Sequel to Healer of Surflex

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Lady Laindora is hard at work writing the sequel to “Healer of Surflex”. She is on Chapter 22 and the suspense is escalading as Kerlia comes closer to achieving her quest of capturing escapee Tyraff. Lady Laindora has decided to share chapter 2 of “Tyraff’s Revenge, The Ninth Realm.” draft with her readers. Sit back, relax and enjoy Chapter 2. Here it is!

CHAPTER 2

 Adamaris speared the speckled fish as it poked its head out of the coral. Aerwyna would be pleased by the latest catch of fish. She would be able to feed their entire pod of merchildren. This pod was always crying for more fish. Adamaris would be glad when the pod graduated from the hatchery and started learning how to hunt on their own.

 A tremendous shockwave sent Adamaris spinning as the sea floor shook the fish catch loose in the turmoil. Adamaris rode the wave until he was able to right himself then he broke free of the wave. Once out of the wave, Adamaris watched as the wave wreaked havoc to the sea floor in its path.

 Panic exploded in Adamaris mind when it registered what was in the wave’s path. The Hatchery! Adamaris shot forth, his body stretching out as it ripped through the sea trying to overtake the wave before it reached the hatchery.

 Adamaris sent a sonic message to Aerwyna of the rushing destruction heading toward their pod hatchery, as he flew through after the shock wave. Several dolphins answered Adamaris’ pleas for help. They swam up on either side of him allowing Adamaris to grab their dorsal fins before rocketing forward gaining on the menacing shockwave.

All three doubled their effort as they encountered the tail wake. The turbulence tried to tear them apart. Adamaris caught fleeting fragments of Aerwyna’s response. She had arrived at the hatchery and was trying to erect a barrier against the oncoming wave.

The dolphins slingshot Adamaris forward through the front of the shockwave before peeling off, riding the wave. Adamaris exploded through the wave doing a summersault over the growing barrier over the hatchery, landing beside Aerwyna. He finished throwing up a barrier over the hatchery just as the shockwave broke through Aerwyna’s barrier. Aerwyna grabbed ahold of Adamaris’ shoulder joining her power with his to strengthen the barrier as the wave pummeled the barrier.

The sea floor rumbled and shook violently as the wave passed over the hatchery, waking the pod of merchildren. They watched their parents beating back the destruction. The vibrations from the wave knocked the hatchery off its foundation. It tumbled on its side spilling the pod across the rocky sea floor. Their astonishment turned to terror as the barrier sprang leaks from the growing cracks in the side of the barrier. The pod scampered back to the overturned hatchery. They huddled against the hatchery bed for protection in case their parent’s barrier failed. The roar of the wave was deafening drowning out the cries of help from the pod.

Adamaris could sense the growing fear of his children. He sent a sonic plea for help. A dark shadow loamed on the other side of the barrier. Yellow lace coral wings spread out covering the barrier ad the large dragon threw back her head drawing the power from the wave and redirecting it upwards away from the barrier. Doragon had arrived.

The force of the wave weakened then diminished as the spout of power broke the surface of the sea. Doragon peered through her lace wings down at Adamaris. “How did you get yourself into this predicament?”

 Adamaris gave the large yellow sea dragon a smirk as he released the barrier. “It was not my doing this time, smart aleck. I was out hunting to feed the ever-demanding mouths of this ravenous pod.” He went over to the hatchery as the pod crawled out whimpering for their parent’s attention. “Thank the Creator I made it here in time.”

Aerwyna gathered the pod into her brooding pouch. It was a tight fit but none of the pod wanted to be left out, so they squeezed and pushed until only one little webbed set of toes were visible. Aerwyna rested on Doragon’s lacy tail waiting for Adamaris to right the hatchery.

Doragon waited until Adamaris rebuilt the base of the hatchery before lifting it with two fingers and placing it back on the base. The smirk did not leave Adamaris’ lips. “You could have moved that sooner, so it was easier on me.”

Doragon tickled the exposed toes causing Aerwyna to cringe in pain as the toes squirmed trying to get away from its tormenter. Aerwyna pulled on the drooping seaweed scales on Doragon’s chin to stop the dragon’s fun.

Doragon gently lifted Aerwyna and placed her in the hatchery then blew a sonic wave at Adamaris, knocking him over. “You need all the experience you can get. You are becoming as weak as one of your hatchlings. Where did that shockwave come from? There was no indication of a prevailing quake to cause a shockwave of that magnitude.”

Adamaris pointed to the trail of destruction behind him. “It appeared just beyond the hunting grounds in the direction of the mountain range that holds….” Adamaris’ words trailed off as a scowl crossed his face. He jumped flinging himself over the debris. His words floated back to them. “The dungeons!”

Doragon flicked her tail and caught up to Adamaris, snatching him as she flew by. She flung him onto her back as her tail beat in a steady rhythm following the trail of destruction.

Twisted metal strewn across the sea floor in front of the empty cells met their eyes upon arrival of the dungeons. Large boulders had uprooted from their resting place high upon the side of the mountain knocking everything free in their path to the sea floor. The debris covered most of the dungeon cells in rubble.

Adamaris called out trying to find any survivors as he swam over the debris looking for the entrances of the cells. Doragon cleared away the debris away from each entrance as they found them. Only desolation met them in the cells when Doragon ripped the bars off their hinges.

 The sea scavengers swooped in the cells after making sure Doragon had moved on before devouring the unfortunate remains of the cells’ occupants.

Nowhere could Adamaris find a reason for the shockwave. All the needless deaths it caused sickened him. There was none who’s deeds were worthy of this death. Not even the traitor, Tyraff. Doragon moved away from the last of the dungeon cells allowing the sea scavengers to clean up the devastation. She floated gently in the current. The only giveaway that she was not just seaweed was she remained stationary in the current.

 Adamaris swam over and sat on Doragon’s knee. The devastation was over welling. “Doragon, I can not find any reason for this.”

“Adamaris, I sense dark magic remains mingled among the first boulders I cleared away.” Doragon pointed to the far cell.  “Who was held in that cell? It was the only cell where the bars were destroyed in the disaster. Its inhabitant was gone as evident to no scavengers milling around it. There is your cause for all this devastation.”  

