The Brothers Brown, part 2

 

for the sake of family


Family Saga, Historical Fiction, Native American

Date Published: 12-04-2025



Based on a True Story

Set in the late 1890’s, The Brothers Brown – a family saga, Part 2 – For the Sake of Family is a sweeping frontier saga of love, guilt, and redemption – an unflinching portrait of a man’s descent into madness amid the unforgiving wilds of Indian Territory.

When Matt Brown boards a northbound train, he carries more than a pistol. He carries the weight of his brother’s death, a marriage strained to its breaking point, and a conscience at war with itself. A doctor’s brown vial of medicine offers fleeting relief but soon draws him into a darker world where pain and guilt blur into something far more dangerous.

His wife, Milla, proud and rooted in her Choctaw heritage, stands as both his anchor and his judge as the world around them shifts under the weight of change and loss.

From Fort Smith, Arkansas, to the wooded banks of Bokchito Creek, two families are bound by tragedy and love, vengeance and mercy. A celebration meant to heal ignites old resentments. A family gathering ends in bloodshed. And a winter dance turns deadly, forcing each to face the cost of survival, forgiveness, and the ties that bind them.

Steeped in the spirit of the Choctaw Nation and the rough mercy of the Old West, For the Sake of Family is a haunting tale of madness, murder, and the fragile hope that redemption can be found on the far side of ruin.

 

About the Author


Raised on the beaches of South Texas, R.G. Stanford has always been drawn to stories that transcend time. That passion was ignited in 1976 with the discovery of Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, and deepened with The Feast of All Saints just a few years later. Though historical fiction wasn’t an immediate calling, a personal journey into genealogy changed everything.

With no close relatives nearby, R.G. Stanford turned to online resources in search of extended family. That search became a twenty-year journey through genealogy websites, Federal Census records, the National Archives, and old newspapers. Along the way, R.G. Stanford uncovered incredible stories about her family and the people who once lived in the Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory.

Compelled to record the truth of her family in the lore, sprinkled with imagination, R.G. Stanford is a history lover, a research buff, and a passionate genealogy enthusiast. She is also a mother, a grandmother, and a teller of stories, now living near Orlando.


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The Life and Times of Jim Bridger

 

US Western History/Jim Bridger, 
Mountain Man, Fur Trade, Exploration, American Indians

Date Published: 08-08-2025

Publisher: Farcountry Press


The Life and Times of Jim Bridger, a new biography by Bill Markley, is a well-researched work that brings to life the story of Jim Bridger, the legendary mountain man, fur trapper, and explorer who played a key role in shaping the American West. From guiding scientific expeditions to pioneering vital emigrant routes like the Overland and Bridger Trails, Jim Bridger’s name is etched into the very landscape of the American frontier. Bridger’s contributions helped lead to the establishment of Yellowstone National Park, the first national park in the world. His life was filled with encounters with Native American tribes, fur traders, U.S. Army officers, and remarkable adventures across the wild West.

 

Reviews for The Life and Times of Jim Bridger

Bill Markley has established an enviable reputation as a western biographer. His excellent new biography of Jim Bridger will only augment his status. Crisply written and carefully researched this biography of the greatest of the mountain men will both captivate and inform readers for years to come. –Paul Hutton, author of The Undiscovered Country

 

Bill Markley has done it again with THE LIFE AND TIMES OF JIM BRIDGER. The mythic mountain man comes to life in Markley’s biography and by the end you will be ready to go West and discover for yourself the West of Jim Bridger. –Stuart Rosebrook, editor-at-large, TRUE WEST magazine

 

Well researched and well told, Markley gives us a fresh look at one of the giants of the American West. I believe he has captured the man and his essence. —Bob Boze Bell, executive editor True West magazine

 

Bill Markley’s The Life and Times of Jim Bridger vividly captures the adventures of a legendary mountain man whose courage, ingenuity, and deep connection to the American West shaped a nation’s frontier. From fur trapping to guiding emigrants, Bridger’s story is a testament to resilience and cultural fluency, brought to life with meticulous research and engaging prose.  — Jon Nelson, Board Director for the Museum of the Fur Trade, Chadron, Nebraska

 

When the tall, genial Virginian Jim Bridger ventured West as a “green” teenager in the early years of the fur trade, no one predicted that he would become known as the legendary “old man of the mountains.”   Packing his life with enough adventure for at least ten mountain men, Bridger led beaver-trapping brigades, hunted buffalo, fought hostile Blackfeet, married a Shoshone woman, mapped trackless wilderness, guided the U.S. Army during Red Cloud’s War, and more.  Although illiterate, he spoke several European—and Indian—languages.  Did Bridger really leave the grizzly-mauled Hugh Glass to die alone?  Markley delves deep into his subject’s extraordinary life. Wonderfully illustrated with period maps and artwork, this book is for anyone who loves true tales of the raucous fur trading era of the early nineteenth century. Bridger once said, “Sir, the grace of God won’t carry a man through these prairies!  It takes powder and ball.”  And how.  –Nancy Plain, four-time Spur Award winner, past president of Western Writers of America.   

 

 

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Final Thoughts

During my two-year research of Jim Bridger, my respect for him

has grown. He accepted all people, no matter who they were. Only when

they turned on him would he treat them as enemies. He tried to stay out of

fights, but if one was unavoidable, he was in the forefront.

It’s a shame—and our loss—that he didn’t learn to read and write. He was

intelligent, creating accurate maps from memory. He learned English, French,

Spanish, a variety of Indian languages, and was proficient in sign language.

