The Drive


The Drive

The rain was coming down slow at first though it was supposed to get heavy by the days end.  I had decided to leave work early and would be home for dinner on time. This would be the first time in half a year that I would be home for dinner and she would be happy.
The day was not a good one and I needed to see a happy face in order to make what I did for a living seem worth it. Isn’t it always the case that we move towards those clear moments in time where our love ones bring that ounce of joy that makes the dredge that we call life worth living.
Looking in the mirror I could see that they were on my tail again and would not allow me to make it home without them learning where I lived. There was a certain darkness about today. The prey had escaped and it seemed that there had been a leak. I would go through the plan completely in my head and check the sources well before I would get to the cut off point. There would be no doubt that they would not tell me who had sent them and it would be only a matter of time before the competition had my head as a trophy. This could not be allowed and would not be allowed. I had to find a place to stop or make them slip.
I had been driving home in the dark of night and would spend some nights in the back woods in order to catch if anyone had followed or was following. It was impossible to catch me slipping though I had.  The thought came clear as day to me. The job was not a serious one but he pushed extra hard for my expertise. There was something odd about the prey it was not the usual clientele.
A simple male clerk who had heard to much and the people at the other end did not want the leak. It would seem that a single call and a drunk driver could be arranged but why me.
“You must do it you owe me.”
I never owed him though he thought I did. I would make sure that this debt that he thought I owed him would be repaid in full as well as the betrayal. I could be very surgical when I wanted to be. This prey had to be made to jump from a window yet the room where he was supposed to be did not have a window or the prey. It was clear from the beginning they wanted me. I had made it to third transport just in time. It was clear that my gut had not let me down as of yet and over prepared with multiple escape routes had slowed them but not lost them. The demon in the back of my head had plans and they would be fulfilled as it had not been satiated with the blood I had promised.
By weeks end there would be more than one barbaric murder not seen in any part of the country since my youth before I had learned the proper ways to hide my work.
There it was the turn off. I only had to make it another thirty yards before they made it around the last curve and I was in the clear to set up for them.
Car running I killed the lights and slid to the ditch in the far end just as the lights from their car broke the darkness of the underbrush. I would be hard to see in the dark fashion I was accustomed to wearing. No time to prep and not wanting to draw attention I drew my blade.  It was nice to be able to get in close once in a while.
Surely they would be searching the ditch from a distance which meant I had to move deeper into the woods. There was no need for this face off as I had yet another route that could be taken before they even entered the woods I would be home and she would be happy.
No they had broken the rules and must be dealt with.
My frontal lobe thought it funny that I should hold them to the rules that I held myself considering the work I was in. Still they had to be held responsible in order to allow for the proper checks and balances. I was not prey. When you are prey you never see it coming. I saw them in the lobby and felt them as I ascended the high rise complex.
I saw them approach the woods to my left and heard a third off to the right. They were not me. They had not trained and were not prepared for this environment. Though their stubbornness and most likely the fear as to what awaited them if they let me go was certainly at play.
I had left my coat in the car as it would only cause noise and drag me down in the brush. The new prey in their rush had not done the same. Standing behind the first I could smell the sick odour of cheap aftershave. He certainly was new to this.
I saved him the trouble of making any more mistakes with a quick flick of my wrist and pull of my arm. There I lay him still twitching from a broken neck and a slit artery.
The other two would be harder to get since they stood almost abreast of each other. Still I saw my chance as they were coming back towards the cooling body. Silly children must have decided to keep quiet so not to alert me. I was alerted by the second lane change that they were following me and the beast had made a plan even before I had turned the lights on as it became dark. Still what had saved me the most was that mere fact that I never went to see her in a hurry. I wanted to be home by dinner which was now cooling on the table. I would make it up to her with a full weekend together before I attended to the loose ends.
It was clear that this was a problem in middle management and the higher ups would definitely be appreciative of my cleaning out the clutter.
Slowly removing the footwear of the slab of meat that lay before me I put my plan into action. The beast had seen this perfectly, my training allowed it to be executed flawlessly.
With a high arch the fake Armani shoe flew. It did not make contact until it was far to their left of the new prey. Both turned giving me the opening I needed.
Standing behind them now I could see that they were similar in build. For a split second my thoughts ran the idea that they were related through my head. All things considered I had seen their stride before and their build. Even in the dark what I was looking at now was proof enough that it was the giver of the work that had sent them and he would gladly give me the answers that I now desired.
It was over in a few steps and I was back in my vehicle returning home.
***
“You promised me you would be home for dinner.” She spoke in a stern voice. There was a crack in it as she was prepared to cry.
“I am sorry sweety the darn client kept me waiting and then finally did not show. It was all I could do from killing someone in the building.” I consoled her. “Though I decided this weekend is ours and we will spend it together. Then I will have it out with the management and the client next week. I promise I will not keep you waiting again when I say I am coming home.”
She smiled and knew that I would not break my promise to her a second time. The thought of her having me for the weekend brought her to tears with joy and she quickly moved to heat the dinner. Her mother would be proud as much as I was.  This weekend would be archery and stalking lessons. Maybe if she shows enough improvement I will let her hunt the prey that got away with me. Middle management would give me the details and it would be a nice father-daughter day. After all what is a father if he does not include his daughter in his daily life.