 Adamaris swam off, “Come, we must inform the council of our findings.”

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Sequel to Healer of Surflex

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For those fans of Healer of Suflex, Lady Laindora’s pen is delving in the realm of Surflex once more. Healer of Suflex left off with the war between Kerlia and the demon Kernel won. Kernel was taken to the angelic realm for punishment. The traitorous brownie, Tyraff is imprisoned in the dungeons of the realm under the sea. Now there has been a devastating ground quake throughout all the realms causing terror and loss of life. Once more Kerlia is pressed into service to discover the reason behind the ground quake.

Kerlia has set out on her journey to recapture Tyraff. Kerlia has learnt much since her battle against Kernel ended, but will it be enough to defeat Tyraff on her own? This time she must fight in a realm out of her element. Kerlia must fight him in the realm under the sea!

The working title of this new adventure is “Tyraff’s Revenge, The Ninth Realm. Lady Laindora is working hard to bring this new adventure to life for her fans. She has allowed me to share the first chapter of the draft, Tyraff’s Revenge, the Ninth Realm with you.

CHAPTER 1

Tyraff paced back and forth in the damp cell. The lichen illuminated the furrowed brow. It should have arrived by now. The formula acts quickly once it enters the blood stream.

He stared at the film of water covering the doorway with the iron bars beyond it, barring Tyraff’s way to freedom. They would all pay for imprisoning him, especially his nephew, Rhystaff and cursed she cur, Kerlia.

Tentacles snaked out of the inky black water. They coiled around the merman’s neck who was standing guard, dragging him into the black abyss. Soon the tentacles were back crawling across the rocks to the iron bars. The suction cups flattened along the bars, pressing out the sea water to seal the seam between flesh and metal.

Rumbles throughout the realms reverberated as the door of Tyraff’s cell ripped free from its hinges. It tore the film of water covering the entrance of the cell.

Tyraff”s sinister smile crawled across his face as he drew an air bubble around his head. The sea burst through the ripped film, flooding the cell. Tyraff stretched out his hands. He watched the webbing grow along his fingers, connecting them as the fingernails elongated curving into lethal talons.

Tyraff swam out of the mouth of the cell. He watched as the last remaining scraps of the guard disappeared through the squid’s beak. Tyraff bent down picking up the fallen harpoon of the unfortunate guard. He scanned the area as his eyes conformed to the darkness of the sea bottom.

Suddenly, the sand in front of Tyraff rippled then exploded revealing a mammoth torpedo ray. Electricity shimmered the length of its body as its black eyes studied Tyraff. Slowly the electricity dissipated before the ray conformed to the formula coursing through its body. It twisted its body slightly to allow Tyraff to climb upon its back.

Tyraff sank his new talons into its flesh to enforce the point that he was the master in this relationship. The torpedo ray spasmed in several torrent loops before jetting off through the colony of quilled sea pens. The sea pens retreated into their bulb anchors as the ray passed leaving a six-foot-wide path in its wake.

The squid snatched up a fish uncovered by the retreating sea pens then followed the ray carrying its master.

“Stay tune for updates of this new adventure from the realm under the Sea.” Lady Laindora.

New Book Reveal

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I want to first apologize for being absent for so long. The past two years have been extremely trying in my personal life. Multiple deaths and other items took a grave tole on my emotional well being. My life lines were my faith in the Lord, husband, family, and especially two pair of tiny hands reaching up for me, full of unspoken pure love. Their love so overflowing filled ever crevasse that sorrow tore in my soul. That pure love mended the tears so completely there is no visible scars. It gave me the time to heal and focus on what is important in one’s life.

My new release is a children’s picture book entitled “Who Stole Tommy’s Kisses?” Someone has been stealing Tommy’s kisses. Follow as Tommy explores to find out who the thief might be, from his dog to the oldest person in his family.

Who Stole Tommy’s Kisses? will be available on Amazon soon. The Ebook edition is presently being worked on and published as soon as all the bugs are worked out in the formatting so the pictures stay where they are suppose to be in the book. The ISBN number is 978-0-9982942-8-5.

Madison County Covered Bridge Festival

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Iowa Authore Fest will be at the covered bridge festival on the north side of the square in space N13 on October 12th and 13th, 9 to5 each day. Please stop by our tent and pick up our novels for your fall reading enjoyment. We will have several new authors with us this year. Alethea Cook will have her premiere novel ‘Just Wing It’ for your pleasure along with several new novels and colorbook from Iowa Author Fest regulars, Jordyn Meryl, Sue Raymond / Lady Landora, Larry Stumbo, Julie Hamm, LaVina Vanorny-Barcus, Kathryn Daugherty.

Sue Raymond’s Interview by Naked Reviewers

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Apprentice Wizards of Hope By Gary J. Davies

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My review of this novel for juveniles is a mixed review. The story line for the first half of the story parallels with a famous series of novels of a young wizard whos parents were killed when he was six. The author did change several key elements of the story to keep it from being a work of plagiarism. Once the author allowed the characters free rein of how the story would develop it became better. It does need to have a total barrage of editing done to tighten up the story.

The story opens with a sprite flying through the universe being drawn to Earth by a blast of Wild Magic. When Sky reaches Earth, she discovers a battle between a family and a demon. Just as the demon murders the parents, Sky wisps away the small boy from the evil grasp of the demon.

After rescuing the small boy, Sky spirits him away to the world of Alure, home of the elves, to her elf friend Soone. Soone keeps the boy for a year teaching him magic as he tries to remember why he was not destroyed with his parents. The events of that day is a total blank.

Fast forward eight years to the cloister town of Hope. Twins, Ann and Mark Tuttle are practicing cloaking outside which is against the Town Council rules. They obverse a moving van at the old King house that has been vacate since the accident that killed their friend Ben and his parents. Everyone except Ann believes this to be true. Ann on the other hand, hold on to the believe that Ben is still alive.