After people read Shakespeare to him, he would quote passages from memory.

As to the Hugh Glass story, I believe Bridger was not the teenager who

deserted Glass. Historians have pointed to Bridger because of an 1839 article

that gave the young man’s last name as “Bridges,” based on old riverboat pilot

Joseph LaBarge’s recollection, and tradition had it on the Missouri that it was

Bridger. That’s it. When Alfred Jacob Miller sat around a mountaineer fire

and jotted down the Hugh Glass story during the 1837 rendezvous, the first

name of the person Glass confronted was Bill. If Bridger had been the young

man who deserted Glass, I believe other mountaineers would have ribbed him

about it.

As to Bridger selling Fort Bridger to the Mormons, I don’t believe he sold

it. He was an honest man, and to his dying day, he never said he sold it, continuing to

attempt to collect his rental payment from the federal government.

Bridger’s descriptions of the Yellowstone geothermal region to expedition

leaders and scientists led to its eventual exploration in 1871 by one of those scientists,

Ferdinand Hayden. The following year, Congress designated it the

world’s first national park.

Jim Bridger was loved by many people, from children to generals. He was

well liked by many tribes. Most of his adversaries respected him. He enjoyed

nothing better than to be out in nature, preferring to sleep under the stars than


in a tent. It would have been great fun to sit at a campfire and listen to him tell

of his exploits and tall tales. He was a man in love with the West.

Toward the end of his life, Jim Bridger said, “I wish I was back there among

the mountains again—you can see so much farther in that country.” 
 


About the Author

 


Bill Markley, member of Western Writers of America and multiple winner of the Will Rogers Medallion award, has written eleven books including biographies and histories of Old West characters and events. He writes for True West and Wild West magazines and is a staff writer for Roundup magazine.





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Dosa Day

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Children’s Picture Book

Date Published: June 2, 2026



It’s Dosa Day!

 

Join a curious child and their loving Ammamma on a joyful kitchen adventure filled with crispy dosas, colorful chutneys, and heartwarming family traditions. As they learn about different kinds of dosas, they discover that the real magic isn’t just in cooking—it’s in the time spent together.

Dosa Day is a playful children’s picture book celebrating Indian cuisine, family traditions, and intergenerational love. With rhythmic read-aloud text and vibrant illustrations, this story creates a rich sensory experience that introduces young readers to culture, connection, and mindful togetherness.

 

Perfect for children ages 3–7, this diverse picture book is ideal for:


          • Multicultural children’s books
          • Indian and South Asian culture stories for kids
          • Picture books about food, family, and traditions
          • Engaging read-aloud bedtime stories


Whether you’re introducing Indian cuisine like dosa for the first time or building a more inclusive children’s library, Dosa Day is a meaningful addition to any child’s bookshelf.

 

About the Author

 


 In the quiet magic of the Mojave Desert, where the sky stretches wide and the sunsets set everything golden, Veena Katikineni found the perfect place to let her imagination wander.

Dosa Day was born from a heart full of cherished memories: big, bustling family gatherings with her beloved Indian family, where the house was always full, the food was always flowing, and the smell of something delicious was always drifting through the air. Food wasn’t just food — it was love, laughter, and the heartbeat of every gathering.

A physician by training, Veena has spent her career caring for others, but she has always believed that stories heal in their own special way. This is her love letter to dosa, to her roots, and to the joy of sharing both with the world.

When she’s not writing or seeing patients, you’ll find her on her yoga mat, planning the family’s next adventure, or exploring the world with her loving husband and two spirited boys, her favorite companions in wandering and in life.

She believes magic lives in the everyday moments, especially the ones shared around a table.


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Stay at Castle Dracula…and Other Short-Short Stories

by Jim Nemeth

Genre: Horror Short Stories

 


I can scare and thrill you in only…100 words!


Stay at Castle Dracula…and Other Short-Short Stories

by Jim Nemeth

Genre: Horror Short Stories


Do you enjoy a good drabble? No, not America’s most popular word game—that’s Scrabble. No, not those cute, furry little creatures from Star Trek—those are tribbles. A drabble is a form of intense fiction writing consisting of 100 words. Not 100 chapters, not 100 paragraphs, nor even 100 lines. 100 words. Exactly.

 Author Jim Nemeth loves the format and is an accomplished dabbler in drabbles. “Whenever I explain to friends what a drabble is,” Nemeth relates, “I get the exact same expression of disbelief: ‘100 words?’ In fact, I took these reactions and wrote a drabble about it, “Impossible Assignment,” which leads off the collection.”

Stay at Castle Dracula and Other Short-Short Stories, a chapbook, collects 26 tales, 23 of which are drabbles. With the three other stories, the author “splurged” and indulged himself with an additional 100-200 words.

Other tales of five score words include “Disgruntled,” where a joyous family Christmas celebration turns horrific when a little boy doesn’t get the toy he wanted; “Love Potion” relates what happens when a witch’s magic works too well. And in the title story, another young English traveler debates his decision in staying in Count Dracula’s centuries’ old castle.

 

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It’s What’s Inside That Counts


“Why does Christy have to come over to play,” six-year-old Chloe asked in the petulant voice in which she exceled. “She’s ugly and I hate her!”

“Chloe!” the girl’s father shouted in reprimand. “Don’t talk like that. Christy may not be the prettiest of girls, but ‘beauty is only skin deep,’ as they say. It’s what’s inside a person that counts.”

