Weirdbook #36 has just been released.  I was lucky enough to have an early look at some of the amazing stories inside, and this is a fantastic issue! Kindle is live and print is moments away.

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My first time as a cover author – Thank you Doug and Wildside Press.

Keep this groundbreaking magazine alive and well –

Buy a copy today. Tell everyone you know. Weirdbook is here to stay.

Paperback Giveaway – CyberWeird Stories

Here’s a wonderful opportunity to get a free paperback copy of CyberWeird Stories with free shipping to your home.  Seven books in all are being offered. Sign up to win.

https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/2ff43762034a5626

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Exciting News!

Alexander Doddy has finish narrating the book, and his rendition is amazing. I can’t wait for everyone to hear it. ACX is reviewing it now, and I’ll let you know as soon as it’s approved.  Stay tuned.

H.P. Lovecraft Giveaway

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H.P. Lovecraft was a master storyteller and creator. As an enormous fan, I hope this hardcover giveaway of a collection of his greatest works inspires other writers and takes readers to unimagined places. As a bonus for the confirmed winner, send me a message through Facebook or Goodreads to receive a free Amazon gift e-copy of CyberWeird Stories. Enter to win – https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/80cc8229f3ace2d6

Andy Weir – The Author who wrote The Martian – is speaking at the Fleet Science Center in San Diego – Don’t miss it! Besides The Martian, he wrote a short fan fiction set in Ernest Cline’s Ready Player One universe called Lacero.

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The short was included in later prints and is not to be missed as it adds a very interesting plot twist as well as providing some commentary on how the virtual reality pendulum can swing too far and end up hurting the real world. Again, an exiting event with tickets still available.   I was lucky enough to get my hands on an ARC copy of Artemis at Comic Con 2017 with a release date in Nov..  It’s an amazing read!  Pre-order it now.  If your around San Diego, come see a Californian author whose 2nd book is bond to be on screen in no time!

Giveaways and Reviews

Congratulations to the 10 winners of Goodreads giveaway who will receive the first 10 signed and dated copies of the limited one hundred I plan to distribute.  The giveaway was amazing and having 555 readers request a copy of CyberWeird Stories was inspiring. Thank you for your interest and support. I am running similar giveaways for e-book and unsigned copies of both my short stories and the complete collection on Amazon – Search for Giveaways and D.C. Lozar.

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In other news, I want to thank Book Review Village and William Bitner, Jr. for the fantastic five star review they gave CyberWeird Stories.  His site and reviews are an amazing resource for enthusiastic readers and well worth a visit.

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I finished reading “Cyberweird Stories: A Contagious Collection of Short Stories and Poems” by D.C. Lozar yesterday, but needed a day to travel back to reality before I sat down and wrote a review. I want to first say thank you to D.C. Lozar for gifting me an e-copy of this book. Thank you Dave, it was quite an experience. This is a collection of 23 short stories and a few poems. While the cyberpunk theme is pretty apparent in most of the stories, there are many layers to some of the other stories, where no emotion is safe or left untouched. D.C. touches on every emotion and beyond, especially in the poems in this book. Some of the stories were on the edge of Lovecraftian. Surrealism played a big part in many of the stories…so much so that I had to take a break after reading one story before starting another. The perspective and imagery in the stories were unique and multi-layered. I think the thing I like the most about this read is that is did not follow the rules of the genre, at least that’s my take on it. We would go from the most surreal story to a poem about 9/11 with such emotion and introspection. I also noticed that, and I’m not sure if it was intentional, that the color green played a big part in many of the stories. From taste, touch and smell there were greens, emeralds, jades and mints in eye color, landscapes and aromas. There is much to take from this read if you just allow yourself to let go, and be there for the mind blast journey that D.C will take you on. I look forward to reading more of D.C. Lozar and highly recommend this read to anyone who wants an intelligent, mindful and well throughout piece of wordsmithing. It’s fun to imagine where D.C. live in him imagination, it must be so much fun there!

