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Chronicle of the Liberator -- Review

Chronicle of the Liberator (Paperback)By Ronald T. JonesAugust 15, 2004Iuniverse$12.95Ronald T. Jones’ Chronicle of the Liberator is a thrilling science fiction read. Ronald definitely captured the true essence of a military sci-fi story with this story.Chronicle of the Liberator is about Thomas Richard Jackson, a mild-manner man living a boring life, who breathes the spirit of low self-esteem. One day, during a horrific episode, which highlights his meekness, he is snatched from Earth and transported across the universe onto a ship. There he befriends an alien, Likir, and Likir’s servant, Coowald. Likir tells Thomas that he is destined to save Earth. However to do it, Thomas must assassinate a great and powerful leader of an interstellar empire. Together, in order to build his mind, body and spirit into a warrior, Likir and Coowald train Thomas in military fighting, leadership and strategic planning. Soon after, Likir tests Thomas in a live-fire exercise, which stresses Thomas to the breaking point. The knowledge that he must survive so he can save Earth, fuels him to keep going.Chronicle of the Liberator is a self-awakening story, showing playing it safe in the journey of life isn’t really living. Ronald lightly seeds Thomas’ character with internal and external prominence and like a master, magnificently steers the reader through ebbs, swirls and surges of his growth. Ronald designs a powerful backdrop of believable military campaigns, battles and techniques in which Thomas thrives and eventually leads to his rebirth as a battle-tested combat-forged leader. Watching this unfold in the pages of this book was both enjoyable and heart-wrenching at times.I enjoyed reading the battle scenes and compared the combat strategies to present day teachings. As a military veteran, experience in military planning and strategy, I found this book to be on target. I recommend this book to all sci-fi enthusiasts, but especially those with a penchant for military sci-fi.Malcolm “RAGE” Pettewaywww.ragebooks.nethttp://malpetteway.blogspot.com/http://osguards.com/
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My Voting Story is in Essence!

OK it's not really a story -- more like a blurb -:) And it's beside I'm sure countless others. But my feelings on the night Brother President was elected were (and are) heartfelt and I'm so proud!!Here's the link:The Obamas: Portrait of America's New First Family: From the Editors of Essencehttp://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Valjeanne+Jeffers&x=13&y=24P.S. I sure wish Brother President would pick up a copy of Immortal -- he likes Harry Potter (laugh)!
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Theyre all mine!

Just finished the script on the third installment of my new webcomic titled they're all mine. My kids make my job so easy...they just keep coming up with material. We put aside a few of our other projects to finish this because its been so fun to write but I think we will be releasing out next straight to mobile comic sometime in September so stay tuned for some behind the scene looks at the creation process on that one.
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Ain't The Twenty-First Century Fun?

Hearing what that Fat sack of festering feces ( Rush Limpburger) burbled on the propaganda network about President Obama and his appearance at the final coming home at Dover AFB of the Afghan War's dead, and thefact that none, zero, nein, there callled him out on it, fills me with a disgust. The mainstream news media allows such hatewhippers as Limperoo to getaway with this by allowing them to mask themselves with "political entertainers." They held themselves shocked with the same froth when Pres. Carter called the nation out for its flareup of racism. Pres. Obama an example of being a centrist politician tried not to give the befouled furtherammunition by being called an angry Black Man by agreeing with Pres. Carter openly. And if he called the backward Dems and the reprehensible Lieberman out on health reform, the backlash would be fevered if he did so forcibly and in public. Those registered "Uncle Toms" inc. Ron Good Colored man Elder, Foureyed Beanhead Ron Christy and that Mikey Rusted Steele, would be screeching how ashamed they are of the President and by the way he's uppity. And let's not forget Armmmy "Weak" Williams that bought off 'ho who didn't gag when he said he counted the King of the Dixiecrats, as his mentor. Vile, Vile, Vile ConstipatedRepoobs Coloreds are vile. We see the content of their character, what ever Boss Moneybags thinks theys sho nuf should be. And if some bloated bag of... slanders the President, well massa got the 'nawledge and I beleef what he say. Bastards.
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Chat Anyone?

