I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR
Lynn Steigleder
AUTHOR BIO:
Lynn Steigleder was born in Richmond, Virginia. He spent most of his adult life as a supervisor in the field of construction and fabrication. In 2006, Lynn received a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis. Lynn realized the need to transition into a new career path due to his energy and mobility challenges.
His son suggested he consider writing as a career; having enjoyed his father’s short stories. Lynn agreed to the challenge and his first novel “Rising Tide” in the series, of the same name was released for publication in 2009. The second “Eden’s Wake” and the third “Deadly Reign” soon followed. “Terminal Core”, a standalone was released in 2016. "Dalon Con" (The Essence of Time) is in the editing process and a fourth book for the "Rising Tide" series is nearing completion.
Lynn writes science fiction, fantasy and action adventure.
Lynn’s ideas are often driven by daily events, things he sees in nature or any path his imagination decides to lead him down. He loves to write and enjoys the challenges of bringing a novel from conception, working with his publisher through the editing process, rewrites and reading the book many times before it goes to print.
BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: Both. I irritate people with my jolly attitude in the morning yet feel if I go to bed early I’m going to miss something.
Q: Tell me something you would like your readers (fans) to know about you.
A: I love salt water. All the creatures whether edible or not fascinate me. Nothing beats the taste, smell or sight of the ocean. If I could I would spend all my free time surf fishing on Hatteras island.
Q: When you think of a garden, do you picture vegetables or flowers?
A: Vegetables. A summer bounty of fresh vegetables could almost turn me into a vegetarian, but then I remember the luscious slabs of beef to be enjoyed and that thought goes out the door.
Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: Rock, Red Barchetta is a song from a band named Rush. I started following them in 1976. They retired in 2015 after 41 years of incompritable music. Sadly their drummer (Neil Peart) passed several weeks ago.
BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT
Q: When did you start writing and why?
A: I started writing short stories 25 years ago. I never thought I had the patience to pen an entire novel. At the suggestion of my son on a surf fishing trip, I began my trek into the world of writing.
Q: How did you come to write your genre of choice?
A:Science Fiction has been my favorite in books and movies since I was a child
Q: Which element of book writing is the most difficult for you?
A: Keeping a overabundance of characters in a state of continuity from one end of the book to the other.
Q: What is your favorite part of writing?
A: Creating new worlds, new characters, and pulling them through change at a drop of a hat.
Q; Now your least favorite part?
A: Marketing. It is a necessary part of writing, but it’s the one I would almost rather set my head on fire than participate in.
A: Stephen King. I love his work, though I wish he would tone down the language a bit.
Q: Your favorite title?
A: The Dark Tower
Q: Are you a sit down and play it by ear kind of writer, or do you need a structured guideline, or maybe a little of both?
A: I’m a play it by ear or as I prefer to put it “fly by the sweat of my pants”. When I begin a new book, I stare at the screen running ideas through my head until one clicks.
BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF
Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: The fourth book in my “Rising Tide” series
Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: I just sent a standalone manuscript named “Dalon Con, the Essence of time” to my publisher
Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Email:
www.lynnsteigleder1@gmail.com
Website:
www.lynnsteigleder.com
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29773457-terminal-core
Amazon:
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BLURB
Aon, a solid core planet made from the priceless and most dense element in the galaxy (caladium) is under silent attack. Plans are made by off-worlders to dissolve the unbreakable core using crude oil obtained from 19th-century earth. Once the oil is refined the byproduct, gasoline will soften the caladium, allowing it to be collected. It is soon discovered the core is made from living beings created from the caladium itself. The off-worlders employ a band of the corrupt inhabitant’s to carry on this work. They find themselves in a constant struggle with a small coalition of Aonians bent on saving their homeworld. Both factions clash with the indestructible core creatures. With horrendous beast’s one step behind and deadly pitfalls ahead, the coalition struggles to finish their journey ensuring the survival of their race.
EXCERPT:
CLAY STEPPED UP onto the raised walkway.
"I hate this place," he mumbled, patting his sidearm. He grabbed the door handle and prepared to enter.
Clay was a bounty hunter. His latest skip (if you want to call him that since Clay had spent the better part of two years chasing empty leads) was Sal Ricky—a career criminal with a taste for refined women, as he would consume certain body parts of his victims after performing whatever atrocities piqued his fancy.
Clay stood tall, six foot five. He almost always wore black, except for his blue jeans. He felt it more intimidating.
He stepped into the brothel. A dozen pair of eyes turned his way. Clay removed his sidearm from its holster.
"I'm looking for Sal Ricky," he announced. After a slight pause, he repeated the phrase. "I said, I'm looking for Sal Ricky."
"If you want me, all you gotta do is ask," came a smug response. The voice emanated from a dark corner. In it stood a six foot tall figure. Instead of legs, it sported four eight foot long appendages. These members would shoot forward landing on the ground and allow the rest of the body to move over them like treads on a tank. He could move surprisingly fast when necessary.
"So?" Sal Ricky asked. "What can I do for you?"
Clay moved closer toward the corner and cocked his weapon.
"Don't play stupid, you ball of snot." He raised his free hand and pointed a finger. "I've been looking for you for almost two years now." Clay cocked the second hammer on his handgun. "This time you're all mine."
Sal Ricky was a hydrak. He lived up to his name, constantly oozing fluid and leaving a trail similar to that of a slug when he moved.
"Ya think so." The creature lit a cigarette with two human-like hands. The hydrak inhaled deeply, burning up half the smoke in one drag.
"Better men have tried," he said, finishing his cigarette with a second drag and dropping it into a puddle of slime; the butt hissed as the glowing ashes died.
Clay tightened his grip.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I get just as much for you dead as alive." Clay smiled out of one corner of his mouth. "It makes no difference to me."
Sal Ricky crossed his arms which were anything but human. They were muscular with a lizard-like texture and a green color to match. His lower half was bulbous and horizontal to the ground, turning vertical at mid-thorax until it formed his head.
"Don't you tire of the same old clichés?" Sal Ricky snickered. "Easy way, hard way, alive or dead, blah, blah, blah. After two years, you should know I do nothing the easy way." His head was square with a round circle on each side. Sal Ricky could spin his neck three hundred and sixty degrees if need be. He had a set of eyes at the upper portion of each circle. One side contained an orifice with which he spoke and took in nourishment. One big tuft of green hair sprang from the center of his scalp, climbed vertically, about a foot, and then flopped over on all sides.
"Have it your way," Clay said.
Just then, two dark humanoid figures appeared on either side of the slug. The first figure made a move and then slipped on his boss' excretions, landing flat on his back.
Clay rolled to his right behind a steel column and fired one barrel, removing most of the second figure's head. The first man, still floundering in the goo, was an easy take out.
Sal Ricky moved toward Clay knocking him to the floor as he passed by.
Clay moved to one knee and steadied himself. He would have but one shot.
Sal Ricky could easily burst through the wall, and that's what he had a mind to do, Clay surmised. He made sure both hammers were cocked. Cocking them was one thing; firing both at the same time was something you didn't do unless you had to.
Clay took a deep breath and pulled both triggers.
Links
Email:
www.lynnsteigleder1@gmail.com
Website:
www.lynnsteigleder.com
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29773457-terminal-core
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Lynn-Steigleder/e/B004HSRS6A/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/LynnSteigleder
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/lynn.steigleder
Barnes & Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/terminal-core-lynn-steigleder/1123703025?ean=9781938985973
