Bücher von Marpel S. H. Marpel

Sue had been though a world of pain already.Surviving re-entry to this planet in a powerless escape pod. Learning to speak with telepathic canines that had become the dominant sentient beings on Earth. Finding she could shape-shift and cause illusions.She brought the end to a civil war between their pack and those nearby. Peace on Earth - at least this little part.By learning only a tiny bit of the unknown skills she possessed.One warm summer's night, a messenger brought her to meet a greater being than she thought existed. That being told her about a single key datum.All she wanted to do was rescue her family - only 240 thousand miles away - on the moon.And that single key could unlock what she needed most...This Anthology Contains:When the Crow Calls by C. C. BrowerTotem by C. C. BrowerMoon Bride by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelBlood Moon by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelThe Moon Cleaner by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelMoon Shadow by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelMoon Queen by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelMoon Rebels by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelAlice in the Moon by C. C. Brower, S. H. MarpelExcerpt:The crow landed in the murky-gray mist. On a dead but sturdy branch of a tree she had visited for hundreds of human years.She cried out to signify her appearance.At that, the moon seemed to peer through the dark cloud-like substance and give her definition and form, detailing her wing and body feathers with the highlights they would have in sunlight. Only with a cold reflection rather than warm.How she looked mattered little to the crow. How she flew was more important. Her preening was more to keep her streamlined in flight for speed and maneuvering.Even between worlds and time-lines, such things were important.If one wanted to continue to exist as a messenger, the messages had to go through. You could say she was very good at getting her messages delivered. Hundreds of years worth of proof.The moon wasn't a moon, but another spirit. As much an elemental as not.The crow stood silently, looking at the moon. First with one eye, then the other.The gray mist closed over the moon's glow after a while.The crow flapped her wings once and lept into that mist. Knowing what her message was and where it needed delivering.The branch of that tree was soon lost to sight as the crow flew on, certain of where she was and where she was going...- - - -It was a warmish night, and I couldn't sleep. The air was warm, and the only promise of a cool night was some hours ahead, just before dawn. But it was cooler here than in the den, because at least out here the air moved.The full moon was bright tonight, and bigger in the sky than I had ever seen it. Almost like daylight, but not the same. For the light had no heat or sharp definition.I lay here in my wolf-shape, since my fur was easier to keep clean than that one outfit of a white buckskin dress I'd been given by the pack.On a night like this, I would wake and watch the sky for these meteors that the moon colony sent to earth. These reminded me of the family I left behind and one day hoped somehow to rescue. However feeble that hope seemed at times...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

Walking down the highway - barefoot, feverish, and in only a nightgown.At least the storm had quit.Now if I could get my chattering teeth to stop, it would help - maybe.Up ahead, I see some stopped cars. Some have their lights on. Maybe I can get help. Too bad I can't travel any faster the way I am.That's odd. Nobody in them. Lights on, but no one at home.Except for a crying baby. And no one answers my calls either.No, I can't leave her alone. At least there's a shawl they left with her and her blankets.So she and I are on the road again. Toward the next town, which is just a couple of painful miles ahead.Me and the baby have something else in common besides my barefoot walking and feeling alone...Noner of us remember what happened to get us here.This anthology contains:- The Healers Chronicles: Birthdays - 01 by S. H. Marpel- The Healers Chronicles: Origins- Lazurai Homecoming by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel- The Lazurai by J. R. Kruze- Ham & Chaz by C. C. Brower, J. R. Kruze- The Lazurai Returns by J. R. Kruze, C. C. Brower- The Healers Chronicles: Miracles by S. H. MarpelExcerpt:I woke up not remembering much of how I got here, where I was, or who I used to be.There were two babies, one on each side of me, who were sleeping soundly. All of us in a big bed that was soft and warm.My hair and white muslin nightgown were drenched. Like I'd been out in the rain with them. Even soaked the sheets a bit.But the babies were both dry.I could hardly move from where I was, since the top sheet and quilted patchwork comforter had been tucked in around all of us so tight.

