tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19448299483173805312024-03-14T17:17:19.867+08:00The Fine Line Between Genius and InsanityDuring the nocturnal hours of earthlings, with people either in moonlit vocations, alcohol cravings, or travelling through dreams, thoughts from an insomniac (like me) would be inputted in computers like these (quite an amusing little contraption) to try to twist little humanoid minds...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-59491882975563757592012-12-14T14:30:00.003+08:002012-12-14T14:30:39.962+08:00The Independent Authors International iAi holiday book Extravaganza<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 27px;">Icarus Fell was alive, then he was dead, now he’s stuck somewhere in between. Icarus Fell is a harvester, brought back to Earth by the archangel Michael to collect souls and help them on their way to Heaven. If he gets enough of them before the bad guys do—if he does a good job—he can have his life back. But people he knew in life are dying, killed by a murderer’s knife, their bodies defiled, and the cops think he’s the killer. How does a man who no longer exists stop a psycho? Icarus Fell know he has to stop him before the killer gets to his son.</span><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 27px;"> </span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 27px;">“A marvelous read. I spent most of a day in The Bones of the Earth in spite of the things I had to do!”</span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 27px;">“It took my breath away right from the first line."</span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 27px;">“A ton of girl power … Highly recommended!”</span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span style="color: #262626; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 27px;">After exploring her newfound abilities, Cassidy learns that the geneticist is missing and that foul play is suspected. Terrified that her physical changes and Professor Phillips' disappearance are somehow connected, Cassidy decides to keep her strange transformation a secret. That is, until she meets the professor's brilliant and mysterious fifteen-year-old son, Emery. An unlikely duo, they set out to find Emery's mother and are forced to confront a maniacal villain willing to do anything — including murder — to achieve his goals.</span><u></u><u></u></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-82618313988554076842012-12-09T14:04:00.000+08:002012-12-09T14:04:24.858+08:00Gray Justice by Alan McDermott<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Gray Justice is the fast-paced debut thriller from Alan McDermott. When a killer walks free from court, the victim's father sees just two options: accept the judge's decision; or take on the entire British justice system. Tom Gray chooses the latter and his crusade attracts instant worldwide media coverage. It was just what Tom was hoping for, but it brought him a lot more than he bargained for.</div>
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Gray Justice is much more than a simple tale of revenge: it's a rollercoaster ride with an ending you'll never forget!<u></u><u></u></div>
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Alan McDermott is a software developer from the south of England, married with beautiful twin daughters. When he isn't creating critical applications for the NHS, he is writing action thrillers.<u></u><u></u></div>
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His first novel, Gray Justice, has been very well received. The sequel, Gray Resurrection, was released in March 2012.<u></u><u></u></div>
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Alan is currently working on the last book in the trilogy - Gray Redemption.<u></u><u></u></div>
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You can follow Alan on Twitter through his @Jambalian account.<u></u><u></u></div>
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"I am a software developer from the south of England and I’m married with beautiful twin daughters. Ever since the early 90's I've wanted to write a novel but work commitments (and having my short stories rejected) meant I didn't pursue that dream. It wasn’t until my daughters asked me for a story one night last year, and having exhausted their books over the previous weeks I made one up, the tale of a magical creature called The Jambalian. Successive nights bought more requests and so I decided to write some down so that Mummy could take a turn, and as I put pen to paper the old desire returned.<br />
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I decided to dig out one of my old short stories and showed an updated copy to a colleague at work, another aspiring author. Her response was “You have to get that published!” so I looked into it and came across Smashwords. I uploaded Recidivist and a much shorter story, Night Stalker, with the hope of getting a few sales at 99 cents, but the only way I could get anyone to read them was to give them away.<br />
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In the meantime I penned three of the Jambalian stories and uploaded them, but in my heart I wanted to try a full novel, and it was while watching Road Wars on TV that I saw the way career criminals were treated so lightly by the British courts. After a 30 minute chase through busy traffic in a stolen car, the thief – committing crime number 45 – was caught and given a £250 fine and driving ban. I had to wonder what kind of deterrent that was, and the idea formed from there.<br />
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From that little seed came Gray Justice, a story I wrote in what little spare time I had. The sequel — Gray Resurrection — followed, and I am working on the last book in the series. The rest of my story is yet to be told..."<u></u><u></u></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-8771493821333650522012-10-05T09:40:00.002+08:002012-10-05T09:40:50.499+08:00Bloodland by RS Guthrie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-47277861189703170822012-07-23T16:45:00.000+08:002012-07-23T16:45:01.147+08:00Featured iAi author - Roger Eschbacher<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;">Roger Eschbacher got his start writing television animation for Warner Brothers, Cartoon Network, and Nickelodeon — penning such shows as Scooby-Doo Mystery Inc., My Gym Partner's a Monkey, Baby Looney Tunes, Histeria, Angry Beavers, Aaah! Real Monsters, Detention, and Rocket Power.</span></div>
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Roger is the author of two picture books; Road Trip and Nonsense! He Yelled, both published by Dial Books.</div>
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He is a main company alumnus of Los Angeles' acclaimed comedy troupe, The Groundlings, providers of talented performers like Will Ferrell, Pee Wee Herman, and Lisa Kudrow — but he isn't nearly as famous as any of those people and only mentions them in a sad attempt to impress you.</div>
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Born in St. Louis, Roger now lives in California with his family and a crazy dog named Lizzy.</div>
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About the Author:<br />
I'm a Canadian author who is an avid reader of fantasy, thriller, and mystery novels. I write both fantasy and thriller novels. My free time is spent dancing, fitness training with P90x, watching movies and Game of Thrones. Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch is co-authored by my husband, Slade Sewell. Slade grew up as an only child, and, therefore, developed an active imagination. His free time is devoted to the three things he loves most: hockey, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and RPG games.<br />
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We have a grand 3 day giveaway for Angel Haze's amazing book, War of the Witch, which can be found at <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/70412">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/70412</a> with the code NR44B<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Debonair, a witch from the Unspoken Lands, has meddled in the forbidden practice of magic and created an army of nightmarish proportions. When sixteen-year-old Astanyx and his two best friends return from a hunting trip to find their small town of Polca reduced to smoke and ash, they find themselves thrust into battle for which they haven't been trained.<br />
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With the help of his comrades, including an esteemed warrior, one of the last great wizards and a princess they've sworn to protect, Astanyx must fight to unite the kingdoms of the humans, dwarves and elves. He must ask forbidden questions that no one wants to answer, questions about Talimura's dark history. As Debonair's brutal warriors lay siege to the kingdoms, Astanyx is driven to pursue a fateful quest for a blade powerful enough to defeat the malevolent witch before she destroys the three kingdoms and unleashes and unspeakable ancient evil.</span><br />
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Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch<br />
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Chapter 1:<br />
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Smoke and Ash<br />
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You’re surrounded, Astanyx thought as he waited silently behind a bush, his hands steady,<br />
pulling back the string on his short bow. Barclay was positioned twenty feet to his left and<br />
Ramza to his right, each armed and ready, waiting for the opportune moment.<br />
Sweat beaded on his brow from the late afternoon sun, but Astanyx made no attempt to wipe<br />
it away. A single wrong move and it would all be over. The forest gave them cover, but it gave<br />
their prey cover as well. None of the sixteen-year-olds had a shot, so they waited.<br />
The horacle was hidden behind a tree. It was bigger game than they would normally take on<br />
but, once they had come across it, Barclay had insisted upon hunting it, refusing to back down.<br />
He claimed that stumbling upon a horacle—a distracted horacle—was too fine of an opportunity<br />
to pass up. They had had little luck hunting in the forest that day and Barclay refused to return<br />
to the village—return to his father—with little more than a few rabbits. Astanyx couldn’t allow<br />
