Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Exceptionals #1: Measure of a Man

Author: Teel James Glenn & Jerry Kokich
Genre: Science Fiction/Adventure
Sub Genres: superhero//thriller
ISBN (E) 978-1-60313-244--2
ISBN (P) 978-1-60313-243-5

It was not a world anyone wanted to live in except the terrorists. Their desperation to make the rest of the world conforms to their view of the universe as far back at the 1980s had changed the world. It was a slow change at first, and then like a dam that burst, the violence and irrationality of their vision was imposed on the rest of the world.

It was from this chaos and lawlessness that a terrified world came to embrace the concept of the Exceptionals: extraterritorial bio-enhanced bounty hunters, who could go anywhere, do almost anything in the name of law. Their lives were always at risk from the narco terrorists, tyrants and hate mongers of this not-so-brave new world. TheUnited States Government and the United Nations mandated that their identities became a closely guarded secret.

Now the Exceptionals must confront demons from their past, a horror from beyond the grave and a conspiricy from within their ranks that threatens everything they hold dear. For one, may claim his very soul!!

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About Author Teel James Glenn


Teel James Glenn is a native of
Brooklyn though he has traveled the world for thirty years as a Stuntman/Coordinator/Swordmaster, Jouster, Book Illustrator, Storyteller, Bodyguard and Actor.

His books in the Altiva fantasy series are: Tales of a Warrior Priest, Death at Dragonthroat, The Daemonhold Curse, and Sister Warrior all from ePress-Online as are Knight Errant :Death and Life at the Faire , Them’s Fightin Words :A Writers Guide to Writing Fight Scenes and the forthcoming: The Vision Quest Factor and A Hex of Shadows.

The Exceptionals: #1 Measure of a Man and #2 Across the Wasteland are out from Whiskey Creek Press with #3 due next year.

He has stories published in AfterburnSF, Blazing Adventures, AnotherRealm, Event Horizon, Fantasy Tales, Mad, Black Belt, Alternative Cinema, Classic Pulp Fiction Stories, Weird Stories, Double Danger Tales, Startling Science Stories, Shots Writer’s Village and others.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Tales of a Warrior Priest


Author: Teel James Glenn
Publisher: ePress-Online
Genre: Fantasy/Sword and Sorcery
ISBN Number: 0977222446

Published May 2006
141 Pages

Tales of a Warrior Priest : Return to the world of Altiva, first visited in the novel Death at Dragonthroat, a world of crystal magic and cruel combat where young Lord Erique Shoutte becomes a master swordsman and a devoted priest of the Kova religion. Follow his adventures in a series of linked short stories as he quests for love, knowledge and martial perfection and fights serpents, dictators, demons and deadly damsels along the way. These tales range from the heroic, to the mysterious to swashbuckling adventure. In the classic tradition of Conan, Zorro and Captain Blood!

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About Author Teel James Glenn

Teel James Glenn is a native of
Brooklyn though he has traveled the world for thirty years as a Stuntman/Coordinator/Swordmaster, Jouster, Book Illustrator, Storyteller, Bodyguard and Actor.

His books in the Altiva fantasy series are: Tales of a Warrior Priest, Death at Dragonthroat, The Daemonhold Curse, and Sister Warrior all from ePress-Online as are Knight Errant :Death and Life at the Faire , Them’s Fightin Words :A Writers Guide to Writing Fight Scenes and the forthcoming: The Vision Quest Factor and A Hex of Shadows.

The Exceptionals: #1 Measure of a Man and #2 Across the Wasteland are out from Whiskey Creek Press with #3 due next year.