Later that afternoon in her room, Chloe lay aside the dripping, red-drenched scissors with which she’d used to slice open Christy’s midsection. Closely examining its contents, she frowned in confusion. “I don’t see what’s so special about her insides…”





In 1993, Nemeth won first prize in a national magazine’s short story writing contest for which legendary authors Ray Bradbury and Robert Bloch were judges. The award held special meaning for Nemeth, as Bloch remains his favorite writer and main literary influence. Nemeth is the author of two additional books: It Came From…The Stories and Novels Behind Classic Horror, Fantasy, and Science Fiction Films and Robert Bloch: An Unconventional Bibliography, as well as being the webmaster of The Robert Bloch Official Website (robertbloch.net).

A long-time community activist, the author is particularly committed to the cause of animal rescue. He lives in the historic harbor town of Marblehead, MA.

 

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Cece in Wonder Land

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Women’s Fiction

Date Published: April 14, 2026

Publisher: Acorn Publishing



Sometimes wonder finds you when you least expect it.

Cece Belle is a high-functioning neurodivergent. She’s also a big believer in destiny, but when her soulmate Robby dumps her mid-flight to Israel, she instantly regrets ever telling him she’s on the spectrum.

Not one to dwell in misery, Cece sips some chamomile hibiscus tea to set herself straight. And with meditation and spirituality on her side, she looks to what’s next. Yet another blow hits when she is kicked out of her rabbinical studies program for “strange behavior.”

Then, she meets Joel. With his quirky demeanor and ability to say all the right things, he gives Cece the desire to begin a new relationship. There’s only one main obstacle: Cece loves living in Los Angeles, and Joel is a diehard New Yorker.

She marries him anyway, despite misgivings that extend beyond their geography. After all, this is her carefully drawn plan—marriage, then kids, then happily ever after. Sometimes though, the best-laid plans are better left in dreamland where they can’t go awry.

Cece in Wonder Land is a twisty journey down a rabbit hole of unexpected anxieties, disappointments, and more questions than answers. But where there is hope, there is life, and maybe Cece can hang on for the next bit of wonder bound to come her way.



About the Author

 

 Born and raised in Los Angeles, Bonnie S. Priever majored in communications studies at UCLA before moving to Philadelphia. There, she attended the Reconstructionist Rabbinical College, which prepared her for an assistant directorship at the Israel Levin Senior Adult Center in Venice, California.

As a way to process emotions and stay connected to her spirituality, Bonnie started writing about her experiences. In 2023, Newsweek published her personal essay about the challenges of aging. Currently, she combines her passion for writing and her love for live theater as a reviewer for CurtainUp, an online theater magazine.

Bonnie loves to travel but always looks forward to coming home to LA. She has one grown son and a backlog of great ideas. Based on a true story, Cece in Wonder Land is her first novel.


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The King’s Fall

The Broken Crown Saga Book One

by Orlan Drake

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Where loyalty shatters, legends are forged.

The King’s Fall

The Broken Crown Saga Book One

by Orlan Drake

Genre: Epic Fantasy


A Gripping Tale of Royal Betrayal and Hidden Romance

When darkness falls on the kingdom of Ardanthia, readers will find themselves caught up in a story where nothing is what it seems. Princess Eloise faces impossible choices as murder and betrayal tear her world apart. Her secret love for the Prince of Caladorn adds another layer of danger to an already deadly situation. This isn’t just another royal romance – it’s a heart-pounding adventure where love and loyalty clash in the most dangerous ways possible. You’ll feel every moment of tension as Eloise walks the razor’s edge between duty and desire.

 

Mystery and Investigation That Keeps You Guessing

Sir Cedric Blackthorn brings detective skills that would make any crime solver jealous. His brilliant mind works to solve puzzles that could save or destroy an entire kingdom. As Ambassador Zafir arrives with hidden motives and Baron Gorgo schemes from the shadows, every character becomes a suspect. The investigation twists and turns through palace halls filled with secrets. You’ll find yourself trying to solve the mystery alongside Cedric, picking up clues and second-guessing every revelation. The chase scenes will have you on the edge of your seat as our heroes race against time through a kingdom ready to explode into war.

 

Fantasy Adventure That Brings Legends to Life

The Broken Crown Saga starts with this incredible first book that mixes political drama with fantasy elements that feel fresh and exciting. Secret groups work behind the scenes, pulling strings that control the fate of nations. The world-building draws you in completely, making you believe in a place where magic and politics dance together in dangerous ways. This story proves that sometimes solving one crime can prevent an entire war – and that the most important battles happen in the shadows.

 

For readers of David Eddings and Terry Brooks, this sweeping tale of betrayal, magic, and destiny will leave you breathless.

 

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The final pages of The King’s Fall. The dust of the main story has settled — or seems to have. In the palace of Armathor, deep in the Caladorn mountains, Queen Evelina is alone with Lady Seraphina D’Argent, former Crown Warden, recently returned from Ardanthia. The wine is poured. The conversation is pleasant, measured, and completely lethal. The Queen has something in mind. She is about to ask Seraphina to do something that will set the opening chapter of Book Two in motion.

 

It was said the palace of Armathor, in the heart of the Caladorn mountains, never slept, but the moon found its way to every quiet corner. The Queen’s private chamber was carved from the southern tower, a place built for solitude and scrutiny. The windows were long, slender, and set with glass so thick it kept out both winter and whisper. Heavy drapes of midnight-blue velvet, threaded with silver, muffled the chill and the city’s low night-song, leaving only the hush of breath and the crackle of torches in their sconces.

The air was thick with the scent of resin and distant snow, but another aroma ran beneath it — cloves and wine. At the room’s centre, a low table supported a decanter and two goblets. Both glasses sat half-emptied; the decanter had fogged on its bottom third, as if uncertain whether to sweat or freeze.

