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Science Fiction, mystery, fantasy
Date Published: February 6, 2018
Publisher: Chattercreek
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The mystery that unfolds on a dark, eerie back road in upstate New York sends Nick Dowling on a frantic quest to understand his past. What he discovers about himself slowly drives him toward madness. Where does the truth unfold, in mystery or in the dream? Is truth the illusion he can’t embrace? Just who is Nick Dowling?


Suddenly he noticed lights, as if coming from a house. Thinking he might finally be off Fox Hollow Road and onto something that would take him into town, he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Shit,” he said, as he got closer to the house. “Looks like a frigging dead-end.” 

He slapped his hand on the steering wheel. He decided to knock on the door and ask for directions as he stopped the jeep near the driveway. It was quiet, desolate. He took a deep breath and confronted his fear. “Get hold of yourself, man,” he said. 

Nick stared back at the farmhouse. It was familiar, which was not unusual. At every turn in upstate New York there was a farmhouse. 

“A compelling sight,” he said. 

The house was stately and white. Lace curtains moved with the wind, like the porch swing. He could hear the creak. The house stood against the night in shades of grey, like an old postcard photograph picked up at a flea market. Nick could see bicycles lying on the grass. A dog lifted his head from the porch and stared at him. Nick felt strangely nostalgic. 

He’d assumed years ago that he’d been raised in Phoenicia, New York, because that’s what it said on the hotel register when he checked out of the room he’d awoken in, with no memory at all of how he had gotten there. Phoenicia, New York, was another small town within biking distance. He must have been on a lot of country roads in his childhood, staring at houses just like this one. He never went to Phoenicia, though, it was too frightening to confront a past he couldn’t recall, but he’d insisted on buying a second house in New Kingston after finding the town on a Google search for vacation homes. Had he subliminally chosen to be near Phoenicia? 

He didn’t have any answers, perhaps he never would. Perhaps he didn’t want them. As he stared at the house, it drew him in, engulfing him in a black and white fantasy, like an old film. He couldn’t have any connection at all to this farmhouse. New Kingston wasn’t written on the hotel register. 

Nick stared at the house for several more minutes before the image faded, simply drifted off into the night, leaving behind a phantasmal mist. Nick drifted into the ebbing image, falling into a mindless stupor, as if inebriated. 

“God,” he cried out. “What the hell is happening to me?” 

He struggled to escape the blank plateau into which he had fallen, but he couldn’t. It was as if his thoughts were being gripped by a distant hand. He suddenly felt floated right up to a shadowy shape in the sky. 

“Leave me alone!” he shouted. 

His head fell sharply to his shoulder, an action that seemed to come from somewhere else, another person―another body. 

“Stress can cause people to black out,” Jenna once told him. 

“Yes, of course, that’s it―stress,” Nick whispered. He looked back at the house again. The noise returned, overbearingly loud―the drill into concrete…deafening. 

Quickly switching the radio back on to fight the noise, he thought about screaming out for help. The sound hovered above him, precariously close. 

He turned the radio up louder. Nothing but staticDamn. 

The noise continued…threatening to use its power…devour him. It was directly over his head, so very close. He felt lifted by it, lifted up to someplace far, as far as space. 

“This is madness,” he whispered. “This is impossible.” 

He had spent his entire adulthood distracted by the ordinary pressures of survival. He never considered himself particularly introspective, not much caring to delve into the remnants of feelings hidden beneath the debris of inconsequential information―feelings his wife insisted were vital links to his mental well-being. Nick never questioned his life after waking up in a Chelsea hotel with no past. He walked out into the city and survived. Surviving took up all his time, owned his thoughts. He didn’t need to know the rest, the forgotten past. The only choices he needed to make were the ones he faced in his profession as a circulation vice president for a major New York newspaper. It took twenty years, but he finally had an executive’s salary. 

He didn’t want to know his inner life. The dreams he had over the years had been too disturbing to probe―images of violent anger, blood everywhere he looked, murders he could not explain. 

“My inner life is uneventful and average,” he’d told Jenna when they first met. “I can’t devote much time thinking about it.” 

And then, years later, new torment, new dreams…monsters haunted his sleep, metaphors for himself, he surmised. 

No, Nick did not want to find his past or obsess on any uncomfortable emotions, especially not with his dreams, blood on his hands, a dead child at his feet…a battered woman. 

“Am I insane?” He looked out into the night and shook his head. “Am I?” 

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He switched the radio back off and listened for the quiet stillness of night to return, soft and melodic. He listened until all he heard was the wind. 

As he stared back at the old farmhouse tears came into his eyes. He suddenly wanted to leap from the car and run to the front door, as if he belonged there, behind the majesty of its silent repose. 

I’m home. Mom! I’m home, he wanted to shout. 

