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Wednesday Quotes (5/17/2017): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Stephen King

“The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.”

Stephen King

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Hemingway Wednesday: Famous Words from Papa (3/29/2017)

“There is no friend as loyal as a book.”

Source: Ernest Hemingway Quotes Page 2 – BrainyQuote

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E-Book Review: Vampire Miami

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“I was surprised by how quickly I was sucked up into this story. It moved quick and fast and the book had a very interesting premise that worked. I would recommend this to anyone who likes Vampires or just a solid ride that never lets up. There were a few errors here and there, but the story was so strong that they didn’t slow down my reading experience. I now want to read the rest in the series. I have to find out what happens next. Thumbs up. Nice job Phil.”

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New Cover and A Free Read – The Living Sand

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(Thanks James for the Cover: Go On Write)

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A short story about two boys who discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.

4 out of 5 Stars – I like mine with a twist!

4 out of 5 Stars – Creepy tale.

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UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00766SS3M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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Thought I would update some covers of mine. I bought a few, created a few, so I thought I would share a few. And, good news for you guys, these new cover reveals should be accompanied by a free promotion. So, swing on over and grab your copy of The Living Sand today. Enjoy and happy reading.

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The old man sat on his wooden porch, rocking slowly back and forth in his rocking chair. He watched the waves of the ocean, crashing salty onto the nearby shore as the sun’s light started to die and fade into night. His two grandkids were sitting on the wooden steps of this porch, waiting patiently for his latest tale. He lit his pipe again, and then turned his eyes on them. Ryan and Alex smiled with child-like glee. They loved their granddad’s stories, and to them he was everything.

“This story I am going to tell you boys. I call it The Living Sand. It is a true tale about two boys, both about your age,” he replied, with his old gruff voice, which sounded like sandpaper being rubbed softly across wood.

The boys’ eyes lit up with surprise and fear, as their granddad took a puff on his pipe. The smell of cherries permeated the warm autumn air, as he continued.

“These two adventurous boys had found a hidden cave.” He took another puff on the small brown pipe with the ivory bowl on the end of it, paused, and went back to the story. “The youngest boy, let’s call him Seth and the oldest boy we will call him Junior. They began to dare one another to go in first, each one as scared as the other. Junior, tiring of the chicken game, finally decided to take the flashlight and step into the moss covered entrance to the cave . . .”

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New Cover and Free to Read – Demon Energy

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A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?

3 out of 5 Stars – Scary good!

3 out of 5 Stars – This story is worth reading for the ending alone!

4 out of 5 Stars – Demon Energy is a quick and satisfying read.

 

US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TRAHLV0

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A man lay on a bed.

His dreams were vivid and strong–evil things done by evil beings haunted those dreams.

His soul felt lost, departed.

He wasn’t himself.

How long had he been this way?

How long had he suffered in this torment of a hellish nightmare?

He wasn’t sure.

A distant knock on the door.

No, it wasn’t a knock. It was pounding. It was the sound of breaking. The door shattered inward. He managed to turn his sweaty head, brown hair matted to his skin, face covered in a thick sweat, body covered in cuts and bruises–all self-inflicted by his fingernails and his own fists.

He felt his soul losing again. The demons were crawling around inside of him, pushing his soul back to the shadows. He had no choice but to watch. He was a passenger inside his own body.

The demons raised him into the air, levitated him for all to see. Then his small skinny frame started to spin like a pig in a roast. Spinning violently around and around and around and around, and then he stopped. He was now sideways, and looking at the crowd who had come to take him away. He hung there like a limp rag doll. His blue eyes were not his eyes. Those two orbs now belonged to the thousand demons who tormented him.

“We are legion!”–their voices screamed through this man’s bloody and bruised mouth. He flipped end over end and dropped back onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times on his back before coming to rest. He then shook violently up and down, spasms erupting across his body like an earthquake.

He managed to scream–“Help me!”-while shaking.

The crowd who had come to take him away (some had torches, some had swords, some had guns) removed the people who had been praying beside the man’s bed. He felt hands on him–rough hands. They grabbed him as he fought and struggled, but he wasn’t doing the fighting. Someone else was using his hands and fists to fend them off. It was no use. The crowd was just too strong.

