New Speculative Fiction Novel Released Leap Day 2016

The final cover design by G. Zschomler
"I felt like I was channeling J.J. Abrams
with so many lens flares." 

The new book, pictured left, is on schedule for its February 29, 2016 release. What you see at the left is the final cover design. (Below and on the right you may also view the back cover.) I've also included the book's video trailer at the end of this post.

Before you go there here's a couple snippets from the opening of the book:

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t has long been speculated that parallel worlds (or universes) exist side by side—or, rather, together in the same space; one, perhaps, within another within another. Although imagined, never in the wildest dreams of scientists, has anyone ever thought it possible to travel inter-dimensionally. And no one—no one—ever believes me when I tell them that I have, in fact, achieved that very feat...

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o, there I was in a funk, licking my wounds and trying to decide if I should quit before they had the chance to can me. I was crumpled into my desk chair, wallowing in self-pity, pondering the sad state of human beings and questioning my calling when into my study walked a woman I had never seen before.

You may enlarge images by double
clicking them. Art by G. Zschomler

     In her hand she held a staff of the most grizzled wood, twisted, but worn smooth. She was the most ancient woman I’d ever seen and I’d seen some doozies down here (you can’t unsee the sagging, wrinkly sight of an aged woman sunbathing in a bikini on the beach).

     She looked well beyond old-age—craggy, leathery, thin to the point of frail, ashen and gray of hair—as if she’d actually come back from the grave where she might have spent more than a few decades.

     Mind you, she was gnarled and well-weathered, but not haggard, and didn’t appear to have the stink of death upon her. In fact, she smelled of jasmine, pine and cinnamon (sort of like Christmas), which was really quite lovely. I remember thinking: Perhaps they were burial spices?  

     Not only had I never seen her before (and I would know this because she was extremely peculiar) I was taken aback immediately by her manner of dress. The woman wore a long fur overcoat; black and white striped stockings, combat boots; a flour-sack prairie dress, and an aviator’s cap—complete with steam-punk type goggles cocked atop the cap.

    She extended a crooked, knobby finger and inquired of my identity, almost as if it weren’t a question at all.

     “You Pastor Micah Rickmond?” 

"I wrote this book to address questions we all have by sharing experiences similar to those we all endure, but I did it using a sci-fi vehicle which makes the story especially intriguing." ~the author

Preorders are now being accepted for signed copies ($10 plus post). Email me at: gregory.zschomler@gmail.com