Dark Fantasy, Lovecraftian Fantasy, Horror, Occult and Supernatural, Witchcraft and Magic
Publication Date: October 14, 2024
Whether she’s crawling across a sweltering bayou or swimming languidly through a swamp, the bog hag watches and waits.
Join sixteen AuthorTubers as they explore the allure and mystery of the Bog Hag, turning her from a villain to a gal with a social calendar, a vendetta, or even a need to be the best she can be.
Any and all proceeds from the sales of this anthology go to Quill Cottage Wildlife, a 501C3 nonprofit.
Featuring A Murky Reckoning
Garwick Greedgill is a fisherman desperate to become a legend in the realm where he dwells. When he pulls a horrific creature up from the polluted sea, he sacrifices it to the legendary sorceress who is said to live at the center of the bog near which he dwells.
Yadira of the Roots is said to be the daughter of Nyarlathotep, the Wish-Bringer From Beyond the Stars. Will Garwick’s actions earn favor from the storied Bog Hag, or does another fate await him?
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An Aquatic Reckoning
Back at the dock, the fisherman hurried to the stables, paying the stable hand four Electrotokens to rent a cart and a pair of mules to haul his catch away. He promised to return the cart and the animals the next day.
Garwick Greedgill was thick around the midsection and had a sunken chest and narrow frame that belied the strength of his wiry arms. His leathery, tanned skin bore witness to many years spent on a boat's deck under the sun's harsh glare. His hair was a bristly mix of silver and gunmetal gray, poking through the many holes in a threadbare red cap embossed with the emblem of a long-forgotten fishing guild. A heavy forehead and scowling brow framed eyes a sickly shade of murky green, reminiscent of a polluted ocean. His broad nose bent slightly to one side courtesy of a mishap with the sail boom. Countless hours spent retrieving catch after catch left his calloused hands stained with fish scales and innards as he searched for the grand haul that always eluded him.
Garwick wore frayed puce trousers held up by a filthy, tattered flaxen rope belt. His once-bright cerise tunic, covered in various colored patches where he had mended it over the years, was threadbare. It hung loosely over his prominent belly. The soles of his scuffed brown boots were worn thin, leaving his feet vulnerable to the cold and damp. He wore a necklace of oddly shaped stones and bones that he believed would attract good luck. The longed-for luck seldom materialized.
Garwick drove the cart as close as possible to the bog extending beyond his property's edge. He lived in a ramshackle hut between the bog and a twisting, moss-covered path that led to a meandering creek. Near the hut was a dingy shed. Every corner held remnants of his profession—a collection of rusty hooks, tattered nets, and an old, cracked barrel filled with miscellaneous items of dubious worth. A box containing lucky tokens collected over the years sat on a dusty shelf. Best of all, there was a wondrous grimoire. An odor of decay emanated from the book's brown hide cover. Garwick did not mind the strange texture or unpleasant scent of the tome. Based on today's catch, the grimoire's magic had already begun to work.
About the Author
C. L. Hart, the owner and sole employee of Naughty Netherworld Press and Ornery Owl Ventures, is spoken of in hushed tones. She is an editor who writes or a writer who edits. She is also described as The Mad Scribe of the Northeastern Colorado Plains, The Terrible Old Woman, and The Author That Should Not Be. She is a member of ACES Editing Society, the Denver Horror Collective, First Coast Romance Writers, the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society, Passionate Ink (writing as Lil DeVille), Regency Romance Writers, and Rocky Mountain Romance Writers.
Ms. Hart shares a home in a remote rural town of 134 souls with her adult son and three cats. Her sense of fashion is best described as Early Twenty-First Century Unmade Bed. This disabled former nurse can usually be found arguing with herself about subplots or rehabilitating eldritch horrors.
When not penning sanity-destroying works of dystopian fiction, Lovecraftian fantasy, or old-school horror with the occasional sweet romance thrown in to upset the cosmic apple cart, Ms. Hart enjoys creating baked goods she hopes will be considered palatable by someone besides eldritch horrors.
