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True of Blood: Kallen's Tale (Ch. 1)
Blood Prophecy (Ch. 1)
Blood Prophecy: Kallen's Tale (Ch. 1)
Blood Lines (Ch. 1)
Blood Lines: Kallen's Tale (Ch. 1)
Shadow Blood (Ch. 1)
Blood of Half Gods (Ch. 1)
Blood of Destiny (Ch. 1)
Blood of Dragons (Ch. 1)
Essence of Re (Ch. 1)
Exposed (Ch. 1)
Could It Be You? (Ch. 1)
Hearts on the Run (Ch. 1)
Not My Cup Of Tea
Self Published Books
In a sprawling urban landscape where magic is as common as technology, Zack Monday is a hard-working private detective, street-smart, resourceful, and clever. When a dead man walks into his office to solve the mystery of his own murder, will our hero be able to track down the hard truths that no one wants found? Along the way Zack must confront thugs, corrupt cops, ghosts, undead mobsters, angels, devils, and his ex-wife. But he won't have to do it alone; he'll get help from his partner – a half-goblin bruiser with a secret, and a slacker street-warlock whose involvement in the case is a bit of a mystery in and of itself.
Some people think being a private detective is all about following around people who are busy cheating on their significant others. Zack Monday is not that kind of private detective. He’s the kind of man that doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty, his body beaten up, or being involved in magic that’s not exactly safe – as long as he solves the case in the end. It’s this dedication to his job that makes him the perfect private detective to solve his dead client’s murder case.
Zack finds himself in deep as the pieces of the case start to unfold. He has to face old enemies, risk breaking hard sought truces, and test the loyalty of his closest friends. In a world where magic and mystical creatures are as common as technology and humans, it can be difficult to tell who’s right and who’s wrong, who’s good and who’s bad. And difficult to know who, exactly, Zack is working for as the case brings him to some of the darkest places he has ever been.
In Monday and the Murdered Man, Andrew Kirschbaum has woven a web of deceit, double dealing and mystery that keeps the reader guessing all the way through. He has created a world where underground battles are fought between creatures much more powerful than humans and where the lines of right and wrong are often blurred. The balance of these things directly affects the safety of humanity. It’s a good thing there are men like Zack Monday willing to put their lives on the line to make sure that balance is maintained.
I thank the author for a review copy and I give the book 5 stars.
Aspiring actor Jordan Patrick is rapidly realizing the world has no use for another theatre student. Desperate to prove his talents have value, he agrees to work for Dr. Foster, a psychologist who secretly hires performers to infiltrate the everyday lives of his patients, and then stage situations which advance their therapy. Once they're in, Foster's players trick his clients into situations designed to make them confront their issues.
This part-time job becomes Jordan's toughest role yet as he's assigned to follow an eccentric patient named Julie, lie his way into her life, and help Foster rebuild her trust in men.
Some people, no matter how big their problems are, are afraid to see a psychologist. On Wilder Campus, they should be. On the surface, Dr. Foster’s theories are sound. Why spend years trying to get resistant patients to change when there’s a faster way to get them to help themselves; and get off the therapist’s couch in weeks or months instead of years. All it takes is a few well planned interventions to help them face their problem and move forward. They have no idea these actors have infiltrated their lives simply to facilitate change, so no one gets hurt. When the patients have made significant enough improvements, the actors simply fade into the night. No harm done. Right?
But what happens when someone makes it too personal? When the lines between acting and feeling become blurred. What happens when no one knows who to trust anymore?
In Head Games, Kevin Alex Baker weaves a web of intricate lies, plot twists, and humor so well, the reader gets caught up and doesn’t want the book to end. But it has to so you can find out what’s really going on. You’ll read every page eagerly as a professor’s head games turn a college campus into a nest of deceit, love and murder. Not necessarily in that order. This review asks a lot of questions and so will you as you turn the pages, looking for that key clue that will make everything make sense.