The man felt shackles placed on his ankles and on his wrists.

The struggling started to cease.

The demons inside of him were going away. They were allowing him to be lifted up off the bed. They were allowing him to be led out of the room and into the street.

The moon was high in the cool autumn night.

A truck sat idling.

The man was forced into the back of the truck, as men gathered around him, chained him to hooks placed in the metal frame of the bed.

Doors opened.

Slammed closed.

Out of the village, the truck started to move. Past small homes and tiny shops this man had loved all his life. He was heading towards the mountains. He could see the now snow-covered peaks, white in the distance, bathed in the light of the full moon, as the truck drew closer to them.

The truck moved onto a small, two-lane highway.

The road was smooth.

The ride was easy.

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E Book Review: Chasing Nonconformity

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I just finished reading this and I thought I would post my Amazon review for it. Highly recommend both books in this series.

“The first one in this series was great and so is this one. Michelle has crafted a book that you could honestly read from start to finish without stopping. I would recommend this one for anyone who is looking for something unique, something different, and something original. I honestly don’t know where she comes up with some of this stuff. Great read. An easy four stars. Can’t wait for the third.”

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Cover Reveal and Pre-Order: Vampires and Zombies

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Release Date: December 1, 2016

Story 1 of 6: It Sleeps at Dawn

This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts. He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

Story 2 of 6: A Vampire at Christmas

This short story is about a Vampire who uses his riches and immortal skills to bring joy to those in need during the Christmas Season.

Story 3 of 6: Need to Feed

Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction, it’s residents will come face to face with two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night.

Story 4 of 6: The Dead of Winter

This short story is about two men trying to survive an apocalyptic nightmare in a harsh frozen landscape. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping the zombies don’t find them first.

Story 5 of 6: A Zombie Christmas

This short story is about three men who risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.

Story 6 of 6: A Zombie Christmas 2

A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

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 EXP: It Sleeps at Dawn

The woman ran.

Where was she?

How did she get here?

She had no clue.

Confusion raced through her brain as her long blonde hair blew out behind her, her feet making their way down the thick red carpeted hall past large stained glass windows filled with colored moonlight. The stained glass windows stood 10 feet tall and 20 feet wide with an arch at the top and an upside down cross attached to each center. One window showed a Vampire as it crept out of a crypt on a moonlit night, another showed a Vampire tearing open the neck of a victim lying on a bed (complete with blood spray), and the last one showed a Vampire sitting on a throne while other Vampires worshiped at its feet. The throned Vampire was flinging blood on them from a naked female corpse it had lying across its lap . . .

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Cover Reveal and Pre Order: A Zombie Christmas 2

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A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MF4WHII

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MF4WHII

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December the 23rd

Mike Beem lowered his rifle, put his right eye on the scope, and closed his left. The zombie he was about to shoot was an ugly sucker. He stood about five feet tall, and was currently surrounded by 10 other zombies – all of them dead, rotten, and ugly. They were currently trying to kill a frantic man standing on top of a closed dumpster. He was waving a dying flare at them, firing an empty pistol over and over again in hopes that magic bullets would appear in the chamber the longer he kept firing.

Bam!

The five foot tall zombie lost his head. Blood and maggot filled brains splattered a nearby wall and part of the dumpster. Mike aimed again, and another zombie lost its head, then another and another and another until all of them lay splattered on the ground in front of the dumpster.

The man on top of the trash bin looked up at the top of the building as the flare died out, and waved to his savior, who was currently in the shadows. Mike waved back as another zombie shambled down the alley towards the man. Mike slung the gun over his shoulder and shimmied down the escape ladder, landing on the ground inches behind the zombie – a woman with dirty entrails dragging out behind her. She turned to bite, and Mike shoved a knife into her skull. He pulled the blade out, wiping it off as he let her drop to the ground, and made his way over to the man on the dumpster.

Also available in Paperback

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Wednesday’s Quotes (10/19/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Stephen King

“Invitation to Dance – It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?” 