Queen Evelina held her glass delicately, her grip so slight it seemed the vessel might tumble from her hand if she so much as sneezed. The Queen wore her hair pinned high and loose, an unstudied crown for an unstudied hour. Her gown, a filmy sheath the shade of old tarnish, caught the torchlight and drank it in, until her figure was as much shadow as substance. The Queen’s posture was easy, almost indolent, but her eyes never left her companion.

Across from her, Lady Seraphina D’Argent sat with her knees together and her hands splayed over her lap, fingers laced with the casual precision of a chess master at ease. The former Crown Warden met the Queen’s gaze without flinching, but her eyes — a cold and analytic grey — never let go of the edges of the room.

Seraphina’s glass was untouched since the last round of words. The level had receded by a careful sip, but not a drop had been wasted. In the small triangle of space between their knees and the table, the tension was a living thing.

“It will be difficult to replace Lysandra,” the Queen observed, voice as mild as broth. “She had a unique talent for crossing lines. Even when there were none to cross.”

“I suppose her parents hoped for a daughter with fewer opinions. The Foreign Office never does choose the docile ones, Majesty. We’ll see how she handles Ardanthia’s new Queen as your Ambassador.”

“I prefer people with opinions. Docility is only a virtue to the person holding the leash.” Her eyes flicked back. “Or the knife.”

“A dangerous thing to say,” Seraphina replied.

“Danger is only dangerous if you lack purpose,” Evelina said. She set her glass down, slow, careful not to sound the rim against the marble. “And I believe, Lady Seraphina, you have purpose to spare.”

Seraphina dipped her head, not quite a bow, more an acknowledgement of a point scored. “You flatter, Majesty.”

Evelina shifted in her seat, one elbow resting along the table’s edge, the other hand reaching for a small knife to cut a crescent of lemon. The blade flashed, peeled, then stilled. “Flattery is for courtiers,” she said. “I have no use for it. Only results.”

Seraphina watched the Queen’s hand. “You called me here for a reason.”

“Yes.” The Queen dabbed the lemon to her tongue, then wiped her fingers on a strip of linen. “I want your honest assessment. Will Ardanthia hold?”

The question landed without a ripple, as if the air had been waiting for it all night. Seraphina considered, lips pursed. “In the short term, yes. The Queen has consolidated her position. Prince Evander has weathered the worst of it.” Her eyes found the window, the frost limned along its lead. “But the cracks are visible. Baron Gorgo is not the only one with an appetite. If Ardanthia is to hold, it will be because someone else wishes it so.”

“And who,” Evelina inquired, voice now soft, “is that someone?”

Seraphina’s face, already pale, went a notch whiter. “You know the answer to that, Majesty.”

Evelina did not smile. “I want to hear it.”

“Caladorn will ensure Ardanthia’s peace,” Seraphina replied. “Or its ruin. Whichever suits us best.”

A pause. The torchlight guttered, and a new wedge of shadow bled up the wall behind the Queen.

“Good,” said Evelina. “And the ambassador?”

Seraphina let her gaze rest on her own hands. “Lysandra Vale’s credentials are impeccable, though she carries more than the usual baggage.”

Evelina’s voice was all silk. “Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Seraphina said, “she was not sent merely to observe. I believe the Council of Nine expects her to destabilise the court, quietly, if the King so desires.”

The Queen nodded, her gaze shifting to fix on the tapestry hanging just beyond Seraphina’s right shoulder. “You’ve picked up quite a bit in your short time back,” she said, more to herself than her guest. “I like that ability.”

Seraphina lifted her glass, letting the wine briefly touch her lips before setting it back down. “You have always underestimated the subtlety of small acts, Majesty.”

“Small acts,” said the Queen, “are for those with small ambitions.”





Twilight’s Dominion

The Broken Crown Saga Book Two


The peace was always a lie. They just didn’t know whose.

Queen Eloise of Ardanthia has done everything right. She negotiated the alliance with Caladorn, married the prince, held her court together through blight and borderland attacks and the whispered threat of an ancient secret order. Now, with villages vanishing overnight — crops blackened, livestock dead, people simply gone — she does what any good ruler would do. She sends her best.

Sir Cedric Blackthorn, the precise and principled knight-investigator. Captain Elira, a soldier who has survived too much to flinch at anything. Tomas, a scholar more at home with footnotes than fistfights. Ryn, a street thief from the Saltspire docks whose instincts are worth more than anyone’s education. And Auralias — the Court Mage, brilliant and unsettling in equal measure — who brings knowledge of old magic that none of the others possess, and who may be the only thing standing between Ardanthia and the League of the Moon.

Together, they are hunting the League before the League can finish what it started.

What they find will change everything they think they know — about the attacks, the conspiracy, and the true scale of what is being assembled in the dark. There are artifacts, older than any living kingdom, whose power was thought lost to history. There are secrets buried so deep that uncovering them will cost more than anyone is prepared to pay. And there is a question, growing louder with every mile: who, exactly, is the enemy?

Twilight’s Dominion is a story about loyalty tested to breaking, courts where every smile hides a calculation, and the particular horror of realising that the enemy has been in the room all along. It is about a queen learning that the peace she built was built for her — and a company of mismatched, battle-worn companions who keep fighting even after the ground gives way beneath them.

Set across mountain fortresses carved from living rock, fog-wrapped port cities, a besieged royal palace, and the treacherous corridors of two kingdoms in collision, this is epic fantasy for readers who like their politics sharp, their magic consequential, and their betrayals earned.

