Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Killers and Demons II: They Return

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Killers and Demons II: They Return by A. F. Stewart

Evil is back, with a greater appetite for death.

They lurk forever in the shadows, smile at you in the morning, and haunt your dreams at night. You can’t hide, you can’t run, and there’s no escape. You can only scream when they come for you.

Killers and Demons II:  They Return is a collection of thirteen tales, blending short stories and flash fiction, tales where the blood lingers on your tongue or spurts quickly from the swift cut.

The Villainous Roster:

Wade, every parent’s nightmare
Hannah and Mr. Greeley. Who is the victim and who is the villain?
Simon and Zoe, a married couple who are dying to be single again.
Norman and his "cookie" of a wife, Mabel.
Millicent and Jane, a delightful duo you shouldn’t invite to your Regency tea party
Amanda, who literally has a skeleton in her closet
Balthazar, the demon bounty hunter on the hunt once more.
Sarah, a young woman going through some changes and craving new tastes
Emmeline, hanged as a witch, now back from the dead for revenge
Gabrielle, a woman haunted by shadows
The Dollmaker, she showers death, and an umbrella won’t help
Nightmare Demons, bent on driving a town insane

And then there’s Alice, a little girl locked in the basement by her Daddy…

Together they form a spine-chilling cadre of predators.

Author Bio:

A. F. Stewart was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, and still calls it home.  The youngest in a family of seven children, she has always had an overly creative mind and an active imagination. She is fond of good books (especially science fiction/fantasy), action movies, sword collecting, and oil painting as a hobby.

Ms. Stewart is an indie author with several published novellas and story collections in the dark fantasy or horror genres, with a few side trips into poetry and non-fiction. She has a great interest in history and mythology, often working those themes into her books and stories.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

A Quick Review of Guardians of the Galaxy

Guardians of the Galaxy Review

Yes, Virginia, you will believe in talking, gun-toting raccoons.

Having I never read—but being somewhat familiar with—the Guardians of the Galaxy comic books, my initial interest was minimal when the movie announcement first came down.  That changed with the release of the online trailers, and my curiosity perked up considerably. The humour, the music, the action, all beckoned. So with high hopes I ventured to the theater…
… and the movie more than lived up to the promise of the trailers.
It is a fun, cheeky, dynamic romp, that fully realises the breadth and scope of the Marvel universe.  The plot is tight and fast-paced, with some stellar action scenes and great CGI, plus the main characters are the sorriest, angriest, craziest bunch of misfits that you can’t help but find irresistible and irrepressible.
It’s a must-see summer movie.

And if you’re going to stay and watch the final scene after the credits, read the last disclaimer line, you’ll get a chuckle.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Canada Day Flash Fiction: Family Secrets

Happy Canada Day!

Today, I bring you another story set in the world of my free download, Even the Paranormal Play Sports. In this quick piece of short fiction, I bring you the tale of a family with a secret...

