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The Horizon Venture - Chapter One

Posted by Vidal Montgomery on November 13, 2010 at 2:00pm
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Blood . Fire. Death. Mutilation. Piercing screams of soldiers with limbs blown off. The eyes of the recently dead, bulging, staring in disbelief. Vermin-ravaged corpses, insects crawling in and out of their twisted mouths. Blood erupting from the bodies of women and children as they tried in vain to escape the deluge of gunfire. The dance of the refugees as they smelled their own flesh burn, as the napalm flames consumed their skin, their bones, their souls. Agony stored for later years as villagers watched their wives and mothers raped, beaten, and left as if dead, as if never alive. The sizzle of hot pokers on flesh, or in eyeballs, or thrust deep into open wounds. Tanks, driving over the bodies of children that squelched and cracked and were crushed like eggshells ...

And in all the conflagration, wading through the carnage with a necklace of ears, eyes and fingers, and the smell of charred bodies as his perfume, his face bore no emotion as he killed and killed and killed -
Teacher awoke from his nightmare, his heart pumping painfully in his chest, his breathing spasmodic, and his body shaking. He had been strapped into an electric chair. For a moment, he struggled. And then somewhere in the room a circuit was activated, a small generator kicked in with a busy hum, followed by a surge of energy. Teacher braced himself--
The doors to the execution chamber slid open, buzzed closed behind the five men in military uniform who had entered the room. One of them approached Teacher, removing large dark round sunglasses from a wrinkled pale face. He folded them, tucked them into a khaki breast pocket, shaking his head ” Black Knight. What a soldier. What a waste,” the man said before adding “ Control room: This is Cleyff. Throw the switch. And this time make sure he’s dead. You know how hard these guys are to kill.”
As tertiary generators crackled into action, Teacher noticed his own reflection in the two-way mirror of the control room. For a moment he wondered just who he was looking at. He didn't know this person at all. No memories. Nothing. And then the current came. One hundred amperes, and urine dribbled shamefully down his leg. Two hundred amps, and he could smell the hair on his body burning.
Three hundred amps, and Teacher screamed from the depth of his being.
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The "Masters of 3 Acts" Scriptwriter's Group

Posted by H. Wolfgang Porter on November 13, 2010 at 10:04am
Just wanted to let everyone know there's a new scriptwriter's group for those interested in screenplay writing for film or television. Topics that will be discussed are; basic scriptwriting, adapting novels to screenplays, long and short-form scriptwriting and writing scripts for Sci-fi, Fantasy and Horror films. Feel free to take a look and if you decide to 'stay', I'll be happy to 'chain you to a workstation' as there's a ton of writing to be done!
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Crossing over part one

