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A Hero By Any Other Name

Silence in the Library Publishing has put out a brand new anthology and is a collection of superhero stories. It's a fantastic collection and I'm very proud of it. First off, it has stories from Michael Stackpole and Aaron Allston in it. And a story by me.

My story, called "Changing The Game," is about the sidekick half of the Kid Sleuth and the Inspector team.

Each of the stories is illustrated by Mark Dos Santos, and has a cover by Dennis Loubet. Here's a full breakdown of authors and stories:

  • Aaron Allston - Retreads
  • Janine Spendlove - Stupendous Sparkle
  • Maxwell Alexander Drake - The Kid
  • Bryan Young - Changing the Game
  • Maggie Allen - A Marvelous New World 
  • R.T. Kaelin - All-Star
  • Ron Garner - Hero Today, Gone Tomorrow 
  • Jean Rabe - Mortar's Ovation
  • Michael A. Stackpole - Need to Know
It is now on sale through Amazon, but you can buy it here directly, $15 + shipping, at a much better benefit to the authors. 

In fact, this is another instance of Silence in the Library publishing (the first being Time Traveled Tales) where the proceeds are split equally among the others and not funneled through all the overhead of a publishing company. If you buy it from us, more money is going into the pockets of the authors and artists behind this book in an equitable way that would be unheard of for traditional publishing.

You can get it on Amazon, or I can ship it to you directly via the paypal button below:

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