Stephen King

Source: Goodreads

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Pre-Order: The Lot

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Release Date: October 21, 2016

This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil intentions.

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Ernie looked from the fence to the house Gavin was trapped in. The house, like the trees and everything else around it, appeared one day as if they had dropped out of the sky. Gavin for some reason had decided to make this place a home (modeled like a gingerbread house) even though it wasn’t meant to be lived in. The house was nothing more than an empty shell, a shed with a roof and four walls, a door, and a tiny window.

Ernie grunted in the soft falling snow, as he thought of Gavin, eating and drinking who knows what, living like a hermit in a toilet free home.

Gun fire pulled Ernie out of his thoughts. He looked up in time to see a hole blast through the caramel colored front door. The cop who had been standing in front of this door, ready to kick it in, got the shot gun blast directly in the chest along with hundreds of splinters. His riddled, bloody body flew backwards through the air and landed somewhere in the nest of trees.

The other cops retreated back as Gavin stepped up to the jagged hole in the door that looked like the shape of a misshapen mouth. “I told you I can’t leave the trees! You don’t know what they’re capable of if they’re not fed!”

The cops took aim on him. How they hadn’t lit him up was beyond comprehension. Itchy trigger fingers were more than ready to go now that one of their own lay silent and dead in the snow, blood pouring out of his body like a river . . .

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Pre-Order: It Sleeps at Dawn

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This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts, He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

Release Date: October 7, 2016

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LXYPP02

UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LXYPP02

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She turned to run back down the hall, but he moved so quick that she was in his arms, and in his death embrace before she could blink. He caressed her neck, pushed back her hair, and then delivered the fatal bite. He drove those two perfectly shaped white fangs into her neck, and drained her until she shriveled up. He pulled back with a satisfied glee and then wiped his mouth clean, licking the last bit of her blood off of his lips. Full and satisfied, he stripped her naked, and then carried her body down the hall to the stairs.

He descended the carpeted stairs, framed with wrought iron railing on either side, to the cold stones of the first floor. He walked over to the front door, and, with just a thought, turned the gold knob and popped the lock. The door opened up before him, and he stepped outside.

He walked across the gigantic porch complete with marbled columns of Roman design, and descended the black marble steps that led down to the bare ground, the bright moon above casting a spotlight on the creature carrying the lifeless dangling corpse.

He paused a moment, and looked out across the Appalachian Mountains, sucked in the cool mountain air. He loved it up here, far away from the world, far away from the Alps where he had been made into this thing that sleeps at dawn in the 10th century . . .

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Cover Reveal and A Pre-Order: It Sleeps at Dawn

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This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts, He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

Release Date: October 7, 2016

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LXYPP02

UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LXYPP02

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LXYPP02

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LXYPP02

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She gripped her nerves tight, pushed back the fear, and stepped up to the door that she hoped led out of the long hallway and into freedom. The door was made of solid oak, black from top to bottom and side to side, with a gold door knob in the shape of a demon with two emerald green eyes. Bright red pentagrams were embedded into its wood. These pentagrams were so red they seemed to be filled with blood, ready to bleed at any moment, almost pulsing from their plumpness. She reached down for the handle, deep breaths filled with dread ran through her lungs, as her heart drummed a loud terror beat inside her chest. She turned the handle and opened the door, which was so heavy that it took two hands and a healthy dose of sweat to move.

Her heart sank once the door was wide open because there he stood, the man who had brought her here the night before. Her cloudy memory had finally opened up, spilling forth the information. It was the bar where they had met, the bar where he had laid on his charms, the bar where he had asked her to go home with him, the bar was the last memory she had before waking up in this mysterious place. And she was sure of another thing, he wasn’t the same man who had picked her up. That dashing handsome young man with the long black hair and dusty blue eyes, who stood at least six foot five, and was easily a foot taller than her was now nowhere to be seen. Instead of the young man dressed in modern clothes, here stood an ancient older man in dated black three piece suit with a cape tied around his neck. The cape fell to somewhere near the middle of his back. It was black to match the suit, but the interior of it was as red as the pentagrams on the door. His cologne wafted through the air as he stood there, an ancient smell of High Karate.