his friend to foolishly attempt to take it down without help, and so he and Ramza had agreed.<br />
Patiently, they held their positions.<br />
Every few seconds, the tips of the horacle's horns poked out from behind the side of the great<br />
tree, greedy growls becoming muffled as it tore its fangs into the flesh of a rabbit.<br />
It pushed the mutilated rabbit forward with its nose, exposing the beast’s head. Ravenously,<br />
it continued to tear its meal apart, wolfing it down as if it hadn’t eaten in weeks. The shine and<br />
thickness of the horacle's fur and thick muscular frame told him otherwise. It was merely in the<br />
horacle’s nature to be gluttonous and ferocious.<br />
Slowly, it stepped forward, unaware that with each passing second, it was creating an<br />
opening for a shot.<br />
The three boys waited with their bows. A few more seconds and Astanyx would have a shot.<br />
His body was still as he stared at the horacle with unblinking eyes.<br />
Snarls and growls continued to escape the beast as it exposed its midsection.<br />
One more second. . . .<br />
A twig snapped, breaking the silence, giving away one of the hunters’ positions. Astanyx’s<br />
heart skipped a beat as the horacle’s head shot up, baring its teeth, clenching its three-inch claws.<br />
The horacle's nostril flared as it caught Astanyx's scent. Their eyes met and the roles of hunter<br />
and hunted instantly became reversed.<br />
He stared with wide eyes as the fiery-eyed beast, blood dripping from its jaws and muscles<br />
rippling, began to charge toward him. Stiffness spread over him like a plague, beginning with his<br />
feet as it worked its way up. Astanyx managed one shot just as the hundred-pound beast leapt for<br />
him.<br />
His arrow pierced the beast between its eyes just as Barclay's arrow struck the horacle's side.<br />
The beast released a ghastly shriek as it drew back in agony before it collapsing to the forest<br />
floor, a few feet away from Astanyx. He let out a breath, momentarily fixed on the horacle.<br />
Barclay jumped from his hiding spot, dagger in hand, and sliced the horacle’s throat. He<br />
laughed and turned to Astanyx. “See? What did I tell you?”<br />
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Astanyx narrowed his eyes, his lips parting slightly as he slowly looked up in disbelief. He<br />
could hardly suppress the wave of emotions as he watched Barclay nonchalantly wipe the blood<br />
from his blade. Shaking his head, Astanyx turned to Ramza who rolled his eyes, both aware they<br />
had encountered an unnecessary close call.<br />
Barclay cut down a branch from the great tree, one that would be strong enough to carry the<br />
horacle back to the village.<br />
As they tied the horacle’s feet to the branch, Astanyx turned to Barclay, unable to hold his<br />
tongue any longer. “I don’t see why you had to take it on. We came out to hunt rabbits. It’s<br />
foolish to hunt a hunter just for food.”<br />
“For Shiva’s sake, you could have opted out.”<br />
“Don’t use the goddess’ name in vain,” said Astanyx. “Besides, I wouldn’t allow you to do it<br />
on your own.”<br />
“I could have handled it. I killed it, didn’t I?” Barclay said with a smirk.<br />
“We killed it,” Astanyx corrected him.<br />
“Quit your bickering,” Ramza said. “Let’s just bring it to the village. We are already late.<br />
They’ll be expecting us to return about now.”<br />
Given the circumstances, Astanyx would have preferred it to be Ramza on the other side<br />
of the branch and not Barclay, but he said nothing as they headed east through the dense<br />
forest, across the creek and up a hill. They had ventured farther than they had intended and had<br />
consequently delayed their return trip to the village by a few hours.<br />
Though he tried to focus on the trail ahead, more than once Astanyx almost threw Barclay<br />
to the ground as he tripped over roots that could have easily been missed. Nonetheless, his<br />
gaze remained fixed on the beast. Even in death, the power and ferocity of the animal did<br />
not diminish. Every few seconds, he caught himself staring at it, watching for any signs of<br />
movement, half-expecting it to merely be unconscious and suddenly awaken and attack.<br />
The image of the horacle as it charged at him, eyes burning with fury, blood dripping from<br />
its jaws, about to make him its next meal, flashed before Astanyx. What if their arrows had<br />
missed? What if two arrows hadn’t been enough? He shuddered, shaking his head of these<br />
thoughts. They hadn’t missed.<br />
Even as the beast hung lifelessly from the pole, he wasn’t used to being this close to a<br />
predator and a horacle, nonetheless. Squirrels and rabbits were his main catch. His glance went<br />
from Barclay to the beast and back to Barclay who was walking proudly ahead.<br />
Astanyx growled. “You could have got us all killed, and for what?”<br />
Barclay looked back over his shoulder and scoffed. “I never miss.”<br />
“There’s a first for everything.”<br />
“Lay off it. Our fathers will be proud.”<br />
“Our fathers would be proud of anything we brought home.”<br />
“Speak for yourself,” Barclay muttered. Then, as if realizing he’d spoken aloud, he<br />
confidently added, “This separates the men from the boys.”<br />
Astanyx rolled his eyes. “There is a fine line between bravery and foolishness.”<br />
“Ramza?” Barclay called out. “Please tell me that you at least side with me.”<br />
Five paces ahead, Ramza slowly turned, momentarily catching Astanyx’s gaze before<br />
turning to Barclay. “It was a close call. Astanyx has every right to be angry. Remember, it was<br />
him who the horacle charged at. If that had been me, I’d be in need of new trousers.”<br />
“If he hadn’t of stepped on that twig, the horacle would’ve been dead before it even noticed<br />
we were there,” Barclay said.<br />
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Astanyx opened his mouth but Ramza spoke first. “I believe that was my mistake.” Barclay<br />
was silent, not knowing where to go with the conversation. “I will say this, though. The horacle<br />
will make a fine addition to the feast and,” Ramza said with a smile, “the ladies will be quite<br />
impressed as we stroll into the village with this on our shoulders.”<br />
The grin on Barclay’s face matched that of Ramza’s. “How I love Shiva’s Festival.” He<br />
laughed. “I believe Claire will be the lady of the night.”<br />
“The chief’s daughter,” Ramza said nodding. “Her beauty surpasses even the most delicate<br />
flower.”<br />
“Is she not a few years older than us?” Astanyx asked.<br />
“It doesn’t matter,” Barclay snapped.<br />
“I believe she’s interested in—” Immediately, Astanyx regretted ever opening his mouth.<br />
Barclay’s eyes burned with anger. “There’s always something with you, isn’t there? Nothing<br />
is ever good enough.”<br />
“That’s not what I said,” Astanyx said.<br />
“It’s the horacle, isn’t it? You just can’t let it go.”<br />
Attached to the pole, Astanyx had no choice but to listen as Barclay reamed into him.<br />
This wasn’t the first time that Barclay’s brash actions had resulted in a near miss. He’d<br />
always seemed on a mission to prove himself. However, his efforts had more than doubled in the<br />
last few months as the year marked his sixteenth birthday.<br />
Ramza had apparently grown tired of his friends’ bickering and was now several yards<br />
ahead. Astanyx found himself wishing he were by his side to mediate the situation and lighten<br />
the mood. Ramza, with his walking stick in hand, was nearing the top of the hill which Astanyx<br />
and Barclay had only begun to climb.<br />
For a few minutes, he disappeared out of sight. Suddenly, he reappeared at the top of the<br />
hill and came barrelling down the hill. “The village!” he cried. “The village! Something’s<br />
happened!”<br />
“What?” Barclay and Astanyx asked.<br />
They immediately dropped the horacle as they sprinted up the hill. Astanyx’s heart was<br />
racing, fists clenched, arms pumping, anxious to see for himself.<br />
“What happened?” he yelled to Ramza who was almost at the top of the hill. “What did you<br />
see?”<br />
Ramza kept running, not so much as glancing over his shoulder.<br />
“Ramza!” Astanyx yelled again, but his friend was too far ahead.<br />
How long had they been gone, he wondered. What could have happened in that short amount<br />
of time?<br />
Suddenly, Astanyx caught a hint of smoke and then, as both he and Barclay reached the top<br />
of the hill, they stopped short, dropping their jaws. Over the tree tops, thick clouds of smoke<br />
hovered over the village of Polca.<br />
We shouldn’t have left! We shouldn’t have stayed out for so long! Astanyx thought<br />
frantically as he raced down the hill, tumbling over his own feet.<br />
As they neared Polca, Astanyx could smell the smoke clearly. The whole town was ablaze.<br />
“What happened? Who did this?” Astanyx cried, nearly out of breath. There was no<br />
response.<br />
He coughed, inhaling smoke and the stench of burnt flesh. What few buildings hadn't already<br />
burned to the ground were collapsing. The fire had spread across the entire village. Little was left<br />
but burnt and burning buildings, smoke and ashes floating in the wind.<br />
<br />
“What do we do?” Ramza asked.<br />
His mind was spinning. “Search for survivors!” Astanyx shouted, numbness and nausea<br />
threatening to overcome him. It wouldn’t help him save anyone . . . if there was anyone left to<br />
be saved. He shook his head of the thought and focused on finding his family and any other<br />
survivors.<br />
Shaking, he ran through the village past burning buildings, and dodging falling objects. He<br />
searched for his father—for anyone—but there was no sign of life. Blood and burnt wood stained<br />
the ground. Garlands and trinkets made in preparation for the Shiva Festival had been scattered<br />
and destroyed. Arrows stuck out of the earth. Soldiers had been here. Someone had come and<br />
destroyed Polca.<br />
Again and again, Astanyx called out to his father, his only family, but there was no response.<br />
The smoke grew thicker, stinging his eyes as tears began to well up as the heat of the fire<br />
licked his skin.<br />
As he turned the next corner, he gasped. Surrounding the center town well, the dead had<br />
