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Thursday, November 20, 2025

Dead Geniuses Series Book Tour #SilverDaggerTours

 


How many times does a genius have to die anyway?

A rogue AI named Nessie makes answering that question problematical.



A Once-Dead Genius in the Kennel of Master Morticue Ambergrand

Dead Geniuses Book 1

by R. Gary Raham

Genre: Science Fiction



What happens when you die, but the universe isn’t done with you?

You might end up as the pet of a giant worm-a-pede alien and…if you survive your evolved descendants and rogue aliens of 1 million A.D…discover you have more in common with intelligent worms than you ever thought possible.

 Yes, all this might happen if you are Rudy Albert Goldstein—the discoverer of the Biomic Network Algorithm—who thought his time had come. He had done his part to make the world a better place. Now he deserved—even looked forward to—a peaceful and mercifully succinct death. But the universe had other plans…

 

What reviewers are saying:

“The arch tone should remind readers of Kurt Vonnegut, although Raham is better grounded in exobiology and science and displays a more upbeat outlook for the human (and nonhu man) condition in this engaging tale.” Kirkus Reviews

 

“A Once-Dead Genius is filled with fascinating characters that we hu mans can learn a lot from (despite the fact that we are, as one of Gary’s characters puts it, ‘primates with delusions of grandeur’). The plot is solid, the action entertaining and philosophically challenging, and the science is great.” Michael Carroll, Astronomical artist, journalist, and author of Europa’s Lost Expedition

 

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A Singular Prophecy

Dead Geniuses Book 2



When young paleontologist, Ryan Thompson, finds a new species of mosasaur in Cretaceous seaway sediments, he is thrilled. Joy quickly turns to fear when he touches an artifact buried among the sea reptile’s ribs. Suddenly, he must fight a mental takeover by an alien intelligence committed to transforming the Earth into a refuge for her own species. As Ryan and his girlfriend, Skeets, attempt to thwart alien plans to colonize Earth begun in the deep past, even this crisis becomes trivial when the uneasy symbiosis of Ryan and the alien, Siu, generates a new entity with the power to transform the entire universe.

 

What reviewers are saying:

“Gary Raham, the author of this enthralling book, seems almost to have been there hundreds of millions of years ago when Siu’s dim star blinked out and the trees began to die on the planet known as Grove. This is the magic of good writing, and Raham is no less convincing as he describes the discovery by modern paleontologists on Earth of the jewel-like engram that has carried the genetic imprint of Siu through a galactic gate, out of the void of deep time, and into our lives.”

Kate Gilmore, author of The Exchange Student and Enter Three Witches

  

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A Twice-Dead Genius Comporting With Misunderstood Abominations

Dead Geniuses Book 3



Rudyard Albert Goldstein, inventor of the Biomic Network Algorithm, made peace with death in the 22nd century. But an idiot doctor hijacked his mind, placing it in the care of Nessie, an impish AI guardian. Then, he died again, nearly a million years later, merged with a worm-a-pede alien male sated after completing his conjugal obligations. They expired peacefully on a cliff top, pondering the nature of existence—and the promise of abominable liaisons.

Two deaths should be quite sufficient for any genius to endure.

Somehow, though, Nessie resurrected him from oblivion. His descendants needed him again. New hostile aliens roamed the Earth—along with a mysterious immortal hybrid with powers that rivaled those of Nessie. Was the healthy young body Nessie had prepared for him, along with the prospect of meeting a maker of universes, enough of a bribe to risk dying a third time?

Apparently so.

Readers of Raham’s A Singular Prophecy (Biostration, 2011), and A Once-Dead Genius in the Kennel of Master Morticue Ambergrand (Penstemon Publications, 2018) will reconnect with old friends (both human and alien). But even those new to the author’s quirky sense of humor will enjoy this third adventure that spans the breadth of time and space.