Soon her belief is proven to be true as Ben King comes home along with his werewolf and vampire foster parents, Moco and Amanda Richard. Ben has been living with the Unaligned wizards in the normal regions of the US. Ben has came home to find out what truly happened eight years ago. The Tuttle family is ecstatic to have Ben back in their lives. However, much of the town is not in agreement with the Tuttles. The town of Hope has cloistered itself from the rest of the US to hide the fact of its residents having magical abilities. Council chairman, Horace Grimm Jr. is leading the opposition of allowing Ben back into the community. Evil is spreading consuming life /earth magic and Horace Grimm tries to lay the blame on Ben.

Ben and his friends must unravel his past to save the world and universe from being consumed by evil.

I give this novel a three and a half stars. With proper editing done it would be raised to four and a half stars. You can find Apprentice Wizards of Hope at the following link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/740267?fbclid=IwAR1B_3ut1pLw4KYMyo0Tn3ypE1MKx91exYPeLv-gjKDyrZAzmrL_UHUB8Uk

Great Documentary

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Bryce Jarrett’s documentary brings to light what really happens when an author strikes out on their own to bring their work from an idea to published work and beyond as an Indie author instead of traditionally published.

Watch it at the following link:
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Fantastic eBook Sale

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Lady Laindora informs me the time is right for a sale on her eBook novel Healer of Surflex. It will be on sale for the month of April. You can purchase it in a wide variety eBook formats at the following link:
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Kerlia has fought to survive even before she was born because of the prophesy a child will destroy Kernel’s hold over the kingdom by healing the kingdom. Kernel’s minions search for the healer as his wizards strive to design the ultimate weapon. The minions almost capture Kerlia in the forest however she escapes by being transported to the fairy realm to begin her training to control her healing power. Kerlia must control her powers soon to protect those she loves. Can a mere child stand against the evil that has brought so many men to their knees

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Grant Challenge

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We’re really excited to let you know that we’re a part of the @acommunitythrives It’s a friendly fundraising campaign launched by @USATODAY where organizations dedicated like Iowa Author fest supports the creativity of our local Iowa Authors/Artist/Musicians in their endeavor to bring their work to reality and promote their written word/art/music to their patrons. compete to raise the most money with the top team winning a grand prize cash donation of $25,000.

It starts on Monday 18th ,2019 at 12pm ET and a total of $800,000 will be given away to organizations in the Challenge. The top raising organizations that raise the most will receive cash donations. We’re ready to raise as much money as we can so we can win the $25,000 grand prize donation.

How You Can Help

As a passionate member of our board, we know that you want to help out in any way you can. The best thing you can do is set up a fundraiser page. Donating is great, but if you can become a fundraiser and reach out to your entire network, the potential for raising more money increases drastically.

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IOWA AUTHOR FEST

At a meeting of supportive authors, the discussion was about different events or lack of events for self-published or indie authors in the Des Moines area.
That sparked the quest to create an event for authors in the Des Moines area and Iowa Author Fest came about.
The purpose of Iowa Author Fest is to promote Iowa Authors and to start or continue the networking of Iowa Author and other associated fields of creativity.
Iowa Author fest supports the creativity of our local Iowa Authors/Artist/Musicians in their endeavor to bring their work to reality and promote their written word/art/music to their patrons.
In 2014 we did our first short story contest in the Des Moines high schools with two stories submitted a disappointment but learning experience.
Two years later we reached out to high schools across Iowa and the response was overwhelming, 93 stories. We setup guidelines and the process of gleaming out the stories that met the guidelines, judging, complying, formatting, publishing and distribution the final book to the students took longer than expected. A learning situation. We gave out prizes of $100, $75 and $50 to the top three stories.
This year we are setting modified guidelines to expedite all aspects of the contest.

Some of the past participating authors in Iowa Author Fest:

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Thank you in advance for your support.

Apocalyptic Nightmare

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This is the second novel I read written by Author Ricki Dragoni. Author Ricki Dragoni spins a intriguing nightmare with his novel ‘The Swift’.

The main protagonist, Coach Mike wakes up August 8, 2022 to find nothing working, no electronics period. Nothing from a flashlight to any utilities working in town. The word of mouth information has it that the military will be evacuating the town of Storm Lake by sundown. The military arrives in antiquated vehicles not seen since the Vietnam War.

The first thing the military does is throw up a barb wire fence around the town. Then the evacuation starts. The military separates the town’s people into two groups, one group to green transport trucks and the other into a fenced in pen. Then they are gone with no explanation on what happened, leaving them in the pen.

After escaping the pen, those who are left decides to travel to the military base at Fort Dodge to find their families and answers. They must travel at night because the sunlight now burns their eyes. All process food is contaminated. The only things palpable is water, alcohol, and fresh meat. The trip is taking a toll on them, they are wasting away. In between them and their objective is the Swift. The Swift appeared shortly after they start the trip. The Swift is a group of vicious, brutal, creatures that are lightening fast with hands of sharp claws. Some can breathe fire. You shutter when you hear their high pitch screams knowing death is close at hand.

The story will draw you into the adventure and terror as Coach Mike strives to be united with those he loves. The ending is a fantastic twist to the story. No spoilers here. You have to read the novel to find out what Coach Mike finds out what actually happened to them.



The Swift by [Dragoni, Ricky]

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Last Free First Chapter

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This the last of the free chapters of my novels. I appreciate all of your involvement during this promotion. You can find the complete novel of Resin La Rock at the following links: www:https://books2read.com/u/m2XWOr

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CHAPTER 1

Resin La Rock glared from behind his Allis Chalmers Wd45 tractor as the scrawny little old lady swung her revolver at him. “You stupid old crone, get the off my property and out of my hair! My name is Resin La Rock. I never laid eyes on your scrawny backside before I moved to Wayne County two years ago.”

Resin La Rock glared from behind his Allis Chalmers Wd45 tractor as the scrawny little old lady swung her revolver at him. “You stupid old crone, get the off my property and out of my hair! My name is Resin La Rock. I never laid eyes on your scrawny backside before I moved to Wayne County two years ago.”

Resin saw her face twist into a snarl. He shook his head. He was going to have to swear out another complaint at the Sheriff’s office in Columbia against Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance. This old wrinkled wisp of a woman had been a thorn in Resin’s side since he made the stupid mistake of coming to this little jerk water town.