Family Secrets

The screen door banged shut as I walked into house. I strolled into the kitchen and put the box of Tim Hortons doughnuts on the counter. Dad stood by the sink sipping coffee. I opened the box, picked out a honey cruller, and took a bite.
“The RCMP came by today.”
Shocked, I swallowed badly, coughed, and the doughnut crumbs went flying. Catching my breath, I sputtered, “What?”
“You heard me.”
I flopped down on one on the kitchen chairs, my insides churning.
“What did they want?”
“They said they just wanted to talk. Asked all sorts of questions about the neighbour’s mutilated cows, and if I’d seen any strange animals.”
My sick feeling worsened. If the cops were nosing around, maybe they knew. I inhaled a deep breath.
Please don’t let them know.
“Was Frankie here?”
Dad shook his head. “Your brother was over at Sharon’s house.”
“They didn’t go in the cellar, did they?”
“Nope, but that isn’t all. The police brought two stiff-looking fellows in suits with them.”
I grabbed the edge of the counter and took two more breaths to quell the rising nausea.
“It’s them. Dad, it’s them. Those CSIS people, the ones that investigate paranormal crap. I told you this secrecy would get us into trouble.”
“Don’t panic. If they actually knew something we’d be under arrest, they were just sniffing for information. As long as we keep our wits, and stay off their radar, this will blow over.”
“Unless there’s another incident like last month. What if Frankie busts out again?”
“He won’t. I fixed the lock, reinforced the cage in the cellar. Your brother isn’t going anywhere this full moon.”
I loosened my grip on the counter and willed myself to calm down. “I still say this is crazy. We should’ve just reported what happened.”
I stared at my father, hoping my face reflected my desperation. “Maybe we still can, Dad. We should come clean to those CSIS agents. Just get Frankie registered.”
Dad slammed his cup on the edge of the sink, and coffee spattered over his hand and the floor.
“No! Frankie isn’t going to put his name on some federal register like he was some criminal. It isn’t right what they’re doing, hiding things, creating secret registries, making people disappear.”
My father gave me a hard look. “Is that what you want? Do you want your brother to disappear?”
“No, but… we only have Maggie’s word about what happens. Maybe it isn’t what she said.”
“Wasn’t it her husband that got Frankie in this mess? Didn’t he vanish suddenly? Right after Maggie reported him? That’s enough for me to accept Maggie’s word.”
I nodded, feeling dreadful, memories stirring. Sam didn’t mean to bite Frankie that night, but it was the last straw for Maggie. She called the government and the next day Sam was gone. Maggie’s been half-crazed with guilt ever since.
I grabbed another doughnut and ate past my anxiety, talking as I chewed. “I don’t like it, but maybe you’re right. I certainly don’t want anything to happen to Frankie.”
“Well then, it’s settled. We’re not turning Frankie over to CSIS. Your brother might be a werewolf now, but he’s still family. And you protect your family.”
I nodded and swallowed the last of my jelly doughnut.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Book Spotlight: September's Child by C. A. Staff

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September's Child by C. A. Staff

September's Child, takes you on a journey with a little girl named Anna.  This story takes place in Nebraska, from the mid 60's through the late 70's.  This little hero survives growing up in an adopted home where she wasn't really wanted.  The Warrens adopted Anna to replace their infant, who had died at birth.  This remarkable true story gives vivid detail of Anna's struggles throughout her life.

September's Child is available on Amazon.

Author Bio:

C. A. Staff is the author of September's Child.  She was a successful business woman, in Nebraska, as well as Harleston England, where she met, then married her husband T. Staff.  This is her debut book.

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Book Spotlight: Obstacles by Christopher Reardon

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Obstacles by Christopher Reardon 

A child will die. You're afraid to live. Would you go to all lengths to save him? Darkness knows no bounds, as Alcott, an African American doctor sees all too well. The man is petrified by death. His fragile existence rests at the mercy of the universe. This fact is far too much for him to handle. From unyielding nightmares to elevator terrors, he's lost in paranoia.

Assigned to look after an ill child, Alcott's horrors only heighten. Gari is a nine-year-old boy with a fatal disease. He will surely pass on within the year. Alcott bonds with him more and more each day. Part of him knows this grim fate just isn't right.

Alcott befriends a hospital patient. This lunatic forces him to lug home an ancient text on bringing back the dead. Despite the man's obvious dementia, Alcott attempts the scheme. Charging up a cliff, he recites the chant over ocean gusts.

A god woman glides in from the horizon. She instructs Alcott on the trials to save Gari's life. These fearsome Obstacles require true strength. From battling sharks to wielding a flail, he must prove fortitude against genuine danger. Alcott decides his fate at this moment.

Death's claws shall not grasp Gari's soul.