been decapitated, their heads staked around a fire to invoke terror. Those who hadn’t been staked<br />
had been piled up and burned. He stood, tense, his body shaking as he watched the flickering<br />
flames. Slowly, he scanned the burnt and blackened faces of those mounted on stakes. He was<br />
able to recognize only a few of them—eyes wide, mouths agape—while others were burned or<br />
mutilated beyond recognition. A single tear ran down his cheek as he prayed that his father was<br />
not among the poor souls.<br />
He was about to turn away when he noticed, at the base of the fire pit, an odd-looking skull<br />
with tusks.<br />
A loud crack startled him and he turned to see Farmer Wilton’s house collapse a few feet<br />
away. The walls hit the ground, momentarily breathing life to the blanket of ash beneath it. The<br />
ash wisped across his face. His shaky hand slowly wiped it away.<br />
Soon, there would be nothing left of Polca. Sadness and confusion enveloped him,<br />
scrambling his mind. They were all dead. There was nothing left. Even the livestock was<br />
missing.<br />
He kept running, anxious to see if his father had survived the attack. Since their house was<br />
at the far end of the village, perhaps that distance was enough to keep him out of harm’s way.<br />
Astanyx swallowed hard. His father would never cower in the hours while the town was under<br />
attack. He would have fought to the death to protect their home.<br />
Suddenly, Astanyx heard what sounded like a wheeze. He gasped. A survivor! Although, he<br />
dreaded the thought of abandoning his search for his father, he couldn’t ignore someone in need<br />
of help.<br />
Astanyx ran in the direction of the sound, anxious, eyes darting in every direction and he<br />
found Thomas, the local blacksmith, trapped under some wood. A building had collapsed with<br />
him inside. His face was blackened with soot and smeared with blood. Astanyx tried to lift the<br />
piece of wood from Thomas’ chest but it was too heavy.<br />
Thomas was shaking, his skin ashen as he gasped for breath.<br />
“What happened?”<br />
Thomas opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.<br />
“What happened?” Astanyx anxiously asked again.<br />
“A-all . . . d-dead,” Thomas said softly enough that Astanyx was unsure if he had heard him<br />
correctly. “All . . . dead.”<br />
“What happened?”<br />
<br />
“They burned their dead and . . . staked ours.” Thomas wheezed. His chest fell<br />
heavily. “Those they didn’t kill . . . they enslaved.”<br />
“Who did this?”<br />
Thomas didn’t respond. He seemed weak, moments away from his last breath.<br />
“Who did this?” Astanyx repeated, but Thomas had stopped shaking and his eyes had rolled<br />
back into his head.<br />
“No!” he cried, shaking Thomas slightly, hoping there was still life in him, but he remained<br />
still. “I need to know!” He lowered his head, balling his fists.<br />
“Astanyx!” a voice called out from behind him.<br />
It was Ramza, with Barclay at his side. Their eyes were wide, stricken with horror.<br />
“Did you find them?” Astanyx asked.<br />
They slowly nodded, sadness swelling in their eyes. No further words were exchanged. None<br />
needed to be. Their expressions revealed their heartbreaking news. Ramza and Barclay’s families<br />
were dead, gone with the rest of the town.<br />
The three of them searched the remainder of the town like zombies, mouths agape, trembling<br />
with the revelation of each new horror.<br />
“Father!” Astanyx called once they reached the far side of town where he and his father<br />
lived. Despite the odds, he refused to believe his father was among the slain.<br />
Suddenly, a shiver ran up his spine. Through the crackling flames, he saw remnants of what<br />
used to be his home. He swallowed, clenching his fists at his sides, and stared at the pile of<br />
rubble. All that he had ever known had been destroyed. His mind went numb.<br />
He lowered his head.<br />
Then, he heard something—a muffled sound that could have been human or merely a gust<br />
of wind. He stood motionlessly, straining to hear over the wind and crackling flames. As he was<br />
about to dismiss it, he heard it again. A voice! Someone was alive. His breath caught in his throat<br />
as he attempted to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. He zigzagged along the road,<br />
following the call.<br />
“Where are you?” he called.<br />
“Over here.” The voice was close.<br />
“Where?” He frantically searched the road and the fallen buildings.<br />
“I’m here,” the voice said. It was closer but weaker, seemingly coming from his right.<br />
Astanyx turned and saw a pile of rubble. He tore through it in search of the survivor, Ramza<br />
and Barclay following suit.<br />
“Where are you? Where are you?”<br />
“Astanyx,” the voice said. “Is that you?”<br />
His eyes widened at the mentioning of his name, at the familiar voice. Fear and anxiety<br />
rushed through him as he lifted a board to see his father’s face. “Father!” he cried.<br />
He turned to his friends. “Help me get this off of him!”<br />
The three boys carefully lifted the board that had fallen onto his father and tossed it to the<br />
side. His father was lying on his back, his clothes blackened by ash, gashes across his arms and a<br />
broken arrow protruding from his stomach. He was breathing heavily, with little strength left in<br />
him.<br />
“Father.”<br />
Ramza and Barclay both knelt at his side.<br />
“Let me help you,” Astanyx said as he reached for the arrow.<br />
His father shook his head and winced in pain. “Astanyx, my son. You . . . must . . .” His<br />
<br />
voiced trailed off.<br />
“What, Father?”<br />
His father cleared his throat. “You must go to . . . Windham. . . . Warn the . . . King.”<br />
“But, Father—”<br />
“Tell him it . . . it—” Suddenly, his father was gasping for breath, grimacing as he clutched<br />
his stomach, every breath causing him immense pain.<br />
Astanyx fought to keep his emotions from spilling over. “What, Father? What do I tell him?”<br />
His father’s eyes closed and his breathing slowed. Astanyx shook uncontrollably, his mouth<br />
dry and his muscles tensed, believing for a moment that he had lost him. Ramza placed a hand on<br />
his friend’s shoulder. Then, his father opened his eyes. Astanyx let out a breath.<br />
His father winced and took a deep breath. “I did my best to take some of them down. They<br />
weren’t soldiers. . . . They were monsters.”<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvjYsXWVaKBY6RYldy27pTwv7Rjx5yhTnK-aVXvSpOAXOL-DYuSpNsrUfsoy77vKgiuw392pLjOVwrsXitEsEKQqTYPGSA1RKHMXDJeG0Ea3XfxNIy56S0oKiCR7BOmiisSNDrZKkfa51/s1600/Kunz.C.A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvjYsXWVaKBY6RYldy27pTwv7Rjx5yhTnK-aVXvSpOAXOL-DYuSpNsrUfsoy77vKgiuw392pLjOVwrsXitEsEKQqTYPGSA1RKHMXDJeG0Ea3XfxNIy56S0oKiCR7BOmiisSNDrZKkfa51/s320/Kunz.C.A.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b>1. Tell us more about yourself</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><i>Carol</i>- I am half English and half American. I was born in the United Kingdom, 54 years ago. I saw my first ghost at the young age of 8 and have had several paranormal experiences since. I have two grown children who have gone out into the world on their own, and three four-legged ones still living at home. I’ve been married for 35 years to my husband Bob, who is also one of the main illustrators for our series. My life could make for interesting reading, so unbelievable, that if I did write it down nobody would probably believe me. I have been writing with my son, Adam, for just over two years now, and this wonderfully enjoyable experience has brought us closer together.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><i>Adam</i>- I was born in New Port News, Virginia and have traveled coast to coast with my parents, living in several places due to my dad being in the military. Growing up, I was a huge fan of creature features and books about things that go bump in the night. When I’m not busy writing, I enjoy my job at a certain theme park here in Orlando, Florida as a décor consultant. This job brings me face to face with all sorts of nightmarish creatures, especially when I decorate the haunted houses for the park’s annual Halloween event.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b>2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting?</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><i>Carol and Adam</i>- The Childe is a coming of age story with a supernatural twist about our main character, Cat Colvin. Along with the normal stresses of starting her freshman year at Astoria high school, she also has to deal with a mean spirited teacher, catty girls, and a Goth clique that seems to take an instant dislike to her. To make matters worse, unbeknownst to her, she is also metamorphosing into a Childe.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b>3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts?</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><i>Carol and Adam</i>- Well, we both share the love of the paranormal and things that go ‘bump’ in the night. We also wanted to do something a little different (not necessarily original) than most YA books nowadays, and have a ‘happy family’ scenario, of which both of us were lucky enough to have while growing up. We also wanted to show that life doesn’t always go the way you would like it to, and sometimes you have to adapt to certain situations to make the outcome better.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b>4. What similarities do you find between yourself and the protagonist?</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><i>Carol</i>- Cat is a strong female and person in general. I feel I too am a strong person. I’ve led a very challenging life, and know that I have to learn my life lessons, but sometimes I wish I could just have a break (like I’m sure everyone does). She is also a great and loyal friend, which is what I have always tried to be (heck no one is perfect). Also, Cat is red-headed, left-handed and doesn’t tan, a saying that I use to describe myself. Adam wrote the chapter describing her, and he always laughs when I describe myself, so he made Cat have attributes like mine.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b>5. What about you do you see in the antagonist?