Cienfuegos

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enjoi
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Man, I hate doing this sort of thing, this whoring stuff. Be that as it may, my debut collection, Cienfuegos, was just released on Brown Paper Publishing. This collection had its origins over at the Velvet.

Blame Wickerkat.

If you are of the mind, a free PDF version can be found at BPP's new site.

I hope you guys dig it, and I'm pretty sure you'll see me around these parts again.

damien_mayfair
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congrats man. i'm sampling a bit of it via the free download, thanks for that.

aushatch0206
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Very cool man!

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Thanks, guys. I hope you like them. Even if you didn't, I'd love to hear what you thought.

wickerkat
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fantastic - this is some great fiction guys, pick it up, easy to read in short bursts too, well worth the $5

Here is my official blurb:

In Cienfugeos, Chris Deal writes about solitude, loss, and the cold certainty of death, a chill running over you as the stories unfold, and then, he drops you into a furnace of hate and mysticism, the short, fractured stories abruptly over with nothing left but an echo. These are all in the same world, in different worlds, in the mirrored reflection of places that seem familiar, and yet, are not at all what you thought you knew, unexpected and piercing. You could call this a collection of flash fiction, and that would be correct if you meant blinding white light, a crack of violent thunder, and the distant shrieks of babies crying, mothers unsettled and father frowning, arms crossed in defiance. These are moments in time, a snatch of conversation, the last visions of dented souls bound for other places. His work is visceral, haunting and always steeped in history, ancient tales made new. This is the tip of the iceberg in so many ways.