Chapter 1

A swift slice of the blade almost severs my head. I gasp, ducking with enough speed to evade the onslaught. I swear this man doesn't just want me dead. He plans to wipe my existence from the universe.
His failed assault leaves him vulnerable, allowing me to kick his shin with full force. He wails upon impact. A flame ignites in his soul. I've transformed this beast into an all-out monster. I dart away from my enemy, desperate to find safety. Alas, the blow does not impinge on his agility. He charges with outrage.
Thankfully, before he arrives I’m able to rise into fighting stance. I aim my sword’s tip directly between his eyes. He mirrors my action. We commence circling each other. How in the world did I get here? I’m no sword fighter! I’m a doctor for goodness sake.
My memory blurs with reality. Both become a mesh of the same. The only thing I’m sure of now is that I’m about to be killed. Not willing to trust my defensive skills, I lunge forward to stab my attacker. The man parries this pitiful attempt with ease. He smirks at my naivety.
Casting my blade aside with his own, he juts forward and clocks my face with his fist. The intense blow demolishes me. I crash into the hard mountain dirt. The bombardment hurls my sword across the stadium to vanish into abyss. It’s not such a big loss. I mean it’s not like I can use it well anyway.
It’s as if the world knows my fate. Pitch black sky transfigures into reddish hues. Blood flows down my cheeks, meshing with my dark mocha skin. All hope is lost for me. There’s no doubt about that now.
Inhaling my last gulps of air, I contemplate if death will hurt. The man strides to my location. He savors his kill with each footstep. A stroke of luck suddenly arises as I detect a sturdy stone beside my leg. Never breaking our locked eyes, I maneuver my arm to the rock. Intense darkness shields my plot. His blissful stride indicates complete ignorance.
Grasping the stone, I adjust my legs into leaping position.
“Alcott…” my attacker wheezes. “You're a dead man.” The words don't faze me. He whisks over with eyes blazing murder. Just as he raises his sword to annihilate me, I hurl the rock at his face.
“Ahhh!” he wails, dropping his blade to the ground. Immediately upon the smash, the red sky evolves into a cobalt blue haze. The color alteration allows just enough light to portray his shock. Eyebrows rising, he sprints to his abandoned sword. I’m still too petrified to locate my blade. I don't even know where to start searching. My chance instantly fades. He retrieves his weapon in no time.
“You've done it now,” the man proclaims into blackness. What did I think chucking the rock would accomplish? Perhaps I wanted to show him I'm not going down without a fight. Either way I've done nothing but ensure my demise will be hell. I guess I could reason with this monster. Despite that being my only chance, I'm just too fatigued.
He sprints to my helpless body, excited to end me. Abandoning all confidence, I can do nothing but accept defeat. I've never felt so worthless in my entire life. Without warning, a high-pitched screech pierces the night. The man’s blade halts in mid-air.
It echoes against each mountain. A ghostly hawk dives into the stadium. With another wail it barrels into the man at full intensity. Blue atmosphere vanishes leaving a shimmering orange fog in its place. The hawk’s wings spread wide, enveloping the man’s face in a sea of sharp feathers. Could this really be happening?
My avian soldier bombards him. It drills with its lethal beak. The spectacle floods my veins with adrenaline. I actually thought I was done. Summoning stamina I rise despite my half-asleep limbs. I stride to him with new-found fire.
The hawk senses my approach with a screech. It abandons the man entirely. With him now vulnerable my clenched fist bashes him in the face. The punch is far more powerful than anticipated, smacking his body against the dirt. He’s clearly frantic, cursing everyone and everything that ever existed.
This universe approves of my frenzy. A bright yellow atmosphere appears. He hops back up in no time. This monster’s not going down easy. I panic once more as I still remain weaponless. Delving into the shadows, I inspect the darkness for my blade. All I can locate, however, are patches of dirt with occasional pebbles and weeds. If I don't find it fast, I'm out of all options.
Scrambling amongst the gravel I make no progress whatsoever.
“Where is it?!” I moan into the murk. I cringe as a raspy voice responds.
“Gone,” the man wheezes into my ear. I wail in utter horror. Turning to defend myself, I realize it’s too late. He stomps my torso into the dirt with ease. I can do nothing but cough out all my strength.
“Hiss…” my ears detect to the right. What could this be? The man shares my confusion. His beady eyes scan the ground. A rattlesnake barrels through the gravel, slithering my sword amongst its coils. My terror transforms to hope as I lunge for the blade and creature. Grasping them both, I block the man’s attack. The serpent hisses at the man with a glare. Its allegiance must lie with me.
I can't help but grin as he leaps back in bewilderment. Though I’m just as clueless, I smirk at the circumstances. Venom spewing amongst its fangs brings him to insanity. He slashes the reptile, chopping it into two slimy halves. The tragic killing of my new friend charges my nerves. I spring up determined to end this evil once and for all. Our blades clash in metallic uproar. Both of us lose all balance.
I attempt to jab his chest. Yet, he detects this in my eyes. He grasps my arm like a grappling hook. My skin stretches until blood rises. His strength surpasses any I've ever seen before. Despite every force in me saying to keep fighting, the grim reality is impossible to ignore. My life might actually be over.