</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><i>Carol and Adam</i>- We all have our dark sides, and we’re no exception. We’d never deliberately hurt someone, but we do get angry just like everyone else.<span> </span>Unlike our antagonist though, who embraces their evil nature, we’d never act on our dark side. And no, just in case you’re wondering, Carol doesn’t have a ‘redheaded’ temper that all redheads have mistakenly been saddled with.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b>6. What music most appropriately suits your book?</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Carol and Adam</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">- Funny that you mention that. Adam has a friend (an engineer and aspiring musician), Lee Wilson, who is putting together a companion soundtrack for our book. <tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Volume one of the soundtrack spans the first two books in The Childe series, and will contain 11 full length songs. The songs have full lyrics and were inspired by the words of the novels. They span several genres from pop, rock, r&b, punk, classical, and country. The Childe companion soundtrack will be available soon.</span></tt></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></tt></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">7. What values do you wish to impart through your book?</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><i>Carol and Adam</i>- The value of true friendship.<span> </span>People that will stand by you no matter what.<span> </span>We’ve moved around a great deal in our lives, losing track of friends along the way, and now realize how much we yearn for long lasting true friendship. In this day and age, with the world becoming a little crazier every day, it’s nice to have someone to count on when you need them. We’re proud of how we’ve displayed this in our book.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></tt><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Find us on Twitter: @AuthorCAKunz</span></tt></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></tt><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Childe (Book One in The Childe Series) is available at these locations:</span></tt></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></tt><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Amazon.com: <a href="http://amzn.to/jJiRly" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">http://amzn.to/jJiRly</span></a> (Paperback edition)</span></tt></div><pre style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span> </span><a href="http://amzn.to/lPm919" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">http://<wbr></wbr>amzn.to/lPm919</span></a> (Kindle edition)</span></tt></pre><pre style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://amazon.co.uk/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">Amazon.co.uk</a>: <a href="http://amzn.to/kX9qjx" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">http://amzn.to/kX9qjx</span></a> (Paperback edition)</span></tt></pre><pre style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span> </span><a href="http://amzn.to/kTp6V2" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">http://<wbr></wbr>amzn.to/kTp6V2</span></a> (Kindle edition)</span></tt></pre><pre style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></tt><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Barnes and Noble.com: <a href="http://bit.ly/li59yI" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/li59yI</a> (Nook edition)</span></tt></pre><pre style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><tt><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span> <wbr></wbr> </span><a href="http://bit.ly/kke47q" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">http://bit.ly/kke47q</span></a> (Paperback edition)</span></tt></pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-8371343863639663812011-07-09T08:16:00.000+08:002011-07-09T08:16:20.540+08:00An Interview with Angel Haze<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHmzxOUi1yqGQaIpEXWK9vIxtuQ0lMVElkp4X_680SxFvDOrukHhD82tiRnwURfhR00iFsZ7e58nqBbq4ec3FWtZq93zW0Y61V5heQJvCmtluURnBcXjpAWpYGxto8Q7y_kH3fr32QGCS/s1600/Angel+Haze+Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHmzxOUi1yqGQaIpEXWK9vIxtuQ0lMVElkp4X_680SxFvDOrukHhD82tiRnwURfhR00iFsZ7e58nqBbq4ec3FWtZq93zW0Y61V5heQJvCmtluURnBcXjpAWpYGxto8Q7y_kH3fr32QGCS/s200/Angel+Haze+Logo.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><i>1. Tell us more about yourself.</i><br />
<br />
I'm a Canadian author who is an avid reader of fantasy, thriller, and mystery novels. I<br />
write both fantasy and thriller novels. My free time is spent dancing, fitness training with<br />
P90x, watching movies and Game of Thrones. Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch is<br />
co-authored by my husband, Slade Sewell. Slade grew up as an only child, and, therefore,<br />
developed an active imagination. His free time is devoted to the three things he loves<br />
most: hockey, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and RPG games.<br />
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<i>2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting?</i><br />
<br />
War of the Witch is a YA fantasy. It is the first of the Legacies of Talimura series. Here's<br />
the blurb:<br />
<br />
Debonair, a witch from the Unspoken Lands, has meddled in the forbidden practice of<br />
magic and created an army of nightmarish proportions. When sixteen-year-old Astanyx<br />
and his two best friends return from a hunting trip to find their small town of Polca<br />
reduced to smoke and ash, they find themselves thrust into a battle for which they haven’t<br />
been trained.<br />
<br />
With the help of his comrades, including an esteemed warrior, one of the last great<br />
wizards and a princess they’ve sworn to protect, Astanyx must fight to unite the<br />
kingdoms of the humans, dwarves and elves. He must ask forbidden questions that no<br />
one wants to answer, questions about Talimura’s dark history. As Debonair’s brutal<br />
warriors lay siege to the kingdoms, Astanyx is driven to pursue a fateful quest for a blade<br />
powerful enough to defeat the malevolent witch before she destroys the three kingdoms<br />
and unleashes an unspeakable ancient evil.<br />
<br />
<i>3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts?</i><br />
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I write to entertain, but also to empty my mind. I couldn’t even imagine not writing. If I<br />
didn’t have an outlet, I wouldn’t know what to do with my ideas. You’d probably hear<br />
a few pings and see a few screws shoot across the room. But, don’t worry, it’s just me<br />
going a little crazy. . . . Hmm. On second thought, maybe you should worry. J<br />
<br />
<i>4. What similarities do you find between yourself and your protagonist?</i><br />
<br />
Like our hero, Astanyx, my husband, Slade, is a warrior who is not afraid to stand up<br />
and fight or ask forbidden questions. I’m not the warrior my husband is. Far from it<br />
actually. As much as I want to do what’s right, put me up against an orc or hellfang, and<br />
I’d probably die. LOL.<br />
<br />
<i>5. What about you do you see in the antagonist?</i><br />
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Slade: Like Debonair, Slade wants world domination. He has an admiration for all<br />
conquers. Debonair is just doing it for the wrong reasons.<br />
<br />
Angel: To execute her plan for world domination, Debonair displays patience, initiative,<br />
and strategy. She knows what she wants and goes after it. In that way, I am like<br />
Debonair. I’m nowhere near as bold, but if I’m truly passionate about something I will<br />
fight against all odds to achieve it. Like Debonair, some of my decisions can be a little<br />
hasty and I often overlook a few red flags and that’s when things can backfire.<br />
<br />
<i>6. What music most appropriately suits your book?</i><br />
<br />
That’s a good question. War of the Witch is actually the first book Slade hasn’t created<br />
a soundtrack for. It would definitely include a lot of rock music and songs that express<br />
confidence, courage, and heart.<br />
<br />
<i>7. What values do you wish to impart through your book?</i><br />
<br />
Two major themes in War of the Witch are the challenge of making the transition from<br />
childhood to adulthood and racial unity. As sixteen-year-old Astanyx loses his home,<br />
his family and everything he’s ever known to the wrath of an army, he and his comrades<br />
must travel across Talimura to unite the races of humans, dwarves, and elves. Only<br />
by standing together will they have a chance against Debonair’s army of nightmarish<br />
creatures.<br />
<br />
Thanks for having me Haresh!<br />
<br />
Legacies of Talimura: War of the Witch is available at Amazon and Smashwords for<br />
$0.99.<br />
<br />
US Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005965A64">http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005965A64</a><br />
<br />
UK Amazon:<a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005965A64"> https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005965A64</a><br />
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Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/70412">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/70412</a><br />
<br />
Connect with us on:<br />
<br />
Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/AngelHaze7">http://twitter.com/#!/AngelHaze7</a><br />
Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Angel-Haze/112457508837831">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Angel-Haze/112457508837831</a><br />
Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4949334.Angel_Haze">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4949334.Angel_Haze</a><br />
Website: <a href="http://www.angelhaze.com/">http://www.angelhaze.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-64548128295143784682011-07-07T09:47:00.000+08:002011-07-07T09:47:07.326+08:00An Interview with Lenore Wolfe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaaVns516htPEwQ_5HJo-oOQxE53cOV387P79lrah8A6zgqUDE5L8wAIZ2z2KEg1BLKetBnXVUy0SqwTGuHexR4JYiOQlHlEGzO6d8O8vzy1jyVykTrzgu29cDEZf9mYB7GmkSNRYSxOr/s1600/lenore.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaaVns516htPEwQ_5HJo-oOQxE53cOV387P79lrah8A6zgqUDE5L8wAIZ2z2KEg1BLKetBnXVUy0SqwTGuHexR4JYiOQlHlEGzO6d8O8vzy1jyVykTrzgu29cDEZf9mYB7GmkSNRYSxOr/s1600/lenore.png" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>1. Tell us more about yourself </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I have lived through some pretty amazing things. I am learning how to believe in myself, and those around me again. Mainly, I thought I would recognize evil in someone, if I saw it, but that's a story I may write on another day:)</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
