As of today, the final book of the Warm Bodies series, THE LIVING, is officially out of print.
Funny to say that, since I’m the one who’s been printing it, but after two print runs and about three years of selling it on my website like a shady trenchcoat book dealer, I think it’s time to call it a job well done. All the copies in the warehouse are sold, and I will not be undertaking any more printings. If you bought one during these last three years, I thank you. If you’re just now discovering its existence, I apologize. There is always the ebook, if you can swing that way.
Normally, the hardcover is just the first stage in the life cycle of a book, and then it’s reborn as a paperback. That is still my hope for The Living, but for the moment, I’m letting it rest. In the very near future, I will be charging back into the publishing industry waving a new book and hopefully building a new career. I dream of a situation where I bring The Living with me and my new publisher takes pity on that bedraggled feral kitten, cleans it up, and gives it a home in bookstores. If that doesn’t happen, we can talk about the grim alternatives, like dumping it into the Amazon print-on-demand meat grinder. But for now, I’ll keep hoping.
So, if you’re coming to this post in shock that you missed your chance to finish R’s story, I’m sorry. Pushing awareness of this book’s existence through the fog was an incredible challenge. Again, the ebook is still available wherever fine ebooks are sold. Kindle, Apple, whathaveyou, it’s there, so if you REALLY want to finish the story, you still can. Also, I am currently gearing up to record an audiobook. More on that later.
For now, I leave you with some bittersweet photos from my very bittersweet journey through indie authoring. Here’s to never doing it again.