Book Blog Find #17 – Memories by Omar Pina Pena


Monday, May 28, 2012

My book made it into another blog. I am so happy here is the repost of that blog.

Book Blog Find #17 – Memories by Omar Pina Pena

Author Name and Book Title: Memories (Amber Light Series, Volume 1)
Omar P. Pena
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Bio: I was born in Mexico but raised in California. The dark fantasy
has always attracted me even though as I grew up I was never able to
find a good balanced one to my likes. It was not until I was a
sophomore at UCR that I was able to meet up with a friend who
introduced me into the world of D&D. It was Raistlin that would drive
my thoughts into creating a world based on magic that was more this
world than one which is lost to the annals of time. I have always
loved writing and even though I tend to jump the gun I find that my
stories are character based and charged with a lot of emotion. I have
been told that a writer should not let their emotions enter into a
characters line or who that character is to be. I think that is wrong.
I have always avoided being told what to do or what is the norm.
Though there are lines that must be followed(ie grammar) everything
else is free range. I have chosen to breathe life into my characters
and be every bit of them as they are of me.

Synopsis: The time is now. The place is Japan and Mark is
living the only life that he knows or can remember. He does not spent
any more time away from his box like apartment than is needed. That
hermit style life that he has chosen for himself is about to change.
It all is about to change because of her. After who knows how long he
has found love again or is it the same love. All he knows is that
Masumi has the eyes that he yearns for. Masumi herself comes with a
past that she herself does not even know. Their world is about to
unravel to show what lies behind this plain natural world we think we
know.

Memories: kicks off the Amber Light series in a way never done
before. Dive into this story head first for the world where everything
is what it is unless it isn’t what it is. Follow the lives of these
two young lovers as they piece back together the little happiness that
we all strive to have.

What will e-readers like about your book? There is a maddening
sensation in the first book. The book will push you to the brink of
breaking which is needed in order to enter a world we all see everyday
but can not truly capture in our minds.