Posted by Soyinka I. Ogunbusola on November 12, 2010 at 4:30pm

Sometimes lucid dreaming will shift your reality into another existence. Even though you hear the clock on the wall ticking and the traffic through your open wind with the breeze on your face. Somehow your consciousness has shifted behind closed eyelids now your are residing in a distant world of spirits in a place comprised of mostly water elementals who traversed the surface. These beings were elements within elements that created their own individual realities; multi-dimensional plains. Populated among the more unique plains of existence was an advanced race called the Chakra. This was a culture steeped heavily into the ancient Rites. Its occupants relied upon their chosen to successfully complete dangerous Rites of passage where many did not survive. An arduous journey into the denser plains of existence was only the beginning of the perilous Rites of passage. They must engage with the non-evolved and attempt to open the seven bridges of consciousness. On Kun-Li’s fifth cycle at the mountains of the moon it was divined by the stellar oracle that her time had come to under go the Rites.
“Kun-Li it is you who must insure the opening of the way for bridges of consciousness, and in doing so you can not allow your essences to be dissipated or corrupted,” the octagon shaped crystal whispered in a raspy voice as the young hexagon crystal glistening eagerly awaiting the wisdom of the elder crystal. The elder crystal flickered within the bank of mist that hovered over the water. “At the top of the mountain is where you must find the Kundalini and become one with the fire element.”
“The fire element…you mean I must confront the serpent of fire?” Fear cloaked Kun-Li like the setting of the midnight sky.
“Do not let your fears darken your light….how will you successfully complete the Rites in the denser plains?” Immediately Kun-Li’s ambient light was absorbed by the mist; beckoning Kun-Li to ride the mist to the mountains of the moon.
Gazing down from the mountain peak was the fierce Kundalini. Diamond shaped black onyx scales covered the powerful body that coiled around the mountain’s peak. The slitted emerald eyes watched the approaching mist. “Ahhhh another wishes to descend down into the abyss of dark matter. Huuuummm how interesting.” Patiently the serpent sat awaiting the ascending mist. Kun-Li could feel the atmosphere changing with every breath the serpent took as the mist swayed back and forth. The hexagon crystal wondered how the serpent would react; considering none of the other crystals or gems returned from the denser plains. Kun-Li attempted to fight back the fear that threatened to dominate. “I can smell your apprehension and almost taste the fear that threatens to ravish you.” Kun-Li paused debating weather or not to approach the serpent that had been destined to swallow up the bringers of fear. “Tell me….shell I devour you now or later?” Fire sprayed forth with every word burning away the mist that had concealed the crystal. Kun-Li’s illumination flickered frantically; being so close to the serpent’s muzzle.
“If you devour me I will not be able to fulfill my destiny.”
“But it is my destiny to devour fear….after all I am Kundalini.” Kun-Li thought intently,”I must master my fear,” over and over Kun-Li repeated like some melodic mantra until the flickering illumination became an ambient and steady glow.
“Immmmpresssive,” the serpent hissed. “So tell me….what is it that is one with the darkness? If you answer correctly you may mount the Kundalini…do not let your ignorance doom you. Kun-Li thought long and hard before answering. The serpents head weaved back and forth waiting for an answer. Kun-Li’s illumination began to pulsate, “it is in the darkness where all colors are one.”
“Immmmpresssive Kun-Li you have earned the right to mount Kundalini, but before doing so remember….alternative realities can be terrifying so remember to always master your fear and you will prevail as we descend into the lower realms; there we will rise up burning away all lower base instincts of the seven bridges of consciousness of the temple up to its apex gaining enlightenment fulfilling ones destiny.”
So with one swift leap Kun-Li and Kundalini was one vanishing from existence to fulfill their destiny leaving you behind for your consciousness to be painted back on to the canvas of your physical world in another dimension of the Chaos Chronicals.
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A new Adventure begins...

Posted by Vidal Montgomery on November 12, 2010 at 12:51pm
All,

I've finished my first novel - The Horizon Venture - and I want to share it with you; positive critical feedback is welcomed! I'm going to publish a chapter every fortnight, up to chapter 5, and if the response is good, I'll publish more. First chapter goes up tomorrow.

Just so you know a little of what you're letting yourself in for, the synopsis is below:

The Horizon Venture - Synopsis
2056: the Colonial Wars have ended and, a fragile detente between humans and locals on the planet
Horizon -3 is in place. But the Xienom, a powerful and highly advanced indigenous majority, are still
angry at “the Terran maggot’s cancerous irruption” into the wider galaxy – and their own civilisation, and
are frustrated with the Interplanetary Federation’s inaction in bringing humanoid behaviour into line with
the rest of the planet, which they regard as humanoid favouritism.

In a seemingly unrelated incident one such humanoid, named Teacher, escapes from the private army
he’d been conscripted into at birth by Kane, a ruthless intergalactic industrialist whose company
KANECORP locates and prepares hostile alien environments for Earth’s future expansion using clone
supersoldiers.

Somewhere in Teacher’s memory is highly sensitive information which could reveal the truth of Kane’s
clandestine operations to the Interplanetary Federation. This would most likely see calls for humans to
be deported from the Horizon Galaxy, or incarcerated with immediate effect. Kane despatches some of
his best trained clones to “contain the situation”. But Teacher, armed with free improvised thought, is
more than a match for them; he leaves a trail of bodies in his wake, and draws the attention of local
news broadcasters and law enforcement agencies in the process.

Now desperate for asylum, but unsure of who he can trust, Teacher decides that the enemy of his
enemy is his friend - in this case Kane’s brother Ken, another industrialist, who has made it his personal
responsibility to curtail Kane’s interplanetary “ventures”. He knows that Ken will be able to make sense
of the information, and perhaps shed a little light on exactly who Teacher – code name Black Knight -
really is, and what Black Knight has done to the Xienom in the name of Earth.