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Supernatural / Fantasy
Date Published: July 2, 2024
Publisher: Mindstir Media
This fictional tale tells the story featuring otherworldly guardians battling malevolent creatures that manipulate the human mind. These guardians are on a quest to save Earth, embarking on an adventure-filled journey that explores the eternal struggle between good and evil, reflecting aspects of human nature. The exciting thing about our book is that it uncovers the existence of mysterious creatures living among us, who profit from human dreams while we sleep and secretly manipulate our desires, fears, and actions. These creatures weave a complex web of intrigue, leaving our readers questioning not only the nature of their dreams but the forces behind their own existence. We hope this reflection inspires our readers to replace those forces with more positive ones.
The main message of our book to our readers is to cherish the gift of life, nurture it, and understand that your talents can only be utilized through the goodwill of your hearts. Love one another and sincerely wish each other well – we are all one big family! Protect this beautiful planet; it is our only home!
About the Authors
Dennis and Victoria Arnette, siblings who reside in a mountainous region of the United States, have cherished outdoor activities and playing in nature since their youth. Their childhood, marked by a joyful environment and a close circle of friends, was filled with imaginative games where they envisioned themselves as kings, queens, knights, and robbers. They climbed trees, walls, and mountains, embracing every climbable challenge they encountered. Their adventures were further enriched by various trips with their parents. These experiences during their formative years naturally shaped them into fun-loving, hardworking, and creative individuals with vibrant imaginations.
Dennis and Victoria, while not professional writers, have always harbored the ambition to collaborate on a writing project. From an early age they were inspired by the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm. Their favorite childhood moments were spent in the evenings, listening to their parents read classic stories like "The Bremen Town Musicians," "Snow White," "Little Red Riding Hood," and "Cinderella" before bedtime. This early exposure fueled their longstanding aspiration to craft a fairy tale or a fictional story aimed at an adult audience.
During the stressful period of the pandemic, they embarked on a lighthearted project to distract themselves and bring laughter to their family. They soon realized that this project had far greater potential than initially expected. They dedicated themselves to creating this beautiful book, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as they enjoyed writing it.
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Genre: True Crime
TV 16+
Adult situations, alcohol use, sexual assault, violence
Although there are three real sacks of shit in this story competing for the title of Biggest Sack of Shit, there can only be one "winner."
Will it be Toady Tabitha, who has so little personality of her own that she'll do anything for Psycho Skank Michelle?
Will it be bully, rapist, and all-around loudmouth douchebag Butch, the object of Michelle's obsessions?
Although both of the aforementioned wastes of oxygen deserve the title Worthless Sack of Shit, my vote for the Biggest Sack of Shit is Michelle. This walking trash fire pretends to be Laurie's friend. However, Michelle shows her true colors when she becomes enraged after she finds Butch raping Laurie.
Michelle was angry at Butch for raping Laurie, right? So, what's the problem?
Nah.
Michelle was angry at Laurie for "seducing" Butch.
Michelle turns other members of their friend group against Laurie. When several of these classmates witness Michelle brutally beating Laurie in a parking lot behind a movie theatre, they feel she's gone too far. Not Tabitha, though. This useless specimen of human garbage couldn't resist competing for the title of Biggest Sack of Shit. But that questionable title goes to none other than Michelle, the Murdering Mistress of Manipulation.
Although I'm committed to my stance against the death penalty because I never want an innocent person to be erroneously executed, slime like Michelle, Butch, and Tabitha make me consider changing my view on the subject. These three really are the worst.
Unfortunately, Butch was released from prison in 2003. Tabitha was released on December 21, 2019. Apparently, Michelle is still in prison.
This movie is based on the book Overkill by Lyn Riddle.
NEW RELEASE
Book Title: Divided Road
Author: Anne Barwell
Publisher: LaceDragon Publishing
Cover Artist: Covers by Jo (Jo Clement)
Release Date: October 29, 2024
Tense/POV: 3rd person/past tense
Genres: Contemporary MM Romance, Rock band
Tropes: Small Town Romance
Themes: Fate, Family
Length: 59 000 words/219 pages
Heat Rating: 3 flames
It’s part of The Road to Rocktoberfest, but all books stand alone and do not end on a cliffhanger.
