New release! *Genesis* – Part I of the Idolatry Series.

I’m pleased to announce the release of Genesis, Part I of the Idolatry series. “In the twilight of the Roman Empire, a sculptor struggles to keep an 800-year dream alive while honoring the love of his life and raising his adoptive son. Part I of the *Idolatry* series, an epic story in five parts.” Only $2.99. Your reviews are so very much appreciated! http://www.amazon.com/Genesis-Idolatry-Book-Quent-Cordair-ebook/dp/B00MUWOWDW

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Now Available — “The Match”

 

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In “The Match,” Elizabeth thinks that her boyfriend, the detective, may be ready to propose, but when conversation takes an unexpected turn, she must decide how much to reveal about a collection of books and an encounter with the law on a night when life and death hung in the balance.” Now available @  http://www.amazon.com/The-Match-ebook/dp/B00CTWYBKC 

Reviews of Cordair’s short-story collection, *Lunch Break*:

“The stories are full of beautiful lines, priceless events, and unexpected plot twists – from a meaning-packed ‘I can and I do’ in ‘A Prelude to Pleasure,’ to a knee to the groin in ‘The Seduction of Santi Banesh,’ to countless others that I dare not mention for fear of robbing you of the pleasure of reading the stories yourself.” – The Objective Standard

“Could you read these during your lunch break? Yes. Will you want to? No. You won’t want to rush yourself. You’ll want to pour yourself a glass of wine, snuggle into your favorite chair, turn off your phone, and spend every luxurious minute that you can immersing yourself in these stories.” – Elizabeth O’Brien, author of English Grammar Revolution

“…well worth the price. If you haven’t read any of Quent’s stories yet, I almost envy you. I’m waiting eagerly for more.” – Dianne Durante, author of the Forgotten Delights series

“…it is fuel for the spirit; it is an affirmation of life and what is good. That he writes beautifully and imaginatively adds to the reading pleasure.” – Michael Wilkinson, Sculptor

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Excerpt from “The Match”

“Oh, Frank – this is gorgeous.”

“I thought you might like it.”

He pulled her chair out for her. It was a cozy, candlelit table for two in a private corner of the restaurant, with a view of the moonlit garden and the fire in the stone fireplace. The table linens were soft cream, the flatware was real silver, the china was real china. The champagne chilling tableside was from Elizabeth’s favorite winery – their finest blanc de blanc too, not the label available in the stores. Surely this was a very special occasion. Could it be that he – ? Was it possible that he might – ? She didn’t dare think it. Wouldn’t dare hope it.

It didn’t matter though, not really. Frank was more dashing than ever, with his fresh haircut, polished shoes and pressed suit, wearing the cologne she had given him for his birthday, the one that stirred her to her toes. Judging by the way he had been looking at her since pulling up to the house in the rented limousine, she knew she had made the right choice, with the little black dress and the pearls and the matching earrings. Simple, just like he liked it. “No distraction from the main attraction,” as he liked to say. Sure, they were only freshwater pearls, but she knew he didn’t care. She had found new shoes, too, for the occasion – black with laces double-crossing up the ankle and three small beads down the front to match the pearls. Tonight he was king, and she was, well, if not yet queen – but no matter – she was the happiest and most honored subject in the kingdom. His kingdom. All his . . .

As he returned the waiter’s greeting, she continued gazing dreamily, unable to take her eyes off of him as the waiter removed the foil from the champagne cork, unwound the wire and gently twisted the bottle. At the cork’s pop, she started and suppressed a laugh. As the sweet, exquisitely small bubbles rose in her glass, she had to work to contain the thrill of delight and expectation rising with them. And Frank – her dear Frank – was watching her face in the candlelight and smiling. When the waiter backed away, her eyes were moist.

He raised a toast.

“To us,” he said.

“To us,” she answered.

Already she couldn’t wait for him to take her home…..

(Stay tuned! The story will be published shortly. Follow this blog for the announcement, or follow me on FaceBook. Thanks for your continued support.)

 

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*Lunch Break* now available on Nook

I’m pleased to announce that Lunch Break is now available through Barnes & Noble for Nook @ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lunch-break-quent-cordair/1112986475. Reviews don’t carry over from Amazon, so any reviews posted on Barnes & Noble’s site are very much appreciated.

Of course the collection is also still available via Amazon in paperback and for Kindle @ http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008B0KXFI. Thanks for everyone’s continued support, enthusiasm and encouragement.