<i>2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting? </i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mira is the next in line, as a Jaguar Witch, to be passed an ancient medallion. She must cross into the Land of Fae and track down a powerful sorcerer who has killed her in lifetime after lifetime, to find her way to the stone. The sorcerer will do anything to keep her from finding the stone, which is the heart of Mother Earth and has been hidden in the Land of the Fae since the fall of Atlantis. He stands to lose everything by her finding the stone. Four immortal men have been with her in each of her past lives. They work to succeed in this lifetime, where they have failed in others. They work hard so that they will not lose her, again, to the sorcerer.<br />
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<i>3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts? </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I believe in a full-blown spirit world we cannot see. I believe we have forgotten how to see, because we've forgotten how to believe. Children can see, until we convince them not to believe. So the Doorway to the Triquetra is a story of 'what if' all the old folk tales existed for a reason. What if, what so many swear they've seen, things that shouldn't exist, by modern standards, we find our ancestors were right, and these things do truly exist. 'What if' there are answers hidden deep inside each of us that explain the true meaning of life. Would we be ready to hear the answers?<br />
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<i>4. What similarities do you find between yourself and the protagonist? </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">She's independent and feisty. And I grew up with independent, feisty women. My great-grandmother was an old pioneer woman who was a midwife in Montana, without a father because he was off, half the time, somewhere else. And without her husband because he went off somewhere too. She was proud, powerful, and all the adults were afraid of her. I was intrigued by her:)<br />
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<i>5. What about you do you see in the antagonist? </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There may be a piece of me who believes a world without chaos would be a boring world indeed. I was raised a Jehovah's Witness, so I grew up hearing that Armageddon was going to come, and then, we would live in perfect peace, and we, ourselves, would become perfect. But I believe that all things must have balance. Without dark, there would be no meaning to light. Without it, how could you define the light? You cannot live in balance if you have too much yin--or yang. Everything must live in balance. It is the law of nature.<br />
<br />
So, although I was always deeply spiritual, I grew up in conflict within myself. I was born and raised a Witness, but the things I had been taught conflicted with the things I knew, deep inside.<br />
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<i>6. What music most appropriately suits your book? </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Chanting. I think of ancient chanting when I think of my book.<br />
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<i>7. What values do you wish to impart through your book? </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I once took a class about abnormal psych. I listened to each of the students proclaim to believe in some religion. At the end of the seminar, he told a story about a young woman who claimed to have been harassed by the Christian devil. He asked each of the students what they would have done with her. They each said they would have locked her up.<br />
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If I could impart a value, it would be to decide what you truly believe and make that a vital force within you, not something you feel disconnected from and give lip service to. If you believe in God and what it says in the bible, then why would you disbelieve this young woman?<br />
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<br />
Lenore Wolfe<br />
<a href="http://www.lenorewolfe.com/" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank">www.lenorewolfe.com</a><br />
<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4368571.Lenore_Wolfe" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank">http://www.goodreads.com/<wbr></wbr>author/show/4368571.Lenore_<wbr></wbr>Wolfe</a><br />
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<a href="http://twitter.com/lenorewolfe" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank">http://twitter.com/lenorewolfe</a><br />
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By Lenore Wolfe<br />
</span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Dark Warrior: To Tame a Wild Hawk<br />
<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/43163" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank">http://www.smashwords.com/<wbr></wbr>books/view/43163</a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dark-Warrior-To-Tame-a-Wild-Hawk/184994794871684?ref=ts" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://www.facebook.com/pages/<wbr></wbr>Dark-Warrior-To-Tame-a-Wild-<wbr></wbr>Hawk/184994794871684?ref=ts</a></span><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/darkwarriorhawk" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://twitter.com/#!/</a></span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/darkwarriorhawk" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">darkwarr<wbr></wbr>iorhawk</a></span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/lenore-wolfe?store=book" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/<wbr></wbr>s/lenore-wolfe?store=book</a></span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Warrior-Dark-Cloth-ebook/dp/B004OL2J82/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1309900403&sr=8-1" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Dark-<wbr></wbr>Warrior-Dark-Cloth-ebook/dp/<wbr></wbr>B004OL2J82/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&<wbr></wbr>qid=1309900403&sr=8-1</a></span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Doorway of the Triquetra</span><div><a href="https://twitter.com/#!/DrwyofTriquetra" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">https://twitter.com/#!/<wbr></wbr>DrwyofTriquetra</a></div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doorway-of-the-Triquetra/180491168672145?ref=ts" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/<wbr></wbr>pages/Doorway-of-the-<wbr></wbr>Triquetra/180491168672145?ref=<wbr></wbr>ts</a></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66334" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://www.smashwords.com/<wbr></wbr>books/view/66334</a></span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><div><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/paranormal-doorway-to-the-triquetra-lenore-wolfe/1031510256?ean=2940012944023&itm=1&usri=lenore%2bwolfe" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/<wbr></wbr>w/paranormal-doorway-to-the-<wbr></wbr>triquetra-lenore-wolfe/<wbr></wbr>1031510256?ean=2940012944023&<wbr></wbr>itm=1&usri=lenore%2bwolfe</a></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Doorway-Triquetra-Children-Atlantis-ebook/dp/B0055OGW8U/ref=tag_dpp_lp_edpp_ttl_in" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Doorway-<wbr></wbr>Triquetra-Children-Atlantis-<wbr></wbr>ebook/dp/B0055OGW8U/ref=tag_<wbr></wbr>dpp_lp_edpp_ttl_in</a></span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>1. Tell us more about yourself</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">I absolutely love grilled steak. I've gone through phases where I've eaten steak on a daily basis, and I've still not grown tired of it. The day I look at grilled steak and say I can't do this anymore is the day the world comes to an end. Seriously. Steak is totally my thing.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>2. Tell us more about the book you are promoting?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">Shadow Cat--the first book in the Striped Ones series--heavily based in Malaysian folklore. Shaman, wehr-tigers, and penanggalan demons! Oh my! A blurb anyone?</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">Eric Randall's plan is simple-fix the mess his researchers have created in Malaysia, experience the pleasures the country has to offer, and return to the comforts of America. All it takes is one beautiful aborigine, and Eric finds himself stranded in a world of Malaysian myths and legends.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">A novice shaman amongst her people, Berani is free and independent. Yet all is not well in her homeland. Demons prey on her people, pushing them to extinction. When a strange speaking man invades her forest, she has one more worry to add to her already troubled life. Attraction or no, she will fight Eric tooth and claw to maintain her freedom. But will she destroy herself in the process?</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">If Berani wishes to save her family... if Eric wishes to reclaim his old life, they must stand together against the threats of encroaching wehr-tigers and bloodsucking demons... or perish.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>3. How does this book describe you? How does it express your thoughts?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">Tough questions. Hmm... My love affair with Shadow Cat... I'm not so sure it does describe me. However, readers will find aspects of my personality in some of the main characters (Berani, Eric, and Bryan).</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>4. What similarities do you find between yourself and the protagonist?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">Eric and Berani, Berani and Eric. I'm probably more similar to Berani than Eric. I understand her need to stand strong when threatened and her need to resist being controlled yet wanting to give up control at the same time.