He has stories published in AfterburnSF, Blazing Adventures, AnotherRealm, Event Horizon, Fantasy Tales, Mad, Black Belt, Alternative Cinema, Classic Pulp Fiction Stories, Weird Stories, Double Danger Tales, Startling Science Stories, Shots Writer’s Village and others.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Death at Dragonthroat


Death at Dragonthroat

Written by Teel James Glenn
Genre: Fantasy/Sword and Sorcery
Isbn#: 0977222403
Publisher: ePress-Online

The strangest day in T.K. Mitchell’s life began with the former marine on the run for his life in North Dakota and ended with him on the run for his life from an entire empire on the strange world of Altiva. Will the evil emperor who thinks T.K. is after his job kill him? Will the nightmare from his mysterious past do him in? Or the strange Shadowbeast that seems unstoppable and has an insatiable appetite for blood? Then again, will T.K. give into the seductive clutches of the six foot eight blue furred warrior woman? What a way to die…….

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About Author Teel James Glenn

Teel James Glenn is a native of
Brooklyn though he has traveled the world for thirty years as a Stuntman/Coordinator/Swordmaster, Jouster, Book Illustrator, Storyteller, Bodyguard and Actor.

His books in the Altiva fantasy series are: Tales of a Warrior Priest, Death at Dragonthroat, The Daemonhold Curse, and Sister Warrior all from ePress-Online as are Knight Errant :Death and Life at the Faire , Them’s Fightin Words :A Writers Guide to Writing Fight Scenes and the forthcoming: The Vision Quest Factor and A Hex of Shadows.

The Exceptionals: #1 Measure of a Man and #2 Across the Wasteland are out from Whiskey Creek Press with #3 due next year.

He has stories published in AfterburnSF, Blazing Adventures, AnotherRealm, Event Horizon, Fantasy Tales, Mad, Black Belt, Alternative Cinema, Classic Pulp Fiction Stories, Weird Stories, Double Danger Tales, Startling Science Stories, Shots Writer’s Village and others.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Windwalker by Donna Sundblad



Young Adult Fantasy by Donna Sundblad

HHundreds of years ago, the Stygian race welcomed disease-riddled Jonnick to their shores despite prophetic warnings. Concealed powers of darkness disembark with the refugees.

Subsequent generations of conflict draw lines of division between the two cultures unaware that the spirit of the Mage lives within the queen. Paranoia and fear prompt the issuance of royal decrees designed to thwart the coming of the Stygian savior--the Arich.

Midwives ordered to report the birth of any child born on a moonless night know it means death to the child. Effects of the law trickle to the present where Manelin, a social outcast, and Jalil, a lame Jonnick girl find themselves thrust into the midst of unfolding ancient prophecies and a world on the verge of annihilation.

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Mail from a Windwalker Reader:

I finished Windwalker. What a great story […] exciting all the way through. I was so impressed with how the [character] transformations took place with such ease. (Ojal - Queen Riona- Jalil ) It all felt perfectly natural and was easy to follow [as the story] flipped from the past , present and into the future, back to the past, and present...Wow!

Now that I am finished - I miss the characters. I had a connection with each one of them. I usually connect with a couple of people in a story, but seldom the whole works like I did in this story. You just clearly did a great job of creating each and every character. Thank you for writing it.

Loreena

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  • Paperback: 220 pages
  • Publisher: epress-online (September 14, 2007)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0977222489
  • ISBN-13: 978-0977222483
  • Product Dimensions: 9 x 6 x 0.6 inches

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Adams Point - Book 3 - Legacy Series


This is the third and last book in the Legacy Series
Adams Point
ISBN# 1-59431-452-7
Publisher: Write Words, Inc., Cambridge Books.

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

Adams Point - Book 3 - Legacy Series

CHAPTER 1

As Ethan and the others walked up from the dock they couldn’t help but notice that the
wraith hovering above the Inn seemed to be agitated. They didn’t know what it was that
caused the manifestation to writhe in such a way that it seemed almost as if it
would swoop down and engulf them all. They looked to see where the women were and felt
they were far enough away to be safe—that is if anyone could be safe near the Inn at this
point in time.

“Look at the way it’s moving. It seems as if it is extremely angry,” Lorenzo said
quietly, staring at the apparition.

“I know,” Ethan said, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen it like that before.”

“Can’t say that I did either,” Henri ventured. “But something sure has that thing up
there angry as hell.”

“What makes you say that?” Ethan asked.

“Well, don’t you think it’s angry?”