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Now Available: “At Home with Heather James”

I’m very pleased to share with you a newly released story on Kindle, a 30-minute screenplay I wrote in 2001. I still love the story, and it deserves to see the light of day rather than remain tucked away in a box. I hope you enjoy “At Home

with Heather James.”

“The sparks fly when movie star Rex Keller is the special guest on Heather James’ talk show. As the handsome heartthrob and the smitten host preview the clips for the actor’s new film, the heat rises, and by the end of the show, Heather is made an offer she can’t refuse. Or can she . . . ?”

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008ZFYXIC

 
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*Lunch Break* Collection now available!

The *Lunch Break* collection of my short stories and poems is now available on Kindle @ http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008B0KXFI

(No need for a Kindle, just download the free Kindle reader for most PCs, Macs, smartphones, tablets @ http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000493771 .)

“A selection of short stories and poems by acclaimed writer Quent Cordair from two decades of early work, including stories originally selected for publication by *The Altantean Press Review* and *ART Ideas.*

Selected Stories — “A Prelude to Pleasure,” “April’s Justice,” “The Whistler,” “The Seduction of Santi Banesh,” “For the Woman Who Has Everything,” “The Sculpture That Won the War,” “The Hunter” and “Sheltered.”

Selected Poems — “My Pledge,” “Holding Your Hand,” “The Line,” “Your Hands,” “Priceless,” “In My World,” “Suite Boxes,” “For My Softest One” and “Clever Girl.”

Three of the stories, “A Prelude to Pleasure,” “The Seduction of Santi Banesh,” and “Sheltered” are available separately for Kindle. “Sheltered” is additionally in paperback.

“Written with an engaging voice and a masterful control of language, this powerful short story delivers a meaningful message…” – Michael Alger, review of “Sheltered,” Kindle edition.

“A beautiful, innocent young girl discovers this-worldly values and makes the most important decision of her life. That’s about all there is to this story, and yet it is a delicious pleasure to read. Cordair’s descriptions of the city, his insight into the various psychologies of the characters, his metaphors, and especially his admirable heroine, all combine to take the reader on a joyous journey of discovery, right along with Santi. The ending is one of the most perfect I’ve ever encountered, summing up the benevolence of the whole experience with its simplicity and inevitability. Cordair has seduced me – his is the type of world that I choose to live in.” — Amy Mossoff, review of “The Seduction of Santi Banesh,” Kindle edition.

“I read this story during recovery from a painful hip fracture and found it so absorbing that it took my mind off the post-operative pain. So perhaps one way of praising it would be to say, ‘it’s better than Percocet’!” — Paul Hsieh, review of “A Prelude to Pleasure,” Kindle edition.

“This short story was delightful to read. In contrast to the dull, prosaic prose of so much fiction today, Cordair beautifully paints for the reader the psychological state of a man driven by fear and how this manifests itself in his life. The progression of events is logical and the ending of the story is ultimately fulfilling in the sense that when the inevitable turn of events unfold, the reader is left with the thought that, given the nature of the characters and their circumstances, this is how it ought to have been. Moreover, Cordair seems to have a gift for grasping exactly how much detail a reader needs of an environment and of a character, such that the story comes alive and is engaging, but I never once felt like I was forced to read unnecessary facts that are irrelevant to the plot. After reading this book, I immediately purchased on my Kindle his other short story, A Prelude to Pleasure, and I’m looking forward to his release of his full-length novel.” — Adam Mossoff, review of “Sheltered,” Kindle edition.

“I enjoyed this very much. The less I say in this review, the better. I wouldn’t want to steal any of the pleasure that comes from reading it, being drawn in, liking some characters, disliking others, cheering some on and sometimes being moved to tears. Enjoy!” — Sal Durante, review of “A Prelude to Pleasure,” Kindle edition.

“With imagination and story-telling skill, Quent Cordair weaves an exquisite tale that leaves the reader wanting more.” — Michael Wilkinson, review of “The Seduction of Santi Banesh,” Kindle edition.

“What a wonderful journey….! Amazing job of character development in such a short story. An entertaining read with a great message about priorities and values. Read it, you won’t be disappointed.” — John Cerasuolo, review of “Sheltered,” Kindle edition.

Download your copy today @ http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008B0KXFI

 

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Sneak preview, “The Hunter”

Here’s an excerpt from “The Hunter,” one of the stories included in my soon-to-be-published collection, Lunch Break:

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The classroom windows were open to the life-laden air of New England’s early summer. Patches of sunlight waltzed with shadows of leaves across open textbooks and pages of notes. The young woman speaking at the head of the class paused, looking up from her lectern and over the faces on which the sun would soon fully shine.