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>5. What about you do you see in the antagonist?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">In terms of the external antagonist, we have a bodiless demon (the penanggalan). Yikes! I can't say I identify with the demons in the novel. Although, I have some times when I lose my head and go ballistic, so my husband might point out a few similarities.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>6. What music most appropriately suits your book?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">This might seem odd, but I can't concentrate with music playing in the background. It's a huge distraction for me. I find myself concentrating on the lyrics, singing, and sometimes even dancing instead of writing. Shadow Cat was written in almost complete solitude and quiet, so I've never really thought about Shadow Cat in terms of music. I will say that I was on a Phantom of the Opera soundtrack kick at the time. Perhaps the dark, edgy, excitement of Andrew Lloyd Webber would suit Shadow Cat.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>7. What values do you wish to impart through your book?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">I didn't write Shadow Cat with the intent to impart values. However, the novel does promote the conservation of our natural resources in the rainforest. Also, my works tend to have a strong female theme. Though women are typically weaker physically, I like to show women as strong in spirit.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;">Reena</span> Jacobs is just your typical writer who loves to see her words in print. As an avid reader, she's known to hoard books and begs her husband regularly for "just one more purchase." Her home life is filled with days chasing her preschooler and nights harassing her husband. Between it all, she squeezes in time for writing and growling at the dog. You can find </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;">Reena</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;"> on <a href="http://www.reenajacobs.com/blog/" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">Ramblings of an Amateur Writer</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&search-alias=digital-text&field-author=Reena%20Jacobs" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4392112.Reena_Jacobs" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">Goodreads</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/reena-jacobs?store=book" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank" title="Reena on B&N">Barnes & Nobles</a>, <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ReenaJacobs" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">Smashwords</a>, and <a href="http://www.twitter.com/ReenaJacobs" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">Twitter</a>.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-1724633481752465972011-01-10T15:51:00.000+08:002011-01-10T15:51:22.074+08:00Book Preview<code><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyOTAwNzg2MTEzNDMmcHQ9MTI5MDA3ODYxMzQyMSZwPTU*OTI4MiZkPSZnPTImbz*1Mjc1NWFlNzBlNmI*YTZlODhk/OWNhNDdkZjE5YWI3YSZvZj*w.gif" /><object id='bookwidget' name='bookwidget' width='328' height='220'><param name='book' value='http://www.freado.com/bookwidget.swf' ></param><param name ='flashVars' Value='document_Id=9106_26646_1'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'></param><param name='allownetworking' value='all'></param><embed src='http://www.freado.com/9106/widget' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowfullscreen='true' width='328' height='220' FlashVars="document_Id=9106_26646_1"></embed></object></code>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-1964372731607963822010-12-16T12:23:00.002+08:002010-12-16T12:31:44.396+08:00New book out<iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/likebox.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fpages%2FEvolution-of-Insanity%2F152950221418922%3Fv%3Dwall&width=292&colorscheme=dark&connections=10&stream=true&header=true&height=587" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:292px; height:587px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-30808270277513999052010-11-26T10:23:00.003+08:002012-10-05T09:41:52.071+08:00Transitory Verses<div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>Inspiration is a result of something external so influential it jars our internal universe, this external force, or being, with powerful vibrations has just collided super white stars to orange and blue stars, jarring what exists within us, creating another big bang, a new thought, a new idea.</i></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>As inspiration thus becomes the beginning, the causal spark that creates and puts forth an intangible idea or ideal into a tangible or intangible expression for the sake of communication, for the sake of tangibility. Inspiration gives birth to a result, which then continues to procreate in an exponential ponzi scam like numbers, colliding and jarring into newer sources of inspiration and result and inspiration and result, dynamically shifting and destroying and creating. We resolve and then dissolve, follow the cycle repeatedly as what nature's evolution has utilized and taken place.</i></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>All those that are deemed present up to a certain frame of time are resolutions and dissolutions in process, poetry are inspiration procreating inspiration, these verses are transitory and are in the state of working progress, a step phase per step phase of experimentation and mastery and further mastery, dynamic are these verses that they do nothing but inspire further, hoping another violent and powerful revolution.</i></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Double spaced and placed with well sought out margins were observations from a window of a morning rush of nature as organic matter formed into comprehensible, evolved beings pursue their calculated daily lives. It is but a constant cycle of attaining the minimum required benchmark for survival and the crawl pace of evolution that is met, and that no danger is faced in the process accordingly.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Take into this poetry of words flowing and take that pause to rethink, it all goes away. Keep writing and let it flow, over time, it falls flat on the floor of the lowest level of the mine. It gathers no weight, and yet balance is sought, inspiration is sought, the need to feel that beauty keeping energy and pace to that of the synchronized rhythm and coordination of heartbeat and breath of a marathon runner, or that of the same marathon runner back in his homeland being chased down by a less amused feline, perhaps a Persian cat, or perhaps, a Jaguar.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It becomes abstract and unclear as clouds of verses flow in and flow out, many many choices of words, and of all the words, it makes no sense, but something feels right, something feels good, and you stop and pause to think, if it feels good, is it moral? Is it legal?</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Release is relief and relief feels good. Release is an expression, a result that is now due to procreate on its own.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We are but lonely and yet socially connected travelers in a journey through our patterned lives. However abstract, there is a story, a beginning, and end, and another beginning, formed through collaboration of dependency, interdependency, and strict aversion of a myriad of external and internal forces, chi, yin yang, vibes, and alcohol.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We are, therefore, the very poetry in our journey, we are the very transitory verses that are part of creating perfection, as what may seem insignificant, is vital to make a verse grammatically correct, and any misspells are intentional to create conflikt and confusion, to jar inspiration, create a spark, a push, or even a shove, using a tank, to get action from inaction.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">On the next page is a new blank page flowing with void everywhere, nice and white to the extent paper bleaching has brought, open to new ideas, suggestions, continuation from its past life, its previous life was page one filled with ideas yet to be further discussed. The story has not ended yet my dear and it just keeps getting better, or worse, depending on the level of sobriety, the level of inspiration. And words will keep on flowing page to next page to next page until said book reaches to its full completion, the journey, the story, is complete, all conflicts are resolved, and an ending is deemed fit.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This transitory verse creates a story, has shaken up planets, universes to great tsunamis and earthquakes for the sake of amusement and media benefit, for the sake to tear down and breed something newer, shinier, different and rebellious in its youth, but inherently in in the footsteps of its parents, inherently carrying the genetic fuckup passed on from generation to generation.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Life, in varying hallucinogenic colors of insight, which is indeed intoxicating, to the point that knowledge be deemed the cause of doom, is the cause of something new.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-6655815817254097132010-11-23T11:46:00.000+08:002010-11-23T11:46:24.771+08:00Mangrove Tour Part 3<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OSWCp1Zh6LM?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-32603557196402165302010-11-23T11:13:00.000+08:002010-11-23T11:13:46.162+08:00Mangrove Tour Part 1<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_N66Ch8mICc?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-78421970290227552862010-11-19T11:07:00.002+08:002010-11-19T11:07:15.783+08:006 Hour Drive<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">“Just one right turn 2 blocks after, see the little laundry shop, make a left, and three stores after, there’s where it is”, reply of a slightly confused, middle aged convenience store owner inside the Gas station. Wherever this guy is going, driving for 6 hours does not seem to make any sense for his destination. None whatsoever.