“Yes, but at what?”

“How should I know?” Henri asked. “I simply stated a fact.”

“The women will be coming back soon,” Lorenzo interjected. “Maybe we ought to keep them
away from here.”

“Where would you suggest we send them?” Ethan asked.

“Maybe to town?” Henri answered. His comment seemed more of a question than a statement.
Ethan looked at Henri, then to Lorenzo. “Maybe Henri’s got a point there. It might be
better if we send the women off to town where they would be safe.”

“Don’t think they will go without an argument,” Lorenzo said, with a slight laugh.

“I guess you’re right…at least where Abigail is concerned,” Ethan answered.

“Not just Abigail, neither will Bernadette or Sabrina, you can bet on that,” Lorenzo said.

“Yes, I am almost certain they think they we wouldn’t be safe without them here to
protect us,” Henri said, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

Ethan looked at the other two men and wondered just what they would do if push came to
shove and they had to force their wives to leave them behind. And where the hell is Tony?
Ethan wondered. He should be around here somewhere, but where? I
haven’t seen him since I took the others to Caleb’s Cove. I know damn well he wasn’t on
the Abigail, and I know for certain he was standing with the others when I left—so where
did he go? And what is he up to? Questions, questions, but Ethan didn’t have any answers.
When he finally stopped thinking about Tony, and looked up he was surprised to see the
others staring at him.

“What?”

“That’s what we want to know? What are you thinking about, Ethan? Lorenzo asked.
“Actually, I was wondering where Tony got off to. Did anyone see him leave?

“No, not really, he was standing with the rest of us when you took the Abigail out. When
we all went back toward the house I thought he was with us, but to tell you the truth, I
can’t honestly say he was,” Henri answered, perplexed.

“And neither can I,” Lorenzo said. “I thought he was, but like Henri, I can’t be sure if
he did walk up to the Inn with us…but he must have.”

“Well, we will have to worry about Tony later, right now what should we do about the
women?” Ethan asked.

“Ask them?” Lorenzo said. “You can’t make them do something they don’t want to do, so ask
them.”

“And if they say no, they won’t leave?” Ethan asked, looking from one to the other.
“If you can make Abigail leave, the other two will follow. So you see, Ethan, it’s all in
your ball park,” Henri said.

“Thanks,” Ethan said, “you guys are a big help.”

“You’re welcome!” Lorenzo said, with a smile in his voice, “Glad I could be of service.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Gatekeeper's Realm - Book II


This is the second book in the Legacy series, The Gatekeeper, ISBN #1-59431-451-9 -
Publisher: Write Words, Inc., Cambridge Books.

An except from Chapter 1-

Gatekeeper's Realm - Book II
Legacy Series
by Elena Dorothy Bowman
Chapter 1 :
Excerpt

Pacing back and forth on the Widow's Walk overlooking the bay and the vast ocean
beyond it, Abigail nervously awaited the arrival of her first guests. They were coming by
boat -- Ethan's boat. Ethan and Tony Harridan, the town's sheriff, a sometimes-permanent
resident of the infamous Inn when he wasn't working at his job on the mainland, met their
first adventurers at the dock in Caleb's Cove. Once the group had gathered, they were to
board the Abigail for a sightseeing cruise along the coastline and the sea-lanes between
the various islands to the Inn on Adams Point -- all part of the package.
Knowing it would add an air of mystery to the Inn, formerly known as the foreboding
Pierce House, Abigail and Ethan set the stage for their guests by having them approach
the house overlooking the bay in a modern day, state-of-the-art, two-masted schooner. It
was up to Ethan and Tony to mesmerize them with tales of Abigail's and their own ominous
beginnings in the house, and how the Inn came to be. The stories included: the relic of
the Royal Knight, the significance of the special Land Grant displayed in a frame on the
wall, the haunting strains emanating from an elusive Stradivarius, and the legend
surrounding Adams Point. And, of course, there was the possibility of becoming entangled
in a web the Inn might weave. Ethan brushed over the fact that he was the first person
who dared sail into the Bay of Death alone. And announced that the guests now had the
honor of being the first full ship's complement to break the curse on the bay leading up
to the old Pierce House, now officially known as The House On The Bluff.