Four books collected into this Anthology featuring: - Hermione - When Cats Ruled - A Case of Lost Time - Enemies & Bookends- - - -Hermione:When a goddess is almost killed by bleeding out - it's serious.Good thing they got to me in time, while I was still a cat.Now my shape-shifting was on hold until I healed.For the last few centuries or so, I'd been happy as a library cat. But then I got bored, and started helping out with simple missions.Because of that ambush, I was stuck in a human-shape. At least I wasn't dead.But I'd never be able to shift back to my native form without crippling pains up that arm - until I could understand how humans loved - the subject that always left scholars of the ages mystified.Easy-peasy - for a goddess. ...Maybe.When Cats Ruled:Two scientists broke time - trying to travel in it. If they weren't so cute, I don't think I'd be as forgiving.Still, they have no clue what they just invented.In these days of overnight express delivery, they could make a fortune. And the same device could deliver ticking bombs to any government building or office building anywhere. Instantaneously.You'd think these scientists would have learned something after the Manhattan Project. And Nagasaki. And the Twin Towers.Nope. All these two young knuckleheads were trying to do was to prove the impossible was possible - and get some more funding to do it. I just can't tell them that what they were doing was the worst thing in history, I'd have to show them. Or they'd never believe me.And that's when it really got involved - and personally dangerous.A Case of Lost Time:My true love got us trapped here with my own time machine.Not really her fault - or I hoped, anyway.You see, she's brilliant, powerful - and a shapeshifting cat who rules Ancient Egypt.That last part doesn't bother me, as long as she's human at least part of the time. Otherwise, royal consorts have some benefits, too.She brought me here with my own machine. And then it disappeared. Stolen. And now we're marooned. But that doesn't matter. Because even if none of my science background helps me, my heart just melts anytime she talks to me.But if we're going to get back, we're going to have to do it soon - or I'll be stuck with her here for the rest of my life.While she lives on forever. Like she did before.Enemies & Bookends:It was either leave these four trapped in ancient times, or risk their lives to save our world in the present.Helluva choice.It they died, we'd all be dead soon after.If we tried anything without them, we'd die just a little later - but still dead.Because evil doesn't take opposition lightly - unless it's overwhelming. And even then, they still put up a good fight.So: fight and live, or fight and die.Our secret weapon was among those trapped in time. Something we didn't know about.Then or now.- - - -Also included: A comprehensive "Book Universes Notes" with a character list, linked book references from the earlier series, and mention of (some) easter eggs...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

How do you defend against a person who could kill you with a single touch?An unforseen bi-product of terrorists bombing a children's hospital, the Lazurai were deadly. A mere touch could spread that killer virus to others. Even downwind, without a sneeze or cough to start it.All that survived were babies. The government made it worse by their experiments. All those growing children wanted was to feel love like any child. When they grew older, their powers increased. And they found they couldn't be stopped.By anyone or anything.Then they escaped...These collected tales explore the universe of the Lazarai, their own growth as a super-species of human, and their unique outlook on life and living.Extract: Late morning that day, he saw someone walking. Miles off yet. Coming toward him, along the edge of the road and staying off the pavement. Chuck could tell because the highway was laser straight for miles in both directions.You could hear anything coming when there was traffic. And then hear it going.Walkers made no noise, and took a long time to get there. A long time to get gone."Well Mr. Lazurai, take your time. I'm in no hurry." Chuck said out loud to no one in particular.He figured that this had to be a Lazurai as he was walking.People told stories about them: they wouldn't always kill you right off. If they liked you, then you had a few days. The people that lived were cursed anyway, as anyone they knew would leave them alone after that. As what the Lazurai gave a person could also affect the other people around them. Big or small community, it didn't matter. Viruses spread.Chuck didn't care. He would not leave Charlene and she would not leave her baby. So if this was the end, he was as ready as he would be.By the time the walker was nearly in earshot, Chuck had finished off the rest of his lemonade and was ready for a refill. But he stayed on that bench in the shade and waited to meet this person.His only real hope is that the end would be swift and painless. For everyone concerned...These collected tales explore the universe of the Lazarai, their own growth as a super-species of human, and their unique outlook on life and living.Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now

