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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

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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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The Butterfly Effect

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I just finished the novel ‘Ripples’ By Ricky Dragoni. The story is a Sci-Fi thriller worthy of being a Night Gallery or Twilight Zone classic. The story opens up in the year 6749 where humanity has genetically engineered itself to be perfect. Humans are no longer born, they are harvested after the parents have the geneticist program from a limited DNA pool specifications what they want in a child. They live perfect lives for 200 years then they are recycled. Jordan is such a human. Jordan’s parents chose curious, creative, structured, and unconcerned. This combination set Jordan apart from the norm. As Jordan grew up, the others were always asking if Jordan was truly engineered or was Jordan a Random.

Jordan is a temporal scout for the KronoCorp on the San Andres Island. Joran scouts different periods of time to determine the value of the period of time and safety for visitation by the Civilization. Jordan viewed humans of the past as primitive, weak and vestigial remnant until Jordan encountered an elderly couple on the subway in the year 1979. The couple’s devotion and love for each other sparked a yearning within Jordan to start a quest to create the butterfly effect. Now Jordan must carry out this mission in secret so the auditor does not catch on to the ripples in time and stops Jordan.

Ricky Dragoni weaves a tale within a tale keeping the reader enthralled page after page with a twist at the end. I give it a five star rating. You can find Ricky Dragoni’s work at the following links: https://www.amazon.com/Ripples-Ricky-Dragoni-ebook/dp/B06Y6N4D6C https://www.amazon.com/Ricky-Dragoni/e/B019GJBZ9U

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Ripples by [Dragoni, Ricky]

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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Celtic legion, Will-O who is a wisp has been given a commission of guardian to the descendants of Colin McGregor. She has done well in her commission over the centuries until Ongwaterohiathe Whitehorse tries to rescue a young woman that has fallen overboard into the Niagara River, plunging him head long down into the terrifying world Mesa Soyok Wuhti, a Hopi demonic legion. Mesa Soyok Wuhti or Monster Woman seeks her victims out in the dead of the night for their heads to put in her basket she carries on her back or steal you away to her longhouse to fatten you up for her cauldron.

Will-O Wisp of Niagara Falls is the next novel in the Free Chapter of my novels. You can find the complete novel at the following links:

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CHAPTER 1

The fog was a thick gray swirling mass which shrouded the Maid of the Mist 3. Twenty-three-year-old Ongwaterohiathe Whitehorse coiled the rope before he stored it in the aft stern locker in the pilot tower. His jet black hair fell across his forehead as he left the pilot tower and headed down the stairs toward the gangplank He was glad this day was finally over. If he hurried, Ongwaterohiathe would be in time for the first reading by the Iowa Indie Author Group at the Theater Loft in the heart of Elmwood Village before the play of ‘Because of Me’ by J.C. Hamm.

The clean deck lay empty after being flooded with blue plastic poncho covered bodies as they crowded the railing for the premier spot to capture the particular moment on a photograph to commemorate their visit to the falls.

Ongwaterohiathe glanced over at the roaring falls as he was about to leave the ship. The fog blanketed the falls but failed to cover the growl of the falls drumming in his head. He turned to wave goodnight to the pilot when Ongwaterohiathe caught a glimpse of a slim Kanyenkehaha woman at the bow railing.  

Her long raven hair was braided in a waterfall twist into a mermaid braid darkened by the thick mist. His sister had tried for months to master that particular braiding technique without success. The woman turned her head toward Ongwaterohiatha as the fog swallowed her.

Ongwaterohiathe ran back to the bow searching for her. He could not see her anywhere. Ongie snatched the life preserver as he combed the turbulent water for any sign of her. She appeared thirty feet down the river for a mere moment.

Ongie launched his six-foot-four-inch frame over the railing, using it for an extra foot boost. As the torrent river closed over his head, he heard, “Ongie No! She’s not real!”

Ongie’s temples hammered as he tried to rise. A gentle hand pushed him back down on the pillow as a cold cloth covered his broad forehead and eyes Ongie could hear the distant falls roar as it rumbled along. It vibrated all around him. He pulled the towel from his eyes and focused dimly on the ornate glass dome over him holding back the turbulent waters of the Niagara River.

“No, no it can’t be,” he struggled against the gentle embrace.

“Sh-sh everything is all right. She can’t find you here.”

“Can’t find me, who is she? The last thing I remember, I jumped into the river to rescue a young Kanyenkehaha woman that fell overboard. Is she safe? Did someone rescue her?” Ongie’s strength depleted and sank once again against the pillow.

“There is no need for concern over that one. She can never die.” The cloth covered his eyes once more.

Ongie woke to the stench of a hospital room. His eyes crossed under the harsh light making hazy shadows of the hospital personnel. A shadow glided to the end of his bed. Ongie focused harder as he cleared his throat to gain the shadow’s attention.

“Well Mr. Whitehorse, it is nice to meet you finally. I have been waiting for a long time to do so.” Mesa Soyok Wuhti appeared at the foot of the hospital bed. “I do not know how you escaped us at the falls, however; there will be no escaping from me here.” She brushed back the long straggly black hair with the jagged-edged knife covered with blood. Her wide eyes stared as fangs appeared at the corners of thin lips.

The knife drew back over her head ready to be plunged into Ongie’s neck as Mesa Soyok Wuhti climbed over the foot of the bed.

Ongie could not move. His eyes riveted on the snarled face shining with glee over her apparent victory.

Mesa Soyok Wuhti crawled over his body, scratching and clawing the thin cover over Ongie. Her body twitched as she came up his chest. Her foul breath gagged the air out of Ongie’s lungs. She drew herself erect upon Ongie’s rib cage. The knife held high above her head then it plunged down toward his throat, “Soyoka-u-u-u!”

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Great Read for YA Through Adults

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I liked this series. It is base on the 6000 year old  apocalyptic story of good vs evil.  It starts out with a run on sentence lasting a full paragraph describing the Second Death. The Second Death is a dimension made by the Creator for the Fallen, those who rebelled against the order of the Cosmos.

Jessie Hailey, a sixteen old with an alcoholic mother, hears a voice offering her a way out of her abusive live and power so she would be no one victim any longer. She starts out on a journey to release three Fallen or as the world calls them demons to help her release Nalsuu, Father of Darkness and Chaos. He has chosen her to be his queen.

Those who would stop her are the Watchers, half-breeds, descendants of the joining between the Fallen and humans. They will be lead by the Chosen One to stop this apocalyptic from happening.

It is a story that moves back and forth in time telling the intertwining of the lives of the characters. You can follow the story line easily. It keeps you involved throughout the story coming to a drastic climax with an opening to continue the story.

I give it four stars.

The Second Death Supernatural Thriller Series: Books 1-3 and Prequel Novella (The Second Death Supernatural Thriller Series Box Sets) Kindle Edition.

 

 

 

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Above is the address to enter for a chance to win a $25.00 Amazon gift card and 16 mystery novels being held by Tera Meyers with sixteen other authors. I will be giving a set of my DeBois Series Book one thru three.

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