Teacher begins transmitting highly sensitive information to Ken, but Kane intercepts, and blows Teacher
up, causing a major international incident in the process. Kane knows that Ken, his nemesis, will be
saddled with rescuing the fragile peace process on Horizon -3, giving Kane plenty of time to cover his
tracks, and make good his escape.

But Teacher survives the explosion; he is no ordinary clone soldier. And it turns out he’s only half clone;
the other half is Belusian, - a race that looks human, but are actually refugees from another galaxy.
That Belusian heritage also gave Teacher a twin sister, Lotti, who left Earth ten years ago to find him.
Freed of Kane’s influence, Lotti can now repair the telepathic link common to Belusian twins, and restore
his sense of who he really is. Through this Teacher learns that it is the planet Bluese – not Kane’s
genetic engineering- that has given him the power to reject Kane’s mind control, and to survive the
explosion, and numerous other encounters in his twenty years in Kane’s covert operations forces.
Armed with this knowledge, the twins join forces with Ken, and his private army THE MEN, who must
now do their best to stop a full scale war with the Xienom, who regard Kane’s explosion as a direct
terrorist threat by insurgents. The Xienom have abandoned diplomacy and now move to eradicate all
humans from their land.

The Interplanetary Federation look on, helpless and noncommittal, as Teacher and Lotti find themselves
holding the key memories and abilities that can a diffuse the crisis. Alone together, they will determine
the rights and reputations of humans in the Horizon Galaxy for many light years to come…

Copyright © 2000 – 2010 taylormade21.com Ltd all rights reserved. Characters in this work are fictional and
imaginary, and any similarities between people and events outside of this work are coincidental.
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Who are your favorite black sf artists?

Posted by Anne Gray on November 12, 2010 at 9:28am
I'm heading the art program for the next World Science Fiction Convention (http://www.renovationsf.org). We are having a festival of the visual arts one night of the convention and are generally trying to expand our treatment of the arts beyond what other recent Worldcons have done.

Right now we are considering who to invite to be in the program (anyone can volunteer, but we're making a point to reach out to some people, especially people who live in the Western US, near Reno, where the convention will be held next August).

I'd really appreciate it if people would let me know who their favorite living black science fiction and fantasy artists are, so I can consider them for this part of the process.

Thanks!
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In Like Flynn tonight 9:30 CST!! Olbermann Bound & Disciplined, "Due Date" and "Mega Mind" and the Brangelina Effect!!

Posted by Penelope on November 6, 2010 at 12:20pm


Listen to In Like Flynn on internet talk radio


When the Corporate Masters say "shut up" even the voice of the mighty Keith Olbermann is silenced. Why the spectre of Brangelina is the fear of every marginal mate and Penelope & Otto review "Due Date" and "Mega Mind." Join Penelope & Otto at 9:30pm CST for In Like Flynn!

Call in and sound off with Penelope and Otto at 718/508-9683 or Join us in the Chat room.

We look forward to hearing your voice!

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ImmortaI 3: Stealer of Souls (sneak peek)

Posted by Valjeanne Jeffers on November 4, 2010 at 9:30am

She was Annabelle’s shadow, trailing the dark woman as she rode in horse drawn carriages, sipped wine on balconies, danced in chandelier lit ballrooms. But she always returned home to her quarter alongside the river.

Now the twin moons shined through twisted branches. The vampire followed their light down the dusty road to the juke joint. Unseen **** walked alongside her.

They stepped inside a wooden shack, the air thick with tobacco smoke and the smell of frying meat… Annabelle felt the glances of the crowd and didn’t have to probe their minds to know their thoughts.

How she dress the way she do, when she don’t never do no work?

Where she been all this time, to come showing up now?

She still looks the same -- not a day older! It ain’t natural!

Envy. Curiosity. Fear.

Annabelle sauntered over to the far left corner to where Fatback, the proprietor, sat beside a tub of beer. A table of liquor and glasses was set up beside the tub.

The big, yellow man smiled up at her. “Hey pretty, whatcho want?”

“Moonshine.”

Fatback poured her shot of clear liquid. “That’s a mighty strong drink, little girl. Sure you can handle it?”