Sunshine stood on the driver seat of her Packer convertible to gain a better angle for that revolver at Resin. “Don’t you be lying to me. You know exactly what I mean and I’ll get the truth out of you even if I have to do it with lead. Come on admit it, you’re Hank Freeman. You done me wrong thirty years ago and I’m here to make you pay for your lying, cheating, thieving ways.”

Resin’s ground his teeth, “You’re delusional! Go back to your funny farm where you belong. I’m only twenty-six.”

Resin dove behind the rear tractor tire as a bullet ripped through where he stood moments ago. A second later, the rear tire let loose with a high pitch hiss of air escaping through the gaping hole left the bullet left. The tractor twisted slightly as the tire sank, exposing the other tire to the same treatment. The radiator sputtered and gurgled, releasing its liquid in a stream as other bullets careened off different parts of the tractor.

Resin let out a stream of billingsgate with each impact trying to find him. Resin flew into action as the hammer hit the empty chamber. He rounded the tractor and made a beeline for the Packard as Sunshine fumbled with the ammo in her jean pocket. She slammed three rounds in the chamber as Resin charged. Resin launched over the car, clothes lining Sunshine across the chest. Resin landed in a crouch; Sunshine laid on her back, the air knocked out of her – but not the fight.

The revolver came up intended to put a bullet right between Resin’s sea green eyes. He ripped the revolver free from her shaky fist as he flipped her over on her stomach. He kept Sunshine pinned to the ground with a knee to the small of her back. Resin slid the revolver in the back of his waistband and pulled several tie straps from his hip pocket. He twisted Sunshine’s arms behind her back hog, tying her. Resin grabbed her by her waistband and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Sunshine flopped like a fish out of water trying to get free as Resin walked over to his pickup and deposited Sunshine among the crates of fruit and vegetables in the bed. Her face crimsoned, “You can’t do this! I’m not some animal to be taken to the slaughter. You brash mother -” Resin shoved a greasy rag in her mouth cutting off the rest of Sunshine’s rant.

“Chew on that for a while. It matches your mouth. Chiamaka….Chiamaka! Come on out it’s over.”

Chiamaka Chinwe Chibueze, his Kenyan housekeeper came out onto the porch. The edge of her apron was crumpled in her fist. Her worried expression changed when she saw where Sunshine was. “Resin, huna kutibu mwanamke mzee kama hiyo. Mimi kufundishwa wewe bora. (Resin, you don’t treat an old lady like that. I taught you better.)”

“Now don’t you start in on me, Chiamaka. I didn’t hurt the old hag even though I wanted to tear her head off and shove it down her throat. Follow me into town so I can get rid of this pain.” He did not wait for her response. He went over and climbed into the Packard, roaring the engine to life just to aggravate Sunshine by treating her baby so roughly.

Chiamaka untied her apron and threw it on the porch chair. She went back to the kitchen door and snatched the truck keys off the hook by the door, shutting the door. Resin could hear Chiamaka’s tongue click clear over to the car. He shook his head as she came over to the car, holding out the truck keys.

Chiamaka tried to talk him out of what she considered would bring only heartache for those involved in Resin’s scheme. He could still hear Chiamaka’s Swahili even now when he mentioned his plan to her so long ago. “She may not want the past drug up. It may be your right to know, however, it’s not right to force someone to relive their past when they choose not to.” Then Chiamaka started correcting him as she would a small child. Click, clack, snapped her tongue let Resin know just how unhappy she was with him.

Resin threw her a disgusting snarl before he climbed out of the car and snatched the dangling keys. He stomped over to the truck, climbed and started the truck. He slammed the truck into drive, stomping accelerator as the truck threw rocks as it peeled out of the driveway and headed for town. Resin made sure to hit every rut in the road he could find.

Resin slowed down as he approached Columbia; getting stopped by the Sheriff before he could tell his side of the story was something he wanted to avoid. He rounded the corner, almost clipping the town’s worse gossip Randi House.

Resin pulled into a parking space in front of the Sheriff’s office. He shut off the truck and climbed out as Chiamaka drove the Packard in the parking space next to the truck. Resin reached in and pulled Sunshine out of the truck bed, slinging her over his shoulder once more. He walked up to the driver side of the Packard, listening to the aggravated clicking tongue of Chiamaka.

“Take the food order over to the grocery store while I take care of this pain. And no, I am not ready to see her yet. Now is not the time for it.” He huffed, “Please just do it without the tongue clicks, okay.”

Chiamaka gave him one last loud click of the tongue before she took the keys hanging from his hand. He just shook his head and then headed for the Sheriff office. By the time he transverse the fifteen feet to the door, small crowds started to gather in the town’s doorways at the spectacle of Sunshine hanging over his shoulder.

The deputy looked up from her paperwork as Resin came through the door. Resin deposited Sunshine in the chair next to the deputy’s desk. The deputy jumped up pulling the rag out of Sunshine’s mouth. Sunshine spat and twisted her mouth trying to rid of the nasty taste. The deputy turned to Resin, “You can’t be treating Miss Defiance this way. I ought to charge you with assault.”

“Before you charge me with assault I want this shriveled up old crone charged with assault with a deadly weapon.” Resin’s face twisted in a snarl two inches from the deputy’s face.

The deputy’s mouth twisted in disbelief, “You’re trying to tell me she assaulted you? I don’t believe it.”

Resin pulled the revolver out of his waistband and placed it on the desk, “Check it out for yourself. You’ll find the bullets from her revolver in different parts of my Allis Chalmers. She has caused over five thousand dollars in damages to my tractor. I want her locked up this time.” He poked a finger at the deputy. “I’m sick of her being able to go around harassing people without any repercussions. I want Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance also charged with violating the no-contact order I had placed on her last month. Tell the Sheriff he can find me at my farm.”

Resin turned on his heels and marched out the door, slamming it shut as he left. He caught sight of Clara leaning against his pickup parked in front of her store up the street. Clara Patriot was just going to have to wait until another time to meet him. He was in no mood to open that can of worms. He quickly ducked around the side of the police station and headed back toward the farm.