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The chance of a lifetime or their final performance?
Owen Stanton has been a member of the Kiwi band Flightless since high school. So far, he’s managed to walk the fine line between playing fiddle for the band and pursuing his classical violin career.
An opportunity arises to audition for a prestigious string quartet, and Owen takes his family’s advice to go for it. After all, it’s not like he’s going to make the cut, right? And if he does, the decision won’t have to be made until after the band’s highly anticipated performance at a popular New Zealand music festival.
Jared Murphy joins Flightless when their keyboard player faces a family crisis and needs to take a break. Soon he and Owen are writing music together and creating something beautiful between them. It’s a shame it won’t last. After all, Jared’s only standing in.
When the once in a lifetime invitation comes for the band to play at Rocktoberfest, decisions need to be made, even if taking the right path may end up in divided roads.
Divided Road is a book in the multi-author Road to Rocktoberfest 2024 series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see what trouble our bands get into next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back, load up your kindle and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!
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Caught up in the music, Jared hummed along with the harmony he added underneath, his voice merging with Owen’s, then breaking away. After a few moments, he stopped, realising that everyone else had stopped playing.
He flushed, heat spreading through him. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t intend to do that and barge into your solo. I won’t do it again.”
“Lincoln didn’t say you could sing,” Owen said slowly.
“I don’t, usually.” Jared had a passable voice and could hold a melody, but mainly only sang in the shower. However, something about being with the band had shaken off his inhibitions, and he’d joined in like he and Owen had sung together forever.
Owen and Clay exchanged a look before Clay spoke. “Your voice is great and added to the song. If you want to sing again, you should. We’ll tell you if it’s not working, but I think it will.”
“Patterns in the Sand is a love song.” Owen hesitated. “I wrote it, thinking of two guys. Clay’s our lead singer, but not the timbre I heard in my head. Yours is.”
“I don’t want….” Bad enough that Jared was taking Lincoln’s spot. He didn’t want to get too comfortable and encroach on anyone else’s role.
“We’ve all sung on different songs,” Clay reassured him. “I’m happy to step back and support you and Owen in this one. If you want to, of course. Singing in public is way different to doing it here.”
“I’d like to, if that’s okay,” Jared said shyly. He’d never been asked to do anything like this before. “I’ll give it a go at least.”
“Right, that’s sorted then.” Rachel sounded delighted. “I think you’re going to be a great fit, Jared. Welcome to Flightless.”
“Thanks. I won’t let you down.”
About the Author
Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with kitty siblings Byron and Marigold, who are already running the house and causing havoc.
Anne works in a library, is an avid reader and watcher of a wide range of genres, and is constantly on the look-out for more hours in her day. She likes to write in series and even so called one shots seem to breed more plot bunnies. Her writing is like her reading - across a range of genres, although her favourites are paranormal, fantasy, SF, and historical. Music often plays a part in her stories and/or her characters are musicians.
She also hosts and reviews for other authors, and writes monthly blog posts for Love Bytes. She is the co-founder of the New Zealand Rainbow Romance writers, and a member of RWNZ. Her books have received honourable mentions five times, reached the finals four times—one of which was for best gay book—and been a runner up in the Rainbow Awards.
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Nonfiction
Date Published: May 21, 2024
Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
"EVEN THOUGH LIFE KNOCKED ME TO MY KNEES, GOD HAD ALREADY EQUIPPED ME WITH THE POWER TO GET BACK UP!... I JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT YET!"
This is an unvarnished account of how a vibrant little boy's life was transformed perpetually after taking a simple vaccine: the flu shot!
Author, Michelle Mouille, thought the inoculation would protect her son from illness but was sorely mistaken. When her firstborn was just five years old, their world changed forever!
