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Thursday, July 31, 2014. New Short Story Cover. A while back, my lovely editor at Headline sent me a copy of the stunning new cover art for the next Bishop eShort, THE RIGHT WAY, but I had to wait awhile before I could reveal it in all its glory. Well, that time is now! So without further ado, feast your eyes on this. Pretty damn cool, dont you think? Monday, April 28, 2014. My Writing Process Blog Tour. And so here we are. Thanks. You can also read Steves own contribution to this blog-tour here.CONTENT
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