DRISKLEF:


Larrysun where art thou?
Has he called you, bro?

Hmmmm.

classbooks:
larrysun, i am Adeniyi Quadri nd a publisher. Give me a call in the afternoon tomorow nd lets see if we can work things out

LarrySun:
This is a very good thread. I am in the same situation here.

I want to publish my Kanu: The Journal of a Rogue in hard copy too. I have done a good editing job on it, and designed a perfect cover too. My problem now is the financial constraints. I am too financially hard up to afford even a hundred thousand naira.

I am very, very certain people would love the story. It's not too long and no dull moment. It's filled with a lot of actions and lessons. I am even ready to do the marketing myself. I'll appreciate it if anyone can help a brother.

Here is an excerpt from the book:

I sat at the edge of the bed and watched the limp rascal. He was totally withered, much like a deceased fish. I watched him closely. His breathing was shallow. The sweat oozing from his forehead showed that he would be coming about soon. I bent down before him and removed the boots he wore. I also relieved his loops of the belt.

Less than five minutes later, he came slowly awake. He was groaning but his eyes were still shut. I had no patience for such nonsense. I reached out and gave him a hard slap. His eyes came wide open. He looked up at me with surprise etched on his face. I knew he couldn't see me in the darkness. I had covered my face with a cap.

"Who are you?" He asked nervously, his voice registering panic, "What do you want with me?"

I thickened my voice and said, "We're going to have a long night, my friend."

"What am I doing here?"

"You're here to get entertained." I replied, still retaining my thick voice. My captive was about five years older than I was.

"Entertained?" He looked dumb.

"Yes, entertained, my friend. Two weeks ago, you had fun. You raped a girl and urinated on her. In short, you had the best entertainment when she was shot dead. You're a true Scarecrow. I'm just here to make sure the fun doesn't end. Unfortunately this time around, you're the victim. I'm assuring, however, that you're not going to be raped or urinated on. A new kind of fun would be introduced."

"Who are you? How did you know about all these? Are you a Southpaw? I see that you're holding the knife in your left hand. What is your business with our activities? You guys should do your things and allow us to do ours."

I smiled. No, I actually laughed. "If I were a Southpaw, you would already be dead. And I wouldn't be the one killing you. I just don't want that to happen. I want to give you the chance of atoning for your sins."

The nonentity laughed. "If you're not a Southpaw," he said, "Then you must have a lot of balls taking me hostage. How dare you take a Crow hostage? You want to die?"

I stared at him in speculation for about seven seconds before I suddenly picked up the screwdriver and stabbed him on the left thigh. He screamed like a bat.

"Listen to me, you piece of garbage. I'm not here to sing you a lullaby. The only person who would be dying here is you. Let's see who has the real balls here."

The cover art is attached below.

Cc: Seun, lalasticlala, kindly help us out with front page. Thank you.

Mynd44:

Thanks

LarrySun:
There is a long story going on. It's titled Black Maria.