I Am Marcus Fox: Back Cover Reveal
In two weeks, my debut novel, I Am Marcus Fox will be available for human consumption! It’s a pretty big deal, if you’re me. But that sort of gushing may be a subject for another time, another bloggy, another sunrise, another season, another reason, for making wordees.
Two Weeks! In the meantime, here’s a sneak peek at the back cover. It gives a bit of a taste of the story that lies within.
The back cover (as well as the front) was designed by Megan Dorazio. Thank you, Megan!
The Amazon blurb (forthcoming) has more meaty flesh on its bones. But I dig this abridged version as it allows the back cover to breathe. Oh, and that pose I’m making. I was totally caught off guard! This was me:
“Why hello, Mr. Photographer, whatsoever are you doing here? Did you just snap a picture of me whilst I was comfortably occupying this space here on my porch? I did not see you there. You are sneaky, aren’t you? Yes, this is how I always stand. Does it look natural? Oh, super. Just super. Say, if you wouldn’t mind, would you be a dove and send me a digital copy of that reproduced image taken of me acting perfectly normal in my 100 percent natural state? That would be swell. Thank you so much and I can’t wait to discuss the entirely coincidental nature of our meeting together at some future juncture.”
Yup. That was exactly how it went down — the photo shoot I didn’t even realize was taking place until after it was over. Epic.
In all seriousness (not that the above wasn’t), my corpulent head was shot by Ben Hale and I think he did a fine job, given his foppish subject matter. Take a look at some of his other work on his website and you will find a much more pleasant group of photographic individuals. The man does great work with all kinds of unique specimens!
If you have any nagging questions concerning my back cover matter, they will be answered in full May 7. That is when I will be letting Marcus loose of his cage.
Having said that, I’m actually a little frightened of what he might do once the shackles come off. Meh. I’m sure it’ll be fine.
The man truly cannot wait. Indeed. He is foaming at the mouth.
Behave yourself, Marcus!
And, for the Google SEO bots dangling out there in the cheap seats, the following is the full text of what was just presented in the image above. Party on bots.
I Am Marcus Fox
By Bryon Cahill
Back cover copy
Texas, 1967. Marcus Fox is born to notorious outlaw parents who are always on the run. Hiding out in cheap motels between heists, young Marcus’s favorite pastime is listening to his father tell tall tales. He also secretly yearns for any glimmer of love from his monstrous mother. But those banks and roadside diners aren’t going to rob themselves.
Zambia, Africa, 1973. Six-year-old Marcus Fox is abandoned. Adopted by a local tribesman and his wife, he learns their ways and survives along the Zambezi River. As he grows, Marcus becomes an experienced hunter and fights unimaginable beasts for his supper. But the one animal he can’t best is the ferocious lion within.
The lines between reality and fantasy blur as Marcus, an unreliable narrator, navigates his most penetrating memories. In retelling his hero’s journey, Marcus reminisces on tragedy and farcical comedy, terror and psychological warfare. At times, he will even question his own sanity.
Never faltering in his tale, Marcus paints an unbelievable story with larger-than-life bravado. But his overconfidence may just shake him apart and disrupt the infinite, swirling cosmos.
Available May 7