Flu Shot Gone Wrong shares the story of Maurice Lamkin Jr., who after receiving the vaccine, was plunged into a sea of surgeries, hospital stays, and developmental setbacks. Follow along as Maurice tenaciously battles for his life, defies all odds after Divine Intervention, and touches the hearts of everyone with his unwavering perseverance.
This story is not only about remaining steadfast in the face of tragedy but also encompasses the true meaning of faith, hope, love, and the ultimate will to survive! Journey through one mother's fight to never give up on her son despite insurmountable opposition and witness the extraordinary signs, wonders, and miracles that ensued thereafter.
The power of prayer and the unlimited grace of God detailed within this riveting memoir is undeniable, and the tangible presence of the Lord is observed throughout!
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ABOUT THE AUTHORMs. Michelle Mouille, a native Texan, is a devoted mother, determined advocate, three-time Tae Kwon Do Olympic champion, Christian speaker, and entrepreneur. She is President and Founder of Wish For The Sky Brain Injury Foundation, a 501(c)(3) non-profit foundation granting wishes to children with brain injury, epilepsy, and autism. They also hold community events for the public free of charge, such as their Christmas Give Back and Tacos and Testimonies faith-filled event. Currently, Ms. Mouille is spearheading proposed legislation for vaccine reform.
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(Hounds of Hell MC)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense
Date Published: November 1, 2024
Margot -- I've loved Ryder since we were kids, but he's never been the type to stick with anyone for long. Being a deputy sheriff means I see the world differently--by the law. He’s the opposite. The Mafia took my father from me. When they return to threaten everything I care about, including Ryder, I realize the line between right and wrong isn’t so clear. If we’re going to survive this, I’ll need Ryder’s strength. Maybe this time, we’ll face danger together.
Ryder -- Margot’s been right in front of me for years, but I’m the guy who never sticks around. Commitment? Not for me. Now she’s all I see. When the Mafia comes after the Hounds, everything is at stake. Margot’s not just a deputy sheriff -- she’s the woman I’ve always needed. The woman I love. I’ll die before I let anything happen to her.
Alert! The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
EXCERPT
Ryder
The next day Ryder smiled to read the text from Margot Donner.
Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you later today.
They’d become close after her mother’s death. She was the only woman he’d ever kept as a friend for years and never fucked. Yeah, she was a cop, but she was one of his favorite people.
“What are you grinning about?” Beast asked, shifting pillows behind Ryder’s back.
Ryder wasn’t admitting to shit. He had a reputation to maintain. “Just waiting to hear Axel got these fuckers,” Ryder told him, groaning as the bigger biker hauled him up into a sitting position on the bed.
“That’s it, huh?” Beast went over to the desk in Ryder’s room at the clubhouse, lifted off a tray that held his lunch.
Beast’s dark-eyed gaze was filled with humor. His muscular friend, with his wild fringe of dark hair, towered over Ryder in the bed. Once he situated the tray in front of Ryder, his beefy arms folded across the wide expanse of his chest. The face of the dark wolf inked on his friend’s forearm drew his attention with its sinister gaze.
“Maybe,” Ryder said, steadying the tray on his lap, shaking his head. His MC brothers were still feeding him soup and applesauce. “Can I get something solid?”
Beast shook his head. “Nah, you need to heal up.”
Ryder snorted. “I’m full of fucking holes. I’m surprised this shit isn’t running right out of me the minute I eat it.”
The chime of Beast’s phone had him fishing his device out of his pocket. “Yep?”
The deep voice on the other end of the phone sounded like Hero.
Ryder tried hard to listen -- he knew his twin brother was handling things, especially with his girl in danger. Still irked him greatly that he couldn’t be there to fight at Axel’s side. To have his back. That had always been the deal between them. To always have each other’s back.
As Beast listened to whatever Hero said, Ryder let his head fall back against the pillows with a deep sigh. Alex, now Axel, had been born first by seven minutes. A fact his twin had never thrown in his face, never used at all. And Axel certainly earned the part of the older brother even though they were identical. Axel could be counted on when Ryder needed him. If he was hung over from a night of partying, Axel let him stay home and took up the slack at work. When he got himself into the occasional fight, Axel tipped the scales if he’d underestimated the other guy. Or came to bail him out.