Perfect for readers who love:

*The political intrigue of A Song of Ice and Fire

*The ensemble loyalty of The Lies of Locke Lamora

*The world-building depth of Robin Hobb

*Characters who are competent, scarred, and worth caring about

“There’s no certainty in what’s ahead. But I’d rather die among friends than watch the world go to monsters.”

The Broken Crown Saga:
Book One: The King’s Fall
Book Two: Twilight’s Dominion
Book Three: Echoes of Kings – coming soon

 

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Sir Cedric and his companions have returned to Silverspire Castle to report to Queen Eloise and her Council after a dangerous mission at the monastery of Delrith. They bring hard evidence of a conspiracy larger than anyone suspected — and devastating news about one of their own. The Council chamber is full. The Queen is waiting. What happens next, none of them could have predicted.

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The council chamber was a vast oval, ringed with marble pillars, every one carved with a record of war. The seats for the Council fanned out from a long, narrow table, its surface bare save for ink and paper. At the far end, Queen Eloise sat in her high-backed throne, her gown the shade of dying violets, her face as pale and unforgiving as winter. The court was full — nobles, a retinue of scribes and guards — and all of them silent as the companions entered.

At her right, the seat for the Mage was empty. Cedric’s stomach twisted, but he showed nothing. He bowed, Elira and Ryn following suit, Tomas bobbing more than bowing.

Eloise’s voice broke the silence, sharp and unadorned. “Report.”

Cedric stepped forward. “Majesty. We reached the monastery at Delrith. The League of the Moon found us there. We managed to recover a primary source, but…” He hesitated, then forced it out. “We lost Auralias. He stayed behind to hold off pursuit and ensure our escape. We believe he is dead.”

The court did not gasp. There was a more subtle reaction: the ripple of discomfort, the tightening of fingers around chair arms, the almost imperceptible shuffling as people recalculated the balance of power. At the dais, Queen Eloise’s hand gripped the throne so tightly that the veins stood out on her wrist.

Tomas managed to find his voice. “We have proof. The League is not just a cult — they are organised, disciplined. Their goal is to reassemble ancient artifacts of the old Empire and use them to seize power over every kingdom. It’s not a myth. It’s—” He trailed off, eyes wide as the implication landed.

Baron Gorgo stood, his bulk forcing the men on either side to cower away from him. “If this is true, then we must move now. Strike at every suspected agent, burn the infection from the city.”

High Councillor Voss coughed, a wet, phlegmy sound. “We have no evidence beyond the testimony of a handful of survivors. What if this is fearmongering? What if the so-called League is but a puppet, and the real threat lies elsewhere?”

Lady Veyra, who had not spoken, fixed the companions with a stare so cold Tomas’ chest tightened. “And what of the Mage? If he is so easily lost, how can we trust you to stand against the League?”

Cedric’s voice was a flat line. “Auralias was the strongest among us. He bought us the time to bring this warning. If you question our loyalty, you may as well summon the executioner now.”

A murmur ran around the table — some found it brave, others suicidal. Queen Eloise did not flinch.

“We will not be provoked into rash action,” she said, her voice a blade. “Ardanthia has survived by caution, not bravado.”

Gorgo laughed, a sound that rattled the torches on the walls. “Caution is what the world calls cowardice, when it looks back at ruined cities.”

At the table, the silence rebuilt itself. Queen Eloise spoke at last, her words measured and final. “You have done your duty, and the realm owes you. Rest. You will be summoned if needed.” She dismissed them with a gesture.

As the companions turned to leave, the doors at the far end of the chamber exploded open. Two guards struggled to restrain a figure between them, half-dragged, half-walking, his blue cloak tattered, the white of his hair now streaked with blood and dust.

Auralias.

He stumbled forward, collapsing against the council table, his breath rasping in his chest. The guards tried to pull him upright, but he shook them off, barely able to keep his feet.

The court erupted — not in applause, not in approval, but in a stunned, horrified silence. Queen Eloise rose from her seat, the movement so abrupt the guards flinched back. Baron Gorgo reached for his sword. Even Lady Veyra looked up, the mask of composure slipping for an instant.

Auralias raised his head, blood running down the line of his jaw. “Forgive me,” he croaked, “for the interruption. I have news.”

He gripped the back of the nearest chair to keep from collapsing.

The room held its breath, the fate of the realm balancing on a ragged edge, waiting for the next word to tip it either way.

For a full minute, the hall was silent but for the wet trickle of blood from Auralias’s temple, pattering onto the polished floor in erratic counterpoint to the wild pulse in every chest. No one moved. Even Baron Gorgo’s hands, usually restless, had stilled on the arms of his chair, his eyes locked on the mage as if trying to will him back into the grave from which he’d clearly escaped. Lady Veyra tilted her head, eyes narrowed, as though observing a particularly clever parlour trick with the potential to upend the world.

Auralias straightened, shuddered, and found his breath. When he spoke, his voice was not the sonorous music it once had been; it scraped the air, raw and urgent.

“Your Majesty. Council. I regret the spectacle, but I would not have returned had it not been vital.” He coughed, and the blood painted a fresh streak down his jaw. “I have spent the last three weeks hunted by the League and worse things. Only the death of their Magister and the chaos after let me slip free. The League of the Moon is real. They are many, and now, they are desperate.”

The word ‘real’ ricocheted around the marble like a stone thrown through stained glass. A low ripple of horror passed through the gallery, some nobles gasping, others crossing themselves in the old, forbidden way. Queen Eloise stood, not bothering to mask the tremor in her hands. She moved around the table, descending the three steps of the dais with a dancer’s balance.