Hello everyone,
I see a few brave souls have joined us on in our Black Science Fiction virtual online space on small worlds. Make sure to sign the guestbook when you login. If you need help just send me a quick note. I want to start the weekly chat sessions back up and this would be a good place to do it. Send me your suggestion for a convenient time to have the weekly chats.
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The deadline for the Speculative Literature Foundation's Older Writers' Grant is fast approaching! The grant of $750 is available to any writer of speculative literature of 50 years or older at the time of application who is just beginning to work professionally in the field. There are no restrictions on the use of the grant money.Applicants are asked to submit a brief autobiographical statement, a writing sample, and a bibliography. For full details on how to apply for the grant, please see the SLF web site: http://www.speculativeliterature.org/Grants/SLFOlderWriters.php, or email olderwriters@speclit.org. Applications must be received by March31st 2009. The successful applicant will be announced on June 1, 2009.
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I'm new to the group and it's a good feeling to find folks "like me". One of the best things about this group is that I'll have others to bounce some ideas of off. Mrs. Morgan can only take so much (she is not into sci-fi :-)I've been sitting on a story I started about six years ago. I would like to finish it, but I'm really in need of some feedback. The gist of the story is that Denmark Vesey's planned revolt was not betrayed. Not only did it go on, but it was wildly successful. In this setup, we witness the event that kept the revolt a secret.BTW: I have tough skin, so don't pull any punches.Insurrection by Lonnie Morgan Jr. (c) 2009PrologueMay 26, 1822 – Charleston, United States of AmericaNervously, Devany looked back to see if he had been followed from the wharf. He tried to calm himself, but his breath was coming out in a ragged rush, sweat was pouring from his shiny bald head and was pooling under his arms. He stole a quick glance back again, almost convinced that William would be following right behind.As soon as the word insurrection fell from William’s thick lips, Devany’s mind stopped working. Insurrection. The word echoed in his mind over and over. How could William think of such a thing? The Good Lord forbids rising up against your master. Reverend Granger taught the slaves this lesson every Sunday.“Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but in singleness of heart, fearing God – Colossians 3:22”Devany took another glance. No William. He tried to quicken his step lest William catch up with him, but his feet felt as if they were full of lead pellets. Trying, but failing miserably to maintain his composure, Devany stepped into the busy Saturday afternoon streets of Charleston.“Lord, please he'p meh. I wants no parts of dis plot.”Not realizing that he was speaking aloud, Devany stopped cold when he heard a brusque voice call out behind him.“Who are you talking to boy?!”Devany slowly turned. He was nearly face-to-face with an obscenely obese representation of Charleston’s gentry glaring at him. The man’s portly face was red and sweaty in the humid heat of an early Charleston summer's mid-afternoon. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead; sweat darkened the entire front side of his white linen blouse. The ivory handled cane on which he was leaning creaked and moaned under his enormous weight. It appeared to be on the verge of exploding into splinters any second. For a moment, Devany was too stunned to speak.“Are you dumb niggah? I asked you a question!”“No suh. I was just talk . . . just tryin tah get…”, Devany’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. He could feel bile worming its way up his throat. A sickly sweet lump full of William's treacherous plan was on the verge of spilling out into the hot summer sun. Devany wanted desperately to reveal the truth and relieve himself of the burden he carried. But this white man was a stranger. Not all white people could be trusted, especially with a story such his. No, he must talk to someone he could trust, someone who would know what to do.Devany lowered his eyes to the gutter and spoke softly, “Ah’m sorry suh. I was not payin’ no mind to where I was goin’. My massa gots me so busy t’day I cain’t walk an’ think at the same time.”“Well, you keep a watch of where you are walkin’. Now get outta my way!”, the man snapped.He pushed past Devany nearly knocking him down. He could hear the fat man cursing every slave in Charleston as he lumbered away. Devany knew he had to get to a safe place and get the story out before he spilled it to the wrong person. He was never any good with keeping secrets and this was the biggest secret he had ever been told.As he continued his search for a confidant, Devany began to scrutinize the faces of other blacks that he passed on the street. Any one of them could be involved in the wicked plot. Each familiar face now seemed utterly alien to him as he imagined them wild eyed with machetes in hand; hacking and slashing their masters to death as they slept peacefully. He could not imagine that any of the slaves on his plantation would take part in such a vile act.Aunt Fannie was always so cheerful in the master’s kitchen. She loved fixing breakfast and supper, humming and singing the words of the Good Lord. All of the other house slaves never had a harsh word to say about the master and his family. They went about their daily chores without complaint. Even those in the field were quite happy.It is true that the master had to give a few of the wild ones a good lashing every now and then. Often times it was a well-deserved lashing. Even so, Devany had never heard any slave speak ill of Master Prioleau. Then of course, Devany stayed in the big house most of time. He slept on a bed of hay on the kitchen floor under a cotton quilt that Aunt Fannie had sewn. Devany always thought of himself as the master’s special slave. Master Prioleau would never let any of the others go down to the wharf alone. No sir!The wharf. The thought of it brought the lump to his throat again. His eyes scanned the street for a familiar and trusting face. And praises be to His name, Devany saw Thaddeus Pensil on the opposite side of Meeting Street twirling an umbrella as he window shopped. Mr. Pensil was a well-known freeman, a mulatto whom could be trusted to deliver the secret to the right people. Devany would often see him in the streets of Charleston, wearing the finest clothes a Negro could afford. His speech was nearly as good as the white mans. It was full of proper sounding English, not the embarrassing hodge podge most slaves spoke. Yes, he could trust him. Hurriedly, Devany crossed the street to catch up to Thaddeus.