Resin crossed over the bike trail bridge into the cemetery, stopping in the middle of the graveyard by a granite monument. He stared down at the name on the stone: It all started with you.

“Hiya Resin. What ya doing traipsing around the cemetery this time of the day?”

A smile spread across Resin’s face as he glanced around, locating Porsche sitting in the crotch of the tree several rows over from him. He sauntered over to the tree. “I’m just walking off some tension on my way back to the farm.”

“I know a much more delicious way to relieve tension than walking.” Porsche caressed his chest with her toe. “A sampling of my chocolate mellows any tension a man might have.” She slid down into his embrace.

Sweet jasmine musk fueled the hunger building up in his soul for the bountiful body gliding across his body like a well-fitted glove. He drank in some nectar from her plump lips and allowed her to nibble his lower lip before releasing her from his embrace.

“Oh, you don’t make it easy to say no to you, Porsche.”

She pulled him back into the embrace, gliding her luscious lips across the base of his neck and sending shutters of desire throughout his body. “No one said you have to say no.”

Resin hooked her chin with the crook of his finger and raised her face to meet his. He sampled the nectar one last time. “Although your invitation is incredible, I’m going to have to decline.”

Porsche pulled away, crossing her arms. “What’s wrong with my invitation? You sure seem to enjoy the view of my summer night dances at the parties on the banks of the Beaver River.”

“Uhmm…. It’s not that I wouldn’t enjoy sampling your chocolate till my brain exploded. However, you are such a special lady that you deserve more than just a sample, and right now, I am not at a point in my life where I can give you what you truly deserve in a relationship. Besides, I believe there is someone on your mind that fits that slot a lot better than me.”

A small twisted smile crossed her lips, “Now what would make you think such a thing?”

Resin gave her a hug at the shoulder, “I’ve seen you watching him when he wasn’t aware you were there. You lick your lips as you would a double dipped death by chocolate ice cream cone.”

Her laughter tinkled across the cemetery, “Okay, you win this round. But the next time you go night fishing, remember to bring your fishing rod or I will cross the Beaver River with full expectations that you’re going to deliver.”

Resin kissed her forehead, “Okay, I’ll remember.” He trotted off toward the Beaver River. The burdens on his soul lighten by their encounter.

He reached the bank and sat down, pulled off his boots and socks. He placed everything from his pockets in his boot before climbing down the bank to the water’s edge. Resin drew a deep breath and then waded into the drought-stricken river. It only came up to his waist, but the swift current kept the water temperature at a chilly forty degrees. It quickly squelched any desire still running through his body and mind. He climbed up the other side of the river bank and heard Porsche’s laughter float across the river. He turned to see her sitting on the other side of the bank, dangling her leg over the river bank. A mischievous smile spread across her lips as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, sliding the blouse off her shoulders to expose the chocolate richness below. She blew him a kiss along with a tinkling laugh.

Resin smiled and pretended to catch the kiss, putting it in his front jean’s pocket then gave her a goodbye wave. He turned toward the farm, making his feet travel away from the delicious chocolate laughing behind him. That would be all he need to have old noisy Randi come across him sampling Porsche’s chocolate. She would have it blown up to a full lustful orgy with some bestiality thrown it to make it really juicy gossip.

He climbed the fence into the meadow. The soft grass was starting to stress under the drought. Resin could feel the soft crinkle of the blades breaking under his feet. He bent down and plucked several blades, testing their flexibility. If it did not rain soon, his crops would start to suffer. The grass would not have the nutrition the cattle and sheep needed. He was already hauling water to the orchard behind Sandra’s property to keep the crop of fruit plentiful and sweet. If the fruit crop went bad, it would not be only him that would suffer. Sandra’s struggling bakery would collapse if she had to buy the fruit for her pastries. When he bought the acreage, Sandra offered him, he spent a small fortune to plant almost mature trees and plants in the orchard. Between the cost of starting the orchard and maintaining it so Sandra could make a go of the bakery, he had almost depleted the reserves he set aside for running the farm.

Resin needed a good crop on each of the fruit and nuts from the orchard plus the sale of livestock to replenish the rainy-day fund. He could not continue to use his two black Gypsy Vanner stallions for stud without flooding the market with their colts. He also could not afford to take them back and forth to the east coast and keep his whereabouts unknown.

The two stallions were his prize possession. They were champion Grand Gypsy Vanners. They were pure black with white manes, tails, and feathering on the legs. They were a matched set, standing sixteen and a half hands tall. Now thanks to Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance, he was going to have to use them in place of his tractor. Just the thought of doing it made Resin irritated again over the situation.

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New Year Treat

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Happy New Year everyone. Here is a great way to start out the new year. A new chapter to read for your enjoyment. This time the chapter is from my fantasy ‘Healer of Surflex’. The novel is full of magic, fairies, knights, demons, wizards, dragons and talking animals. You can find the complete novel at the following links:

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CHAPTER 1

Pomelia’s moans of anguish woke Terian out of a deep sleep. He groggily rose upon one elbow and searched for his wife in the dim shadows of their thatched cottage. She moaned again, and he focused in on her huddled form at the edge of the hearth. The embers of last night’s fire gave a faint glow as it bathed her creamy complexion in a pale red hue.

He rose swiftly, spanning the space between them and crouched beside her. Terian caressed her face and brushed back the satiny black curly hair. Her light brown eyes filled to the brim with tears.

“Pomelia what’s wrong?”

“It’s not fair! We’re kind, gentle, loving people, not like the miller or the innkeeper. They charge unfair prices, stealing from those of the idle minded and still God blessed them with children. God, what have we done to deserve this punishment?” She lifted her hands soaked with blood.

The metallic scent of blood mingled with the smoking ash of the fire as it filtered through his nostrils, exploding in the recesses of his brain.

Terian’s heart caved in, Pomelia had miscarried again. He gently picked her up and cradled her against his rock hard chest. Terian went over to the bed and sat her on the edge, removing her soiled gown and used it to wipe off most of the blood from her body.