“Speak clearly, Mage,” she said. “What do they want? What is their aim?”






I am a new author writing under the pen name Orlan Drake, my real name is Chris Hills Farrow.  I’ve worked as a freelance writer for magazines in the past but have always wanted to write fiction, and after having more free time during the lockdowns, I have made some progress. I enjoy fantasy because it opens my mind to other worlds or ways of life that do not exist in real life, or have ever existed.

Cyber Case Thorn

The Cyber Case Series Book 1

by Ken Tentarelli

Genre: Technothriller

 

 


The future of crime is digital. 

The fight against it lives in the Cyber Case Series.


Cyber Case Thorn

The Cyber Case Series Book 1

by Ken Tentarelli

Genre: Technothriller



When a reckless young hacker sets out to earn fame on the dark web, his escalating attacks move from petty disruptions to an incident prompting a riot that leaves a college dean hospitalized. To him, notoriety is the prize. To Agent Persephone “Seph” Carano of the Cyber Security Agency, he’s a ticking time bomb.

Seph sees what others don’t—the hacker’s growing skill, his hunger for recognition, and the chaos he’s willing to unleash to get it. While the FBI dismisses her warnings, Seph and her team race against time to track his digital footprints before his next strike turns deadly.

From small clubs to large public arenas, the chase intensifies into a battle of wits between a desperate criminal and the agent determined to stop him. Cyber Case Thorn delivers a pulse‑pounding cyber thriller where ambition collides with justice, and one keystroke can ignite disaster.

Cyber Case Thorn is a novella.

 

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Cyber Case Dante

The Cyber Case Series Book 2



A mysterious virus infiltrates New York City’s bridge and tunnel systems. Enter cyber security agent Persephone “Seph” Carano. She knows it’s only the beginning. A single command from a hacker could trigger its havoc and paralyze the city.

Enter Dante: a suave, enigmatic hacker with a shadowy past and a dangerous charm. He offers Seph tantalizing clues if she’ll meet with him. He warns her of a coordinated cyber‑attack set to cripple the city’s infrastructure and sabotage the mayor’s reelection. But is Dante an ally…or a player in the game?

As traffic lights flicker, subways stall, and chaos looms, Seph races against time tracing the attacks to their source. She must decide: is Dante’s loyalty with her, or with those in the shadows.

A reporter’s story exposes a deeper conspiracy, leading Seph to the ruthless company pulling the strings behind the attack. Cyber Case Dante is a pulse‑pounding cyber thriller where every keystroke could bring a city to its knees.

 

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Here we find  cyber agent Seph Carano, the series’ main character, meeting with an informant who calls himself Dante who claims to have information for her about an impending cyber attack.

 

The Grey Dog was a block off Seventh Avenue and only a short walk from Seph’s office. It was the first breakfast place she had discovered when she began working at the Cyber Security Agency. She remembered lively crowds lining up outside the bustling storefront, drawn by the promise of a hot, comforting breakfast to start their day. Some folks had stood patiently in the queue, scrolling through their phones or chatting with friends, while others bounced on their feet with the aroma of bacon making their mouths water. Online ordering had changed the scene. Now customers ordered in advance using the Grey Dog’s app, so when they arrived, their meals were waiting for them. They grabbed the bags labeled with their names and were gone in a flash. There were no more lines, but the constant flow of cheerful patrons in and out of the shop had created a festive atmosphere. Seph had texted ahead, so her latte and egg and cheese croissant were bagged up when she reached the counter. She found a table at the rear of the room where she could watch for Dante. She split the crescent and neatly wrapped the larger piece to save for lunch.

Seph had finished the croissant, refilled her latte, and was debating ordering a fruit cup when Dante arrived. Again, he was dressed like a fashion icon, this time in tan slacks, a navy blazer, and a powder blue shirt. Why would a cyber-hacker even have such stylish apparel? At the counter he ordered chorizo hash, glimpsed Seph at the back of the room and smiled. She resisted commenting on his appearance when he came to the table and said brusquely, “I’m eager to hear what you have to tell me that couldn’t be said on the phone.”

Feigning wounded feelings, Dante responded, “You’re a bit testy this morning. Have I offended you? You know I’m a friend, don’t you?”

“All I know for certain is you once kept a town’s water supply from being contaminated by closing a valve on an oil pipeline.”

Dante’s smile broadened. “Ah, so you’ve been looking into my past. My involvement with the pipeline was the act of a young lad, but it proves I’m a good guy, doesn’t it?”

“I need more than a single instance to make a judgment.”

 “What else have you discovered about me?”

“Very little, except you’re discreet enough to avoid the limelight.”

“True, but if there’s something you’d like to know about me, just ask. I’ll share almost anything…almost anything.”

A server came to the table with Dante’s breakfast platter. Seph declined when the server asked if she wanted her latte refilled again. Hoping to catch Dante off guard, Seph waited until he’d taken a bite before asking, “What’s your real name?”

Her ruse failed. Dante finished chewing, then replied calmly, “I’m willing to share general information, but my name is too specific.”

Wanting to avoid wordplay, Seph snapped, “I agreed to meet because you claimed to have urgent information. What is it?”

“I’ll tell you after I’ve eaten because if I tell you now, you’ll leave. I came to the restaurant of your choice, expecting we could enjoy a meal together. Even though you’ve finished eating, grant me the pleasure of your company while I savor the Grey Dog breakfast special.”