“Mista Pensil suh. I needs to talk with you. It’s mighty important.”Thaddeus Pensil was a thin reed of a man. His skin was the color of sand, his auburn hair revealed to the world his white heritage. He’d been a free person since birth. His mother, a slave who’d mastered the loom, was set free by her master’s wife following his death some 20 odd years ago. Smiling, Thaddeus removed his hat before speaking in his light and airy sing-song voice, “Why hello Devany. What can I help you with?”Again, the lump jumped into Devany’s throat. A rush of sweat beaded up on his bald head. He was forced to whisper just to get the words out. Leaning close he said, “I’d ratha not speak on it here. Is there somewheres we can talk?”Thaddeus’ smile ever so slightly turned down. He grabbed Devany by the arm and quickly marched him into a nearby alley. It was dangerous for two Negroes to be seen on the streets of Charleston appearing to have a private conversation. As free and light-skinned as he was, Thaddeus was still under the watchful eye of many white Charlestonians.He looked back to be sure no one had seen he and Devany duck into the alley. The stank of urine and of rotten food in the small confines of the alley was overpowering. Through a door at towards the dark recesess, Thaddeus could hear the clanking of a restaurant’s kitchen. Hopefully no one would emerge from the door unexpectedly.Once they were out of view from the Saturday afternoon downtown strollers, Thaddeus spoke again. This time his voice was serious and firm, “What is it Devany?”Thaddeus listened intently as Devany revealed the plot to overthrow the gentry and take control of Charleston proper. More than once he had to shush Devany for fear of being overheard. A few minutes later, Devany finished the story, including his description of his run-in with the obese white man.Thaddeus grabbed Devany by the shoulders and pulled him close. “You have done the right thing my friend. It would not have been wise to reveal this most fiendish plan to just any white man. If it is true, we must tell the proper authorities.” He took a look out into the street and slowly pulled Devany further into the alley behind a stack of wooden crates. The restaurant door was still closed shut, the cooks continued to clang away.“Now I want you to listen closely. I want you to return to Prioleau Plantation and tell the Colonel what you have heard. I will come out to the plantation later in the evening and confirm with him the story. I will also assure him that you are not in any way connected with these scoundrels.” Thaddeus took another look out into the street. No one was watching or listening to the two them.“After that, we will let him deal with the authorities.” Firmly he added, “Do not tell anyone else of the plan. Do you understand?”Devany looked as if he wanted to speak, but no words came from his mouth. He slowly nodded his head in agreement.“Now go. And remember, do not tell a soul.”When Devany had completely turned his back, Thaddeus raised his umbrella and brought the handle down with as much force as possible on the back of Devany’s head. The blow plowed him into the crates. A loud crash echoed off of the alley walls. Devany fell face first onto the brick alley with a dull thud. Thaddeus quickly looked to the street to see if the commotion had raised any suspicions. Two couples in arm and a lone man walked past the alley’s entrance. Not one of them even glanced his way.Looking down at Devany’s limp form, Thaddeus thought to himself, “How could William be so stupid!?” Of all people to bring into the circle, he tried to recruit Devany. If the rumor were true, the fool believed that he was a Prioleau himself!Early in the planning phase, Thaddeus had hoped that those with Devany’s mentality could become allies as the insurrection began. After all, they were closer to the whites than any other Negroes and could inflict damage more swiftly, more quietly, and more accurately. But he realized, that in the fight for freedom, some would not go along and everyone could not be trusted.The clanking of the restaurant kitchen continued on without interruption. As quietly as possible, Thaddeus dragged Devany’s body back behind the crates that had remained standing. Dark red blood oozed from the back of his skull. He gently placed one hand under Devany’s chin and the other on the top of his head. With a quick twist and sickening crack, he made sure that Devany would not speak about the insurrection again.Satisfied with the results, he stood up and brushed down his jacket and pants. The umbrella had broken in two when it slammed against Devany’s head. Thaddeus quietly disposed of the shattered pieces into a nearby trashcan.Pulling out his pocket-handkerchief, he wiped something wet from his face. It was a small drop of Devany’s blood. The first blood to be spilled in the fight for freedom. Thaddeus thought it ironic that the first blood would come from a member of his own race.Straightening his jacket once more and forcing a smile onto his face, Thaddeus stepped back onto Meeting Street to continue his weekly Saturday window-shopping.
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Call for information: SciFi and Fantasy