She favored him with a smile, and dug into the pocket of her dress for a crumpled bill. As Annabelle sipped her drink, she let her eyes roam over the couples grinding in one another‘s arms. Her eyes settled on one heavily built, brown man.

Fatback smirked. “That’s Roscoe, a married man. Not that you care.”

She sent her burning thoughts to Roscoe… his eyes found hers and slid down her body like butter.

He wound his way through the dancers, and after the briefest hesitation gave her his hand. “You wanna dance?”

Wordlessly she stepped into his arms and their bodies pressed together, his pungent odor in her nostrils, and slipped her hands down the hard muscles of his back.

At the front of the juke, on a crude wooden stage, a buxom young woman sang, accompanied by men playing the piano and harmonica:

“Like a gal starving

I’m hungry for your touch

Need your lovin’ bad

And just can’t get enough…”

Annabelle whispered in his ear: “I’m going home. Wanna come?”

He gave her a lazy smile. “We ain’t got to go that far… Let’s go outside.”

“You want me? Then meet me at the water pump behind my cabin.”

“Where --”

She put her fingers to his lips. “You’ll find it,”

She left him standing in the middle of the floor, staring after her. After the briefest hesitation, Roscoe walked outside. She was gone.

But her voice called to him.

It should’ve frightened him, but instead his desire swelled until he thought he’d lose his mind. Roscoe ran the length of the road, following her honeyed murmur… to the quarter. To her cabin...

Copyright 2008, 2009 2010

Coming Soon!

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Given a history pill, I spit it out.

Posted by Arnold L. Johnson on November 1, 2010 at 10:06am
I was just out of high school in 1969, spent the summer thinking about what to do. A workstudy offer to introduce the architecture fields to inner city kids came to me. I liked drawing houses, maybe this was the ticket. My math background was nil but I went anyway, it was an opportunity to explore. I won a scholarship to a big colege, I went there in spite of ill prep, took remedials, I was on my way to learn the world of Architecture.

I was reminded to chase girls, drink booze, try pot, buy a dashiki, try to grow a fro, and to be millitant even when being civil was more profitable. This was the black pressure. My architecture class was as free wheeling as I expected, the art history class begain the white pressure. The first day till the last they did their best to tell me Greek culture and building was the beginning of civilization. I could not bear it, not hear it, not believe it. That history implied way more than it was explaning. I look back and I can see the questions I had deep inside were preventing me from engaging into that deception and manipulaton called their spin on history. I could not accept the white pressure because the black pressure was a pre-existing condition.

The whole white pressure thing was we had to drop our thing and pickup their thing in order to be considered for inclusion. Our realization was that they imagined themselves as the start of things, they also imagine our following their lead and culture, we will be like them, no different, a tourtured and twisted imagination even they can't accept. The pre-existing condition they ignore is that we were the origin, the beginning, the start, they came out from us and they learned from us. It is a rude assumption to claim origins just because you have progressed from what you were taught. And to efface history and tell it to your kids as the truth is lying. Your kids know no difference, they believe the lies with zeal, as truth.

How is this important? We talk diversity today, our latest attempt to embrace the good and the bad and set aside the ugly. The damaging things each culture did to each other in history, the hero/villians, the forced integrations, the exteriminations, the exclusions, it is impossible to face each other with a clear conscience along the lines of culture, religion, politics or other human institutions. We diversly say today "I am an individual and not personally responsible for the damage cause to any group and can not be held accountable for the actions or results of my family, race or any other designation defining man." "Who I am is consequencial, I am a self realizing entity, born on top of a past I did not chose, it's not my fault!"

No sweat, but I partly agree, but who did you learn from? What did you learn? Where were you inserted into life? How are you moving among others? Being effected? Influencing others? None is perfect, none is innocent. In your measure of life and understanding, where do you stand? Who is measuring, judging, accounting?

This is all why it is easy for me to say "what if". And why people are still able to change reality. Yeah yeah I know, only a Sith lord deals in absolutes. LOL
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Look at some of the pic of artis darryl Matthews

Posted by Author: Rory M Smith on October 31, 2010 at 5:00am

Darryl Matthews is one of the best artis around. He is the artis work on my new superhero book King Clayshon the freedom Maker soon to be out in 2011. Email him and get his web. You well never see art work like his. He is some artis, and when you see King Clayshon you are going to know he is one of the best. Here is his email artisinyou@yahoo.com PS Look at some of his art work on my B.S.F.S. You well love it and you need to see more.