A different take on time travel. What if the "grandfather murder conundrum" didn't exist? Where you could freely travel in time without affecting your or anyone else's present?The trick is that this also tends to "haunt" you, even drive you insane...This anthology contains:Time Bent by S. H. MarpelA World Gone Reverse by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelA Very Thin Line by S. H. Marpel- - - -Time Bent:TIME HAUNTED HER. IT didn't do what it was "supposed to" when she was around.It ran forward, backwards, sideways. Sometimes time helped her solve her problems, sometimes it made them worse.For a lovely young woman, you'd think there would be young men lined up to talk to her at any gathering. But she stayed away from them - perhaps to protect them from what was "haunting" her.Two Ghost Hunters came to help her solve it. But she left with only the promise of returning "just in time" - and didn'tOr was this time-problem contagious? Were other people at risk because of her - or could she pass it onto her children?Life didn't seem any more safe, just because you could bend time any way you wanted.A World Gone Reverse:When the hamburgers all disappeared, along with the buns I was warming, I thought I was seeing things.But when my spatula went through the cast-iron grill top - I had to let it go out of reflex. No way was I going after it - I'd been burned too many times.It wasn't like I had a choice after that. Because the grill itself dropped out through the bottom of the rolling coach we were cooking out of that summer.I looked up at Hami, my order-taker, business partner, and lover - only to see her fall through the floor as well. A look of shock and trying to say something, but frozen in time.Then the coach disappeared, and I fell with it - but only as far as the pavement it used to be parked on. I could see the asphalt beneath my feet at least.Until it turned to some sort of foamy waves lapping on a beach I'd never seen before. Green hard sand. Green water.And a long white line that went down this beach like it was some sort of dual-lane highway going nowhere...A Very Thin Line:I was walking in my pasture one sunny afternoon, when a pair of hands pulled me into the underworld.Once I arrived, I relaxed - a bit. Because it was an old friend. Carol. A time-bender and now a Lazurai as well. Meaning she could walk through rock - and other things."Hi John. How have you been?" Carol was standing in front of a crystal fire place, warming herself from the magma heat that was channeled out of the earth's core."Not bad, Carol. Other than being pulled deep into the earth without a simple request, or how-de-do.""Sorry about that. Really. But I need your help - because I'm worse than haunted now - I'm being hunted.""And I'm the only one who can help you?"She smiled, embarrassed, and shrugged. "Yeah, that about sums it up - other than how many people are after me..."- - - -Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now

The body disappeared, the witnesses forgot their stories.And I had 24 hours to solve the mystery before all the evidence vanished.I had no memory of how this all started. Only that I was brought in to solve a mystery in a single day before I had to move to my next assignment. Because I'm a time-jumper. And I go where I'm sent.Because I'm damned good at figuring things out. You don't have to have a string of degrees behind your name to figure out things.The trick is, I "borrow" someone else's body while I'm on the job, for the time I'm here.All I know on this job had a missing corpse already. And it happened when no one was around to see, on a government naval base in the heart of New York. Where sub-contractors came and went constantly.I just had to solve it faster than the witnesses either "forgot" or "disappeared."Like I said, I had only 24 hours.Anthology containing:-The Case of the Time Bent Beau by S. H. Marpel-The Saga of Erotika Jones 01 by J. R. Kruze-The Saga of Erotika Jones 02 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel-The Saga of Erotika Jones 03 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel-The Saga of Erotika Jones 04 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel-The Saga of Erotika Jones 05 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel-The Saga of Erotika Jones 06 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel-The Saga of Erotika Jones 07 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel-The Saga of Erotika Jones 08 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel- The Saga of Erotika Jones Book Universes Notes by J. R. KruzeExcerpt:I didn't want to get out of bed for this new case. I felt tired, the bed was warm, and there was this hunk beside me. Broad shoulders, firm bum, sculptured abs - everything a gal could want.Still, the beeper was vibrating, it's staccato tempo on the side table persistent and annoying.I had my job to do. And under 24 hours, as usual, to see if I could solve this one.So I picked that annoyance up and saw the texts that had come in for me. On her beeper. My host's.That was the trick - I "borrowed" someone's body and ID for the cases that came in. How they did it, the nuts-and-bolts, I didn't really know. Nor did I know my own past - any more. Too many of these jumps had kinda swiss-cheesed my memories.The texts were all from Finn. He was my partner, my bar-buddy, and somehow was connected to the reason I still did this. Still, he made it interesting, and cheered me up when things got too solid and graphic.This morning he'd texted me the body was already missing, already cleaned. Said I needed to get there quick, since we both knew the reasons - the witnesses would be "forgetting" what they saw nearly as quick.Finn had a theory, and it was closer to true than anyone else believed - other than we who lived in the strange worlds where humans and fairies crossed paths, and where we fought the hidden wars to keep humans safe - in spite of themselves. The darker half of the faery kind were organizing for something - and these human bodies showing up and disappearing were just collateral evidence of their larger plan.Somehow. Having a working theory, anyway, was better than having none.My feet on the floor now, I bent to scoop up my underthings and found a too-short cotton bathrobe lay tangled in them. Slipping that on gave me some relative decency...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