Synopsis (from back cover): A collection of weird short stories that vivisect the concepts of transhumanism, steampunk, and cyberpunk in worlds that have evolved from our quest for immortality and innovation. From robots with contagious diseases to space explorers who stumble upon the birthplace of the Cthulhu, these stories twist preconceptions around the twin spindles of horror and science fiction to weave plots that will make you feel like you’ve just picked up a pulp fiction magazine from the 1920’s published in the 21st century.

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The audiobook is being reordered by Alexander Daddy, and I’ve heard his narration of the first story and was amazed. We’re all in for a treat. His characterization and timing are impeccable. I’ll let you know as soon as I release it which should be in early August.

I’m working finishing the format and copyediting for a hardcover version and this will be available through Barnes & Noble in the coming weeks. I’m also releasing a 2nd edition copy of the print book on Ingram spark, but the first edition is still available through Amazon.

Once again, thanks to everyone for your support and enthusiasm.

Keep it weird,

Dave.

CyberWeird First Print Signed Goodreads Giveaway – Good Luck

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CyberWeird Stories is finally finished. The cover is amazing and I couldn’t be happier with the fantastic stories inside. Available in e-book and print with the audiobook due to be released in late July. Thanks to everyone for your encouragement and support. The long wait is over just in time for your summer reading.

A boy bends down to examine a tiny bug on the cement. It has too many legs, mean pinchers, and its black shell glints metallically in the afternoon sun. Fascinated, he pokes at the wriggling creature with a twig and waves over his friends. A crowd approaches, but the bug is gone. Frantic, the boy slaps at his sleeves, runs his fingers through his hair, searching for the little monster that he knows has somehow gotten under his skin.

These stories are like that.

In the past, science fiction and horror writers were philosophic soothsayers who warned the public about scenarios that wouldn’t appear for decades. Now, the impossible happens the day after we think of it.

Nursing homes run by robots, androids that contract cancer, criminals sentenced to virtually experience their crimes as if they where the victims, printed people, children trapped in neo-ghost-cities were the adults have disappeared, and a space explorer who finds the homeland of H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.

These are just a few of the fascinating stories you’ll find wriggling across these pages.

Just be careful they don’t get under your skin.

The New War

I’ve been busy editing a collection of short stories I hope to put out in June or July 2017 – I’m making cuts, fine-tuning and rearranging some previously published pieces, and writing a few new ones – The working title is Cyberweird Stories.

For this post, I thought I’d share a poem I wrote the day after the twin towers were hit.

Towers of Light in Lower Manhattan

The New War

By D.C. Lozar

Shadows unseen attacked at first light.

We bled but knew not whom to fight.

The year was two thousand and one.

Our golden age of innocence was done.

Misled arrows directed by hate

Opened the door to our new fate.

Blazing flames engulfed twin towers,

Symbols of freedom’s united powers.

A third blameless missile deepened our pain.

What was all this death meant to gain?

America looked to the thorn in its side

And found a wound gaping wide.

Mothers and Fathers would come home no more,

Full family circles now made poor.

Eyes open wide, mouths drawn tight,

Even our children knew all was not right.

Evil has raised its cowardly head.

Tears fill our eyes as we bury the dead.

One is too many, two too much.

Loved ones never again to touch.

The fourth guiltless bullet dropped to the ground,

Disarmed by heroes newly found.

Our Nation’s strength is suddenly clear.

Men and Women bound together against their fear.

We are one people, one hand, one fist.

They went for our heart, and by God, they missed.

Stand with your brother, your neighbor, your friend.

This is the message we will send.

As a family rocked by sorrow,

We swear to make a new tomorrow

Where faceless promoters of worldly terror

Will know just how much we care.

A war we declare on a group unknown.

They will pay dearly as we set the tone.

We pledge to find and destroy all that is dark.