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Books on Display: The Book of Michael: Confessions from the Last King of the World

Posted by Eric Dixon on October 30, 2010 at 11:11am
Peter Raleigh, a young and ambitious writer, is desperate to become a success. His desire leads him across the globe to the world’s most influential person, Lord Michael. Lord Michael is the king of the powerful nation, Kemet. He is beloved by the world for his efforts in world peace, education, and poverty. However, old memories constantly haunt Lord Michael. In an effort to clear his conscience, the king gives Raleigh the task of writing his biography. Delighted at first, Raleigh begins to question the motives of his subject and himself. Thus begins a daring journey into the darkest realms of the human psyche where fear lies and self discovery awaits. Occupied with vivid and unforgettable characters, nimble in its interplay of idealism and realism, this stunning novel is the perfect blend of romance, passion, suspense, and redemption.
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The Kemet Civil War: Freedom Run

Posted by Eric Dixon on October 30, 2010 at 11:08am

The following is an "extended servant" account, when he decides to runaway on a rainy and cold night. His name was not given in order to protect his family and save face towards his master’s family.

The alarm sounds.

Keep running.

The dogs are after me.

Keep running.

Barbwire cut me up good.

Keep running.

Lights flashing, they’re looking for me.

Keep running.

Horse moving in my direction.

Keep running.

Mas’r gonna be angry.

Keep running.

Overseer probably gonna kill me.

Keep running.

I beg the cold wind to bring air into my lungs, but it doesn’t.

Keep running.

The rain pours heavy on my body.

Keep running.

Left my wife and my son on Mas’r’s land.

Never see them again.

Keep running.

Shotgun fired and merges with the night sky.

Keep running.

Almost there, out of sight.

Keep running.

Overseer yells my name.

Keep running.

Another shot fired.

Keep running.

Bullet goes through my back and out my chest.

Fall in the puddle, blood everywhere.

Can’t keep running.Overseer and smoking gun stand over me.

Got to pray for my boy and wife.

Eyes close.

Free forever, no more running.

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Where I stand now

Posted by Ellis Grace Passerine on October 29, 2010 at 10:30pm
Usually I fall by the wayside and get lazy if I don't keep up with it when I have the opportunity and/or an idea. Ideally I'd like to have two to three entries a week. While I may have failed at meeting my quota, I have not failed completely!!! Partly why I have not failed is because I've been logging stuff. I say stuff because what I've been logging varies. Most of it is not about my writing, but I find that I enjoy giving my mind a stretch before my workout (i.e. writing).

So not much ground covered in writing, but I've been consistent in working on writing.
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Paranormal and Futuristic Romances from Parker Publishing, Inc.

Posted by Kymberlyn Reed on October 28, 2010 at 6:30pm

Parker Publishing Inc. is proud to present the best in Multicultural paranormal and futuristic romance, written by some of the hottest authors in the business as well as gifted up and coming talent. All titles are available on the Parker Publishing website (http://www.parker-publishing.com/) and on Amazon.com.:

Carnivale Diabolique isn't your average circus, unless Demons are the kind of animals one thinks can be tamed. Includes works from: The Good Side of Evil by F.D. Davis. Vulcan is a demon who joined Carnival Diabolique to keep the world safe from his kind. He never thought he would find the love of his life. Bodie is a healer with abilities with little use for demons. Vulcan is different and when they face a master demon, they discover that love transcends all differences between human and demon. The Sharpest Edge by Seressia Glass. Anaru is a Maori warrior, unique among his tribe. Camryn can see demons. When Anaru walks into the restaurant where Cam works, sparks fly between them. While falling in love, danger stalks the carnival. Cam and Anaru join forces to prevent a disaster. Mistress of the Beasts by J.M. Jeffries. Delki Okello commands the beasts against the evil coming through the portals. When a shohar demon targets a child, she will stop at nothing to save the child and the child's father, Lee Townsend a man who comes to mean more to Delki than life itself