A massive collection of quick escapes into alternate universes where you can live through the eyes of everyday people finding themselves in fantastic adventures.Mysteries, Romances, Fantasies, and Science Fiction - all sorts of speculative fiction beyond the ordinary and humdrum.But why devote weeks to reading a huge novel, when you can escape in the few minutes you have and be back before anyone notices you were gone?That's the great advantage of having short stories that are simple to get into and easy to return from. Commutes, breaks, down-time - all the times you're otherwise bored to tears. You could simply be enjoying solving a mystery, indulging in a light romance, living an adventure in deep space - or right down the block.Why not - after all? If you carry a smartphone around with you, then you can carry this 700+ page book for just for those occasions.Stuck in a layover with a few hours to kill? Read on and on and on. And in between stories, you can check in with reality for awhile and see if you can fit in just one more story before you have to board...An incredible investment. Because all these stories read differently every time you do. This one book has enough stories to entertain, educate, and inspire you - so you might not have to buy another book this year...This anthology from four up-and-coming authors was built from their original standalone stories. (And if you like them, there's more where that came from...)This Anthology contains: - A Mystery Reader - An SF/Fantasy Reader - A Romance Reader - A Writer's Reader - A Humor Reader - A Mind's Eye ReaderScroll Up and Get Your Copy Now

Some satire is timeless. Others predict the near future with uncanny accuracy.When you're faced with a violent, dangerous present - perhaps it's some relief to blow it all up into an exagerrated future history. Then you can tell yourself that it's all just entertainment....And hope it doesn't really turn out that way.- - - -She could still remember the look on his face when they closed the Riot Wall for the final time.She could barely find him at first beyond the chain-link fence a few hundred yards away. If not for that red-plaid shirt he always wore when he visited her. Standing in the closed "visitor" queue on his side of that wall.After this day, there would be no more visits. Because this wall was the long-overdue solution to the long-running riots.Riots meant businesses closed, meant tax payments dropped, meant fewer jobs - even if you worked for the government. And the government jobs were the safest, as they only really depended on sucking up to whoever was in charge at the time.It was a coward's way of surviving. But at least you survived.Beyond the walls were more jobs, but lower wages for them. Still, those people seemed to like it out there. They liked working for themselves.Rob had promised he was going to take her there. And one thing after another kept making him break his promise.When the Riot Walls shut for good - that was the final straw.It didn't mean her heart wasn't breaking. And she knew his was, too.But she had to turn away. Because everyone had to turn away. Someone in power was addressing their "citizens" over the city's PA system. And they had to listen "attentively" -If they wanted to keep their jobs, their housing, and what they considered a life here inside these walls...Anthology containing:Riot Wall by S. H. Marpel, R. L. SaundersThe Panic of 2020 by S. H. Marpel, R. L. SaundersOur Second Civil War by R. L. Saunders, C. C. BrowerBecoming Michelle by R. L. Saunders, C. C. BrowerA Sweet Fortune by R. L. SaundersThe Projector by S. H. Marpel, R. L. SaundersScroll Up And Get Your Copy Now.