His eyes blinked as the lights in the farmhouse flickered. He switched the radio back on. He needed the music to ground him, but the static had returned with an irritating repetition. He tried to find a clear station. He was agitated. He wanted to get the hell out of there. He knew that by now the only general store in town would be closed and he’d have to deal with the supermarket for a 

lousy quart of milk. He hated the supermarket: big, cold places…so why the hell can’t I get off this damn road and make it to the goddamn general store? 

“Shit,” he said, switching off the radio altogether. 

The lights from the house flickered again, as if an electrical storm was passing over, but the night was clear. Nick backed the jeep up, deciding he would leave the way he had come in…no need to ask for directions. As his breathing returned to normal, he was grateful for its steady rhythm. He was making rational decisions like his old self. It had all been imagination, just imagination. 

As Nick backed up the jeep, he noticed a man at the window of the old house peering through a torn shade. 

“What the hell happened to the lace?” He whispered as he stared in awe at the tattered blind. He quickly thought of his wife and the look in her large dark eyes as she gave him that half parted smile and suggested therapy. How the hell would he ever explain any of this to her? 

He sat quietly. His eyes drifted back to the house. He looked quickly for the dog. All he saw was a tired old porch―empty…no porch swing. No dog. 

“Shadows playing tricks,” he said. The oblique shape in the sky expanded and lowered itself closer to the Earth.


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Olivia Hardy Ray is the pen name for Vera Jane Cook, who is the author of Dancing Backward in Paradise, 2007 winner of the Indie Excellence Award for notable new fiction and an Eric Hoffer Award for publishing excellence, also in 2007. Dancing Backward in Paradise received a 5 Star Review from ForeWord Clarion. The Story of Sassy Sweetwater was a finalist for the ForeWord Clarion Book of the Year Award and the recipient of a five star review from ForeWord Clarion. Where the Wildflowers Grow was her third southern fiction novel and is receiving 5 star reviews from Amazon.com. Her latest southern fiction novel just released is Pleasant Day. Her woman’s fiction novel is Lies a River Deep and the soon to be released ‘Kismet’. Under her pen name she is also the author of Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem, and Pharaoh’s Star. The sequel to Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem is Annabel Horton and the Black Witch of Pau. That novel will be released this summer. Jane, as she is called by friends and family, writes in the genres she loves: southern fiction, women’s fiction, mystery and fantasy paranormal fiction. She lives on the Upper West Side of Manhattan with her spouse, her Basenji/Chihuahua mix, Roxie, her Dachshund, Karly, her Chihuahua, Peanut, and her two pussycats, Sassy and Sweetie Pie.
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TJ Amberson hails from the Pacific
Northwest. With a love of writing in several genres, TJ strives to provide
well-written, age-appropriate, & original novels for tweens, teens, and new


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Dark times are upon the land of
Nereth. Centuries have passed since the rightful heir to the throne was
banished. The people are losing hope in ancient legend, which foretells of one
who will rise up, overthrow the evil king and queen, and restore peace. Like
all others in Nereth, Edlyn has suffered greatly. Orphaned as a child, Edlyn
grew up as the serf of a drunken lord. Now a spirited seventeen-year-old, Edlyn
works to buy her freedom while fighting off the unwanted advances of Sheriff
Hurst. One morning, Edlyn discovers a young man hiding in the stable. He is
fleeing from Sheriff Hurst and inflicted with a sword wound that will surely be
fatal without her help. In a split-second decision, Edlyn conceals the young
man from Sheriff Hurst and begins nursing him back to health. As the young
man’s strength returns, Edlyn learns that his name is Maddock, and she is
stunned to find that he has come from the mysterious land to the north. Maddock
soon comes to Edlyn’s aid, rescuing her from Sheriff Hurst. Suddenly declared
outlaws, both Edlyn and Maddock must escape for their lives to enchanted
Ravenshire Forest and then the desolate mountains beyond. As their adventure
unfolds, Edlyn and Maddock discover that their meeting may have been more than
chance, for their lives prove bound by a fate that neither of them could
possibly have imagined.


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“So it is true that Sheriff Hurst
really wanted to make you his bride?” Peyton eventually inquired.
Hurst is a horrible, selfish man.”
is rich, and he has good connections.”
you suggesting that nothing else should matter?” Edlyn challenged.
“Why should money and importance be all that a woman aspires to in a
marriage? Can a woman not want love and happiness? Or respect?”
shot her a sideways glance. “You think that pining after a wanderer who is
on a secret journey—and nearly being brought upon your deathbed because of
him—is happiness?”


turned away. “I am pining after no one.”


