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Cover Reveal for Al Wendland’s Novel, The Man Who Loved Alien Landscapes

I first met Al Wendland in 2001 when I attended Seton Hill University in pursuit of a Master of Arts Degree in Writing Popular Fiction. Al was one of the co-creators of the program, which focused solely on genre fiction. His enthusiasm for the program was infectious, and I grew to love the program. I’ve been an avid Seton Hill supporter ever since. In fact, I loved the program so much that when they offered an MFA in 2011, I returned to Seton Hill U and earned that degree as well.
Al is now Program Director for the Seton Hill U Writing Popular Fiction MFA program. He first opened my eyes to the Sublime in writing. A concept I’d never heard of. The sublime is a term used in regard to the features present in a Gothic or Romantic piece of literature. It is concerned with the spiritual wonderment experienced by an individual after he or she is emotionally affected by an awe-inspiring situation that is almost always related to a scene of natural grandeur. For that reason I’m really looking forward to reading his novel. I’m pleased to take part in the cover reveal for The Man Who Loved Alien Landscapes!

What could draw poet, explorer, loner and paranoid Mykol Ranglen away from the relative peace of his own ring-in-space habitat?He has no choice in the matter as one by one acquaintances are murdered or disappear altogether. Propelled by ever changing and deepening mysteries Mykol embarks to uncover secrets which could make people rich beyond their wildest dreams…or tear apart human civilization.

The escalating quest takes him through worlds of many dangerous extremes, leading him to confront the deadly alien Fist of Thorns, extinct species refusing to give up their power over the future, and those racing against him to uncover the secret first. But in the course of his pursuit, he must also face his own secrets. And some of these are even more dangerous.

The Man Who Loved Alien Landscapes by Albert Wendland

Cover Art by Bradley Sharp

Foreword by William H. Keith

Space Opera Paperback coming from Dog Star Books in June 2014

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What They’re Saying About The Man Who Loved Alien Landscapes

“Mystery, heart-pounding adventure, and the dazzling wonders of far-flung space play significant roles in Wendland’s breakout novel, all while gifting us with a mesmerizing tour of alien landscapes destined to get under your skin and remind you of the very reason science fiction exists: Not to escape to other worlds, but to find ourselves within them.”
–Diana Dru Botsford, author of THE DRIFT and FOUR DRAGONS

Inside are alien worlds and titanic space habitats and a brilliant and paranoid hero, all skillfully blended together with long-vanished galactic secrets. Science fiction… good science fiction, by a college professor of literature who loves good SF.”
–From the foreword by William H. Keith, New York Times Bestselling Science Fiction Author

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Help! I’ve been infected by the “looked” virus!

This is in response to a challenge from talented and all-around-cool horror writer, Stephanie Wytovich. The challenge is to find the first instance of the work “looked” in your work-in-progress and post it, along with the paragraph before and after.

This is an excerpt from my work in progress, Poisonous Garden. The premise is: Written from the point of view of a person of undeterminable gender—Poisonous Garden is a love story between Palmer, an introverted artist, and the free-spirited but mysterious Jackie who disappears abruptly just after their love reaches an intense peak.

It’s finished except for the editing.

Excerpt from Poisonous Garden:

As we climbed the staircase, I had the familiar closing-in feeling. A dragon hung from the ceiling above the staircase, threatening to swoop down. On the approach to the large dance floor, people started to look strange. Little heads and big bodies. My heart sped up and my breathing became labored.

I concentrated on holding onto Jackie’s hand. She pulled me right onto the dance floor and I became surrounded by a whirling vortex of devils, witches and vampires. I thought I was going to pass out, so I immediately put in my earplugs. That made me feel insulated from the crowd, somewhat. I’d never danced before so I didn’t know what to do, but I matched their movements and in the crush of bodies I worked through the fear. Mostly I looked into Jackie’s eyes and she pulled me through.

Doran and Tim were dancing next to us. Tim with his white-guy awkwardness. Doran just into himself doing little moves. I was okay for a while, then as more people crushed in on us it got hard to breathe again. “Jackie,” I shouted over the din of music. “I need to go outside.”

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