I'd been left out here, alone. By an oil-burning lamp. In the cold, uncaring desert.It was my only comfort until dawn.Just as the first of dawn started bringing the earliest glimmer of what I could see with my human eyes, I woke to some snuffling sound near my head.Opening my eyes, not relishing the hot day coming, I saw the nose of an animal near my face."Rise, little one."I sat up. And saw eye-to-eye with a female coyote.She was not young. Scars criss-crossed her front legs. Her eyes showed wrinkles of her experiences. Her udders dried and smaller now, but obvious she had born many litters."We have miles to go. Leave your lantern. Carry that dolly if you want. They are hunting us - you and me."At that the old mother coyote walked off a pace. And looked back.She was the only life I could see in this parched desert.So I followed as she led me to my new home.Excerpt:Transcript of opening lecture to nursing studentsHello and welcome to this lecture series.As students of Rochelle's Lazurai Nursing School, you occasionally run into the rare spirit-turned-mortal, goddess, and other extreme metaphysical types, I've been invited to bring you up to speed on these and others.Mostly because, I think, that when me and my friends first arrived on earth Earth, we caused a bit of concern as we were all soon being treated in an old saloon by your most senior healers.The plus-side was that we all recovered. Even though there was - and is - nothing more intoxicating in that saloon of Hami's than the good looks of those who visit it. And the good food, of course.(laughter)What you probably didn't hear was that there was a mental-metaphysical side to that treatment that had to be addressed so your physical "laying-on-of-hands" could do its wonders.You see, I was involved in transporting all these wild girls to Earth. One could bend time and space with her organic tesseracts. Another was a trained outer-space killer and assassin, who 'graduated' when she terminated her last teacher. The third had actually been a self-aware star. (Yes, the kind that burn radioactive white heat and live for billions of years - not the ones with their name in bronze on Hollywood Boulevard.)(laughter)These were just your average, run-of-the-mill girls next door.(laughter)Each of these gals got interested in human life on Earth, and I just helped them make the transition.Meanwhile, I was basically one of the "walking dead" - since no doctor or hospital could cure me, and the only thing keeping me alive and in one piece was my own dogged determination to solve my own puzzle.So, after I got all these three gals here, they all were involved in an explosion that left them unconscious and nearly dead themselves. I arrived shortly after, just to meet with John - that adorable mystery writer - who I knew could help me figure this out. Yes, he's got a reputation through the galaxy...(laughter)No, but we'll get into how distant perception works in a later lecture.What John's good at, besides digging a story out of you, is connecting the dots. I mean, he writes mysteries for a living, so that's gonna rub off on you.That brings up how he got Gaia to bring Akashi out of retirement to make a house call.Akashi is that god of all knowledge. Kinda like Saturn, but loves stuffed pastry. So Gaia played a trick on John and had him show up with one of Hami's pastries in his hand...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

While these authors make writing seem effortless, it's always easier to read than write. And where these ideas come from is anyone's guess.All we can say is that we are blessed with their output.Along with Volume 11, we're wrapping up three new author's production this year.While we wrap up two series with the final installments of the Healers Chronicles and Walkaway Blues, we also start a new series with Corona-XI.Most of this volume has to do with building and completing the Saga or Erotika Jones series. All great mystery, adventure, and a little time travel.I hope you enjoy all these great stories. Excerpt:"REMIND ME, SAL, WHY we are here again?"Above us floated a massive mountain of rock, which was showering us at every small breeze with tiny stones and sand dust.Taking shelter in it's thin shade for some relief from the moderate heat of the endless Gobi desert on all sides, it made for a very uncomfortable position. Even though the desert was cool compared to the Sahara and others, sweat was still a given at this time of day. Along with the sandpaper bath.Sal just sat there on her own camel, dressed in her light brown caftan and matching turban, smiling at me like I'd just cracked a joke at my own expense."John, how many times can I say you're cute?'"If I tell you, will it get us on top of that big piece of rock - so we can start talking to the ghosts in charge of this mess?"She shook her head no. "Sorry, John. We're just waiting for someone to give us an invitation."I shrugged. "Someone we know, I hope?"The sand rumbled beneath our feet, and the camels got fidgety. I was used to writing books, walking pastures, tending quiet cattle on foot. Even my riding horses was a long time ago. But the past few days had gotten me used to these long-legged desert-beasts. Or so I thought. For me, a nervous camel just meant one thing: hang on for dear life.Right at that thought, a sand devil spun up between the two of us. At that, the camels calmed - not what I expected their reaction to be.A female figure emerged as the whirling sand died away. Long and flowing coal black hair with silver highlights framed a smiling face shining out above her timeless and young body - dressed today in a tan silk blouse tucked into British horse-cavalry pants and tall, brown leather boots. As if she'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine for desert tourists."Hi-ya John, Sal. Need a lift?"Anthology containing:Corona-Xi01 - Empress Oracle by S. H. Marpel, J. R. KruzeThe Saga of Erotika Jones 02 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelThe Saga of Erotika Jones 03 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelThe Saga of Erotika Jones 04 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelThe Saga of Erotika Jones 05 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelThe Saga of Erotika Jones 06 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelThe Saga of Erotika Jones 07 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelThe Saga of Erotika Jones 08 by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelThe Healers Chronicles: Miracles - 03 by S. H. MarpelThe Case of the Walkaway Diner Redoux by S. H. MarpelScroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