I thank the author for a review copy and I give the book five stars.
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June 30, 2011
June 28, 2011
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
~ Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
June 27, 2011
Was there a more difficult lesson for a human being to learn, a paradox harder to accept? Even though the great emotions, the great truths, were universal; even though the mind of humanity was ultimately one mind, still, each and every single individual had to establish his or her own special, personal, particular, unique, direct, one-on-one, hands-on relationship with reality, with the universe, with the Divine. It might be complicated, it might be a pain in the ass, it might be, most of all, lonely - but it was the bottom line.
It was as different for everybody as it was the same, so everybody had to take control of their own life, define their own death, and construct their own salvation. And when you finished, you didn't call the Messiah. He'd call you."
~ Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All
June 26, 2011
- Was born with teeth.
- Is the seventh son or daughter.
- Ate the flesh of a sheep killed by a werewolf.
- Is a dead werewolf.
- Is the child of a vampire and a werewolf.
- Has red hair.
- Is a corpse that a dog, a cat, or a child jumped over.
- Is a child cursed by its own parents.
- Was murdered, and the murderer remains unpunished.
- Was struck by lightening.
- Is different or unpopular.
- Is a liar.
- Is a wicked person.
Wow! It's a wonder there's anyone left who isn't a vampire! Wait a minute. Maybe there isn't."
~ Dona Smith, Vampires
June 25, 2011
~ Leland Gregory, Stupid History
June 23, 2011
~ Anne Rice, Tale of the Body Thief
June 22, 2011
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
June 21, 2011
and listen to the trees.
To me the sweetest music
is those branches in the breeze.
So imagine that the lovely moon
is playing just for you -
everything makes music
if you really want it to."
~ Giles Andrede, Giraffes Can't Dance
June 20, 2011
Had I only stopped at the proper time, I could have made anything out of it.
That was the bitterest thought of all!"
~ Rudyard Kipling, My Own True Ghost Story
June 19, 2011
~ Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
June 17, 2011
June 16, 2011
Rockabye baby, in the treetop.
Don't you know a treetop
Is no safe place to rock?
And who put you up there,
And your cradle too?
Baby, I think someone down here's
Got it in for you.
~ Shel Silvertein, A Light In the Attic
June 15, 2011
June 14, 2011
Eyes of grey - a sodden quay,
Driving rain and falling tears,
As the steamer wears to sea
In a parting storm of cheers.
Sing, for Faith and Hope are high -
None so true as you and I -
Eyes of black - a throbbing keel,
Milky foam to left and right;
Whispered converse near the wheel
In the brilliant tropic night.
Cross that rules the Southern Sky!
Stars that sweep and wheel and fly,
Hear the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of brown - a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June,
Flying hoof and tightened rein,
Hearts that beat the old, old tune.
Side by side the horses fly,
Frame we now the old reply
Of the Lovers' Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
Eyes of blue - the Simla Hills
Silvered with the moonlight hoar;
Pleading of the waltz that thrills,
Dies and echoes round Benmore.
"Mabel," "Officers," "Good-bye,"
Glamour, wine, and witchery -
On my soul's sincerity,
"Love like ours can never die!"
Maidens of your charity,
Pity my most luckless state.
Four times Cupid's debtor I -
Bankrupt in quadruplicate.
Yet, despite this evil case,
And a maiden showed me grace,
Four-and-forty times would I
Sing the Lover's Litany:
"Love like ours can never die!"
~ Rudyard Kipling, The Works of Rudyard Kipling
June 13, 2011
June 12, 2011
~ A. Lee Martinez, Monster
~ Leland Gregory, Stupid History
June 08, 2011
'Specimens.' the woman spit it out like she was disgusted and certainly not afraid. 'You're gonna nickel-and-dime my body parts? Is that what you have in mind, young man?' She was holding her ankle but it didn't stop her. 'I'll have you know that my husband was murdered for millions of dollars. Millions.'"
~ Alex Kava, Damaged
June 07, 2011
'Pay me the proof of your pain.'