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">And there stands our main character, thankful, as he proceeds to his car. A Japanese mid-size, he has a decent job. And now, he feels a strange twist inside his stomach, a knot that might look like if a boyscout were to go through your intestines and knot it around to something that would hold the base tent to the nail strong enough to withstand a small storm, or falling apples, whichever is the most imminent incident.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">What drove our main character, who, by the way, if Gordon, for those who is thinking of his name, to drive six hours to a place I have not yet disclosed? Here’s a hint. “In an argument between a husband and his wife, there are two sides of a story, the woman, and her mother. Yours did not matter”. Yes, his mother-in-law has arrived, and has reached boiling point, 5 days of tolerating two loud women and Mexican take-outs. Gordon is looking for something to mend his mind off and cool him down.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">“Women, like life, are only beautiful when they’re mysterious, for it is in the innate nature of man to try to discover, in frustration sometimes, and understand the underlying cause of a woman being illogical, just like life. Once discovered, life, like a woman, is something you just go along by, and hope to coexist in utmost peace, for as long as it can hold.”</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Further to the discovery, “The only illogical point in life, seems to be women and Japanese VCR players, aside from Microsoft error screens. Take them out and life is actually simple and logical, like a stable machine”.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">It might have been noticed that Gordon is an intellectual, he is, and a quiet man with stomach problems at that. At this point in time, he is not after going to the toilet or the doctor, which is not as significant as what his main issue is. He wants peace.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">From being a complete Atheist, he has pondered his curiosity to Buddhism, which offers one thing that got him curious, peace. And the peace he is seeking for, is 6 hours drive away.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">He did not realize there was a temple a block away from his house.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">He did now that he got to the temple and explained himself to the person at the lobby.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">That did piss him off.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">But for the strangest part, aside from causing greenhouse effects on his carseat, he did find peace driving 6 hours to the Buddhist temple. Asked what got him curious, in the middle of the whole argument, his TV was still on, and he saw some quiet monks who seem content.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">While driving though, he has always thought that they might have been happy and peaceful because they weren’t married to women.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">But it is this frustration with two loud women that brought him this generality, as he can believe, for others seem to still be happily married, but he does suspect that his mother-in-law might have been majorly involved in some kind of conspiracy involving irritating straight men into becoming homosexuals. Anything is possible.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">How did he end up with his wife? How did he end up not meeting hers and her mother in law’s expectations of him when they don’t meet his? What were they looking for in a man that he wasn’t? That is the more important question.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Once the romance died off, which was two days after the wedding, all’s hell.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">And here is Gordon, in front of the temple, sweaty and confused. He does not know if he is sweaty because he is confused, or because of the Mexican food. But he does realize that he has to decide, now that he has traveled six hours.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">And maybe that was his problem all along, to decide, to conclude, to justify and set his foot down. This might be what he needs to do all this time after all.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">He decided to go in the temple, make the first left, and use the toilet. He then thanks the usher in the lobby and heads home with a good sigh of relief. Therapy and reflection did come to him after all, had he known all about the temple near his house, this might have been a different story altogether. But you know what, like life, he did get the intended lesson, and this might have been the story best to suit his needs at the time.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-84935988230798692502010-04-11T22:48:00.002+08:002010-04-11T22:48:27.209+08:00I am back to bloggingExpect more articles put up here soonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-26378921338552360812008-11-08T13:06:00.000+08:002008-11-08T13:06:53.812+08:00Lord Shiva<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37e2Nbupeue4QsiRXNxam8ScS5ct8M2uCwkLez4capO_R3j1YY_d14AWuyngbsvVZzWyFZQ1uvxiErSA5WzI5upPpK5wQHn872XR59ewCx22Q1dIWDfbhbuKYq7vkTvf8DCSa0apME_um/s1600-h/shiva_wallpaper_01.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37e2Nbupeue4QsiRXNxam8ScS5ct8M2uCwkLez4capO_R3j1YY_d14AWuyngbsvVZzWyFZQ1uvxiErSA5WzI5upPpK5wQHn872XR59ewCx22Q1dIWDfbhbuKYq7vkTvf8DCSa0apME_um/s320/shiva_wallpaper_01.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-56912272780650589752008-05-23T13:06:00.002+08:002008-05-23T13:07:09.859+08:00Learn Belly Dancing<embed src='http://ishare.rediff.com/images/player.swf' FlashVars='videoURL=http://ishare.rediff.com/embedcodeplayer_config.php?content_id=247891' name='aplayer' allowScriptAccess='always' allowFullScreen='true' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' height='322' width='400'></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-53558857009088366542008-02-02T15:28:00.000+08:002008-02-03T21:48:33.061+08:00For the Love of LightMark Sebastian has that blank gaze in his eyes. This gaze he has is as if he is on a hypnotic trance on something interesting, and that there is a sudden detachment from his external senses. He is breathing, but he isn't moving, just on that blank gaze to the front. This gaze makes him look comatose, or more obsessed to that item he is staring at, but definitely not with diarrhea, as people with diarrhea cannot stay still, hoping that by not staying still they will not have to go immediately. This is something so interesting and hypnotic he cannot help it but ignore the use of any external sense.<br /><br />This hypnotic trance that happens to us due to a fixation over something we find utterly interesting has given everyone an embarrassing story. These stories can be humorous, and downright stupid, which makes it humorous in the first place. The most common trance would be a person's fixation over someone he or she is highly attracted to. When someone is highly attracted or attached to someone or something to the point of getting hypnotized, they would react in a manner that would only result in failure on their side. They lose their senses and rationality. This situation is far worse than finishing a bottle of cheap rum. Mark is intrigued on what many of us might not find so interesting, it is a shadow puppet show being done in a little rural village in Thailand. This is the country where the tone and pronunciation of words sound sweet, to the point where it sounds a little to feminine. Thai men should not be put in certain jails if they want to keep their manliness.<br /><br />Mark is a tourist, who have seen shadows ever since he was born. He has also played shadow puppets in his house with a flashlight. The best he came up with is a dog with really pointed ears. These are the same animals we can only conjure up with anyway, there was once an Indian puppet master who came up with more things out of shadows using both his hands. Mark cannot do any of that.<br /><br />And now he is staring and reflecting on how the farther the light throws the shadow to, does the shadow grow exponentially larger than the object. How an object perceived to be large in size, in reality, is something very small.<br /><br />The discovery of how light can generally cause a confusion in the size of anything or anyone was during the dark ages, where whenever cavemen went back to their cave the cave wall would reflect a larger than life shadow of a small squirrel. The image of a killer squirrel has terrified cavemen every night, until one night, when one brave caveman decided to go after the squirrel, who, in reality, did not want to go out, but was pushed out of the cave, for farting a very nasty smell. It was this time that the caveman found the squirrel, bashed its little head, and came back to the cave a hero. The reality of the killer squirrel was discovered the instant everyone decided to go out of the cave and look at the dead killer squirrel, and realize it was no larger than the regular morning squirrel. The heroic caveman had to spend the night outside.<br /><br />And there is was, in front of him, the memories of childhood, the story teller who he cannot understand, and the puppet show, mesmerized by a flood of thoughts and yet calm and peace.<br /><br />Would it ever be possible to be flooded with thoughts and yet be quiet and tranquil at the same time? Mark is so overwhelmed his system shut out the external sense, and only kept the gave, and the reflection, on how what we always see might be totally different behind the curtain, on how we mostly live on illusions and belief, when the reality behind something so complex can be so simple. This and the idea that you can have several characters played by one person, this little multi-tasking that makes us believe there are different people out there when there is only one person behind everyone. This froze Mark.<br /><br />Also, at this point, Mark is supposed to embarrass himself. This is what we are all waiting to happen to him because of that blank stare. Unless you forgot the whole point of the story, and got fixated with what Mark was thinking as well.