Saturday, January 17, 2015

Buried Alive, You Say??

Good Morning Dear Reader,

I check in at the behest of my scribe, that odious young fellow who is determined to make his fortune (or at least a livable income) transcribing my earthly adventures during the first ordeal of the Cabal.  This young man has requested that I come here and shill for him, hoping I will do my part to peddle his petty writings.

And so, my friend, here I am.

The new rag is entitled Brick Brannigan is Buried Alive on the Faroe Islands! and is as ridiculous as it sounds.  Wherever slight exaggeration failed, hyperbole was welcomed, making this volume even more ridiculous than the first.

The news I am to deliver (as promised) is that this new "book" is now available online!  I'm sure that your collective breath can be released–as I'm certain you've been holding it now for what, 18 months?

Anyway, take a stroll over to the scribe's inventory of tales to see how it's available.

That's enough for me.

Until next time, my friends!

Excelsior!

-Brick


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Sunday, November 30, 2014

Nearly 11 Months Out...

Good Evening Dear Reader,

Good lord, it's been what, eleven months?  Lily and I have been on a hike through the Gobi, a desolate place if there ever was.  I believe the last image I shared with you was a shot of the Bullring in Sevilla, Spain–or as we world travelers call it: Sevilla.

Given this image, I imagine you're expecting a tale that, you know, involves this ring directly, eh?  Well, you'd be disappointed, dear reader.

Truth be damned, the ridiculous scribe in charge of marketing my adventures to the masses has decided to tweak the truth, as it were, effectively excising a few scenes involving Dr. Liliana Halifax and the Bullring of Sevilla.  Why?  That, dear reader, I can not tell you.  If you're curious, contact the young fool here.

Anyway, from what that knucklehead has shared via post, his second rag of lies is preparing to be released for his legion (he says "legions," in truth I imagine it would be a fiction to extend beyond approximately 4 people) of fans.

This second rag of lies is ostentatiously titled Brick Brannigan is Buried Alive on the Faroe Islands!, and I couldn't find it more ridiculous.  He sent me a proof copy for fact-checking.  I read it and submitted 44 pages of corrections before promptly adding the rag of lies to my pile of kindling.

If you would like to indulge in some fantasy yourself, I'll keep you apprised as to the progress of the new rag.  In the meantime, keep your hands dirty, and never stop exploring!

Excelsior!

-Brick


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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

That Next Tale...

Good Evening Friends,

I received word from that damnable author back stateside that he is working on the second fiction rag chronicling my adventures.  Frankly, I have not put much time into the first story, but some people somewhere must like it if he continues work on its follow-up.  Please, do not ask me who!

Anyway, I decided to write to complain a bit, giving a bit of a warning of what to expect.  He is apparently telling the loathsome tale of my time spent in the Faroe Islands (picaresque but ultimately rather unpleasant) and Lily's time spent in a number of places, albeit mostly Spain.

Ah, speaking of Spain, have you ever been to Spain?  A lovely place, let me tell you.  I've been all over the beautiful land, but I say my heart lies in Sevilla.  I do recommend a visit.  Take a walk through the Mercado de Triana, light a candle in the Catedral de Sevilla, and sit down for quite a show at La Plaza de toros de la Real Maestranza de Caballería de Sevilla.  What is that, you ask?


Why it's the bullring, of course!

And despite what the dilettante author chap will toss your way and call "literature," there are many great tales I could spin for you about this bullring.  Alas, I've neither the paper nor time to do so.

A thousand apologies for that.  I will leave you with this, a small history of the bullfight in Spain and the traditions associated with it.  Also, read up on the rabo de toro, the delicious tail of the bull.  Best enjoyed stewed!

Until next time, friends.  Excelsior!

-Brick


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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Return of the Writer

Good Morning All,

Brick's writer friend here, intercepting the big man's correspondence once again.  I want to keep you up to speed on other forays of mine into the oft romanticized world of letters.

Mosey on over to Gil's Grimoire to read a little about my new novel, The Zeros and The Man Who Could Not Die, which will be available very soon (and by very soon, I mean within the next 24 hours or so) is available now (at Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords)!!.  In the meantime, whet your appetite with the cover, courtesy of the incomparable Dean Kotz


Check back in for updates!

Much love and gratitude,

Eric

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Small Islands in Faraway Places!

Greetings my friends!

I've not much time, but I wanted to check in, as it seems Andrew's writer friend has been interfering with my correspondence.  Andrew tells me our tale is now available.  I guess I should be excited, but I'd rather get excited about traveling (and getting into adventures)!

If you've had the fortune of reading our first adventure, you'll know that my friends and I found ourselves on the great Faroe Islands, a wonderful and secluded batch of islands halfway between Iceland and Norway.


Unique for a number of reasons, but I'll give you one little chestnut.  On the Faroe Island of Streymoy there is a town called Kirkjubøur, in which there is a house called Kirkjubøargarður that is the oldest still-inhabited wooden house in the world--dating back to the 11th century.

Quite remarkable construction work!

Yes, I've been to Kirkjubøur.  Unfortunately, I've not been to Kirkjubøargarður.

I'll have to add it to my list!

Anyway, I must be on my way.  Keep checking in--I'll see that I do so, as well!

Excelsior, my friends!

--Brick


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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Frightening!


Good morning friends,

I am back state-side--hopefully not for long!--and I recently had the pleasure of visiting these frightening ruins.  Looks rather international, doesn't it?

Well it's not!  This foreboding castle lies in… Maryland?

Yes, that's right.  The image included was taken at a strange, abandoned park in Ellicott City, Maryland (believe it or not!).  Andrew and I took a stroll around the place, but in sooth did not last long because I found the strange ruins therein rather disturbing.

If you like you can investigate it for yourself, my friends.  Heed caution, though, because there are certainly strange things afoot in Ellicott!

All right, back to the classroom for me.

Take care, and excelsior!

--Brick

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Now Available?! Why, What Do You Mean?

Good evening friends,

This is your author speaking--having hijacked Brannigan's correspondence for a moment.  I've managed to release Brick's first grand tale, as you know by now it is called Brick Brannigan is Knee-Deep in Peril!  I myself really didn't think it was so bad a title.  Unfortunately, the Professor did not agree.

Regardless, I am undeterred!  The story is currently available as an ebook and will soon be available in print, as well.  You see, I had to take over to spread the word about these "ebook doohickies."  If I tried to explain them to the Professor, I do not think it would go too well (especially considering the conceit that these tales take place in the 1930s, to quote George Takei, "Oh my...").

But regardless of what the Professor would have you believe, this story is


So why not give it a read?  Visit the book's page to explore all the acquisition options!

Your true author,

Eric Bonkowski!

(All right, I'll return the reins of this mad contraption back to Brick once again.  But I'll be back!)

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