An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

When you kill someone it should be quick and they never know it's coming. One instant they are alive and the next they are dead and there is nothing in between. Maybe I believe this because I care or maybe because that's how I want it to happen to me. We stood just inside the thick woods and talked and joked and I waited. A truck thundered by on the black asphat and rain drenched highway a quarter mile away and I shot Michael Crispin. He was alive and then he was dead and nothing in between.

An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

Robbing banks isn't my specialty. It isn't a skill I have. It isn't even something I'd done before but here I was. In the first ten seconds Victoria had the place under control with a precision of psychopathic elegance that one could only be impressed with. In the next ten seconds we were in the back pounding open safety deposit box 1277 and hoping it was the right one. We had ten seconds to be right.

I know everyone has been doing match-3 finger exercises and visual match training in preparation for Scurvy Scallywags in The Voyage to Discover the Ultimate Sea Shanty: A Musical Match-3 Pirate RPG or SSITVTDTUSS:AMMTPRPG for short and it's almost here!

A build has been submitted to the App Store and now we wait. And wait. And wait.

But to make the waiting more bearable, here is the amazing game play trailer Clayton put together:

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An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

Thomas was fast enough to be across the room and have his hands around my throat before I could pull the trigger. Before I could think of pulling the trigger. So I never stopped looking at him. I never blinked. My gun never wavered. I just stared. I wanted to look at Victoria fumbling and clawing at the silver box.  She couldn't find a way to open it. There wasn't a lid or a ridge or a seam she could get into.  It was an impenetrable box that terrified me as much as it made Victoria angry. I never blinked. Thomas was waiting for just that right instant of a fraction of a moment. Then it happened. Victoria got the box open and nothing would ever be the same.

An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

I don't believe in demons, but walking into that alley made me question my faith in everything and I hoped I was right about the demons.  The rain fell pure and clean from above and was rancid and corrupt before it hit the ground. I fumbled and felt in the dark, afraid to touch anything for too long so the fear of what it might be would never become real. I finally found what I was looking for. Right where I hoped it wouldn't be. I kicked it lightly with my boot and then hard enough to flipped it over. Fuck you Thomas. Fuck you all the way to hell.

An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

Mountain was a man who fit his name. He sat behind his large oak desk and made it look small. His office was on the sixth floor of a condemned building and decorated in wall to wall tacky and I hated being there. But when you needed information, Mountain was who you saw. He turned the silver box over and over in his large hands and fat fingers while it seemed to hypnotize him. The box was something different to everyone. It made Victoria angry and made Thomas happy. For me it was every human fear crammed into a five inch cube.  It scared me and I didn't want anything to do with it. But we had a job to do. Failing at that job would be unthinkable.

An excerpt from the novel I'm not writing:

I stood under the bridge for going on an hour. Thinking and lost. The river churned a few feet away as it carried sludge and filth to and from the city with equal ease. Only the desperate and forgotten come here and now I was part of that club. I don't know how long she had been standing there before I noticed her, but it was too long. Who the hell are you, I said. Victoria, she said, and I have a proposition for you. What the hell, I thought. The river will always be here. But I was wrong about that. I was wrong about a lot of things.