Seph groused, “You’re insufferable.”

Dante said, “Most confidential informants expect to be paid for their information. All I’m asking for is pleasant company.”

“You fancy yourself a confidential informant? Where do you get your information? We have investigators who monitor the dark web constantly, and they haven’t seen any posts hinting at an attack on the Bridges and Tunnels Authority.”

“Your investigators monitor the chat rooms, but the most meaningful exchanges don’t take place in those public spaces. Serious issues are discussed in private channels accessible only by invitation.”

“And you participate in the private forums, I presume?”

“I do. I earned entry long ago, when I was a teenager.”

“We checked our database, and there’s no trace of anyone using the name Dante on the dark web more than seven years ago. Nothing from the time when you would have been a teenager.”

“I was a different person those many years ago. I became Dante when….” He searched for the right phrasing. “When I was re-born, and please don’t ask about my metamorphosis. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, not one I wish to dwell on.”

 “You expect me to trust you; yet you admit to frequenting invitation-only forums swarming with cyber criminals, you won’t tell me your real name, and you keep your past hidden. You don’t give me much of a basis for trust.”

“We have different values, Seph. For example, while I might find it acceptable, even laudable, for someone to hack into the network of a bank charging usury loan rates to poor working people, I’m sure you would call the intrusion a crime. However, I’m sure we’d both consider it intolerable for anyone to disrupt the city’s infrastructure for his own personal gain.”

Silence hung in the air for a long minute. Dante broke it, saying, “Since our last meeting, I learned Needle24 has been recruited not just to breach the Bridges and Tunnels Authority, but to stage a series of coordinated attacks. The plan isn’t fully developed yet, but it will include attacks on different parts of the city’s infrastructure. The messages I saw mentioned subways, traffic lights, ferryboats, and airports, although those are merely options under consideration. And the purpose of the attacks is to make the present city administration appear incompetent.”

Seph stared in disbelief. “Did I hear you correctly? You’re saying cyber attacks will be carried out to make the mayor and his administration look bad?” Her eyes narrowed. “Someone wants to influence the election. Who?”

“I don’t know. The person pulling the strings is keeping his identity hidden.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure.”

“What’s the timeframe?”

“The exact date hasn’t been decided yet, but it will have to be soon—before election day.”





Cyber Case Adams

The Cyber Case Series Book 3


Cyber Case Adams plunges cyber security agent Persephone “Seph” Carano into a world where teenage rivalries spiral into digital warfare.

When a high school art student innocently posts a painting online, it sparks a storm of harassment that leaves her broken and vulnerable. Retaliation in the form of a dangerous hack, exposes a private trauma that shatters the school’s star athlete. What begins as petty cruelty escalates into cybercrime with devastating consequences.

Now Seph has to untangle the web of lies, betrayal, and digital trespass. With sharp instincts and a daring honeytrap, she must track down the culprits before more lives are destroyed.

A gripping cyber thriller that blends human drama with high-stakes investigation, Cyber Case Adams reveals how a single post can ignite chaos—and how justice must adapt in the digital age.


**NEW RELEASE 2/26!** 

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Ken Tentarelli brings a rare fusion of engineering expertise and storytelling to his cyber-tech thrillers. His career developing encrypted communications systems and internet security standards lends authenticity to his Cyber Case series.

He established himself as an award-winning author of historical mysteries. Now, blending engineering precision with the imagination of a seasoned novelist, he is crafting stories where technology, intrigue, and human ambition collide.

 

Ken is a library advocate. He lives with his wife in central New Hampshire.

 

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Light Up Your Life: A Girl-to-Girl Guide to Being a Changemaker

A Divas That Care Collection #3

by Candace Gish

Genre: Teen/YA Inspirational, Girl Power

 


It’s your time to shine! 


Light Up Your Life: A Girl-to-Girl Guide to Being a Changemaker

A Divas That Care Collection #3

by Candace Gish

Genre: Teen/YA Inspirational, Girl Power

 


Ready to find your inner spark? This book celebrates the spirit of teen girls who have faced challenges and turned them into opportunities to uplift others. Each story is a glimpse into the life of a girl who saw a need, found her voice, and took action to make a difference — whether through a small act of kindness or a bold initiative reaching thousands. Mixed in with the personal stories, you’ll find fun activities and prompts to help you discover your passion. Dive in, meet these incredible young women, and discover how you can be a changemaker, too!

 

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My parents and my sister were preparing for a trip to Boston. My mother was to receive an award at an event. I was not to attend, so I was staying with my grandparents in Northern Michigan. On a hot and sticky Monday night, a tornado struck and severely damaged our home at 1:30 a.m.

My sister does not wear her hearing aids to bed which made her very difficult to awaken. Precious seconds were wasted and, as a result, my mother and sister barely avoided harm. They just made it to the basement stairway as the tornado struck. Where they had been standing literally one second prior was destroyed. One second could have meant the difference between life and death. One second. It was overwhelming for me. I felt helpless. My whole family could have been killed and I wasn’t there to help, and when I thought about it, I couldn’t have done anything anyway.





Candace Gish is a connector, mentor, and the visionary founder of the Divas That Care network and global podcast. Dedicated to helping women realize their full potential, Candace uses her platform to amplify inspiring stories and facilitate life-changing connections. She has expanded this impact through the Young Divas initiative, empowering the next generation of female leaders to lead with purpose and confidence.

A tireless advocate for collaborative mentorship, Candace believes that when women of all ages converge, they create an unstoppable ripple effect of change. Her mission is deeply personal, fueled by the daily inspiration of her husband and her four daughters.