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June 20, 2019
Elite Online Publishing
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lives a charmed life. He’s attending Princeton, has a loving girlfriend, and a
supportive mother. He has the world at his fingertips, but something is
missing. On a quest to discover his true self, and where he really fits in, he
finds himself in the idyllic town of Haven Brooke visiting his cousin James.
Yes, Haven Brooke is the perfect place for Bennet to relax and plan his future,
but not all is as it seems. The town is concealing a dark secret, and when
Bennet stumbles upon it he is transported to Dominion Cove, a land where
darkness is waiting to strike. Bennet learns that he may be the only one who
can stop the darkness and return balance to Dominion. But will he venture into
Dominion to find the darkness? Will he rise up as the chosen one, or will he
leave it all behind to return to the comforts of his former life?
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R. Hubbard gained her love for reading and writing at an early age. She craved
creative writing while in school, and appreciated all the teachers that
encouraged her to explore the art of constructing short stories, including her
parents, who were educators. In her early college years the idea for her first
book fluttered into her mind, but she pursued a career in Elementary Education
graduated from Weber State University at the age of 22 with a degree in
Elementary Education and jumped into the classroom. Years later she earned a
Master’s Degree of Curriculum and Instruction from Western Governors
University. While she is no longer actively teaching, the years she spent
molding the minds of young children and instilling a love for reading within
them helped her to know that it was time to focus on being a mother and an
currently lives with her husband and three amazing children in Ogden, Utah. She
enjoys playing pickleball, eating cheesecake, and playing the piano when she
isn’t in the car running children around to their various activities.


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GSR Countdown Blitz- King’s Envoy, Book1 First Artesans Trilogy

Cas lives in the lovely county of Hampshire, southern UK, where she was born. On leaving school she trained for two years before qualifying as horse-riding instructor. During this time she also learned to carriage-drive. She spent thirteen years in the British Civil Service before moving to Rome, Italy, where she and her husband, Dave, lived for three years. They enjoy returning whenever they can. Cas supports many animal charities and owns two rescue dogs. She has a large collection of cacti and loves gardening. She is also a folk singer/songwriter and is currently writing and recording nine folk-style songs to accompany each of her fantasy books. You can listen to and download all the songs from her website: www.caspeace.com 
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Taran Elijah’s quest for knowledge
uncovers a plot that threatens the world…




In Albia, the fourth realm, the precious Artesan gift is dying. Although born
to the craft, Taran is struggling to achieve his potential. Against his
friends’ advice, he embarks on a foolhardy plan to acquire the teaching he
craves. Alone, he crosses into Andaryon, the fifth realm, but instead of finding
a mentor, he stumbles upon a treacherous plot.




In the wake of Taran’s actions, Albia suffers a series of vicious raids. Major
Sullyan of the High King’s forces is sent to oppose them. But a dark and
treacherous force is moving through the realms and both Taran and Sullyan will
feel its power.


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Taran’s metasenses pricked him
and he instantly woke, leaping to his feet and snatching his sword. He stopped
short, biting back a curse, as he registered the confident stance of the young
man standing before him. And he had every reason to be confident, Taran
realized, with armed hunters at his back. His failure to sense them sooner made
Taran scowl. Apprehensively, he waited for the man to speak.
“You’re trespassing, Albian.”
The man’s arrogant manner and
rich clothing confirmed Taran’s immediate suspicions—he was an Andaryan noble.
Taran’s sleep-muddled mind struggled to frame a reply but he wasn’t given the
“The penalty for trespass is
Taran stared, knowing he was
trapped. The huntsmen stood with bows unnocked but he knew how swiftly they
could draw and shoot should he make a threatening move. And though the ugly
giant birds they had were hooded and leashed, they could be loosed in an
instant if he tried to run. His only chance lay in the bargain he hoped to
He opened his mouth to answer
but was again interrupted.
“However, I came out this day
for sport. What do you say to a duel, Albian, to determine your fate? If you
win, you’re free to leave. If you lose, you submit to my will.”
The noble’s pale, slit-pupiled
eyes were avid and he fingered the hilt of his sword as he spoke. The motion
drew Taran’s gaze. Events were moving a little fast for him despite this
seemingly favorable turn. He had not expected things to work out like
this—according to his father’s notes, he should be the one making the
challenge—but in the end, did it matter? And what choice did he have? The noble
had him at a severe disadvantage and would be within his rights should he
decide to kill Taran out of hand. Even if he wasn’t, there was nothing Taran
could do about it. No one would protect him if he could not protect himself.
He gathered his courage and
faced the noble. He looked a little younger than Taran’s twenty-eight years but
Taran had faith in his own skills. He was taller than the noble and he was
agile and fit, there was no reason to believe he would not win. And the noble
was an Artesan, Taran could sense it. He didn’t know what rank but that wasn’t
immediately important. His father’s notes indicated that Taran only had to
force a draw to win the right to the noble’s aid. If he turned out to be
incapable of teaching Taran himself, his duty would require him to find someone
who could.


