Posts Tagged ‘Tender Is the Bite’



September 29th, 2023 Posted 8:15 am

There seems to be a lot of politics happening! Chet defines it (sort of) in Tender Is The Bite, which is on sale digitally – $2.99! $2.99! – for two more days. With inflation the seller may end up owing you!





September 9th, 2023 Posted 10:22 am

If you’ve been to any of my talks you’ve probably heard me go on (ad nauseam) about thematic material. Here, from Tender Is The Bite ($2.99 digital for all of September!), an example:
We turned into the driveway and got out of the car. Mr. Heydrich and Mr. Parsons were both hammering signs into their yards, one red, one blue, and as they hammered they exchanged glares and hammered even harder.

Wet! Red!


September 6th, 2023 Posted 7:57 am

“I’d say Chet mouthed you more than bit you.”
Mouthed? I’d only mouthed? Oh, no! How bad of me! What could I do to make up for this … this failure? That was the only way to put it.
“Mouthed?” Heydrich screamed, his eyes sort of bugging out in a way that reminded me of a guy Bernie and I sometimes saw on the History Channel. “Then where did all this blood come from?”
Bernie crouched down, peered more closely at Heydrich’s leg. “This?” he said, pointing. “I’m not sure we can call that blood.”
“What is wrong with you? Wet! Red! Blood!”
I was actually on Heydrich’s side in this argument, a strange development.
(From Tender Is The Bite – digital version $2.99 for all of September! And while you’re there, you could preorder Up on the Woof Top, the next Chet and Bernie, coming Oct. 17!)



September 3rd, 2023 Posted 9:05 am

Sundays is for beginnings, where we take a look at the start of one of my novels. Since we already did Up on the Woof Top (pub date Oct. 17, preorderable) next book in the Chet and Bernie series – which can be read in any order! – how about we do the beginning of Chapter Two? (Senator Wray, mentioned here, plays a big role in Tender Is The Bite, the digital version of which is on sale for $2.99 for Sept. With inflation that’s basically nothing.)

Aside from Bernie, I’ve heard other speakers, Senator Wray, for example, although maybe not a senator anymore – can you still be a senator when you’re wearing an orange jumpsuit and breaking rocks in the hot sun? Right there is the kind of thing I don’t know, but we’re way off course because what I was getting to was the fact that every single one of those speakers had notes in hand, sometimes cards, sometimes – as in Bernie’s case, a bunch of papers, which had gotten away from him, perhaps more than once, but that might have been his sense of humor, and there’d certainly been lots of laughter, especially the first few times it happened – but I’d never seen a speaker with no notes at all, not until now.
Dame Ariadne Carlisle held no notes. All she had was a gold pen, a big fat one, dangling from the fingers of one hand. Here’s something crazy. I wanted that big fat gold pen, wanted it bad. Normally I don’t chew on metal, but I was sure that this gold pen would be charmingly springy to chew on, as long as I didn’t really chew but just sort of held it in my mouth, not too hard, not too soft, but just right. That, by the way, is the kind of thing I do know.


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