Call for Information: Sci-Fi and Fantasy-- Publishers Weekly, 3/2/2009 12:31:00 PMFeature: Science Fiction & FantasyIssue: April 13Deadline: March 20Needed: Publishers’/editors’ written comments on the state of this category: latest trends, bestsellers, effects of the recession, etc. Particular attention to themes of apocalypse/dystopia/global warming etc.; non-white and non-Western authors and characters; and short-story collections and anthologies. We’ll be looking at titles pubbing between March 1 and November 30. Story and sidebar ideas are welcome. E-mail submissions strongly preferred, to rose.fox(AT)reedbusiness.com; or mark packages "SF/Fantasy Issue" and send to Rose Fox, PW, 360 Park Ave. South, New York, NY 10010.http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6641114.html
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Introduction of the Osguards

Hello,My name is Malcolm Petteway and I'm new to the group. It is wonderful to network with other Black Science Fiction fans. I am a up and coming science fiction author, who has written four novels and published three of them through the "small press" Iuniverse. Presently, my novels are not available while I again search for a traditional publisher.Let me tell you my first search for a traditional publisher was frustrating. All the rejection notices had the same theme; 'there is no market for a science fiction novel with Black protagonist.' One publisher even offered to take another look if I made the characters White.So I went the self-publishing route, and did faily well with the first book. I had a small fan base of White consumers. So that only goes to show, that a good story crosses all racial barriers. Unfortunately, I had a smaller fan base of Black consumers, which supported the rejection letters.Now I am represented by Tee C. Royal of Royal Literary Management and we are tackling the traditional publishers again.Let me tell you about my Novels. It is a four book series called the Osguards. Osguards is a gripping ride through time and space detailing the horrors of American slavery, the rise of racism during the post reconstruction era, the grit of U.S. urban life at the turn of the century and ultimately the terror of an escalating war played out in the heavens—all surrounded by complex military and political stratagems for power.Osguards contains flash and technical wizardry, thrilling suspense, and historical intrigue. The difference from other books in this genre is that Osguards revolves around the present day with African Americans as the lead characters. The historical subplots are critical, giving birth and allowing resolution to the main characters' inner and outer conflicts.The Osguards are descendants of twin princesses from the planet of Chaktun. Over one hundred years ago, the sisters escape to Earth, a former Kulusk prison planet. They arrive in the state of Virginia, just prior to the United States Civil War. The sisters, Laurona and Nausona Osguard, are enslaved, beaten and raped prior to their rescue and return to their home planet of Chaktun. Unable to save their children, they leave them to mature in the post-civil war United States. Michael Genesis and his cousins are the present day descendants, who have become the leaders of their ancestors' organization, the Universal Science, Security and Trade Association of Planets (USSTAP). Each Osguard is a Commander and Chief of an individual galaxy with signatory planets to the organization.If you want to learn more, please visit www.osguards.com.I'm looking forward to being a member of this group.ThanksMalcolm "Rage" Pettewaywww.osguard.comwww.malpetteway.blogspot.com
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My 3D Prototype of Earth Squadron Game Is Ready For Download and Testing. It's been about 10 years since my last video games so I'm ramping my skills back up for the Earth Squadron 3D Shooter Video Game. This is just a one room demo. Right now it's PC only. The faster your computer the better. To Check it out go to www.EarthSquadron.com