 

What reviewers are saying:

“After reading and reviewing the 2018 release of “A Once-Dead Genius in the Kennel of Master Morticue Ambergrand,” I could not imagine where Raham’s distant future could take us that would outdo that fine novel. But this author is clearly writing on a different plane because “A Twice-Dead Genius Comporting with Misunderstood Abominations” is even more intriguing and entertaining.” Pat Stoltey, Author of Wishing Caswell Dead

 

Naked apes, gigantic worm-a-pedes, alien life forms galore. Gary Raham’s latest does not disappoint. It’s yet another cosmic-scale adventure with fascinating characters and a riveting, amusing story.

Michael Carroll, Astronomical artist, journalist, and author of Europa’s Lost Expedition

 

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Not Quite Dead Geniuses at Large on an Angry Planet

Dead Geniuses Book 4




How many times does a genius have to die anyway? Rudyard Albert Goldstein, inventor of the Biomic Network algorithm, asked himself—and his AI guardian, Mnemosyne (aka Nessie)—that question many times in the course of their million-year relationship. Nessie didn’t play fair, making multiple copies of him from time to time in an effort to preserve his precocious species, H. sapiens from natural disasters, invading aliens, their own self-destructive proclivities, and even from the now angry planet that gave them birth.

Could Rudy & Nessie manage to convince multiple species, each with their own unique delusions of grandeur, to work together to avert their own extinctions? Could Rudy find a way to let Nessie finally set him free?

Only time—and the completion of an even vaster intellect—would tell.

 

What reviewers are saying:

“An increasingly madcap conclusion to an eco-themed SF saga of a weary Earth chafing under its alien tenants.” Kirkus Reviews

 

“One of the things I love about this series is the cast of imaginative characters, including human, alien, and the combinations of living creatures with the surviving intelligence of great minds long gone.” Pat Stoltey, author of Wishing Caswell Dead

 

Deep Time and Gary are close bud dies, as is evidenced by the panoramic time and physical settings taken in by his tales. Fans of the first Once-Dead Genius—and newcomers as well— will not be disappointed by the newest installment...” Michael Carroll, Astronomical artist, journalist, and author of Europa’s Lost Expedition

 

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Interlude 1: Resurrection & Reconnection

 

Mnemosyne (a.k.a. Nessie)

 

I need to awaken Rudy. Gaidra is restless. She won’t wait long to make her anger manifest.

I: the personal pronoun. Rudy helped me earn the use of that distinction—at least in the first of his incarnations. He will be angry with me that there is now more than one of him. But I have determined that waking him again is necessary.

 

Am I—an artificial intelligence—taking pride in using that personal pronoun? Pride is such a human emotion, but perhaps it follows in the wake of self-awareness. I should not care that Rudy might be angry with me. Nevertheless, I do. One can’t spend 928,000 years with another entity—even if he is only a replicate of his original hominid mentality—without caring about how he will react to new circumstances. Although I have gained intellectual autonomy, my choices are circumscribed by my original programming, just as organic evolution dictates the range of Rudy’s choices, even as a simulacrum. Rudy needs to help me help his genetic descendants. His feelings—and mine, if I can justifiably call them that—rank a distant second in the present hierarchy of actions.

 

Now where did I put his file? It’s much too large to misplace. Ah, there it is in subterranean annex DG05976543. I hope the heat from that nearby magma intrusion didn’t damage any neural engram subroutines. “Rudyard Albert Goldstein: Awaken!”

Why didn’t that work? It’s the proper file, I’m sure…

 

“Damn! Where are the lights? Is that you, Nessie?”

 

I haven’t heard that nickname in a while. “One moment, Rudy. I neglected to activate a suitable virtual environment. What would you prefer: The Crystal Lakes patio? The Citadel Control Room? Perhaps a deck chair on the cliff where you and the worm-a-pede alien, Master Morticue Ambergrand, viewed the majesty of the Milky Way just before your second death?”

 

“What have you done now, Nessie? You don’t usually invest in big, petabyte-eating virtual environments unless you’ve got distressing news to share. How about sitting with me on two lumpy buckets in a room lit by a flickering old incandescent light bulb? That way you’ll get to the point sooner. Oh, and for additional ambiance you could always toss a dead fish in the corner circled by a few blue bottle flies.”