The third collection of short stories by J. R. Kruze.Known for a unique take on common situations, and a dry wit, Kruze is also able to look at usual circumstances and see unusual aspects to write about. These stories will let you start wondering about the world around you.Mystery, fantasy, paranormal, romance and science fiction are a few of this mixed genre collection.Enjoy seeing your world through J. R. Kruze's eyes...This anthology contains: - The Girl Who Became Tomorrow by J. R. Kruze - The Autists: Brigitte by J. R. Kruze - Dark Lazurai by J. R. Kruze - The Girl Who Saved Tomorrow by J. R. Kruze - A Dog Named Kat by J. R. Kruze - The Saga of Erotika Jones 01 by J. R. Kruze - A World Gone Reverse by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel - The Arrivals by C. C. Brower, J. R. KruzeExcerpt:I TORE OFF THE HEADSET with it's VR goggles and earbuds. They skidded across my massive desk, scattering papers and files like a mini cyclone. Only stopping when they wrapped around the very solid, unmovable gray base of Lady Liberty.Someone had cast her as a thick bronze piece, originally created as a classless idea of a lamp support. I took out all that wiring and plugged that hole so she again stood for something. It's original message of friendship between two nations, united in the birth date of universal independence and freedom, had been altered by marketing to mean wanting "...huddled masses yearning to breathe free."But those weren't my favorite lines, which were at the beginning, "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"I stood at that thought, and walked over to the two walls of plate glass, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked that N'Yack harbor. Clear days would allow you to see that Gray Lady standing with her back to us, far out in the harbor.And my thoughts always went back to my own grandmother and her grandmother - who had started and fostered a lineage of independent geniuses, ones who kept that legacy of pushing forward the technologies of this culture.They didn't come here through that harbor, but instead were born and raised in the Heartland. Extreme geniuses with talent far beyond their time, education, and sex.Along with that natural-born freedom to think, to innovate, to create a better world than the one we each were born into.I brushed a black lock out of my eyes and swung the rest of that long dark mane out of my way. And put my arms akimbo as I stood there, defiant against the history that had brought me here to this point in time, this office.That's what I thought as I looked far out across that harbor, looking for the real Gray Lady out there.Not for long.Because right about the time of that thought, I got a blinding flash of intuition and my reflexes soared me into action. Literally.I ran, leaped, and flew across to the other side of my up-armored desk, where I landed and curled into a reverse-rolling ball of tucked knees and arms. A ball that bumped to a stop back under that tiny desk crawlspace.Just before the explosion blew what was left of those two glass corner walls out into the streets below. And ignited the rest of my former office into a fireball.At least that's what they later told me happened.Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

A collection of short stories from new voices - the cross-currents of mystery, fantasy, science fiction, and romance.Worlds new or perhaps re-visited - but only you will know if this is the stuff of dreams - or nightmares.Wolves that talk to nearly-extinct humans through their minds.Witches that not only represent the five elements, but also the five principles that can defeat all magic.Goddesses who have to work together to defeat a priestess who has mastered social media, and is threatening to use it to zombify the world.How an angel regained her lost wings by finding her true self.A female mechanical genius escapes her failure by learning the finer points of marketing - and its key single core basic.Satire that bites a little close to the truth of our modern times - the political theatre that turns deadly - and a woman witness who profits from her mis-statements about abuse, but loses all trust of the people around her...Anthology containing:When the Crow Calls by C. C. BrowerWitch Coven Harvest by S. H. MarpelFreed by S. H. MarpelThe Alepha Solution by S. H. MarpelGaia by S. H. MarpelA Case of Missing Wings by S. H. Marpel & J. R. KruseThe Case of the Naughty Nightmare by J. R. KruseOn Love's Edge by J. R. KruseSynco (TM) by J. R. Kruze & R. L. SaundersThe Girl Who Built Tomorrow by J. R. KruzeBeltway Gremlin by R. L. SaundersThe Lonely Witness by R. L. SaundersThis massive collection of over 400 pages can keep you enthused and distracted for hours.And the ideas in these stories keep re-writing the stories in between your readings. A near-infinite resource to keep your entertained indefinitely (well, together with the earlier four volumes...)Scroll up and Get Your Copy Now.

