About imPerfect Magic:
After hundreds of years of dying, you’d think I would’ve perfected it by now….
One moment I’m a heretical priest in the twelfth century, hunted, hated…the next, I’m waking up in the nearest corpse. Stuck in a cycle of instant reincarnation, popping back up like a tarnished penny.
Fast forward 800 years, and you might think I’ve learned a thing or two. Nope. All I’ve learned is how to die far too easily, far too often.
Now my territory in the South of France is under threat and I find myself trapped by impossible angel-made runes. If the angels have gone full red lightsaber evil, it might not only be my territory in danger, but the whole of reality itself….
I need to stop whoever is behind this, and now. After all, you can’t come back to life, if there’s nothing left to come back to.
imPerfectMagic is the first book in The imPerfect Cathar series, a darkly funny supernatural suspense following a trio of immortal heretics. If you can’t wisecrack while death is on the line? Well… perhaps you’re not dying right.
This book contains strong language, dark humour, and graphic violence.
Described by best-selling author Heather G. Harris as ‘the best debut novel I’ve ever read’ and by a Goodreads reviewer as ‘if Terry Pratchett wrote the Dresden Files’. Discounted for a limited period to only 99c.
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Author Bio:
It’s been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near-extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they’re going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper’s overalls. C.N. Rowan (“Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father”) came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he’s a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South-West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he’d have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again – joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.)
With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth-floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he’s done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He’s particularly proud of the work he’s done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.
He’d love to hear from you so drop him an email here – chris@cnrowan.com