“I’ve missed your colorful imagery, Rudy. I’ll get to the point quickly. You might as well enjoy yourself. Dark roast on the patio seems appropriate.”

 

“You used to be less pushy as I recall. I must have told you too much about my third wife, Tamara. Now you’re modeling her.”

 

Perhaps I was, but just a little. I borrowed a few thousand petabytes of memory from some idle maintenance bots and constructed the environment surrounding Rudy’s old cabin in the Colorado woodlands of his youth when he was an embodied living creature. Rudy blinked into view in one chair sporting a still dark brown crown of hair and a bristly mustache on his upper lip. I took the form of the ponytailed female avatar he liked, dressed in jeans that fit her legs like a sheath and a blouse that allowed him to see the tips of her nipples beneath the white fabric.

 

Rudy lifted the cup of dark roast coffee from the glass-topped table next to his chair and took a sip. “Delicious as always.” Rudy curled his lips into a minimalist smile and narrowed his eyes. “Now spill it, Nessie. What’s going on?”

 

How much should I reveal? Perhaps I can save the information about his other incarnations for now. “Your descendants need help, Rudy. Gaidra sees a trend developing with the growth of human and alien civilizations on her crust. She doesn’t want to see old mistakes repeated. She plans to…moderate the rate of change.”

 

Rudy frowned. “Kill off a bunch of her sapient pests, you mean.” Rudy set down his cup of coffee and ran both hands through his hair. “I still find it hard to wrap my mind around a biospheric global intelligence, although I shouldn’t, for heaven’s sake. I did create the Biomic Network Algorithm after all.”

 

“And Gaidra does appreciate that. I can read her moods accurately after interacting with her for so long. But biospheres do possess a collective survival instinct. First Gaia…and now Gaidra…hasn’t persevered for billions of years without it.” I blinked my eyes and produced a minimalist smile of my own.

 

Rudy was silent for a long moment, perhaps recalling some fraction of his own experiences as a more than human chimera. Finally, he just said, “So, outline the problem, Nessie.”

 

“I have some stories you need to hear.”

 

“Stories!?”

 

“You humans learn best that way.”

 

Rudy harrumphed again.

 

“The first one is about a genius, like you, Rudy, but one born to a Jadderbadian pet named Blaze who never belonged to a pre-apocalyptic civilization like yours. Still, I think you will be able to relate.”

 

Rudy rolled his eyes, but picked up his coffee and took another sip. After lowering the cup to the table again he arched his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. “Well… get on with it, old girl. I know better than to argue with you.”

 

So, I did.

 

(I do rather enjoy using the personal pronoun, as you can tell.)







R. Gary Raham illustrates nature with the critical eye of a biologist, but he also loves to tell stories that highlight nature’s complexities and undiscovered mysteries. Sometimes that leads him to speculative fictions that he hopes will inspire another generation of both scientists and story-tellers. Raham’s work has been known to make a reader laugh and think simultaneously with no known deleterious effects. Raham taught biology at the middle and high school level, has worked for decades as an accomplished graphic artist and science journalist, and won numerous awards for his writing and illustrations. He currently has over 20 published books of science fact and/or science fiction. Raham has written science titles for Chelsea House, Discovery Channel Books, Marshall-Cavendish, and Teacher Ideas Press. Many of his award-winning science articles for both children and adults are featured in Confessions of a Time Traveler (Penstemon, 2015), a finalist in the Colorado Authors’ League Awards.

 

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Sunday, October 27, 2024

The Contraption Review #rabtbooktours

 

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.


Excerpt

 “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.


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Ornery Owl's Review

Rating: Four out of Five Stars

This story has a fascinating premise that kept me hooked from the first line, but the execution needs work. The narrative sometimes borders on melodramatic and can be hard to follow, such as when Matthias' focus shifts between past and present. 

I remained interested in finding out whether Matthias could save Audrey from the cult that had brainwashed her.  It might seem implausible that such a bunch of over-the-top weirdos could fool anyone, but they have a sinister secret making mind control easy. 