He smiled at her, an evil dark eat you alive from head to toe smile, which revealed large white fangs that hadn’t been there when he picked her up . . .

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Book Reviews: Angel Time and A Few Short Story Collections

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This was a book I didn’t mean to own. I asked for the rest of The Vampire Chronicles series for Christmas a few years ago and I wound up getting this one as well. I am glad I did. This was a great read from start to finish. I am always hesitant to read new books by Anne because she has been hit or miss, but this one is well worth the time. I think Prince Lestat wasn’t as grand as the others in the series because she has moved on from writing about those kinds of stories. You can tell by reading Angel Time that she is passionate again about a certain kind of subject matter. Believe me, it shows. I am now curious about the others in this series. I might have to check them out.

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I also read these three short story collections recently and didn’t write a review for them. I thought I would give them a nod so you can check them out for yourself.

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Of the three I read, this one was my favorite. Unique and different with very original stories. There isn’t a bad one in this collection.

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Most of these stories were amazing, King at his best, and a few even reminded me of the old King back when he wrote “It” and “The Stand.” There were also a few that I wouldn’t read again and one long poem that I read purely because it was King. If it had been anyone else I would have skipped it. If you like King (like me) then this is a must read. Even when he is off he is still great at what he does.

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This is another great collection of short stories. It is a quick read, but there are some really good ones in here. I would recommend it, especially for the upcoming Halloween season.

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Wednesday’s Quotes (9/21/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Virginia Woolf

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

Virginia Woolf

Source: Google Search

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Friday Freebies (8/19/2016): Joyride

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Well, here comes another new cover. I guess you guys are saying – “Stop the madness!” You’ll be happy to know that I think this is the last of them, and it is probably one of the best that I have made myself. I thought I had this cover nailed down already, but when I looked at it I realized there was nothing about cars on it at all just a big red devil face. This one may not have a car on it, but the stop light kind of gives you that vibe. I think so at least. I also used the chrome color in three different spots. Kind of helps to blend it all together. Anyway, enough of that for now. Below are the links to grab your free copy today. If you like this one I have made some covers and put them up for sale. You can check them out here: COVERS FOR SALE.

Thanks again for reading and enjoying my work.

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A Joyride in a Chevy Chevelle. The car was just sitting there for the taking. What could possibly go wrong? Vinnie and Mike are about to find out what can and will go wrong once they turn the key. Evil awaits. Ride shotgun if you dare with this short story.

Reviews: 

4 out of 5 Stars – Joy for the Reader

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EXP: JOYRIDE

Mike held the clutch in and started to rev the engine. The small family of four in the car beside them all turned in a shocked surprise at the noise the Chevelle was making. Mike flipped them off and let go of the clutch. The rear tires spun for a moment; and then the car blasted through the red light, narrowly missing a semi-truck.

Mike looked over at Vin, as the speedometer climbed. “Listen to her sing man. That’s real fucking music!”

“Maybe she can sing, but I want to see her fucking play!”

“Hold onto your ass,” Mike replied, pushing the car through the gears, sending the metal machine flying down the road at a blinding breakneck speed.

The Chevelle rushed up onto the interstate, and the speed of the car kept climbing.

Mike moved, bobbed and weaved the car through traffic, tires screeching with each move, as fast heavy metal music blasted. They were flying by the seat of their youth and loving every minute of it.

Then it happened.

It happened quickly.

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Wednesday’s Quotes (8/10/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Helen Keller

“Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.”

Helen Keller

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Friday Freebies (7/22/2016): Sandy and The Stranger

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A short story about a road racing champion who meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.

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The brunette girl, who had waved the flag and had more chest than brains, leaped into Sandy’s arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed, deep and passionate, as he was mobbed by his friends and fans.

Sandy, of course, took it all in, soaked it all up, and just felt the energy of praise as his girlfriend leaped off of him. These were just a few of the things he heard as he stood in the middle of the adoring crowd:

“Can’t no one beat you, Sandy.”