Carnivale Diabolique isn't your average circus, unless Demons are the kind of animals one thinks can be tamed. Includes works from: The Good Side of Evil by F.D. Davis. Vulcan is a demon who joined Carnival Diabolique to keep the world safe from his kind. He never thought he would find the love of his life. Bodie is a healer with abilities with little use for demons. Vulcan is different and when they face a master demon, they discover that love transcends all differences between human and demon. The Sharpest Edge by Seressia Glass. Anaru is a Maori warrior, unique among his tribe. Camryn can see demons. When Anaru walks into the restaurant where Cam works, sparks fly between them. While falling in love, danger stalks the carnival. Cam and Anaru join forces to prevent a disaster. Mistress of the Beasts by J.M. Jeffries. Delki Okello commands the beasts against the evil coming through the portals. When a shohar demon targets a child, she will stop at nothing to save the child and the child's father, Lee Townsend a man who comes to mean more to Delki than life itself.

In Blood We Trust by F.D. Davis. Adam Omega finally has what he’s missed the most. His wife. Only thing, he’s turned his wife into a vampire and he detests the touch of a vampiric woman in the act of making love. Adam’s love for Eve grows but along with that his dismay at not being able to make love to her. Eve fights to understand her new nature vowing never to give into it fully, not to allow herself to prey on humans. She will not become a blood drinker. She has also decided she will not live without sexual fulfillment. Sullivan has survived the light of the sun with Eve’s help. A woman he once admired as a mortal has become a woman he now desires. Just one little problem. The woman belongs to Adam Omega and Adam doesn’t share. How will Adam Omega handle the mess he’s made of his life? Will his obsessive love for Eve force him into destroying the planet.

Divine Destiny by Gweneth Bolton. Set in a primitive future, Darwu the Warrior Prince has started a war against the rebel resisters to the throne. He believes that they killed his sacred mate, Kara Millan, when she was a child. After losing her parents and her entire village when she was a child, Kara Millan became a leader and freedom fighter in The Resistance. She has sworn to bring down the corrupt monarchy. When the Warrior Prince and the freedom fighter meet and find out that they are sacred mates, only divine love and a few sexually inspired lessons can bring these two sworn enemies to a true meeting of the heart, soul and mind.

The Vegas Bites anthology series featuring stories from L.A. Banks, Seressia Glass and Natalie Dunbar. In Vegas Bites, a French Quarter casino--the only black owned, werewolf casino in Las Vegas--is the backdrop of a week long Texas Hold'em tournament, the full moon approaching and the retirement of the alpha couple, battles of love, loyalty, and lust abound. Explore this high roller fantasy world of feuding werewolf packs, high-stakes thieves, a sexy djinn and a mystical medallion. Vegas Bites Back featuring Natalie Dunbar, Seressia Glass, J. M. Jeffries and Monique Lamont welcomes you back to the seductive world of Sin City's French Quarter casino where a roll of the dice can change the future. Take another wild trip below the surface of Vegas style glitz and glamour to a place hidden from mortals to an arena ruled by werewolves, djinns, vamps and demons. As the Temple Wolves prepare to install a new alpha, the eyes of human world are focused on the pack as they begin a new chapter. Every step is fraught with danger, risk and passion. Baby, what howls here, stays here. And the fun is far from over. Take one more trip to Las Vegas’ werewolf owned casino the French Quarter in Vegas Bites Back: Three of a Kind. A place where the flip of the card will change your destiny. A place where every fantasy can be had as long as you are willing to pay the price. The Temple pack has just installed a new leader under the watchful eyes of the mortal world and they think the danger has passed them by. But trouble is always one roll of the dice away. Join Natalie Dunbar, Seressia Glass, Monique Lamont, and J.M. Jeffries in this sensual world of a handsome mage, a runaway princess, a sexy double agent, and captivating were jaguar who has come to place their bets with the Temples pack. And baby, this can only happen in Vegas!

