Book Print-on Demand Novels & Stories

I turned the sketchbook over and looked at the small mark embossed in the bottom right corner of the back cover. A maker’s mark. I took out my phone and searched it. A workshop in Florence. Handbound to order. Family run for generations. The paper sourced from a mill that had been making it the same way for two hundred years. They took commissions individually. Each book made once, not reproduced. Waiting list: eighteen months. I looked at the price. Read it twice to make sure. I put the phone face down on the table. Eighteen months ago I had not answered a single Good morning.

or on my 1nk1tt to get updates on when those will start. Expect a bulk upload for the completed book in about two weeks.

“We’re not because we get them from Dark Moon. I forwarded the email on to Robert so he can help them out.” “What do we provide them with?” “Books actually. It’s one of the things we supply the most. We do a lot of the printing. We purchase the supplies, print them, and ship them out.” “Oh. I always thought we got those from humans." "No actually. Our cover in the human world is a printing press of sorts. They send us what needs to be printed, how many to print, we print them, and ship them out.” “How did I not know this?”

Knowing fully well that the question was being directed to him this time around, Valentine cleared his throat and answered calmly, “Majorly because I've always been a fan.” Start nodded at his words. “So, what are the remaining reasons?” she asked, finally turning to be face to face with him, putting her business face back on instantly, as she stared at him with so much interest. “One, your graphic designers do an awesome job. They're very versatile and always know the perfect cover for a book. Two, I love the quality of your paperback and hardcover. It's so distinct and lasts longer. Finally, I love that you guys don't use white paper to publish your books,” Valentine listed out with his fi

Vina explained, "we provide 12% of the sale price, for the print batch. If the sales perform strongly it typically rises to 15%. You will also receive author copies and chances to participate in meet-and-greet sessions or book signings.” I gave a nod. That was above average and more than enough for me. Vina proceeded to display samples of book formats, cover designs and typical styles they employed. All of them appeared polished contemporary, tidy and in sync, with market preferences. “For the cover design we typically offer three ideas. You may select one. Modify them until it suits your preferences.” I browsed the sample pages attentively. It seemed as though a realm I had merely pictured

How did they have books unavailable anywhere but reading apps, and why didn’t her website mention their print availability? “Find a book that caught your eye?” Aidan asked. I felt his breath on my neck and knew he’d snuck up on me to lean over the back of the sofa. I ignored him and looked at the copyright area. And there it was in black and white: Published by Phantomedia. Oh, Byron and I will have words when I go home for winter break. Did his company only do a limited run on publishing the books? Are they only in very select markets? How connected to Well Thumbed is he? Does Shannon know? I saw some of her Dawn Phoenix books on the shelves, too.

His shirt had some sawdust on it from the work they were doing on the cabins. "Marcus just checked the morning data from the city, " Julian said, looking at the numbers on Elena's computer screen. He reached out. Touched his coffee cup and his wedding ring made a soft clicking sound. "The small printing companies have finished changing the way they send out books. We are not just sending books to stores anymore Elena. The whole East Coast is now set up to send books directly to people who want them without using shipping companies."

Louis whispered. "I-I don't think so, Sir. The book has only been printed once and not in large quantities. Maybe because the prospects are not so profitable." "Then, contact the branches in other cities. I want all Summer Hills books sold out in this country." The shop assistant sighed in disbelief. While suppressing admiration, he nodded vigorously. "Okay, Sir! We will do it right away. Is there anything else we can help you with, Sir?" Louis fell into a thoughtful consideration. After one blink, he snapped his fingers. "Can you guys pack up a set of Sky Hills books? My bodyguard will carry them later."

“If it’s a novel, then we can read it too, right?” The owner hesitated. I took out some money. “I think I’d really like that novel too. Print me a copy to keep as well. Don’t worry—I’ll only read it myself, not for commercial use. There won’t be any copyright issues.” “Alright!” The owner’s eyes lit up, and he agreed readily. “You girls browse first. I’ll print it right away.” The printer kept chugging along, and by the time the three of us had finished picking out picture books, the pages were done printing.

Chloe said slowly. "Someone removed it very recently, from the look of the exposed grain beneath it. Months, perhaps, not years." Sophia's voice had dropped, careful and low. "I took it to a bookbinder I trust, someone who's done work for my family for years and knows better than to ask questions he isn't meant to ask. He couldn't identify the mark from what remained, but he told me something rather more useful. This isn't a commercially printed novel, Amber. The binding, the paper stock, the type itself—it's private press work. Small runs, commissioned specifically, not sold through any bookseller he's ever encountered in thirty years of handling exactly this sort of trade."