 

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Ink Magic

 

Historical Fantasy

Date Published: 02-26-2026

Publisher: Sword and Thistle LLC


In World War 1, it’s not the tanks or soldiers that will determine the victors, it’s the magical tattoo ink.

The Mages who can bear that ink have special weapon and beast tattoos that can come to life.


Jack is an infamous Mage, called into a covert mission to rescue a missing scientist. If he can do this, he will ensure the balance of power with the magical ink distribution is not stolen by other countries who look to gain the upper hand during the war.


As he searches for the renowned Nikola Tesla, Jack assembles a team of Mages and soldiers as they scramble against time and powerful Russian enemies, who also have their own magical tattoos. Their enemies will use those powers not only to win the war but take over the city where all magical ink is created and distributed, thus ensuring global domination.


But Jack has a personal vendetta against one of those enemies, payback for the death of his father and other loved ones. If Jack can use his ink magic and overcome the insurmountable odds to succeed, he just might keep the ink safe, maintain the balance of power, and defeat the men who have plagued his family for decades.


This action-packed alternate history novel will keep readers on the edge of their seats! If you love the Pale Rider Second Chance series by Michael Roberts, you will love his new Ink Magic series!

 

About the Author

 

 Michael Roberts is a Police Officer in Southern California. He also served in the United States Marine Corps for seven years. This is his first American Historical fiction book, and he drew on much of his previous military experience to write it.


His most recent series, Ink Magic, was just accepted by Spiteful Books.


He lives in California with his family of seven. 

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Amazing Amanda and the Crazy School Carnival

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Kids Books / Young Adult

Date Published: 01-14-2026



Amazing Amanda and the Crazy School Carnival includes comedy and yet realistic life issues. Readers will laugh, giggle, worry, and cheer Amanda’s attempts at growth. Amanda is a pre-adolescent girl who deals with body issues, middle-school drama, angst with new girls, coming of age issues such as seeing beyond the surface, handling responsibilities of leadership, and questions about faith. Set in a mid-size central Minnesota town, the story is told exclusively from Amanda’s point of view. Amazing Amanda is a clean, family friendly story.


This is Abear’s debut novel.


Coming soon: Book 2 Amazing Amanda and the Mystery of the Black Cat and Book 3 Amazing Amanda and Her Bright New Day. The series takes readers through Amanda’s entire sixth-grade experience.

 

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Amanda lurched down the hall, flapping her arms like a pelican trying to dry her armpits, and flew past the locker area and into her homeroom class. As sunshine streamed through open windows, she hoped a breeze reached her soon.
She shrank down when she got into her seat, the last desk in the middle row of five. Head and shoulders taller than most students and twice as wide, she preferred the back. That was better than hearing, “Amanda scrunch down so I can see,” or “Amanda, could you move a bit to the left?” and other—not so nice—comments.
When the bell rang, she punched out her left arm. “Yay! I made it on time.”
“Watch it,” Charlie Piggott said in the row to her left. His blue eyes widened. “Almost got me that time.”
“Sorry.” Amanda grimaced. “Really.”
“It’s okay. Better luck next time.”
“Huh?”
“To hit your target.”
She frowned. “I don’t want to hit you.”
He broke out in a grin. “Amanda, I’m just kiddin’ ya.”
Amanda grinned back. “You’re a pal.” After she dragged her science stuff from the book bag, she kicked the bag under the desk. Tucking her thatch of brown hair behind her ears, she wiped sweat from her forehead and closed her eyes to slow her breathing. She sensed the noise and chatter fading away…
“Before you get too settled, Amanda.” Miss Holter’s voice pierced through Amanda’s mist of serenity. “Please close the door.”
Amanda scrambled to her feet, smacking her thighs against the desk. “Ow!” She gritted her teeth and lumbered to the door.
As she started to close it, Miss Holter said, “Then come to the front of the class.”
Amanda jerked, slamming the door.
“Uh Oh’s” escaped from several students as heads swiveled toward her.
Confused, Amanda stumbled over a bookbag on her way to the front, mumbling, “One more thing and I’m going to scream.”
Standing beside Miss Holter made Amanda feel almost petite.
When the teacher turned, she whispered to Amanda, “Go ahead and sit in the chair there beside my desk.”
Amanda glimpsed the corners of her teacher’s mouth turn up ever so slightly and wondered what she wanted. If I’m not in trouble, why am I here? Miss Holter, her favorite teacher, had never done anything to embarrass her before.
The teacher motioned for their full attention. “In faculty meeting this morning, Principal Primson announced we’re having a carnival fundraiser. The sixth grade will be putting on the event. A student representative will help organize the students as we work on the carnival. The four homeroom teachers each nominated one student who must accomplish three challenges.”
“Sounds like too much work,” Mark Nelson said, scrunching his face.
The teacher nodded. “It will be. But a student with real leadership potential should not find the challenges too difficult. The tasks may even be invigorating for him or her.”
A zing of excitement crept up Amanda’s spine.
The teacher crossed her arms with a smug look. “My nominee—no, pardon me—our section 6B nominee is the very best.”

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As a teacher for almost thirty years, Beverly Abear enjoys writing for middle-grade and young adult readers. She has several stories in progress that she hopes to finish and get published. The Amanda stories are mostly set in a k-6th elementary school like the one the author attended in northern Minnesota. Because her faith has greatly affected her life, Beverly’s passion for her readers is that they grow to trust in the Lord and enjoy an abundant life in Him.

Amazing Amanda and the Crazy School Carnival is Beverly’s debut novel.


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