He remorsefully returned to the hearth, lovingly shrouding the tiny form in the bloody gown to hide their son from his wife’s view. Tears crept down the leathery cheeks as he covered the perfectly formed face.

Terian laid the tiny body by the basin then poured cool water from the large pitcher in the basin. He gathered clean cloths taking the basin back to the bed and sat it on the floor in front of Pomelia.

Terian searched Pomelia’s eyes for any evidence of life behind them. She moaned softly at Terian’s gentle touch in spite of his rough, callous hands as he methodically bathed her and cleansed her body with prayer and water. As Terian dressed her in a clean woolen gown, she was unable to even lift her arms. He laid her against the down tick pillows then covered her with their heavy quilt to guard her from the chill of the night.

Terian picked up the basin and left through the back door to go the well at his blacksmith shop. There he disposed of the basin’s content and cleaned it before he returned to the cottage. He returned the basin to the stand.

Pomelia no longer moaned. Sounds of light breath in sleep wafted from their bed. Terian prayed, Thank you Lord for sending sleep to Pomelia. That is the best thing for her so she won’t dwell on our devastating loss. Forgive her blasphemy, for it was her grief wailing, not her faith in You. Please give me the strength to endure the mourning period and Pomelia’s sharp tongue as she again deals with the loss of another child. She is, as she stated, a kind and gentle soul. Find it in Your heart to grant her heart’s desire of a strong, healthy child.

He cradled his shrouded son, and left quietly to make sure the door did not creak to wake Pomelia from her rest. The dogs were not even awake to snap at his heels as he trudged up the winding cobblestone lane toward the main street past the still darkened cottages of his neighbors. Every step Terian took oppressed his soul. Grief racked his massive frame with this fifth loss. Doubt penetrated his heart that God would bless them with an heir. It seemed the prophecy of the local soothsayer would hold true.

Terian forbade Pomelia from seeking advice from the old crone after her first miscarriage. Pomelia, however, secretly visited her while he was away at the castle at Congor’s request to discuss the new designs for the battle armor for the king’s warriors. Congor was the king’s man of arms and chief counselor.

Terian returned to find Pomelia had given the old soothsayer a month’s worth of wages for a mixture of foul, musky herbs that were to be made into a drink and drank before each session of intimacy as they chanted to a small gross ebony carving of a fertility deity.

Terian’s rage exploded and for the first time in his life, he wanted to raise his hand to another human. He snatched the herbs and carving and heaved them into the flames of his forge. Pomelia ran wailing into the cottage. He pumped the bellows to engorge the flames and eradicated the abominations out of existence. He turned his frustration to his hammer and anvil. Terian shaped a pile of metal into various sizes of breastplates. The anvil’s clang echoed off the walls of the village cottages.

Several hours later, the shuffled tap of the soothsayer’s steps and cane interrupted him. She stood in the doorway, weaving heavily against the twisted knarred cane.

“Be gone, hag! There is no welcome at my hearth for you or your abominable deities. Leave my wife and me in peace before I dispatch you in my forge, as I did your graven image and poison.” The warning rumbled through the rafters of the shop and stable, causing the nesting doves to take reckless flight in fear.

She cackled with delight over Terian’s raging frustration. She crooned and leaned against her cane as she pointed a gnarled finger at him, “I’m not frightened of your ravings against me as one of the pathetic doves roosting in your rafters. Your wife came to me, begging me for my help, since your god wasn’t strong enough to hold a child within her womb full term to deliver a healthy son. I warned her if you had an inkling that she was going to be using my help, your pride in your worthless god would compel you to destroy her plans, dashing her desires for a son.

“You’ve done exactly as I foretold. Because of your blasphemy against Kernel, Pomelia will continue to try, but will never give you a live heir until Kernel claims her also, leaving you wallowing in your pride for your pitiful, minute god for the rest of your miserable life.”

Terian could stand no more of her threats. He hurled his hammer at the old crone’s balding scraps of hair, “Leave Pomelia alone. My God is greater than anything you can carve, witch.”

She disappeared, cackling, “We will see blacksmith, we will see.”

The hammer embedded itself in the massive oak door frame.

Terian’s mind swirled in self-doubt mixed with guilt that indeed these tragedies could have been diverted if he had cooperated with Pomelia’s plan, instead of relying on his faith in God. They could have five healthy sons if he had chosen differently.

The soothsayer’s cackle echoed throughout his soul, mocked his faith with ‘We’ll see blacksmith, we’ll see!’ With every step he took, it tried to divert him from his destiny. Soon every muscle in his body strained against his will, wanting Terian to stop, turn aside to the gnarled, vine covered trail that lead to the soothsayer’s tumbled down hovel, and beg her to lift her curse.

Still he stayed true to the course as it led Terian humbly through the village past cottage after cottage filled with slumbering children. He arrived at the ornate iron gate he designed with love. Terian lifted the heavy latch and pushed the gate inward. The gate groaned and shattered the stillness of the night. It woke the rectory guard dog. It bayed loudly at his approach.

A chorus of howls joined the guard dog’s baying seconds later. A light blinked on in the rectory window as the pastor groggily met Terian at the door. He held his lamp high in front of him to see who was at the rectory this late at night. The beam of light barely radiated through the darkness and revealed a hazy, gigantic form moving among the tombstones toward the rectory.

“Quiet whelp, before you wake the whole village with your baying. I’m awake. Who’s there? Terian, Terian is that you?” The pastor called out and peered in the darkness. “Terian, why have you come at such an ungodly hour? What are you carrying?”

Terian’s heavy shuffled steps mingled with the baying hound. It sent an eerie chill running through the pastor’s soul. Terian came into view cradling the bloody shrouded parcel tightly against his chest. Blood coated his chest and forearms. Terian kissed the cradled shroud. He held it out to the pastor, his chocolate brown eyes swollen under his knitted brow. Strands of silver glittered among the mass of ebony hair that four years ago had none. Terian’s tawny skin now held a sallow glow. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked.

His voice rumbled full of sorrow, “Pomelia miscarried another son. I need you to prepare my son for burial, as Pomelia is incapable to perform the necessary cleaning ceremony. I’ll be in the chapel.”

