I received some galleys for The Iron Hunt today. Looks pretty. Nice to hold in my hands. Actually, who am I kidding? Feels great. Anyway, I should probably start thinking about promoting this book. How about I start with the first paragraph of Chapter One?

I was standing beside a former priest in the small secondary kitchen of a homeless shelter, trying to convince an old woman that marijuana was not a substitute for sugar, when a zombie pushed open the stainless steel doors and announced that two detectives from the Seattle Police Department had arrived.

Longer excerpt coming soon. I promise.