“I accept,” he said, trying to
keep the nervousness from his voice. The younger man grinned and Taran frowned.
Those slit-pupiled eyes, unique to the Andaryan race, made his facial
expressions unfamiliar. Taran would have to be very careful when reading his
moves in the duel.


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Adalta Vol. I
Green Canoe, LLC
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the beautiful world Adalta, an ancient threat emerges. Young Marta is dropped
to the planet for her first secret mission alone. Raised by her father on an
orbiting trade ship, he trained her for this – and to live by two rules: Don’t
get attached. Don’t get discovered.
cover for her mission, Marta joins the Mi’hiru, the all-female elite guard who
patrol the skies on Karda, majestic hawk-headed flying horses.
this planet where the only weapons allowed are arrows and swords, Marta
discovers a high-tech weapon she knows could only come from her ship. Someone
is smuggling them to use in the bitter power struggle between two noble
brothers. She knows she must stop this threat, and she reluctantly joins forces
with the handsome but arrogant Altan. As their connection grows, Marta
struggles to keep her secret and to keep the rule of not getting attached.
tensions rise and the ancient threat grows, will Marta accept the frightening
elemental magic powers Adalta wants to give her to save the planet she loves?
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Books in the Adalta Fantasy/Sci-fi Series:
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Adalta Vol II
Green Canoe, LLC
August 2018
a young girl with a shattered dream, must unite with Galen, a young man with a
shattered emotional shell.
dream to reclaim her trauma-blocked elemental talent and become a healer
fractures when a powerful flying hawk-headed horse claims her as the
Austringer, one who hunts with hawks. Instead of learning to heal, she must
learn to kill the ancient evil arising on the planet.
has no dream, and the emotions he can no longer hide threaten to explode.
Assaulted by overwhelming elemental forces from the planet, he becomes the
legendary Kern––with power over plants and soil he doesn’t believe in and
doesn’t want.
a blood-and-death magician releases an ancient alien imprisoned for centuries,
its horrific creatures rise to kill everyone who threatens to block its
returning powers and its invasion of the planet. Together Tessa the Hunter and
Galen the Kern must fight this alien evil that threatens to enslave their
wagon slowed, and Bren poked an elbow into her ribs. Marta
herself on the side of the seat before she tumbled off and embarrassed herself.
“Look there,” he said, pointing up through a break in the clouds. “Karda.”
swelled in her chest, and she forgot to breathe. Two enormous
figures were high in the sky, wings outstretched as they circled
a thermal. Sun glinted from bronze and gold wingtips. Their
were tucked under, hind ones stretched behind. Manes and
by the Lady Adalta,” Bren breathed. “Did you ever see
more beautiful?”
watched the creatures rise ever higher into the sky, spread their
wide in a glide, and disappear into the clouds. And something
her shifted. Her whole body prickled with the need to see them
To get close to them. She grabbed the side of the wagon to
herself. The few images the spy bugs had sent couldn’t
I can’t believe I might fly on one of those beautiful beings. They are
What if I’m rejected for the training program? What if my cover
has too many holes?
as she was at blending in on a new planet, the possibility of getting recalled
or caught was too real. On this, her first mission alone she would not, could
not, fail. A cold, hard knot formed in her stomach. Getting expelled was not
the only danger. She was going to have to guard against commitment that went
too deep. That might be worse than not being accepted. The beautiful
horse-bodied, hawk-headed Karda filled her mind. A sharp, involuntary shiver
shot up her spine. How could she not become attached to them? But Adalta
her home. She couldn’t stay here forever.
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Nilson used to raise horses. Now she writes about flying horses–with hawk
heads and wicked talons.
of the Adalta Series, she’s been a cattle rancher, horse breeder,
environmentalist, mother of three, traveler to exotic places-even a tarot card
reader. She’s lived in Santa Fe and Ruidoso, NM, San Francisco, and Austin
after leaving the hills of Eastern Oklahoma and her ranch.
has a Ph.D. in East-West Psychology, and those studies opened her to the world
of ancient myth and story. The rigor of writing so many papers and her
dissertation suited her. She loves science fiction and fantasy and is a
prolific reader.
day she put the book she just finished down and thought, “I’m going to run
out of books to read. I love imagined worlds. Maybe I could create my
own.” So she took a leap of faith and embarked on writing Karda and
Hunter-the first two books in the Adalta series. She’s now working on Falling,
the third book, and lurking in the back of her mind is another series about the
trees deciding whether or not to leave earth.
lives, writes, and reads SciFi/fantasy in Tulsa, Oklahoma–back where she
started as the oldest of seven kids (don’t ask to drive), three of whom are
writers who love telling each other how they should write.
“Sometimes,” she says, “They’re mean to me and use too much red
doesn’t have a dog, a cat, or even a bird, but she does have an old Volvo
convertible and loves to drive around with the wind blowing her hair. It’s how
she gets her vitamin D.


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