The pastor quaked as he reached out and took the shrouded infant from the grieving father. He passed it to his wife with the lantern, who arrived behind him for the needed ceremony. “Yes, yes go ahead Terian. I’ll dress and go to Pomelia. She needs to be cleansed, then I’ll be back to prepare your son.” He reassured Terian as he shooed Terian through the rectory to the chapel.

“No, there is no need to bother Pomelia. She is resting.”

The pastor drew back at the rebuff, “Terian, you know the cleansing ritual must be performed within an hour of the birth to ensure the mother’s health.”

An iron grip slammed around the pastor’s forearm and painfully halted his progress. “I said, leave her be. Do you think I am incapable of performing the cleansing ritual correctly after four previous miscarriages? She is fine. Sleep is what she requires now. It is our son’s body that needs attention.”

The pastor winched in pain, “Terian, my arm, you’re crushing my arm!”

Terian immediately released his grip and muttered his apologies. “Sorry, just let her sleep, please,” then went into the chapel. He moved slowly up the aisle to the altar. He lit two candles. He knelt deep in prayer. The pastor closed the door and left Terian in privacy to wrestle with his sorrow.

Moans of anguish escaped Terian’s trembling lips. Tears streamed along the crevasses of the sun-stained face. They soaked his chest and left trails through the caked blood. It pooled on the floor around his knees. His mind could only scream repeatedly, “Why, God?” His body was racked in grief at failing his wife once more, enforcing her fears of the soothsayer’s prophecy.

Streams of light filtered through the altar’s stained glass window. It cast a rainbow of color across the crumpled man. It grew in intensity, bathing Terian in its warmth.

“Terian,” a soft unseen voice shattered the silence, “Terian, rise.”

Terian slowly lifted his head. His swollen, bloodshot eyes dimly focused on the blurry shape behind the altar in front of the stained glass window. “Leave me in peace. I need solitude, not company.”

“Terian, rise, and hear the Words of God, for He has heard and felt your sorrow.”

Terian wiped his eyes with the back of his hand to clear the tears from his eyes. Terian tried to identify the intruder of his solitude. His eyes concentrated enough to view a tall, well-formed man, clothed in iridescent robes. The man lifted up his hand for Terian to obey him.

Terian shook his head, “I beg of you, leave me in peace.”

A brilliant light burst forth from the man and caused Terian to shield his eyes from the blinding light, “Terian, rise, for God has granted you His mercy. I am Moryx, messenger of God.” his voice reverberated throughout every molecule of Terian.

Terian raised his massive frame. It quaked in fear then he collapsed in a heap, “Forgive me Lord, for I’m but an unschooled oaf in the midst of grievous sorrow.”

Moryx unfurled a magnificent set of wings and arched them high over his chiseled bronze features, “Do not bow before me, for I am not God. Rise, Terian and view God’s glory through me.”

Terian rose, shielded his eyes, his legs quivered, barely able to hold him erect. “Who am I that God has felt my sorrow, and has mercy upon me?”

“You are who you are, no more, no less. God has chosen you to bear His healer to aid in the war against the evil ravaging Surflex. She will aid God’s warrior to free your kingdom from the evil grip that is tightening its coils around the kingdom’s soul.”

“A daughter, God will bless me with a daughter? Forgive me; but wouldn’t a son be a better candidate for a warrior of God? A daughter may not be strong enough to carry out God’s plan for freedom.”

Moryx’s wings spread out filling the space behind the altar. They blotted out everything else. “God has chosen His champion already to fight the battle with evil. Your daughter must heal the sorrow caused from the ensuing battle. To allow her to reach her full potential there is much preparation. There will be no other midwife but you to bring her into the world. You will wear calfskin gloves at all times in dealing with your daughter. She is not to be touched without gloved hands. Her mother or a wet nurse will not nurse her, for she will be unable to control the healing powers until she reaches maturity. It would drain her life force during the healing.

“You shall teach your daughter how to be genial and merciful. You shall show her how to love those who despise her, those who fear and envy her power. Keep her secret well, even from Pomelia, for even her mother will try to use her power for her own selfish desires.”

Terian fell to his knees, his hands clasped together and begged for leniency, “Please don’t condemn my child to a life without contact with another living soul. Every living thing craves contact with others. She couldn’t live without being able to feel another’s embrace.”

Moryx’s stern angelic features softened, “God knows of her need for contact and is not unfeeling. She may touch any animal bare handed, no matter the species. They will have no fear of her and will serve her slightest wish even unto death. Go now, for Pomelia is now awakened and the time of your son’s burial is at hand.”

Terian rose as Moryx vanished. He left the chapel and made his way home to collect his wife for their son’s burial. A large strip of silver hair hanging down in Terain’s eyes glistened in the dawn’s rose-colored light, a constant reminder to Terian of his conversation with Moryx.

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Crime Murder Mystery Series

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I am featuring my crime murder mystery series over the next few weeks. I will be sharing appetizers from the novels to wet the readers’ anticipation. The first in the series is titled The Perfect Witness.  You can find  it at https://books2read.com/u/m0G2W3 for your eBook options or https://amzn.to/1u92UUj for a kindle edition or print copy.

3d The Perfect Witness

THE PERFECT WITNESS,
BOOK ONE
IN THE DEBOIS SERIES

WRITTEN BY SUE RAYMOND

All the characters in this book are fictitious, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Places are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
COPYRIGHT © SUE RAYMOND

Bible passages quote are from the King James Version

Without limiting the rights under copyrights reserved above, no part of this book may be reproduced in any unauthorized format into any retrieval system or transmitted by any means without prior written permission of the author.
FIRST EDITION 2008
Second Edition 2015
IBN 13: 978-1514877678
10: 1514877678

Raymond, Sue
The Perfect Witness, Book One: The DeBois Series/ Sue Raymond
Upon Eagle’s Wings, Malachi Ink Publishing
516 East Park Avenue, Des Moines, Iowa 50315