A Sorceress appeared after being imprisoned for 12,000 years.To escape, she tricked the oldest goddess still remaining on earth, and crippled another one shortly after.Now the Ghost Hunters have to solve a problem they helped create. One who was more powerful than any they had faced to date.Individually, she could probably destroy any one of them. Only working together as a team could she be stopped.The trick was - she was building her own team.One that could enslave the Western world in a single afternoon of app updates...This anthology contains: - The Case of the Sunken Spirit - Harpy Redux - The Harpy Saga: Sister MineExcerpt:The circle around us started moving toward one of the offices. At least it was well-lit and somewhat clean compared to most of the rest of the warehouse. As we got closer to the machine, I could feel its operation through the spell that was on me. Meaning this was an active spell in operation. Maybe even drawing more of Alepha's powers. One could only hope.A form blocked the doorway and cast a long shadow in our direction. The phalanx of armed flunkies around us opened up to a semi-circle, blocking any escape, but letting whoever it was to see us. As she strode closer, the light evened out - it was Alepha.Flowing yellow robes covered her legs and arm, right up to a long v-notch down her front that started from the points of each shoulder and trailed below, past her navel. Gold trim everywhere, form-fitting and little left to the imagination. White-blond hair what was piled up on her head behind some sort of gold tiara, with earrings that dripped down to her bare shoulders. Even her fingernails were covered in gold - and trimmed to points like claws. Anything a guy would stop to drool over, and a woman would want to have a dress and get-up like that hanging in her own closet.To be sure, I took mental notes, as did John. (But his excuse, other than being a red-blooded male, was that he would need to write this up later as a another mystery-adventure story.)"So, you survived, Harpy? So sad for you. Curse for the rest of eternity with your affliction." She gestured and I was flooded with pain, making me sink to my knees. John followed me down, to make sure I didn't collapse.John whispered to me, "Are you going to be OK?" I nodded, but winked at him. The one communication that Alesha couldn't understand."Aren't you just a tortured soul, that you have to inflict pain to get your bennies." John was a bit caustic."Careful, John. Don't wear out your welcome all at once. Human lives aren't too important to me that I'd want to prolong yours - even if you think you can just throw it away by coming here to get some relief for your friend." At that she demonstrated by making a gesture toward one of our guards, who simply turned to a small pile of dust. His weapon clattered on the concrete warehouse floor for someone else to pick up, along with any other metal items if they wanted.That crowd around us didn't flinch at that. Their mono-colored eyes and lack of reaction probably meant they were living zombies - slaves inside their own skins. And again, meaning a sizable power at work keeping them that way...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.