“In summary, class, courage is a requirement for achieving and maintaining values great and small—the greater the value and the less certain its achievement, the greater the requisite courage. Courage is a concomitant of principle, a form of integrity, a necessity for achieving the proper end of all ends—man’s life. . . . Next week, you will be tested on the material we covered today, but remember that you are, and will be, tested every day of your life by reality itself. Your reward for passing my test will be a good grade; your reward from reality will be the greatest happiness possible to you. Class dismissed.”

A murmur of voices rose, punctuated with squeaks of desks and scrapes of moving chairs, subsiding again as the students filtered out. Two remained. A dandelion-haired girl, whose unfolding beauty had raced a day ahead of spring’s pace, gathered her belongings and, after a moment’s hesitation, followed her peers. An awkward boy, preoccupied ostensibly with making a few extra notes and arranging his materials, watched her leave. He unraveled his lanky frame and ambled slowly towards the door.

“David?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”

Her most intelligent and studious pupil had spent another day in class staring absently out the window and tracing distractedly in the margin of his book. His glasses, which usually magnified a bright liveliness, today revealed only clouds of frustration and melancholy.

“Ms. Ralovna, have you ever wanted something so much that you were afraid to go after it?” he asked.

She looked to an empty chair in the back corner of the room where, in another classroom, in another time, another boy had sat.

“David, do you remember the discussion we had last week about the difference between living and not dying?” She watched with delight as a pinpoint ray of understanding pierced his clouds.

“If you’ll excuse me, ma’am—” His words had barely escaped a flurry of thought as he departed in an altogether altered state of distraction.

The professor collected her books and her briefcase. Before closing the door, she stopped and gazed again at the empty chair. A pair of girls who were passing in the hall at that moment waited until they were out of earshot.

“Did you see the look on her face?”

“It’s my opinion that Dr. Tatiana Ralovna has a lover.”

“And she’s meeting him tonight.”

“I wonder what he’s like.”

“He’s probably an accountant.”

“And what will they do?”

“Talk in impassioned whispers about the philosophy of mathematics.”

They giggled and changed the subject to shoes.

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Stay tuned for launch of the collection, Lunch Break, which should be out on Kindle within the next week, and then in paperback within two weeks or so thereafter!

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Cover-art for collection?

Here’s a current mock-up for the ‘Lunch Break’ collection cover. What do you think?

 

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‘Lunch Break’ publication update

I sent the last of the stories and poems for the Lunch Break collection off to the copy editors yesterday. My present estimate for publication on Amazon Kindle is three weeks; the paperback version should be available within six weeks or so.

The stories in the collection:  A Prelude to Pleasure * April’s Justice * The Whistler * The Seduction of Santi Banesh * For the Woman Who Has Everything * The Sculpture that Won the War * The Hunter * Sheltered

The poems:  My Pledge * Holding Your Hand * The Line * Your Hands * Priceless * In My World * Suite Boxes * For My Softest One * Clever Girl

 

 

 

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Preview of Coming Attractions

For the Woman Who Has Everything, first published in Art Ideas in 1996, will be included in the soon-to-be-published Lunch Break collection.  Here’s a sneak preview, with apologies for the block-quote formatting here (which appears to be the only option for quoting on WordPress):

Sarah woke to silence. Thin lines of moonlight lay in diagonals across the floor. She listened for awhile. The only sound was the soft rustle of her hair against the pillow.

She slid her legs from beneath the layers of blankets and let her feet touch the chill of the hardwood floor. As she walked, a line of moonlight slipped around one ankle, then the other, ascending, scanning and measuring her body in strict undulations. At the west window the moon caught her fully, a slender white animal beneath the new winter’s sky.

To the north the terraced lawns twinkled with frost as from a sprinkling of ground glass. To the south the meadow’s tall grasses were broken, the stalks strewn like fallen soldiers, the stumps standing like nails on the hills. Below and before her lay the expansive gardens, where the moonlight was caught in webs of shadow beneath the bare rose bushes and in chains of diamonds beneath the arched trellises. Beyond the gardens the shadows converged in venous networks that covered the forest floor and stretched down to the lake. The black water held a solitary, struggling prisoner, the twin sister of a star above. Beyond the circle of the horizon lay the borders of the estate. Within, the only movement, the only sound, the only life was the faint beating of Sarah’s heart.

She wrapped herself in her robe and stepped into her slippers. The bed hardly looked slept in. In the long hall, the moonlight floated in slanting shafts from the skylights to oblique rectangles on the wall. It was still her habit to pause at each of the children’s rooms….

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