CHAPTER 1

Miss Anderson was running late because of traffic. Mr. Hogan’s office called two weeks earlier for a wedding gown consultation for his daughter who was getting married in nine months. She proceeded up the marble stairs toward his office, straightening the light blue suede jacket of her suit, juggling her portfolio and purse as she went.
This better be on the level since I spent so much time drawing up all the different designs they wanted. To think that anyone would spend so much on just the wedding dress is beyond me. However, without these extravagant eccentrics I soon would no longer have ‘Upon Eagle’s Wing Designer Studio, Malachi Inc. which helps pay the bills. Well, I hope she does not take all day to make up her mind. I hate dealing with spoiled brats who whine excessively at their parents that they deserve this. What they deserve is a swift rap on the hand with Mother Superior’s ruler over being a self-centered egotist obnoxious delinquent.
She was lost in thought when she overheard a loud conversation coming from her client’s open office door. Mr. Hogan was screaming at a certain Mr. Wallace. Mr. Wallace was explaining about a shipment that was coming in from Colombia on the Monticello next Saturday at Pier 57 in Cowanus Bay at 9:00 pm in South Brooklyn. Miss Anderson peered through the crack in Mr. Hogan’s doorway.
“I apologize for the leak, which cost us the last drug and weapon shipment. I assured you the leak is now sealed,” Mr. Wallace, a small twig of a man, wrung his hands together while he stood before the oversized desk, groveling under Mr. Hogan’s stony gaze.
Michelin Hogan reached into his desk, pulling out a nine-millimeter Beretta handgun with a silencer on it and pointed it at Mr. Wallace.
He scowled ghoulishly, “I always make sure all loose ends are tied up.” He pulled the trigger, shooting Mr. Wallace directly in the chest and tossed the gun to the mammoth henchman standing by his side.
Mr. Wallace crumpled to the floor onto an oriental area rug. Mr. Hogan glared at the body, instructing his henchmen to take out the trash.
She backed away from the door and was almost at the stairs when she bumped into a small table holding a vase. She desperately tried catching the vase, but lost everything in the process, even tearing her nylons. The vase and her portfolio went crashing to the floor spraying toward Hogan’s office door. It gave the impression of her just coming up the stairs when the vase broke. She quickly knelt down, trying to retrieve the sketches as one of the henchmen came charging out of the office, his hand in his jacket in a threatening manner.
Miss Anderson glanced up at him, “Could you help me pick up my sketches? I am running late for my appointment with Mr. Hogan and his daughter.”
He glared down at her, his expression held an unspoken threat. Mr. Hogan came out of his office, straightening his tie and summing up the situation. When he was satisfied she had not overheard or seen anything he told his henchman, “Don’t just stand there, you big lummox, pick up her stuff for her.” He came over to her saying, “I overheard you say you were running late, my daughter is also running late from shopping with her mother. I would like to reschedule our appointment for say… maybe Friday if you would be able. I would appreciate it if you could accommodate me in this.” He took her hand, helping her up as the henchman gathered her portfolio.
“Y-yes that will be fine,” she stammered taking back the portfolio and glancing nervously toward the stairs.
He walked her out to a waiting taxi and opened the door for her. “Thank you for rescheduling the appointment and, since I know what an inconvenience this places you in, I will make sure it will be worth your while to come back again.” He shut the door and the taxi sped off. Miss Anderson shuttered, glancing back to see Mr. Hogan talking to one the henchmen and pointing to the speeding taxi.
Su Anderson went to her studio, making sure there was no surveillance placed on her before going to the authorities.
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The cartel sent an assassin to silence Su Andrewson because she witnessed a murder by a crime lord. Now she is under the protection of US Marshall Jean DeBois. #crime #MurderMystery #assassin #amzn.to/1u92UUj #USMarshall #WitnessProtection #CR4U #books2read.com/u/m0G2W3

 

Review of I was a Teenage Weredeer

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This is a fast-paced urban thriller for young adults. The main character is a weredeer by the name of Jane Doe. Her best friend Emma happens to be a werewolf. The town they live in is cursed by an ancient spirit god whose family was murdered by the town’s citizens years ago. Now that spirit is back to exact revenge on the families that killed its family. Jane and Emma must unravel the mystery to save their loved ones before all is lost. If you love the pop culture of today’s supernatural this is a must-read for you. I give it a four star rating out of five stars.

If you love mysterious SF horror this book is a must buy for your classic urban fantasy/ Sci-Fi library. You can find it at https://www.amazon.com/I was a Teenage Weredeer-C-T-Phipps-ebook/dp/ .

New Book Reveal

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I want to first apologize for being absent for so long. The past two years have been extremely trying in my personal life. Multiple deaths and other items took a grave tole on my emotional well being. My life lines were my faith in the Lord, husband, family, and especially two pair of tiny hands reaching up for me, full of unspoken pure love. Their love so overflowing filled ever crevasse that sorrow tore in my soul. That pure love mended the tears so completely there is no visible scars. It gave me the time to heal and focus on what is important in one’s life.

My new release is a children’s picture book entitled “Who Stole Tommy’s Kisses?” Someone has been stealing Tommy’s kisses. Follow as Tommy explores to find out who the thief might be, from his dog to the oldest person in his family.

Who Stole Tommy’s Kisses? will be available on Amazon soon. The Ebook edition is presently being worked on and published as soon as all the bugs are worked out in the formatting so the pictures stay where they are suppose to be in the book. The ISBN number is 978-0-9982942-8-5.

Iowa Author Fest Joins with Read a Book Nook for Second Author Signing

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The second author signing will be held at Read a Book Nook July 13th at 205 South 3rd Avenue. The time it is being held will be 10:00 am to 3:00 pm. There will be five authors this time. The first featured author is Andy Heintz.Head shot

Andy Heintz is a freelance writer based in the US Midwest. His work has been published in numerous progressive media outlets around the world, including New Internationalist,  Foreign Policy in Focus, The Wire, Common Dreams, Tikkun, Culture
Project and New Politics.

Andy recently wrote a book called Dissidents of the International Left. It features interviews with 77 left-wing figures from around the world talking about domestic and international issues. Some of the main themes of the book are gender equality, refugee rights, environmental sustainability, universal rights, cross-border solidarity and how to confront far-rights groups around the world. Here is a press release about my…

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