Ryder also had spent years watching his brother earn everyone’s respect. His brother and Hero made all the business decisions for the garage. When it came to dirty jobs the club needed doing, Axel was among the first approached. Cool-headed and calculating, Axel didn’t miss a damn thing.
Ryder didn’t command the same respect. He wasn’t disrespected. And he got important jobs from the club. Okay, maybe Ryder wasn’t as cool and calculated as his twin. But he was a good shot, a damn good fighter with any weapon or hand-to-hand combat. And when crazy was called for? He could do crazy all day long.
Yes, Ryder was a ladies’ man. Axel took comfort from the occasional sweet butt although not to the extent Ryder did. He liked the ladies and didn’t limit himself to the ones who came to every party fishing for a Hound to claim her as his old lady. He liked his women fast and flashy, like his bikes. Ryder appreciated a nice ride.
Unlike his bikes, he never stayed with any woman more than a few weeks. “Love” was amazing the first few weeks. But as attachment tried to take hold, Ryder felt himself being strangled by those thin vines of commitment.
“It’s done,” Beast told him, ending the call. “Sounds like a fucking free-for-all. Sheriff Sawyer got to the Mafia guys first, then once our guys got there, Axel beat the shit out of his girl’s ex. Probably the same fucker who shot you and killed Elsie and Clyde over at Cowboy Pete’s.”
Ryder smiled. He knew Axel would deal with it.
“The guy dead?” Ryder asked, bracing for regret. It would have been nice to put down the guy who shot him full of holes -- or gave the order -- himself.
“Nah,” Beast told him. “Sawyer took him in.”
That could spell trouble down the road.
“At least Axel’s old lady is a little safer,” the other biker told him as he wandered out of his room. “Until they let him out.”
Axel’s old lady.
Everyone called her Angel but if he remembered rightly, her name was Sadie. Was she his twin’s old lady?
Yeah, the way it started out, Ryder’d assumed she was some sort of pity thing his brother had taken on. But weeks went by after she decided to hide in Mercy, and his brother stayed close to her all that time. By the time her ex and his men found her, yeah, he had to admit they’d felt like a couple. The young woman looked at his brother like a knight in shining armor. That wasn’t anything new. Ryder had seen that before. His brother had a soft spot for women and kids.
It wasn’t until the party Saturday night when Axel brought her to the clubhouse that it hit Ryder. The way his twin looked at her. Damn. He should have noticed before. His brother had found love, and he knew next to nothing about the woman except she’d been horribly abused by her ex and looked at his brother like he hung the fucking moon.
Shouldn’t he know something about his brother’s girl? If she was in Axel’s life, she’d be in his too. Hell, they’d brought her to the clubhouse a couple of days ago to keep her safe. Ryan heard her hustling around beyond his door. She never popped in to check on him though.
Lying still with the pain bleeding vividly into his awareness, Ryder reached for his pain meds, taking a double dose now that he knew his brother was safe. His brother had saved his girl and beat the fucking bad guy. Axel had to be feeling pretty good about things about now.
Ryder tried to shift on the bed to make himself comfortable, willing the pills to take the pain away sooner rather than later.
He and Axel couldn’t have been further apart in life right now. His brother was the conquering hero, setting things right for his girl and his dumbass twin brother. Ryder went home with a girl, and she got shot in the face, killed. Ryder got shot with her, providing the enemy with a weak board in the fence. They had to take him out of the hospital to keep him safe from the Mafia until Axel resolved it. Didn’t that make him a useless pile of shit?
Before his eyes slid shut, his gaze fell on his phone. He realized he’d never answered Margot, and he wanted to before he crashed. Lifting the phone in his shaking hand, he read back over the conversation.
Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you later today.
About the Author
Jamie Targaet is the author of the Hounds of Hell MC. She's anxious to introduce you to this club of gorgeous, dominant men and the lucky women who surrender to them. The ride is going to get wild at times, not going to lie. But there's thrilling action, scorching hot sex scenes, and all the feels.