Unstable Environment and Seduction on the Prowl by Marcia Collette. A were-cheetah with a troubled past and a human with a troubled present are the only hope for a child's survival. Selfless pilot Sinclair Duval gave up two promotions, a beautiful condo, and a lover to protect her three-year-old niece from the lifestyle that destroyed the child's scheming mother, Sinclair's sister. Blaming himself for the loss of his fiancée in the last were-cheetah skirmish, brooding healer Rio Velasquez wants nothing to do with the upcoming battle, but struggles with turning his back on another innocent victim. When an act of sabotage nearly causes the toddler's death, Rio delivers a bite that saves her life--and changes her into a shape-shifter. A deadly clan war, an overzealous social service worker, an out-of-control shifting child, and falling in love add up to an Unstable Environment. And in Seduction on the Prowl something is sucking the life from the habitants of Seclusion, Tennessee—one citizen at a time. After ten years of hiding from a stalker in her magically protected woods, root woman Donna Tucker needs to find her uncle who has gone missing in Seclusion. Her legendary healing herbs are making her clients deathly ill. She traces the problem back to her uncle—after his tainted root puts the younger brother of an enraged werecheetah into a coma. Making an enemy of the one man who captured her eye could be deadlier than what awaits her in Seclusion. Werecheetah Kyle Innes' life is dedicated to holding together the broken family that his abusive father had torn apart. Feeling responsible for his brother's brain damage, Kyle has become his guardian for life. But thanks to the bewitching root woman's screwup, Kyle’s brother is in a coma. He's looking for retribution and will travel to Seclusion to get it...and more than what he bargained for. One thing is certain. Donna and Kyle need to trust each other long enough to fight the evil that hangs over the town. Otherwise, they'll die before giving their embattled hearts have a chance.

In Dream of Shadows, a contemporary paranormal by Seressia Glass, the question whether dreams should come true is a moot point for Nicole Legère, who spent her childhood wishing she'd been born normal, instead of First Daughter to the most powerful psychic on the planet. She receives visions in her dreams, as sporadic as they are, but three consecutive dreams sets the pattern, and the visions inevitably come true. Now she's dreaming of a killer targeting the women of Atlanta, women with latent psychic abilities. She goes to Detective Carter Jackson to warn him. Jax has been a successful cop by relying on what he can see and hear, not on "metaphysical mumbo-jumbo." He dismisses Nicole's claims until the first body is discovered. Now he has two choices: believe in Nicole's ability or her guilt. He has difficulty doing either, especially when his heart gets involved. The only way to stop a killer who operates above the law is for Nicole to finally and completely embracing her ability and destiny, a choice that could destroy her dreams of a future with Jax. If he denies her gifts, will Jax also deny the possibility of the love of a lifetime?

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Nicole Givens Kurtz - Futuristic Sci-Fi

Posted by Kymberlyn Reed on October 27, 2010 at 10:30pm

Cybil Lewis is a shoot-first, leave no one behind to ask questions later private investigator living in a futuristic United States that's been broken up into territories and basically all hell is running loose. Along with her partner Jane, the queen of snappy one-liners and breaking bones, Cybil finds herself embroiled in the seamy side of human behavior. All the while trying to keep herself from falling hard for the wrong guy with a hot body and trying not to get killed dead.

The Cybil Lewis series is smart,edgy and thought-provoking mix of dystopia and syberpunk with a kick-ass heroine who does her best not to let the darkness around her taint her sense of justice.

Silenced and Cozened are available at Parker Publishing Inc. and on Amazon.com

http://www.parker-publishing-shopping.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=138

http://www.amazon.com/Cozened-Cybil-Nicole-Givens-Kurtz/dp/1600430643/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1288237181&sr=1-1

And coming soon,a Cybil Lewis novella, Recruited.

Also check out the Cybil Lewis blog: http://www.cybillewisseries.blogspot.com/

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What is the Kemet Story?

Posted by Eric Dixon on October 27, 2010 at 5:30pm

The Kemet Story is a collection of stories about the history of Kemet, the most technologically advanced country in the world. It is based on the novel The Book of Michael:Confessions from the Last King of the World, the reasoning I chose to write these stories was to give clarity on the background of the novel and its setting.

I feel obligated to provide a timeline between King Adam and Lord Michael, so the audience can gain a greater understanding about these characters, the setting, and the Kemet culture. Not only that, I wanted to discuss certain aspects of the culture, characters, and groups that was mentioned, but I didn’t go into full detail, because it would lose sight of the book’s goal. I wanted to go into further detail about the Pariah, the Afri(s), the past wars, Eden, Jonathan Taylor, Victoria, etc, but I didn’t have the page count. If I added all that I wanted, the book would be far too large for anyone to want to read it.

