Insanity By Increments will feature picture animation, as well as audio samples of author Alaric Cabiling reading some of the featured stories, only for the iBooks version 2015.
Here is an excerpt lifted from one of the stories. More samples will be posted in the coming months before the official release date is announced:
"My brother would arrive from Rhode Island that morning. He hadn’t had a permanent address in some time, moving from one location to another. In spite of the fact that I was the only family he kept in contact with, I had trouble keeping up with him. He had always been a rather mercurial sort, the more enigmatic of the two of us, despite being more physically gifted and more fortunate in either of our career aspirations. He was a nomad too frequently prone to finding himself bored with a place. He would show up on my front door one day and move to god-knows-where the next.
Being wealthy, he never came to me for money. He owned several properties which he leased to business owners. He had a property management team doing his work, often making important decisions via his cell phone while he trekked through the woods, or while sipping a Piña Colada on the beach off the coast of Costa Rica looking absolutely incognito in long shorts and a dirty white t-shirt, or wasting away time in a derelict manse he had rented for the summer months off the outskirts of Lyon, sipping a fine Chardonnay in a wine glass while he leafed through his favorite magazines and listened to his favorite records.
I kept a picture he had sent me from his heydays in South America, in which he looked like a local, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt tucked in a pair of khaki shorts, reminding me of a Banana Republic ad. His smile made an impression on people. In that picture, a portal into a tear in the fabric of time and space, he smiled like his soul had left him for somewhere, and he was still giving chase.
I can imagine the places Marc had traveled to throughout his nomadic, solitary voyage in search of himself: an opium house in Calcutta, an after-hours bar in Rio de Janeiro, a red light district in Amsterdam. These were the places he was less likely to admit he had been to at least once, or worse, more often."