<br /><br />Mark accidentally stroke a transvestite's breast as he moved his arm, to which the transvestite found delight, and to which made Mark apologize and subconsciously feel disgusted. After all, Mark, like all straight men, are not entirely comfortable with transvestites, and will have to accept that it will take time for everyone to readily accept them.<br /><br />The shadow story would not be relevant, as no one really paid attention to it, but it did carry an amazing storyline, and value, if only we decided to focus on that rather than getting distracted with Mark.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-45328777958237567722006-10-23T19:58:00.000+08:002006-10-23T20:00:50.286+08:00My Favorite Songs<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZZf5WdqTFo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZZf5WdqTFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><BR><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FASqYV0kfkg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FASqYV0kfkg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-75888757675453431442006-10-08T02:00:00.001+08:002006-10-08T02:00:50.727+08:00Six Hour Drive“Just one right turn 2 blocks after, see the little laundry shop, make a left, and three stores after, there’s where it is”, reply of a slightly confused, middle aged convenience store owner inside the Gas station. Wherever this guy is going, driving for 6 hours does not seem to make any sense for his destination. None whatsoever.<br /><br />And there stands our main character, thankful, as he proceeds to his car. A Japanese mid-size, he has a decent job. And now, he feels a strange twist inside his stomach, a knot that might look like if a boyscout were to go through your intestines and knot it around to something that would hold the base tent to the nail strong enough to withstand a small storm, or falling apples, whichever is the most imminent incident.<br /><br />What drove our main character, who, by the way, if Gordon, for those who is thinking of his name, to drive six hours to a place I have not yet disclosed? Here’s a hint. “In an argument between a husband and his wife, there are two sides of a story, the woman, and her mother. Yours did not matter”. Yes, his mother-in-law has arrived, and has reached boiling point, 5 days of tolerating two loud women and Mexican take-outs. Gordon is looking for something to mend his mind off and cool him down.<br /><br />“Women, like life, are only beautiful when they’re mysterious, for it is in the innate nature of man to try to discover, in frustration sometimes, and understand the underlying cause of a woman being illogical, just like life. Once discovered, life, like a woman, is something you just go along by, and hope to coexist in utmost peace, for as long as it can hold.”<br /><br />Further to the discovery, “The only illogical point in life, seems to be women and Japanese VCR players, aside from Microsoft error screens. Take them out and life is actually simple and logical, like a stable machine”.<br /><br />It might have been noticed that Gordon is an intellectual, he is, and a quiet man with stomach problems at that. At this point in time, he is not after going to the toilet or the doctor, which is not as significant as what his main issue is. He wants peace.<br /><br />From being a complete Atheist, he has pondered his curiosity to Buddhism, which offers one thing that got him curious, peace. And the peace he is seeking for, is 6 hours drive away. <br /><br />He did not realize there was a temple a block away from his house.<br /><br />He did now that he got to the temple and explained himself to the person at the lobby.<br /><br />That did piss him off.<br /><br />But for the strangest part, aside from causing greenhouse effects on his carseat, he did find peace driving 6 hours to the Buddhist temple. Asked what got him curious, in the middle of the whole argument, his TV was still on, and he saw some quiet monks who seem content.<br /><br />While driving though, he has always thought that they might have been happy and peaceful because they weren’t married to women.<br /><br />But it is this frustration with two loud women that brought him this generality, as he can believe, for others seem to still be happily married, but he does suspect that his mother-in-law might have been majorly involved in some kind of conspiracy involving irritating straight men into becoming homosexuals. Anything is possible.<br /><br />How did he end up with his wife? How did he end up not meeting hers and her mother in law’s expectations of him when they don’t meet his? What were they looking for in a man that he wasn’t? That is the more important question.<br /><br />Once the romance died off, which was two days after the wedding, all’s hell.<br /><br />And here is Gordon, in front of the temple, sweaty and confused. He does not know if he is sweaty because he is confused, or because of the Mexican food. But he does realize that he has to decide, now that he has traveled six hours.<br /><br />And maybe that was his problem all along, to decide, to conclude, to justify and set his foot down. This might be what he needs to do all this time after all.<br /><br />He decided to go in the temple, make the first left, and use the toilet. He then thanks the usher in the lobby and heads home with a good sigh of relief. Therapy and reflection did come to him after all, had he known all about the temple near his house, this might have been a different story altogether. But you know what, like life, he did get the intended lesson, and this might have been the story best to suit his needs at the time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-76703447313410491302006-09-20T13:16:00.001+08:002006-09-20T13:16:55.798+08:00<a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/gs34bue27" rel="me">Technorati Profile</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944829948317380531.post-64759778209001178282006-09-18T13:32:00.002+08:002006-09-18T13:33:38.472+08:00Reaching For The SkyA once more popular phrase, “Looking for intelligent life in outer space? We still cannot find any intelligent life here on Earth!” always lived in the philosophy of Derek Schmidt, a tired, bureaucrat going to his research building and answering wide eyed college student dreams with brochure-worded questions on what are the plans for the space program and how far has the research gone for the extra terrestrials. Like anyone working for the government, he knew diplomacy enough to be promoted into a spokesperson for a space program research who has no real plans of flying a space ship out in the sky, but to only fulfill every employees’ dream in that office, to keep getting their paycheck every 15 days until they retire, where they will get their pension.<br />It will be difficult to know what Derek really wants to say in his mind, as he keeps his false smile and sense of humor to answering our interviews, he seems to know how to evade all other questions, or make things vague, like a religious leader. But he knows something, and while he might not know much about what is their space program really doing, he has something in his mind he must have been keeping there, along with what all the other scientists think.<br />All it actually took was getting him out of the office, like a good friend, and two glasses of beer, he’s off to talking.<br />Apparently, the space program has only gone as far as making paper and aluminum wrap renditions of a space ship, they filled the bottom part of the space ship with enough fireworks to send the space ship a good 3 miles into the air, and placed the first creature to be sent to space, a hamster, on the cockpit. 20 seconds after, when the fireworks bought from<br />Chinatownstarted to show its colors, was just wonderful colors in the morning sky, just like the 4th of July. The spaceship was definitely obliterated, and the hamster fell disgustingly dead into a cake of a 7 year old’s outdoor birthday party. While this scared the kids, the adults ended up wondering where in the world did a blown up hamster come from, out the sky.<br />But more than the several attempts of shooting creatures from firework rockets, and the Lego model of “a more flexible way of making a spaceship” idea, was the ongoing philosophy found in a man who was once a wide eyed college student wanting to go to the moon, now, 20 years later, not seeing that happening apparently his whole life.<br />“What is the definition of <em>intelligent beings</em> anyway? We are not that intelligent, we are governed, like animals, in a more complex form of instinct, living off our need to survive and keep all the body organs happy. What would intelligence be, then?” Derek, like many rational scientists, do not seem to believe in free will. “In the infinite vastness of the universe, there had to be a more advanced group of beings somewhere, who also have a sky, and being more advanced, shot off themselves instead of hamsters into orbit, to visit other beings as well. But if the other creatures are not as intelligent, would they be visited? Is it possible, that in their search of intelligent being they have decided to skip our world as we are not as intelligent as we thought we are? Would we do the same?”<br />“What if they don’t have a sky to look up to? Or they never did look up? Would they ever wonder what is beyond their planet? What lies out there? Or do they ever care? WHY HASN’T ANYONE VISITED US? More confusingly, why are Americans the only ones who are seemingly being abducted and prodded in the anus all the time?”<br />He has been a rather frustrated scientist, who has spent his whole life dedicated to raising his family, his only remaining purpose, with his dream not becoming a reality after all.<br />The drive home was rather usual, just like every drive. It is a little more wary to look up the sky, as you don’t know what may fall on your face. But irregardless, when something would fall on you, it will fall on you, and you will still have to look up and wonder, like an idiot, on where it came from, without considering to properly go take shelter and watch from a safe distance, that it might fall again. But it is our hard drive on curiosity that has evolved us after all, the stupidity of going beyond our instinct to try to seek protection, and instead dream and wonder on what is out there, that has evolved us to who we are.<br />And it just makes us wonder, what was the hamster thinking a few seconds before the rocket blew up? Being miles from the Earth, looking into the sky.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0