It’s not a Wednesday, but we do have some Wednesday News here at Rookhouse Books. And not very pleasant news at that. Sorry, folks. Not only did we manage to miss the … Continue reading →

We’re rather exhausted here at the Rookhouse. The whole blamed Rookhouse crew spent last week attending an intense publisher’s workshop taught by small press gurus Dean Wesley Smith and Scott William Carter. (Did … Continue reading →

Ever wondered what publishers have to go through dealing with authors? Authors are like sweet, innocent children. Sweet innocent absent-minded truculent scatterbrained terrorizing hellion Satan-spawn without a single brain in their whole … Continue reading →

We’ve received some good news and some bad news here at Rookhouse Central about our new Marketing Department. The Bad News Obviously some of our new employees have way too much free … Continue reading →

Ever wonder what’s up with our lame company motto: “Books to Crow About“? Ever wonder how we could come up with something so lame, let alone decide to run with it? Well, … Continue reading →

Rookhouse Books is pleased to announce we’ve finally staffed our marketing department! We’re really excited about this one, Raven-readers! We’ve managed to land an exclusive contract with the International Order of Crows, … Continue reading →

Wednesday greetings! We’ve pretty much finished filling out our staffing here at the Rookery. It’s time to give you the lowdown on our kooky cast of characters here at the Rookhouse. As … Continue reading →

 More on the Secret Origin of Rookhouse! The week before our big storm here on the coast, we told you how Rookhouse got its name. What we didn’t tell you is why … Continue reading →

Sorry folks. No, it’s not another SOPA protest blackout (like a couple emails have asked). It’s a Mother Nature blackout. The Oregon coast is getting pounded today by a severe winter storms … Continue reading →

The Secret Origin of Rookhouse Books And How It Came To Be Night. A storm rages. Inside the darkened halls of stately Grant Manor, a lone figure broods. A young man sits … Continue reading →