I was Queen of the World. Until I wasn't. One moment I was in chains and bleeding, the next I was fine - but dressed in red.Someone had played a dirty trick on me. They'd dressed me in a red cartoon outfit - like a Queen. But not my usual goth black.And I also couldn't get out of it. Buttons too high on my back. Hoops and petticoats I couldn't reach under to get free of.Someone was going to pay for this.That little Sue Regniald was the last person I'd seen. And here she comes now.Are you kidding me? She's got a baby-blue fluffy dress, white apron, red sash around her middle, a blue ribbon in her blond hair - where have I seen that?NO. We're in Looking-glass Land! Like I said - somebody's going to pay...Excerpt:I ran at Sue to knock her down.Or tried to, anyway.These hoops and petticoats made running extremely difficult. I had to use both hands to hold them up away from my feet front and back. But those hands were the ones I wanted around Sue's throat.Nobody, but nobody ever treated me this way.On top of that, she was uphill from me, and it was all grassy. My flat, squared-off shoes didn't seem to have any tread to them, and the grass juice made things slick real fast.She was just standing there, with the light wind swishing her fluffy blue dress and white apron. Her long, wavy, blond hair was somehow keeping out of her eyes - that blue satin ribbon was doing the trick. Like that red sash around her waist was keeping her dress and apron in some sort of order..But her smile was the most irritating of all.As ticked off as she made me, my top speed - with all this buffoon-wear I was lugging around - ended up only as a fast walk.Not that any of this helped my temper. But the amount of work it took to get that fast walk left me out of breath and sweaty.Sue just watched from up there with her innocent smile.But I was determined.I slogged on as I could, while she just waited.At last I was within arm's reach and she simply stepped out of the way - and tripped me.Flat on my face. Again.At least this time she didn't put her knee into my back and chain my arms together. And I didn't get any split lip or bloody nose.Soft grass is better than landing on hard, tiled floor.Rolling over is easier in hoops, though.I only saw Sue's face again, more concerned than trying to rub salt in the wound. And just got my elbows up underneath me and looked back at her."Why'd you have to trip me?""Because it was a quick way of ending your silly parade. You'd have to catch your breath that way and think things over."She was right about that. This meant a lot more strategy."Well? Aren't you going to help me up?""I don't think so. Not because it isn't the polite thing to do, but you really haven't cooled off yet. You'd just pull me down on you somehow and we'd wrestle around on this grass until I hurt you again. Meanwhile, I'd get grass stains on this pretty dress."So, she saw through that tactic.Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Today.

"It was a dark and stormy night, and everyone was sitting around the glowing fireplace, safe and warm against the raging weather outside. Someone said, 'John, tell us a story.' So John began..."The story "Ghost Hunters" started a series with two spirit-guides recruiting the human John Earl Stark, a mystery writer and part-time cattle farmer.Since that humble beginning, an expanding team of spirit-guides and even goddesses have joined the Library in its mission to help ghosts and other beings in trouble - to solve their own mysteries.And then John writes up their stories all as fiction - because no one would believe these tales otherwise.But the stage was set from that first book - that all beings should be treated with respect, and the way to solve a mystery is to get the story told.This third canon completes the first three years of this series, with an additional 16 stories that enlighten, entertain, and inspire readers over and over. Because they are written simply, and not as throwaway fiction, but stories that you get something new from on each reading.Mysteries that seem to be re-writing themselves in between readings - because they change the reader with the ideas in them.And after his first three years of writing, it's pretty straight forward if you stick to reading them in sequence. So - that is what's recommended. (But you can dive into the many peripheral series of stories collected by subject. These add a wealth of details and adventures to the various characters...)With these canons, reading is simpler.The second canon picked up where the first left off. And this third canon picks up from the second. This now becomes your next assignment. It's on you if you read out of order. (But it's tempting...)Never before published into single volumes, these stories will leave you wondering why no one has treated ghosts like this before. But then, if you were in their shoes, wouldn't you appreciate such treatment?Yes, even if you're a goddess. Those, too.This anthology contains: - When Death Lives Twice - The Healer Chronicles: Birthdays] - The Healer Chronicles: Origins - Lazurai: Homecoming - The Case of the Time Bent Beau - The Case of the Walkaway Diner Redoux - Walkaway Redemption - Felicity - Walkaway Mary - Empress Oracle - The Healers Chronicles: Miracles - Doppel - The "Panic of 2020" - The Projector - The Case of the Tenacious Typist - The Eye in TeamGet Your Copy Now.

If laughter is the best medicine, then reading humorous short stories should be the best practice to maintain your health.These three authors with their six stories have written stories that both poke fun at the sacrosanct and also skewer them for dissection as both pompous and ripe.From the ranks of Voltaire, Twain, and Vonnegut, these new voices have something to say about how our current culture and what they consider serious. You may find yourself irritated, incensed, or having a laugh outloud moment as you read along into the imaginative worlds these authors create.You may find yourself expecting to see someone just waiting in the shadows for you to get the punchline - expect that author's spirit as you read their works.PS. You have their permission to roll on the floor with delight, in private, of course...A Short Story Anthology Containing:- Cats Typing Romance by R. L. Saunders- Voices by J. R. Kruze- Rise & Fall of President Frump by R. L. Saunders- Keyboard in the Sky by R. L. Saunders- The Autists by J. R. Kruze- Becoming Michelle by R. L. Saunders & C. C. Brower- plus bonus: four more short stories...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.