Excerpt: She had stayed awake all night sitting in a corner. She
would not leave the room where it had happened for fear that it would
be gone in the morning. For who ever it was that had done this was
clearly after something. The doctor that had brought them together was
suddenly gone and now the sudden attack.
The taking of her love.
What did they need him for?
Why was she spared?
How was she to find them when she did not know who they were?
These questions ran across her mind as the first rays of light started
to creep into the room. The light had started to reveal a scene that
was hard to bear. What she thought were shadows strewn across the
floor from some unseen source were in fact spatters of blood. It was
almost as if beast had fought for supremacy. As she the image of blood
started to become a reality in her mind copper taste of it touched her
senses.
Having spent enough time in a hospital she new it to be real blood and
not a dream as she had hoped. Slowly she stood and new that she did
not have much time before the street outside became crowded with
people, one of them would surely call the police and there would be
questions. The questions would not stop coming until she provided an
answer, answers that she could not provide. This fact she knew clear
as the light that was coming on stronger now.
She started from the corner where she sat. Scanning the area she
started picking up the scene and her imagination started filling in
the gaps of what must have happened.
Someone was thrown against the far wall with force. Another must have
been thrown over the desk nearest her. This was evident to the fact
that the desk looked out-of-place and the chair behind the desk was
shattered. A piece of the broken chair was missing. To her utter
horror it lay close to the stairs covered in blood. There were drips
of blood leading towards the door. Who ever was bleeding tried to
leave only to be suddenly side swiped into some left over file
cabinets breaking one.
Fear got the better of her and tears washed away the images. She had
to scan the area for clues to what had happened or what was missing
from the day before. It looked as if something was drug back down the
stairs bleeding. Only now had she noticed her own footprints in some
of the spattered blood on the stairs. There was also a missing desk
from near where she had found the legal paper.
The puzzle had started to fall into place. They had stumbled into a
robbery. They must have. Why else would someone want Mark and not her?
They must have taken him for questioning and she new that time was not
a luxury she had. The police would hold her for questioning all the
while her love that had found her twice was now lost. She would not
sit back and let the hands of fate have their way with him. This time
she did not have the courtesy of a lost memory and in that found her
resolve.
She quickly gathered every piece of paper she could find. Among the
papers she found part of a torn cloth. Not knowing what it was from
she decided that at the very least it could be used to bundle together
her findings. As she wrapped the papers together she noticed a small
glimmer out of the corner of her eye.
She froze.
It seemed as if years had passed and she was stuck frozen like a
statue waiting for that glimmer to attack. It never did. To her
surprise she had just noticed that part of the wall was damaged from
the fighting and a glimmer was coming through. Holding her package to
her chest she walked towards the wall.
The light from the wall was abnormally strong. There must have been a
secret room behind the wall with a strong light turned on because this
was not sunlight coming in. This light was stronger. But how could
there be a room if this was the wall adjacent the alleyway. Something
was definitely not normal here. Still she could not stop herself from
approaching the wall.
To her relief there was no hidden room but merely a small crawlspace.
Her sense of reality had been challenged enough for a lifetime she
thought. But still she found herself crawling through this hidden
passage with her bundle of papers held tightly to her chest. Somehow
she new this was where she had to go. The passage went on for a few
hundred meters before opening up to a courtyard.
The house was small and did not bear anything fancy. In fact it
looked out-of-place in the center of this fabulous courtyard. There
should have been a mansion sitting in the center or some grand
building in order to justify the sheer vastness of the space. Yet
there was a quaint small house which did not look bigger than a three
bedroom one story home. The walls of the courtyard were high and with
no tall buildings around it became apparently clear that no one was
meant to look inside. Why would someone want such privacy? She felt
that she needed to be in this courtyard.
“I followed this passage from my doctor’s office.” she muttered her excuse.
She rehearsed it in her mind over and over to make sure that she was
ready to answer it at the first question posed to her for being in
this secluded place, this sanctuary from the harsh life of the city.
“Take heed child you will not need such an excuse here.” a warm voice
called out to her.
“What, I didn’t say anything.” She responded.
‘Had she been talking to herself?’ the thought came as quickly as the
realization that she had not been. Looking around she found that she
was alone in the courtyard. ‘Was the stress too much for her?’ Her
thoughts continued to stress her even more.
“Don’t worry you had not been speaking dear child. I read your mind.”
The voice said again. “Please do not be scared and come into the house
we have much to talk about.”
Masumi found her need to find out was more than the need to be scared
at what was happening. She held her package tight to her chest and
started to walk towards the house. As she stepped closer the house
which was simple before started to show unique markings along the wood
banisters and columns, each step had what appeared to be Druidic
markings but the hand railings carried markings which looked Egyptian.
On the walls were writings that she had never even seen before. Not
even in doodles of the major fantasy movies had she ever seen these.
They looked almost artistic by nature. As she approached the door she
felt compelled to continue. There was no sense of foreboding or as we
would call it a fight or flight feeling. She felt at peace. The door
opened almost instantly when she had reached for the knocker. There in
front of her stood a simple old woman. She could have been anyone’s
grandmother as she stood there holding a tray of lemon bars. Masumi
stepped into the home which looked more spacious in the inside than it
had from the outside.
The little old lady led her towards the sitting room. As this house
was of classic design there was a sitting room where guest would sit
for tea. Clearly this woman had spent time in the United Kingdom to
learn some fineries of human civility. She was not clouded by
suspicion as she walked quietly ahead of Masumi.