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*

Abigail smiled inwardly wishing she could see the looks on their faces while held
in the grip of the stories. She was afraid her first guests might take one look at the
place, even though it was all the publicity said it was, bolt and change their minds once
the Abigail dropped anchor. Then Ethan and Tony would have to turn around and take them
back to Caleb's Cove, and she would be alone again on Adams Point. Well, not really.
The brochure assured those who sought a new and different vacation that they would
not be disappointed. It trumpeted a vacation hideaway that had no electricity, no running
water, pumps only, no central heating system, no phones and no television. It also
boasted of fabulously appointed rooms, fireplaces, breathtaking ocean views, swimming,
underwater caves, sailing, and a touch of suspense and intrigue.
The beautiful crystal clear bay had a special attraction. For centuries, it was
noted, no ships, sail or otherwise, had ventured upon the waters leading to the House On
The Bluff, due to the nefarious blot upon it. Since the time of the pirates, the sound
had been known as the Bay of Death, not only for the ships who were ensnared within but
also for those who sailed aboard them. Now, however, any brave soul who cared to dive
beneath the sea, properly attired in protective gear, could take the time to wander among
the wreckage of the ships that lay scattered on the bottom of the bay. Ships that had in
times past attempted to sail into its waters --that is, if one had a mind to venture
forth -- at their own peril.

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Abigail wondered if anyone would want to leave after the first night's stay. Well,
there's no point in worrying about that now, she thought. She brightened when she saw the
top of the sail on the Abigail approaching the bend and heading for the bay. As the
schooner turned into the cove, unexpectedly a feeling of nervousness overwhelmed her.
This was her first attempt at running an Inn. Although everything was pristine, all her
supplies and equipment, flashlights and lamps, water basins and towels, bed-sheets,
blankets and bedspreads were new and ready, she felt a twinge of misgiving.
A year had passed since she first stepped foot onto the property on Adams Point
known as the Pierce House. Many times during her long trial she wondered if she would
survive the tests she had been subjected to in order to assume ownership of the House On
The Bluff. It had been vacant for more than a century, since no other member of the
family actually attempted to claim the estate. During that period in time she had met,
fallen in love with, and married Ethan. Tony, by their side from the beginning, a true
and trusted friend, was best man. She often wondered what she would have done if Tony
hadn't made it a point to be there for her while Ethan was on the mainland attending to
business. And then, of course, there was Jacob. Jacob, as far as anyone could tell, was
the oldest member of the community. He had decided after years of mental torment, both in
his sleepless and watchful state, by the disembodied permanent residents of the Pierce
House that it was long past time he joined them, and with open arms happily entered their
realm.
It was Ethan who had suggested and put into practice the changes Abigail wished
for, to transform the House into an Inn. The live-in apparitions made it known when they
didn't like a particular modification and, therefore, it was not done. Ethan had signed
the contracts with all the workmen, then left the details up to Abigail. But unknown to
Ethan, Jacob, now the apparitions' "Ambassador" to the living, had a major role in making
the decisions, and many changes were quashed due to the apparitions' objections. They had
been there, most of them, for centuries, and liked things the way they were.
Abigail wasn't sure how they would react to guests at the Inn. Jacob said it would
depend. When she asked him what he meant, his cryptic answer was that the Others may have
a different opinion about strangers in their house, and could get quite obnoxious about
it. She would just have to wait and see.
She looked around. No one was there. Not Jacob, not the Pirates, the Redcoats, the
Colonial Soldiers, the Vikings or any of her permanent spirits. She laughed nervously.
What am I worried about? Ethan is coming in with an entire ship's company of guests.
Maybe Jacob and the Others are going to let my visitors relax first before they start.

Monday, September 22, 2008

The House On The Bluff


This is the first book in the Legacy Series...The House On The Bluff..ISBN# 1-59431-363-6
-- Publisher: Write Words, Inc., Cambridge Books.