Jamie writes erotic romance for Changeling Press, a little fanfiction on the side, and she's an aspiring horror writer in another life. She enjoys time with her family (including the fur babies). She likes good horror movies and shows, emo metal and classic rock, and time spent in other worlds writing and reading. She loves hearing from readers and is looking forward to hearing from you.
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Historical Fiction
Date Published: Sept. 29 2024
Publisher: Jan-Carol Publishing, Inc.
Three women, Callie, Lillian, and Lydia faced an adversary that would change their lives forever. He resided in the only home that Callie had ever known, ensnaring her into his vicious web of dominance and cruelty. His insatiable thirst for exacting fear soon traps Lillian and Lydia in his household. In due course, his own demise takes him down the road of no return.
About the Author
Sharon is a first-time author, retired nurse, mother, and grandmother. She grew up in the Appalachian Mountains and writes with a deep appreciation and admiration for women who live there. She chronicles the life of each character so her readers can be inspired by and benefit from their remarkable stories.
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From a nose that's a tad too big, to a giggle that lights up the room, you are perfect, just the way you are.
Witness the charm of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the whimsy of the Mona Lisa's smile, and the joyous laughter of a girl who's unapologetically herself. Meet a dad whose scar tells a story of bravery, and see how even a heart with a band-aid has its own perfect place in the world.
Discover why the most beautiful thing in the world is to be fearlessly, wonderfully, uniquely you!
About the Author
Meet Cara Davis. She lives in East Nashville with her two kids, a dog, a cat, a rabbit, and two chickens. Cara really likes to check out fun places nearby and listen to music when she’s not writing stories like this!
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Psychological Thriller
Date Published: 03/25/2024
Publisher: Great Whale Books
The wedding was weeks away for two young lovers, who had counted themselves lucky to have found one another. Then, it was over, as one of them abruptly disappeared. Audrey was not abducted. Not exactly. She was not taken against her will. Rather, her will itself had been taken. Coerced and controlled. Deceived and derailed. Matthias cannot walk away from the catastrophe, though he has nothing to go on, and is in the dark beyond all personal darkness he has ever known . . .
The Contraption is a novel that deals with the challenges faced by a woman who has been recruited into a dangerous, coercive religious cult. Her fiancé is left not knowing even where she is. Her name has been changed and she has been relocated to another state. The cult, Church of the Mountain of Radiance, is an all-controlling psychological prison.
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“Have you ever wondered what was special about all the great geniuses and special people of history? Was it genetics? No. They were simply able to align their minds with the great field of Spherules, and transition off into eternities of infinite radiance! Only with the emergence of the Beneficence, Earnest Seamark, fifty years ago, was there a real hope for the average person to align, and ascend. Why do you think we even have a consciousness, anyway?”
As unexpected and unreal as this shpiel was, there was something about the women themselves, especially the one who seemed to be in the lead. She believed it. The others did, too. And Audrey had not ever seen anything like their belief. Nor had she ever felt the warmth and depth of love these strangers had for her. So, what was the reality that drove their belief?
Standing alone with them in the empty park in muted morning light, a moment of the surreal took shape. It felt and looked like a scene from an old black-and-white arthouse movie.
Did Audrey want to try to align her mind with the boundless sea of the spheres?
Audrey did.
Sheer curiosity, as much as anything, launched her into what became multiple hours of subtle head movements. Mostly it was with eyes closed, sometimes facing the sun, other times face down. Alignment could be a matter of microns. The pineal gland behind the forehead and the medulla at the base of the brain stem had to form an equilateral triangle with one single Spherule in the array. Feel your way. The conjunction had to hold long enough that her consciousness recognized what was happening.
The tiny spheres could vary in size or spacing depending on location, and some other conditions, but on that morning, at that place, things were said to be especially promising. One of the ladies quickly aligned, and cooed and sang about the loveliness of it. Two of them eventually were in, but the third was dedicated to helping Audrey.