Brotherhood Amber Light Series Volume 2 Paperback


For this book I have decided to go with Lulu over createspace. The reason was simple. Createspace was having problems with the title. I guess there was a conflict in there system which is why I have gone with Lulu.
The advantages of Lulu was clear when I first received my proof. Though it did take two weeks to receive it the quality of the paper and book was amazing.  You can find the book here. Brotherhood Amber Light Series Volume 2
I am offering something interesting with this. If you would like it signed or would like a chance to win a free paperback copy you can.

Here are the rules for your chance to win a free paperback book.

1. Buy one of my ebook versions of the series.
Found here: Brotherhood Amber Light Series Volume 2 EBOOK version
Memories Amber Light Series Volume 1 EBOOK Version

2. Share your buy on your FaceBook page.
3. Take a screen shot of the share.
4. Post the screen-shot as comment here or email attachment to me in the contact. Subject of email free Paperback contest.
Drawing for the book will be a couple of weeks before Halloween. That is Two weeks before Halloween.

Good luck to everyone.

You can buy one of each ebook for two chances to win. That is you will have the chance to win a paperback of each book.

Where would we be without Indie works


I have been hearing a bit about how indie works are not all that good. The movies are low budget and the scripts would never pass to a big time movie studio. The books are crap and need so much formatting that reading it can cause your head to implode.

The common individual tends to make the mistake at least with books as being those cheep put together in an hour marketing books. Those my friends are not indie books. And indie book would be one such as.

These works which can be found on Amazon in e-book format and book format are not marketing books.

Memories (Amber Light Series, Volume 1)
Brotherhood (Amber Light Series, Volume 2)

Many people forget to realise that spoon fed stories made into movies tend to run similar. This is because the big studios do not want a public that thinks but rather accepts the trends and buys the goods. If more works were indie style then the studios would have to always provide a bigger material selection and that would go against profit.

True Indie authors and film makers tend to think outside the box. They bring original ideas to life without the limitations imposed on by big money studios. If you want an example of this just look at the summer line-ups. You will see big names like Batman, Avengers, Hunger games. Big effects and catch phrases for the masses. Though the topics online are how similar they are.

If you look back a few years you may remember an indie film that hit it big. It was called Saw this independent horror film spawned a whole series.  After all Indie is only short for independent. There are many low-budget independent movies and books that go on to hit it big. The reason they do is because people take a chance on them.

When you pick up a book or even an e-book take a chance on an independent book. You will be surprised as to how many more real good stories there are out there. Do not let the crap marketers selling get rich quick books as indie books. Those are nothing more than digital pamphlets.

A true independent author provides a good story for an affordable price. For less than a gallon of gas I bring you two books in a series with the third one being released after summer.

Memories (Amber Light Series, Volume 1)
Brotherhood (Amber Light Series, Volume 2)

Brotherhood (Amber Light Series, Volume 2)


Brotherhood (Amber Light Series, Volume 2)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007YT3OWQ
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/156955
Spells of magick and wonder as two opposing forces fight for superiority with love stuck in the middle. Masumi learning new spells is working hard to get back the love stolen from her. The order of the Guardians is revealed to her. The steps taken towards a whole new world can not be undone.
In the meantime Mark is being taken farther and farther away.

The world of Amber Light opens up to show who is fighting for what. The rules of the game change as one is mortally wounded.