Author Bio:

Christopher Michael Reardon is a writing fellow at a Michigan College where he's currently a student. He says you always learn something new about writing when tutoring other students. Reardon is always searching for exciting books to read, especially new authors.

Reardon graduated with Honors from Lumen Christi High School in Jackson, Michigan. He's also an avid tennis player, being on the varsity tennis team for four years. He received the honor of most valuable player his senior year at number one and two singles.

Obstacles is Reardon's first novel. He says fantasy adventure books have always been an interest, because they challenge the mind and send you on an epic journey.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Book Spotlight: Burn It by Jennifer Cie

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Burn It by Jennifer Cie

A soul-grabbing, non-traditional, coffee table memoir, Burn It is a rollercoaster of elegantly written emotion exploring the highs and lows of love, adolescence, and life lessons. Jennifer Cie takes command of the reader’s attention and never lets go. Until the very last page, Burn It provides a gripping, everyman voice of innocence and struggle to find hope.

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Author Bio:

A tone-deaf music enthusiast from Memphis, Tennessee who has always found solace in writing, Jennifer Cie is a writer that loves to push boundaries in her writing style. From narratives to prose Jennifer uses her writing to speak on modern day social ills and misconceptions to create books that “make you love what you are and cannot become”.
When she is not indulging her guilty pleasure of cereal mixed with long road trips, you can find her rambling on her blog: or working on her upcoming historical fiction novel. 

Monday, September 16, 2013

Fairy Tale Fusion Cover Reveal

Okay folks, here it is, the first official look at the cover for my soon to be released book, Fairy Tale Fusion.

Ta Dah!

Welcome to Fairy Tale Fusion.
Where things get messy in the Riding Hood.

What if the characters in Fairy Tales existed? What if they lived and breathed in a place called Fairyland, a setting not too divergent from our world, situated next to Wonderland and down the lane from Camelot?

Meet Detective Piper, member of the Fairyland Metro Police. His job, to ferret out the suspects and investigate crime on the streets and in the lanes of Fairyland. Along with Officer Simon, he’s hard at work, searching for a missing pumpkin, hunting for an arsonist, wondering what the future holds in a series of crystal ball robberies, and dealing with spells, curses and other strange happenings.

His cases, and others like them, are the headlines of the day, brought to you by FTN news anchors Spider Bramble and Aurora Gossamer, with entertainment correspondent Lucinda Lovedust and reporter Chip Charming. Keep up-to-date on the latest information out of Fairyland and its adjacent suburbs, and the recent hubbub with trolls, princesses, fairies and their ilk.

And after leaving Fairyland, you'll journey to a place where toys are born… to be bad.  When spells go wrong and playthings turn mean, where clown dolls would kill to meet you and a Rubik’s cube holds a cosmic secret.

If you survive the toy box, then head out to party with some elves (if you can outlast the celebration), battle in a far, far away galaxy, play “find the dragon”, and discover how they do crime and punishment in Oz.

And remember, always be nice to your Fairy Godmother.

The official release date for Fairy Tale Fusion is October 23rd, but you can check out the Smashwords book page now for a sneak peak, and within the next week or two, pre-orders of the book will be available at iTunes, Kobo and Barnes and Noble.

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