Most Dangerous Announcements

Finished!

posted Sep 4, 2012, 4:29 PM by Sanger Rainsford   [ updated Sep 13, 2012, 4:16 AM ]

Taking a year and a week, I can now officially announce the release of my second book The Most Dangerous Game: A Taste for Game. If you have even the slightest affinity for Richard Connell's short story, then I feel confident you'll enjoy this companion tale. A Taste for Game picks up where Connell left off - Rainsford returned from the sea and none too happy with Zaroff's little game.

This is not a short story. It closer to a long novella or short novel, depending on how you look at it.

As of this moment, it's available only in digital form. Hard copy version will be available in 6 months time.

Where I Write

posted Jul 23, 2012, 8:52 AM by Sanger Rainsford

One thing I've grown more curious about is how an author goes about creating his or her work. I'm beginning to have a better understanding of that process these days; or, at least, how I go about creating a story. I thought that reading and seeing a few of the steps I go through might prove interesting to a handful of you. 

Click on the picture to see and read more.

Dangerous Update for June:

posted Jun 2, 2012, 9:21 AM by Sanger Rainsford

Sanger and Zaroff are closing in on an end to their stories after being put through a veritable meat grinder of physical and emotional punishment.

So yes, this means that after a slight lull in May, progress on A Taste for Game has returned to normal. Huzzah! The end promises to be most fitting, though that truly is for you -as a reader and lover of "The Most Dangerous Game", to decide. I want you to know I put many hours into planning the events in the story and they're respectful to both the original source material and the characters.

Here's another teaser for you to savor, a little flavor text:

Made of black marble, the fireside shared the same impression of gloomy immovability everything else in the stronghold seemed to emit, and yet it drew his attention, specifically the towering mirror above the dulled mantle. Of French design, the gold-leafed looking-glass had been fixed so as to angle down and capture only those who would stand directly before the fire-pit. Rainsford saw only himself reflected in it as light from the flames set a reddish blush about him. Peeking up from under hooded brows, he had the eerie sensation of looking, not at himself, but at some lonely and distracted stranger. The more he looked, the more the details that made him recognizable evaporated, like an artistic portraiture belonging to another man. His study of the pitiable creature in the mirror, left him detached -at once disconcerting and mesmerizing.

Zaroff was invisible to him.

And some more...

Outside, Rainsford fought turning back and looking to where Zaroff’s corrupt construct loomed behind him like a guillotine blade, but he could not resist and peered over his right shoulder catching a heavy slice of it. The rising stone walls, seamlessly fitted, made the place look like a fairytale fortress, and he considered how the sun, high enough to cast directly against the walls, came off as dull upon the towering edifice, leaving a brackish smear to blotch an otherwise perfect cobalt sky. Even the tall windows, sunken and appearing raked by long fingernails from a monster hand, refused to reflect the morning’s glory. Any hint of vitality came in the form of various mosses and lichens holding onto the lowest roofs in melancholy desperation against the ripping winds.

Want still a spoonful more? Email me and I'll zip another section to you.





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