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The Story of Eve/the early years

The business of films is the business of dreams.Michael Woods 1975 America in the Movies...Our time machine sets down at the turn of the century. America is young, fresh and full of ambition. Across an orange and purple tinted dawn walks Eve...she is still beautiful, still hopeful that some one will recognize her true, true name. She doesn't know that soon she will be exploited by the Hollywood dream machine... Let's roll forward to the year 1915: W.D. GrIffith's notorious classic The Birth of a Nation is about to debut.Audiences are squirming in anticipation...
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The dream of blacks making science fiction as a concept has been in the minds of many of us since we were all children watching science fiction movies and television shows such as Buck Rogers, Star Wars, Battle Star Galactic and Star Trek. Most of us have however, found that the characters that are ethnic, as a general rule most often have been relegated to secondary roles, sidekicks, stereotypes, sex objects, dope heads, not in the show at all or my favorite the first to die in the show. We however, feel it is only right to present science fiction with a different face, one that is not filled with the normal negative representation of ethnic characters. We think that it is essential for characters of all colors and creeds should be represented positively and fairly. The Digital Brothers Company is made up of individuals directly involved in a multimedia, web design, computer technology, graphic design, animation, photography and advertising. With this background coupled with talented writers, we decided to start making our own short films after seeing disappointment after disappointment in our representation in present science fiction shows. Eventually we hope to do a major feature when the opportunity presents itself. With this said we hope that you will enjoy our shows and ask that you spread the word and support us in our endeavors. As I write this, we have set the things in motion to create our first science fiction project. The story was written back in 2002 and is set to become a comic book, movie, action figure set and video game. Wish us luck and check back for more info on the project as it develops. I think what pushed me over the edges was that my 7 year old son and I were watching tv together and he asked me "Why are all the bad guys black people? " I tried my best to explain things to him as best I could. But I was ashamed that the situation was so dire that a then 1st grader could see it. So given that. I decided that since there were not enough positive images out there for him then I would create them for him. www.EarthSquadron.com
I want to ask for your support on BlackScienceFictionSociety.com’s first independent movie, Earth Squadron. It’s a tale of what happens when Earth’s unwanted become its only hope. This project is sponsored by our parent company www.TheDigitalBrothers.com please check out the blog on TheDigitalBrothers BSFS page to find out more about it. We are trying to raise $10,000 to finance the 30 minute video movie so please donate $20 or more what you can, no amount will be turned away.

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