than we’ve been having since our computer’s hard drive died last weekend. But like our hero, we’re making progress.

Tomorrow morning Adam the tech is coming over to re-install our regular computer. Thanks to the old keyboard here, I was able to write and send my Newswithviews column today. And among the many reasons why getting the old hoss back is a very good thing, I’m just about ready to type and submit another set of chapters of The Temptation.

What will Lord Chutt find as he digs up the ruins of Old Obann? Will Lord Orth come back, or will he venture farther into the East to preach to the Heathen? And will Gurun’s brothers finally make it to Lintum Forest, where their sister is?

To those of you who are new to this blog, I hope you’ll soon make acquaintance with my books. All nine of them (so far: more will come) are available for your examination. Just click “Books” and you’ll get the covers, featuring Kirk DouPonce’s glorious artwork, and sample chapters. Or you can look them up on and read the Customer Reviews. If this sounds like a commercial, that’s only because it is. But you can’t blame a writer for wanting readers!

**Sneak Preview Alert**

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I’ve seen the cover art for The Throne (Bell Mountain No. 9), Kirk DouPonce has done another splendid job… and if I can swing it, I’d like to post it here so you can see it.

I’m hopeful that The Throne will be made available in time for Christmas. My books, by the way, make fantastic Christmas gifts. Well, all right, very small beer indeed, in light of what Christmas is really about–like, it’s only the Word of God made flesh and personally coming into our fallen world to make atonement for our sins and win for us eternal life. So can I say my books my nice gifts, any day of the year?

So, keep your eyes peeled for The Throne cover art, today or tomorrow, and let me know how you like it.

My New Books Are Coming Along

The Fugitive Prince is No. 5 in my Bell Mountain series. Collect all seven!

Another few chapters and I’ll be done writing the first draft of The Throne (Bell Mountain No. 9), which I began in April. I don’t know why this book went so fast. I do know I’ll miss it terribly when it’s done. Like, my baby has grown up and moved to Manchuria.

I know what the last line of the story is, and I know the incidents leading up to it. I just have to get them into the right order.

Meanwhile, we at Chalcedon/Storehouse Press are trying heroically to get The Temple (No. 8) ready so it’ll be on sale in time for Christmas. I just finished the last proof-reading today, and we’re waiting for a cover from artist Kirk DouPonce. I have no idea whether it can possibly be done on time.

But then I really have no idea how I write these books in the first place. I ask God for the story and He gives it to me–sometimes a little bit at a time, sometimes in a big flash.

If you would like to join the few, the proud, who have enjoyed these books, you can get started right here just by clicking “Books” and having a look around.

Hooray for My Books

Spring is coming; and when it arrives, I want to be ready to start writing my next book, which would be Book #9 in my Bell Mountain series.

One of my ways of getting ready is to immerse myself in the world of Obann by reading, in order, the seven books already in print. Actually, this is very necessary: I find it very easy to forget certain details, and to unwittingly contradict things I said in earlier books. Between books 3 and 4, for instance, I managed to lose 18 Temple staff without a word of explanation. Eighteen of ’em–pffft! It was a job, putting it right, and I don’t want anything like that to happen again. And so I revisit the earlier books and refresh my memory.

Last night I finished reading the first book, Bell Mountain.

How do I say this without sounding like a ninny? I read my own book and said, “Wow!” I know it sounds asinine. But there are subtleties in it that I’m sure I never put there on purpose, not to mention a story whose like I was never able to write before. I mean, even my mother wound up liking this book, and she was just about impossible to impress.

Well, I’m old enough to look at this book and know right well it didn’t come from me: I only wrote down the story that God gave me. Even that, I know, sounds kind of pretentious and self-important; but it’s not meant to be. I just know that the day the Lord stops giving me the story, it dries up: there is no well of inspiration in me for it to draw upon.

Look, folks, the real purpose of this blog is to try to generate interest in my books, in hope of selling some. They’re all good, and the kindle versions are dirt cheap. The paperbacks feature gorgeous covers by Kirk DouPonce, and one of them costs generally less than a ticket to some lousy movie, even if you don’t buy popcorn.

If this blog has entertained you, or gotten you thinking, please give my books a try. You’ll probably like them. And don’t be put off by my saying so. Believe me, very often it’s not much fun for the author to read his own work. In fact, it can be kind of painful, or even embarrassing.

And if you’ve already read them: well, thank you very much, and ;please pardon this long commercial. I promise not to do another one anytime soon.