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Third Person Press E-Sampler
Third Person Press E-Sampler
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This free e-sampler contains three short stories, one each from Third Person Press's anthologies Undercurrents, Airborne, and Unearthed. If you're wondering whether to take a chance on any of these books, this is a great way to find out what kinds of stories you might find inside...

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Release dateJul 20, 2012
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Third Person Press is a small independent publishing venture based on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. We are interested in promoting speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy, horror, etc.) by writers from Cape Breton, or having a substantial connection to the island. We enjoy the challenges and rewards of working with both new and more established writers in bringing our readers one simple thing--great stories.

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    Third Person Press E-Sampler - Third Person Press

    A Free Story Sampler

    from

    Third Person Press

    Three stories from

    Undercurrents

    Airborne

    Unearthed

    Compilation © Third Person Press 2012

    Cover Artwork © Nancy S.M. Waldman

    Winter Bewitched first appeared in Undercurrents, published in 2008

    Mind Drifter first appeared in Airborne, published in 2010

    Mud Pies first appeared in Unearthed, published in 2012

    Copyright in the individual stories remains the property of the authors.

    All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission from Third Person Press, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

    This book contains works of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the authors’ imaginations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, entities or settings is entirely coincidental.

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    Third Person Press

    Email: thirdpersonpress@gmail.com

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    Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada

    What readers say about Third Person Press anthologies...

    "The 14 short stories [in Undercurrents]cover every genre from laser blasting space opera to murder mystery ghost stories to Twilight Zone-esque creepers....Many of the writers found surprising ways to use the title of the collection as a theme in their tales."

    ~ Ken Chisholm, Cape Breton Post

    "I'll be buying the next one in the series...just because the stories are darn good! If you are a fan of great short stories, especially those with enchanting otherworldly themes, you won't be disappointed in this one."

    ~ A. Mandadi, Amazon 5-star review

    "Airborne contains ghost stories, vampire fiction, future-gone-wacky tales and traditional hard-core science fiction...There’s no lack of fascinating stories in this book, with contributions from first-timers and seasoned pros."

    ~ Elizabeth Patterson, Chronicle-Herald

    Table Of Contents

    Title Page

    Reviews

    Winter Bewitched

    Mind Drifter

    Mud Pies

    End Matter

    Winter Bewitched is from Third Person Press’s first anthology, Undercurrents. You can find the links to purchase any of our anthologies at the end of this free sampler, or by clicking to www.thirdpersonpress.com

    Winter Bewitched

    by Sherry D. Ramsey

    We were six days out of Salabad when we crossed the sudden border into winter. One moment the air was warm and dry blowing down from the steppes, and then a frigid breeze sprang up, a rime of frost appeared on the trail ahead, and the sky darkened to the colour of yesterday’s gruel.

    I reined in the mare to slip my warm Surcyian cloak over my head, and Gemmin scampered ahead. When his paws hit the frost he turned back, a look of unmistakable dismay on his feline face. Three leaps took him from the ground to my shoulder. He kneaded his long toes into the collar of my cloak as a lock of my hair blew over the crown of his head, giving him a comical auburn topknot.

    Enchantments, Jalia, he nuzzled into my ear, in a tongue few mortals would have understood. Gemmin was most comfortable conversing in the words he’d taught me, the language of the strange, inaccessible place of his birth.

    I nodded. A witch, a curse, the usual sort of thing, I told him. If you can believe tavern tales told by a half-drunk barkeep. We were still in the steppes, and at least another fortnight’s travel from the higher altitudes where snow might normally be expected.

    Jalia wrote it down? Gemmin asked.

    Of course I did. What kind of scribe lets a good tale go to waste? At any rate, a frosty ground means we’ll have to find lodgings for tonight, whether we can afford it or not. I doubt we’re still being pursued. It was only the price of a meal, after all.

    Jalia beckons trouble always, Gemmin chided me, his whiskers and hot breath tickling my ear.

    I do not, I retorted, trying to nudge him off my shoulder without taking my hands from the reins. You know what happened wasn’t my fault. I sighed and shrugged, but Gemmin would not dislodge.

    Instead, Gemmin snorted delicately. I knew what he was thinking. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to get ahead. I called it bad luck; Gemmin ascribed it to bad planning. I twitched the cloak tighter around my shoulders and we rode in silence until the glow of street torches gleamed through the trees ahead. It was none too soon. The further we advanced into the eerie, unending winter of Aleram, the colder the wind nipped.

    It seemed the weather was keeping folks at home, and the inn had rooms open. Curious about the curse, I ate with little attention to the thin, lumpy stew and unblushingly sent Gemmin to eavesdrop on the nearby conversations. He’s a great talent at pretending to do inconsequential, catlike things while he’s really on a more complicated mission, and few folk notice that—while he is certainly catlike—he is most certainly not a cat.

    Spoke of the witch, he told me later, when we were ensconced in a great featherbed under arching whitewashed beams, he curled up on the pillow beside me. How to bring the end of the winter.

    Are they hatching a plan? I asked, because I wasn’t certain I’d want to be in town when a pack of local oafs confronted a witch who had the power to control the weather. Why hasn’t the Keliph done anything?

    Gemmin yawned widely, the sides of his rough pink tongue curling past dagger-sharp teeth. I hoped he’d retain his cat-form tonight. Gemmin never meant to frighten me, but sometimes his dreams caused an involuntary shapeshift. I didn’t enjoy waking to the companionship of a giant spider or many-toothed, otherworldly beast.

    No plan. Empty talk. Keliph’s fault, but too proud to admit it. So folk think.

    They were probably right.

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