Reviewer: I am a pagan and the ceremonies in the book ring true to the craft. The use of light and runes for the magick spells holds true to their intended use.
pagan, druid, sorcery, fantasy,wiccan

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Author of the Month April 2012


April Author of the Month: Miranda T. Valenz

I have decided to do the Author of the month on Miranda T. Valenz and her work Coyote Hills .As I was thinking about making her the Author of the month I felt it was needed to add some background as to why I felt she deserved the title of Author of the month and how everyone should share this post.
There are many things that people take into account when talking about a certain author or even genre. People tend to focus on the what and whys’ of a story. Though the problem that I as an author and a reader have found in recent years is the slight decline to the now snowball effect that is felt throughout reading and writing.
There is an accepted norm for low-level writing. By low-level I do not mean incompetence or even poor quality stories. I mean in plain English low-level spoon fed stories. With the vast publishing avenues now available to everyone we can see stories turned out which are just cookie cutter crap. There are only so many times that I can handle reading the same Harry Potter plot. It had taken me a month to find someone as a follow-up to the previous Author of the month. This author has inspired me in so many ways. The least of which is on how original her stories come off. There is no cookie cutter jargon mixed in with played out story lines. Her characters are not one-dimensional and in fact if I did not know I was reading a fiction book I would most likely state that the story was more a living memoir of her life.
Looking at my blog you can see her work there. In fact it was one of the first books that I promoted next to my own. I have enjoyed talking with her and feel that we have become fast friends. This friendship though would not dare to sway my critical judgement of her work.
I am not a thriller kind of guy. I mean I do read thrillers, well I read Steven King every five years or so. That is only I think because it takes me about five years to finish one of his tomes.
I have stated that her work is comparable to Steven King. The key points that struck me when I first read it in daylight were the fact that she was able to suck me into the story and keep me there. I felt the hairs on my neck stand on end as her Character started down the road of story with me yelling at the book and putting it down every twenty minutes or so only to pick it back up as I started reaching the end. Another point to consider about her work was the attention to detail without being to wordy. Every sense is brought to life as you feel the coldness of things and even the playful nature of the character interaction that has the ability to bring back those happy memories spent with friends or loved ones. If I am being cryptic about her story then please understand it is only because I do not want to run the risk of ruining what brilliance she has come up with. Currently I am working on my series (Amber Light) which you are probably wondering why it would have any relevance here and for her. My story is a fantasy which runs in today’s timeline. There is a darkness I am trying to put through my fantasy and in sharing it I am working on providing a new way to tell a story. It is a difficult read as much as it is a difficult project to write. The very simple-minded would only garner a first view of the story and claim that it is not worth the read. This only goes to show the statement that readers are getting used to spoon fed stories causing the loss of true readers who would dive into a story and be able to understand multiple ideas and moods running throughout the greats. I am not stating that I am great and would like to state that I am still green as an author.

As I write my series I work hard to get into that state of mind where I can see into the recesses, down where the darkness lies inside of all of us. That insane part of the brain that gives me the inspiration is where my story comes from. It was stated that the author Charles Lutwidge Dodgson spoke to the Cheshire cat and in those conversations he found the story that is so treasured today. Whether that urban legend is true or not only Charles can say. Though I would say that we all have our demons that bring us the stories we so love to write. In that case I recommend Coyote Hills as a great way to discover depths in your own soul that you did not know existed or were not willing to open up.
Asking Miranda for the honour of her being the Author of the month on my blog I posed her two questions.
In 500 words can you tell me what first sparked your drive to write the way you do?
If I give you 1000 words can you add why you chose your genre?
She responded with questions of her own, a clear sign of a good writer.

My Genre is whatever comes into my mind, I love fantasy, but I had to write that thriller because I’ve been thinking of it for years, and years.
Any time my imagination acts up, which is quite often, I start writing.
I’ve been that way since I was a little kid. What ever I think I can picture it, then I write it the way I see it.

She was quick to inform me that I had not answered her question as to what I thought of her book. As you can see from what I have written I think her book carries much weight in my writing. I would say that it is worth the wait for her next novel for it will not be a let down.  Though what says the most from her can be taken straight from her Author page found here :Miranda T. Valenz

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