We will not forget this searing mark.

Those who would keep shadows hidden from sight

Will find us eager and ready to fight.

No longer will there be safety in hate.

Evil and terror we will eliminate.

We will look past color, culture, and prayer.

Each life we will examine with precious care.

But if terror is the basis of your belief,

You will feel the full fury of our grief.

Nations will unite at last,

Leaving behind their troubled past.

Call to your neighbors and hold their hand.

This world is everyone’s home, life, and land.

Shadows at first light were aimed at our hearts

Only to find that we are more than our parts

September 11, two thousand and one,

The New War has just begun.

Human Harvest – Immortal Race

What if we learned how to live forever by transferring our minds into new bodies? There are limited resources. Not everyone contributes to society in a meaningful way. How do you decide who deserves this new immortality?

You test your children.

Emma is determined be one of the first twenty of her fifty siblings to cross the finish line in a race designed to weed out the chaff so she can earn citizenship in Amaca. How much is she willing to sacrifice to get what she wants?

Where do the new bodies come from?

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Violet’s bare feet slapped the snow-white metal floor, a rhythmic tap-tap-tapping sound, which rang shamefully down the long corridor. She had slept in, woken alone, and nearly vomited on seeing the time. Missing class was one thing; missing Chaff Day, well, that was a nightmare come to life.

This was her fault. Not two days ago, she had had a full-on conniption when Naomi woke her before morning bells. Everyone had seen it, had stood back as it happened, and so, as penance for being a total slice to wake up, they had let her sleep – thanks guys.

She tore off her clothes, wadded them into a ball, and tossed the mass into a wall pit as she veered to the right. The hallway narrowed and dipped. She heard the applause, the enthusiasm of the crowd, and felt her heartbeat double in her chest.

“Outfit 1910A,” she yelled.

A gear-and-piston wall panel opened, and Violet snatched up the folded race clothes of a novice. Changing mid-run, her legs and arms flailing ridiculously, she cursed as her shorts tore along one side. Fine. Perfect. Now, it would be a real show.

There was no way to put on her shoes, a pair of green mag-levs, while running, so she tucked them under an arm and poured on the speed.

The corridor snaked to the left, widened, and spat Violet out into the open air of the stadium. Blinding sunlight and the familiar oven-heat of the metal track slid like puzzle pieces into her mind, and her worries evaporated – This was Chaff Day!

The stands were filled with Amacan citizens and their robots. News cameras zipped like angry flies around the track, regurgitating their sticky images onto the floating projection vids above the arena.

On screen, Violet’s desperate run down the corridor – a bed-headed demon-blur of naked flesh – replayed in slow motion for all of Amaca to see.

They knew she was late!

Did they know she missed sessions?

A cold sweat formed on the back of Violet’s neck as she jogged to where her family, a pod of forty-nine, waited.

“You blew it,” snickered Steve. At seventeen, muscular and dim-witted, he was the class tough. “They’re going to disqualify you for skipping class.”

“I was there.” Violet pushed charcoal-black hair out of her face and stuck her tongue out at him. It was a childish move, but the fly-cameras loved it. “Check your band.”

Bell, her best friend, and sister, looked up from the digital visiband they all wore. Her soft gray eyes widened with amazement. “But, I didn’t see you there.”

“I was in the back,” said Violet, bending to pull on her shoes. She loved mag-levs. They made her feel like she was flying. “Just came in late.”

Steve’s narrow mouth tightened with confusion as he scrolled through the morning roster. His green eyes burned. “This is wrong.”

Violet shrugged and moved to tighten Bell’s shoes; the smaller girl never locked them properly. Looking up, she smiled reassuringly. “You’re going to do great.”

Blinking back nervous tears, Bell nodded. She was blond, tan, and wiry. “You to.”

“You hacked it,” said Steve, awestruck. “You hacked your band!”

Violet sprang at him, her fist descending. “Did not!”

Cont.