Another Post on Free (pirated) Downloads

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Okay, so here goes.

You can't download Arclight for free.

This isn't some plea against online piracy; it's a simple fact. You cannot download Arclight for free. You cannot download Arclight for profit. You cannot download Arclight for a bushel of bananas meant to pay-off the monkeys at my keyboard.

You can't download Arclight period.

Arclight is still in processing. It has no cover. It doesn't exist as an ARC (advanced reader copy) yet. It doesn't exist as an e-book. It doesn't exist as a PDF. It exists on my hard-drive, and that of my editor, and if you find a way to snatch it out of the aether in the space between either of those two locations, then the FTC would likely want some unhappy words with you for hacking. (I don't know if that's true or not, btw.)

My point is -- dear person who keeps Googling "Arclight book download free" -- it ain't gonna happen, okay?

Repeat after me:

You can't download Arclight.

You can't download Arclight.

You can't download Arclight.

And if you could, you certainly wouldn't find the means to do it on my blog. (Seriously, think about the absurdity of that assumption for a minute.)

The book isn't in its final form, which means it hasn't been copyedited or formatted or any of that other stuff that has to happen before "a book" is "A BOOK!!!"

(I should also add: No, I won't send you a copy in Word, even if you're really, really nice about how you ask. I'll err on the side of flattery for the request, but still -- no.)

I will, however, leave you with this. It's part of the poem Darkness, by Lord Byron (1816), and something I'd love to have at the front of Arclight when it's finished (which it's not...).

Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:

And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,

And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:

A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.

5 Chiming In:

Nikki said...

Sigh. Okay, Josin. You totally caught me. I'll stop. I just really, really, really wanted to read your book. From now on, I'll stick to pirating with my eye patch and peg leg. Arghhhhh. Or begging our agent to "accidentally" share that file with me. Oh, Suzie...?

Pirates suck. But I love that poem! So cool.

Josin L. McQuein said...

*makes note to send Suzie dummy Arclight for purposes of sending to sneaky agent-sisters*


Bonnie @ A Backwards Story said... did I NOT know you'd found a publisher? Ack, exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hugs and congratulations*

Michael Seese said...

Oi! The nerve of some people! On the other hand, I suppose it is flattering...

Anonymous said...

LOL, some people are crazy. I guess we can consider it flattery...

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