Sir Luckless drew his sword and attempted to kill the beast, but his blade snapped. Then Altheda cast rocks at the Worm, while Asha and Amata essayed every spell that might subdue or entrance it, but the power of their wands was no more effective than their friend's stones or the knight's steel: The Worm would not let them pass.
The sun rose higher and higher in the sky, and Asha, despairing, began to weep.
Then the great Worm placed its face upon hers and drank the tears from her cheeks. Its thirst assuaged, the Worm slithered aside, and vanished into a hole in the ground."
~ J.K. Rowling, The Tales of Beedle the Bard
June 06, 2011
I wrote such a beautiful book for you
'Bout rainbows and sunshine
And dreams that come true.
But the goat went and ate it
(You knew that he would),
So I wrote you another one
Fast as I could.
Of course it could never be
Nearly as great
As that beautiful book
That the silly goat ate.
So if you don't like
This new book I just wrote -
Blame the goat.
~ Shel Silverstein, A Light In The Attic
June 05, 2011
~ John Stuart Mill, On Liberty
June 04, 2011
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Three Important Myth
by Lou Martin
1. There was once a boy and girl but their familys were always arguing so naturally these two children or people would meet each other on the sly. One day a bleeding lion came along. Horrorfied she ran away leaving her scarf! The lion played with it for a while and then went away. The boy came back and seeing the bleeding scarf taught that she was killed. Remosely he took his knife and his life! The girl saw her boy-friend was dead and she decided to kill her self! The 2 familys seeing their dear children dead realised how silly they were & became friends after learning a horrorful lesson. The same conflict appears in Shakespeer.
2. Pygmalian was a myth who was a sculpture. He was the type of man who didn't like women particulally but this story changes this. One day he made a statue of his wife-to-be and put in everything he wanted just so and when it was finished he wanted to marry her but since she wasn't alive he couldn't very well do so. What to do? Pray, of course, which he did to the G----ss of love who made her alive! From this we get My Fair Lady and others.
3. Adonis was a handsome youth from Asia Miner and Venus was the G----ss of love. She use to spend all her time going hunting with him and fishing and other sports. All the manly outlets of life! One day while Adonis went hunting a wild bore killed him and all the Gods pitied Venus so much they then allowed him to rise from the dead to dwell as her husband part time. During the months in which he visits we call Springtime."
~Bel Kaufman, Up The Down Staircase
June 03, 2011
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, I said. And she did. I started climbing. Watch out for my hair, she said, I don't want split ends. Take your boots off, I just washed it, she said. Watch out for my barrette, it's my favorite! she said. Why are you slowing down? Aren't you strong enough to rescue me? Why did you stop? What kind of prince are you, anyway? I climbed back down. I've heard about this other princess who's asleep - a real beauty.
~ John Grandits, Technically, It's Not My Fault
June 02, 2011
In Los Angeles, Dr. Kornblum finished the autopsy and ruled that in his opinion, 'John Belushi, a 33-year-old white male died of acute toxicity from cocaine and heroin.'
Two days later, about 1,000 family members and friends attended a memorial service in New York at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine. Aykroyd took a small tape recorder from his blue knapsack, held it up to a microphone and, as he'd promised John six months earlier, played a tape of the Ventures' 'The 2,000-Pound Bee.' At first everyone seemed stunned, but soon they were laughing."
[The Ventures' 'The 2,000-Pound Bee: http://www.theventures.com/index.php?pg=music&id=13]
~ Bob Woodward, Wired The Short Life and Fast Times of John Belushi
June 01, 2011
It was nothing like I'd seen before, and I'd been in Central America a long time. About sixty people were dancing around to the beat of twenty people drumming, singing chants they all seemed to know. Some people were making out, others were spinning around, and the rest were running around naked. Restless, I looked around for someone to make out with since naked running and spinning were out of the question."
~ Cara Tabachnick, Not So Funny When It Happened