The House On The Bluff -- Book 1 Legacy Series
Chapter
1:Excerpt

Abigail stood against her red Jeep Cherokee parked at the edge of the gravel driveway
of the deserted mansion. The wind blowing out of the Northeast across Adams Point
flattened her long-sleeved white blouse and new navy blue pantsuit against her body,
whipping her hair around her face while she desperately tried to keep its long strands
from blocking her view of the scene spread before her. Her unbuttoned jacket took on the
appearance of a navy blue sail flapping in a gale behind her. The widow's walk perched
high above, struck her as a crow's nest on a sailing vessel of long ago. Shading her
eyes, she swept the dunes to the ocean beyond and back to the house. A flutter of a
curtain from the third floor caught her attention. She looked again, but saw nothing.
Must be tired, she thought. I'm beginning to imagine things. She laughed.

Her laughter, echoing over the dunes, stopped short as the curtain on the second
floor moved ever so slightly. When she looked again, all was still. She shook her head.
Without knowing why, her heart suddenly began to race as an excitement arose within her
being. Spellbound, she held tightly onto the front of her jacket and to a broken picket.
As she stood transfixed, with her gaze upon the house, her long dark hair blew
unrestrained in the wind.

It didn't look any different from other stately houses she had seen on her travels
along the shoreline and inlet seas of New England. It still had an air of dignity about
it with its white, clapboard-covered, multi-tiered and dormer-studded roofs, and its blue
shuttered windows. And, it seemed to be easily accessible by front, back, side, or
basement doors. As always, there were the large floor-to-ceiling windows, first and
second floor wrap-around porches, and a widow's walk sitting high atop the house. But
then, too, there was a white picket fence in disrepair, running along the front of the
property, its broken slats standing aloft, weaving in and out of the holding rails like
drunken sailors on shore leave. To complete its demeanor, the gate squeaked unattended
as it swung free from restraint. On the top floor, from a shattered window, curtains
periodically flowed through the break as gusts of wind blew wantonly through it.

The house sat imperviously on a bluff, above windswept dunes that seemed to drift
down to the sea. The open ocean beckoned as its waves washed against the fragile
shoreline. What was it about this place that caused one to silently shiver, then shudder
violently, and swiftly pass, always looking back over one's shoulder until they were a
safe distance away? No one could be sure. Was it because it stood unoccupied for
decades, appearing so alone and forbidding? Or was it because the last person to stay
there had vanished into the night after a blood-curdling scream had permeated the air?
Something had happened here. Yet, to this day, no one was really sure what.

Abigail felt a compulsion to move forward toward the house. Though her head told her
"no," she wasn't listening to her head, only to the challenge that was in her heart. In
a rash moment, she was standing inside the grand main entrance hall. Before her, the
stairs rose to the second level and above. Her heart thumped as she felt herself being
propelled forward step by step to the second floor. The click of her heels echoed
throughout the house.

From the darkened second floor hallway, she looked furtively around at the closed
doors leading to the rooms behind them and shuddered. Then she looked up. The stairs led
even further. She followed them to the third floor. Again, the doors were closed to the
rooms hidden behind them. What am I doing here?

The light flickering in from atop the house sought her attention. She again moved
forward, on up a ladder, and out to the widow's walk above. Staring at the vast ocean
before her, she wondered about the people who had once lived here, and who they might
have been searching for as they scanned the ocean, waiting for the sailing ships to
return to shore.

Abigail felt a tap on her shoulder and turned. No one was there. She laughed silently as
she shook her head. My imagination again.

Once more, her eyes sought the sea before her. There wasn't a single ship in sight.
No sails. No modern vessels. Nothing -- Just the clear blue ocean. Its waves were
washing gently upon the dunes and back again into the waters, taking with them a part of
the fragile land.

It was dark when she looked away from the sea and back into the house. If she were
going to get out, she would have to make her way through a lightless house. Then again,
she wasn't sure she wanted to leave. She would wait for morning. At least here, on the
widow's walk, she would be safe. Wouldn't she?