“You’re the king, man.”

“Any chump against you is going to eat your dust.”

“You burned him good, man.”

So on and so on it went from there.

Beers and pot flowed freely, a bonfire erupted, and the party was just getting good when he showed up.

“You know, you didn’t ask me,” the stranger replied. His voice was like a blast from the past, ghostly and forgotten.

The party fell silent.

Sandy, and everyone with him, turned to see who had said those words.

Leaning against a 1949 black Mercury was a man who looked just like James Dean. He wore his hair kind of long and wavy. He had on jeans rolled up at the ankles, a black leather coat with a white tee shirt underneath it, and a pair of black Chuck Taylor sneakers on his feet. He was smoking a cigarette, and staring off into the warm North Carolina night. His eyes were unblinking, frozen, and focused. . .

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Wednesday’s Quotes (7/20/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Jane Austen

“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.”

Jane Austen

Source: BrainyQuote

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Friday Freebies (7/8/2016): A Haunted House Tale

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This short story is about five students on Halloween night who discover the secrets and terrors of the town’s most infamous haunted house. Will they live to see the morning?

REVIEWS:

3 out of 5 Stars – Wicked haunted house tale.

3 out of 5 Stars – Horr-ibly wicked party

US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JJMOW2C

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It was one of those old houses, the ones you see in all the scary films or the ones that are among the scary stories told to you when you were just a kid, a ramshackle Victorian home a century old, vacant, empty, haunted.

A car pulled up in front of this house and stopped. Its lights spread across the weedy overgrown lawn, and the dead landscaping. This light also highlighted a large front porch. This empty porch was now sagging in all the wrong spots.

Inside the car were five people, aged 18–25. Kevin, Scott, Robert, Suzy and her girlfriend Nancy. They all attended the local college together, and they studied very similar subjects. It made them instant friends.

They were out on this night, and at this house for one reason, Halloween. They wanted a good scare, and a cheap thrill to make this holiday perfect. Little did they know, they were about to get everything they desired, and so much more.

“So, who brought the beer?” Kevin asked, as a breeze filtered in through the car window and blew back his sandy brown hair. The hoop earring in his left ear twinkled as the moon moved into and out of a dark cloud. He wore what everyone else was wearing, jeans, shirts, jackets, and tennis shoes – casual clothes for casual kids.

“I got, I got it,” Robert replied, as he opened a cooler and handed one to Kevin. DragonForce’s “Disciples of Babylon” started to play through the car speakers. He leaned over, cranked it up, and banged his long black hair as the music blasted . . . 

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E-Book Review Haiku: Dune

A desert planet

Filled with valuable spice

One man holds the key

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(5 Stars out of 5)

I just finished reading Dune for the very first time, and I hate that I haven’t tried to read it sooner. I honestly didn’t mean to read it, but when I bought it for my wife’s kindle I was able to read it on mine. I thought I might try it out just to see what all the hype was about. I am glad I did. This turned out to be a great reading experience. The story just sucked me right in. If you haven’t read it, you should. It is well worth the time.

So, have you read Dune? Have you read any of the sequels? Have you seen the movie? I would love to hear your thoughts on all of it.

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“Unique…I know nothing comparable to it except Lord of the Rings.”–Arthur C. ClarkeHere is the novel that will be forever considered a triumph of the imagination. Set on the desert planet Arrakis, Dune is the story of the boy Paul Atreides, who would become the mysterious man known as Maud’dib. He would avenge the traitorous plot against his noble family–and would bring to fruition humankind’s most ancient and unattainable dream.A stunning blend of adventure and mysticism, environmentalism and politics, Dune won the first Nebula Award, shared the Hugo Award, and formed the basis of what is undoubtedly the grandest epic in science fiction. Frank Herbert‘s death in 1986 was a tragic loss, yet the astounding legacy of his visionary fiction will live forever.

AMAZON

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Find out more about Dune and its sequels here: www.dunenovels.com

I also can’t post about Dune without dropping in this great song by Iron Maiden. This song finally makes sense to me now after reading the book.

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