It was fatiguing beyond words, the precise positioning of her head. At more than one point she was sure she would fall over, or scream out – What in hell was this all about?! They kept talking to her, trying to help her find “it.”
She thought she saw a fuzzy, indistinct blob or ball in her mind’s eye.
“I think … I see something,” she said.
“Is it perfectly spherical?!” the leading lady wanted to know.
“It was. I don’t really see it anymore,” Audrey said.
“You were almost there,” she informed her . . .
. . . They had told her she would easily be able to deal with her various responsibilities while she studied Ascendant Scripture. They spoke of how she and Matthias should get married at a Mountain of Radiance center. But for now, she had to keep it all entirely quiet. She was so new to the understanding of MOR that she was not authorized to speak about it to others just yet. There could be some legal issues involved with doing so, too. Intellectual property and copyright considerations, they said. She didn’t understand what that could be. But anyway, just for the time being, they said, it was imperative to keep all of this to yourself.
She recalled having every intention of continuing on with her past affiliations. All of them. The marriage was still on. It had been a few days since she had spoken to Matt. But she had to get things all straightened out regarding the new paradigm of reality that had hit her like a floodlight in the face. After she came to a proper place to pause in her scriptural studies, she had planned on picking right back up with everyone. She had to have things together in her head so that she had something cogent, or at least coherent, to say to Matt and the family.
That had been the plan. But after myriad on-line study modules, all-day seminars at a hotel, the Spherule alignments, the group outreach sessions to higher-order sentient forms, and the three-day formal Adherency Inception ceremony in her white-draped bedroom, her previous life was finished. All of that was dead. True life, life in the light, began in a very big way.
About the Author
The author, Barton A. Stewart, is a long time student of the cult phenomenon, and literary fiction. The Contraption marries together his two long time interests. Stewart has lived all over the United States, is presently single, and currently calls Metro Boston home. His book will be among the most realistic fictional depictions of the kinds of things that can happen in cases like this. Avoiding the sensationalism of so many novels on this subject, Stewart offers a look into another world, which unfortunately exists in the here and now.
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Why Pain and Suffering Are Our Greatest Teachers
Self-Help
Date Published: August 26, 2024
Publisher: Mindstir Media
Have you ever questioned the importance behind the pain, suffering, and desperation we feel in life? Often times, it's easy for us to lose ourselves in the moment and not see the big picture of things. Yes, pain is uncomfortable, suffering is horrible, and desperation makes us feel like we're losing ourselves before we've had the opportunity to find ourselves. Often times, these emotions have so much they can teach us, yet we avoid them because we don't want to experience any kind of suffering in our lives.
In Why We Fall, I take you through a journey to uncover the truth behind the importance of these emotions in our lives. I walk you through the importance of learning to understand them and how to find the best way to cope with them. It's not an easy journey, but once you grasp the concepts and ideas that we'll discuss in the pages of this book, you'll find that living a fulfilling life and one that you feel satisfied with, has never been easier.
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It’s not easy. Before we move on, remember this. It’s like going against your own nature. You’re programmed to behave in a certain way. Your genetic code tells you that it’s ok to be the victim and to believe that everything that happens to you happens because there is a certain type of secret conspiracy working against you. We enjoy and crave being the victim. It’s comfortable and we like it. Easy things are what the mind naturally cherishes the most. Well, we’re going against this. We’re going to challenge ourselves to stop feeling sorry for ourselves and instead begin to think in a “problem-solving” mentality.
A true warrior has their values so aligned with God that no matter what happens they know that everything is happening according to God’s plan. There’s no need to feel scared or uncertain because they know that God is testing them and making sure that they’re following the right path. A true warrior knows that they’re going to be tough times and that they need to find ways to solve them because only then will they be able to say that they got stronger. Only then can they actually find a sign of improvement. Only then can they feel like they’re making progress and moving on. Even when they fall, they fall forward. Falling back is not an option for them, because they know that that’s letting the victim’s mentality kick in, and they don’t do that anymore.
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