Therefore, I have written a blog that contains several entries that have much of the history of Kemet. The blog is called “The Kemet Story”. Kemet Story is a collection of short stories about the history of Kemet and the individuals that made Kemet into one of the most technologically advanced countries in the world. So, I invite you to go to www.thekemetstory.com to further read the exploits of the Kemet people.

Another note, please go to www.confessionkings.com to view any themes, character analysis or quotes from this novel.

Thanks,

Eric

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The Kemet Civil War: The Servitude Initiative

Posted by Eric Dixon on October 27, 2010 at 5:30pm

The following was written at the dawn of the 10th centrury. The letter is to King Gwandoya from a wealthy landowner named Mwenye, whose written words would change two cultures forever. This would also begin nearly one thousand years of slavery in the country.

Dear King Gwandoya,

IS SLAVERY NEEDED? Well, it’s not easy to say this, but it must be said. Slavery is a welcome and needed occupation if we are going to be fruitful in the 10th century. I realized our ancestors didn't condone "slavery" because many of them were slaves.

However, our ancestors failed to realize the abundant of land, crops and work need to make our country a success. We need labor to work the land immediately. I know this is a difficult subject to discuss, but its time, we do.

First, I don’t like the word "slavery" it sounds far too barbaric for my taste. I prefer the word "extended servitude". Extended servitude is necessary for our civilization in an age of a slow growing population, an abundance of land, lack of laborers and a stumbling economy. I know you’re against our lower class being involved in extended servitude, so let me make a suggestion "The Pariah."

The Pariah people are the source and answers to our prayers. They are strong, non-intelligent savages sent by the Lion God for us to take care of. How can we take care of them if they scattered everywhere? They can’t work legally nor do they present any value of currency. King Adam, once said that we will be the most powerful nation on earth. How can we be the modern marvel of the world if our gentlemen are forced to do manual labor rather than using their intellect for far greater matters? My lord, your people need their time to develop the land and culture, so we can become "the modern marvel of the world."

Let’s face it the Pariah are beast. It is a matter of fact, these savages spend their time, killing, ravishing, inbreeding, and stealing from one another. They will continue this process until all of them are dead. Do you want to be responsible for their demise? Just yesterday, I was told that one of them committed the worse of sins. The beast murdered his brother over a piece of bread, and then ate him. Cannibalism! This proves these savages cannot be left alone. If one is willing to eat his brother, what is it to stop the beast from devouring an Afri gentleman? We must stop this madness now! The solution is letting your elite gentlemen of the state, be in command of the welfare these savages. It is only through our teaching and education that these barbarians can become civil human beings.

My associates and I have discussed the matter, and we are more than happy to take in the Pariah in exchange for labor. We will give food, shelter, and education, all the qualifications they'll need succeed. Besides, it will be only temporary until the savages are civilized, and we no longer need their work. I have estimated it to be a maximum of two years. I know in time, your people will praise you for your intelligent and vision toward the welfare of your people. Your humanity toward the Pariah will also be appreciated. Afri(s) will create statues and monuments in your honor, and history will never forget you.

As for the Pariah, you will be the savior of their race. If you don’t act, you will be responsible for the extinction of an entire race and the downward spiral economy. In conclusion, the landowners will be more than willing to contribute more profits to the national treasury if we have more labor, since we will be more profitable . Please do this, immediately, your majesty. The matter is urgent, and only a man as great as you, can bring our people into the 10th century.

Your concern friend,

Mwenye

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A Break with Zombies

Posted by Ellis Grace Passerine on October 26, 2010 at 10:15pm
I've been thinking I need to take a hiatus from anything involving zombies. I read a lot of zombie books and watch a lot of zombie movies. I find the genre to be one of my favorites; it has been that way since I was little and I first saw the original Dawn of the Dead.

I've even been working on my own zombie story.

The problem is that I have reoccurring zombie dreams. (Sidenote: I dream almost every night) Perhaps reoccurring is not the right word since every dream is different. But when you dream about zombies more than half the times when you dream, it's a safe bet that you might have zombies on the mind a little too often.

That said. I will be watching the Walking Dead.
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