Witch on sale now!

David Cain - author, photgrapher, rapscallion


The kindle version of Witch is on sale now; the paperback should be
on-line by this afternoon. If you want a different soft version, for
your Nook or whatever, just let me know.

If you see me in the next month, I’ll probably give you a signed copy.

If you were at Tess and Kevin’s wedding last week, you’ll definitely
recognize some of the scenes. I stole with reckless abandon.

This novel is suitable for all readers. It’s funny and romantic and fun. Buy two copies. It’s that good.

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as normal

One of the first things she asked me was why I wore my watch on the inside of my wrist. I couldn’t justify it, so I turned the face round, and put time on the outside, as normal, grown-up people did.
Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

what a gyp

Anyway, this guy’s six foot four, must weigh two hundred and fifteen pounds, works for the city, you know, and … he’s got a thing the size of my pinkie, what a gyp!
Oscar Hijuelos, The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love

worthless virtues

Am I not ridiculous here, with my fussy judgments, and minding how I “carry” myself? An aesthete. That’s what I am. “Decency, reserve, solitude” – worthless virtues that oblige you to grin through the pain.
Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years

calculate consequences

If he had been of an impetuous disposition, he would have snatched the pitchfork from the ground and impaled this fraternal demon. But David was by no means impetuous; he was a young man greatly given to calculate consequences, a habit which has been held to be the foundation of virtue. But somehow it had not precisely that effect in David: he calculated whether an action would harm himself, or whether it would only harm other people. In the former case he was very timid about satisfying his immediate desires, but in the latter he would risk the result with much courage.
George Eliot, Brother Jacob

hell of a swell

It’s the only time in my life I’ve wished I were a hell of a swell so that I could chuck it all and show you how much more you are to me than anything else in the world.
W. Somerset Maugham, The Circle

deliberate but hushed

Come here,“ she heard a younger woman say in a deliberate but hushed voice. Laura looked back at the still closed door. “C’mon,” the girl said, slightly exasperated. Laura looked up to realize the walls ended at about eight feet, leaving four more between the cubicle top and the ceiling. Laura reached for the royal blue pants and began to step into them. Another door clicked shut.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

joggled the mare

Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before. Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as said before just now. Atrot, in heat, heatseated. Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la. Slower the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare.
James Joyce, Ulysses