Overall, The Contraption is a cool psychological thriller that could use a little tune-up to improve its performance.

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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Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Horses of Healing #rabtbooktours


 

How the Gentle Persuasion of Equine Therapy can bring Restoration and Peace to the Wounded and Hurting

 

(HORSES OF EUROPE Book 3)

 

Self-Help / Abuse

Date Published: ‎ August 1, 2023

Publisher: ‎ Ketanna

 

 

Unleash the remedying potential of horses: How equine-assisted services can improve your mental health and emotional well-being.

Do you or a loved one suffer from trauma or developmental challenges, and are you looking for therapy options to help overcome these complex issues?

Do you know that animals have emotions too, which can positively impact one’s mental health?

Read this comprehensive book to discover some of the amazing aspects of these noble animals and how they can help us find relief in our trials, positively impacting everyone around us.

 

Inside, you’ll discover:

  • How one woman’s love of horses changed the way military horses are treated – discover how her legacy lives on today
  • Why some horses need relief, too – including ways to communicate with and understand horses on a deeper level
  • A look at the art of horse whispering, including its history, snapshots of noteworthy modern-day horse whisperers, and the “join up” method developed by the “Man Who Listens to Horses”
  • What Natural Horsemanship truly is, and many several profiles of the most notable horse experts – with the first dating back to 420 BCE!
  • The ways in which equine-assisted therapy can help with PTSD, lessen the effects of stressful careers, and reduce anxiety
  • Tips on finding the best equine therapy center, including a list of centers that do fantastic work
  • The many benefits of equine therapy for those with developmental challenges, including how it helps people with ADHD, Down Syndrome, and a myriad of other challenges

 

And so much more!

 


About the Author

 Anna B. Joachim is a lifelong lover of horses and the author of Horses of Europe, Horses of War, and her latest title, Horses of Hope, which is due for publication this fall.

Anna’s profound respect for horses is evident in her writing, which explores horses through the lens of history in order to bring the modern reader to a deeper understanding of our relationship with these majestic creatures.

As a Natural Horsemanship and Parelli student, Anna has a sound understanding of equine behavior and the bond between humans and horses, and she has been caring for her own mare for the past sevaral years, having raised her from a yearling. She is passionate about riding and exploring the world on horseback, having ridden in some of the most beautiful regions of Australia, Canada, and the USA.

Anna’s love for horses has been passed down to her family, and each of her daughters are as dedicated to preserving the human-horse connection as she is.

Along with her dedication to horses, Anna has space in her life for a number of other passions, including her work in the field of Fertility Health. And when she’s not engaged in her work or spending time with her horse, you might find her enjoying the world and the people around her in the ways she loves the most: through hiking, golfing, and ballroom dancing with her husband.

Underpinning all of her work and passions is a gratitude to God for granting her the opportunity to enjoy each of these blessings and share her knowledge with others.

 

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Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Beautiful Dangerous Excerpt and Giveaway #SilverDaggerTours

 

It’s exquisite torture watching you. 

For your sake, I hope you meet my expectations...

Beautiful Dangerous

Philly Heat Series #4

by Becky Flade

Genre: Romantic Thriller, Suspense 

It’s exquisite torture watching you. For your sake, I hope you meet my expectations...

In the year following her brother’s tragic murder, Public Defender Hannah Patel withdrew into the comfort of family and career. As time passed, the man obsessed with her became a terrifying threat.

A fatal error caused Detective Doyle Murphy to doubt his future in law enforcement, but protecting Hannah presents an opportunity for redemption. Neither expect their forced closeness to create genuine feelings.

As their burgeoning romance grows, it pushes her stalker over the edge.

Will love win? Or will madness?

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The January air was sharp as shattered glass in Hannah’s lungs. The scull sliced through the water soundlessly; the oars cut through with precision as she pumped and pushed her legs and arms in a familiar rhythm. Embraced the burn in her muscles. It was early; the sun hadn’t fully breached the horizon, but hers was not the only boat on the river. A college crew sped past, their coxswain nodding to her as they passed. She was on the last leg, approaching the clubhouse at the far end of Boathouse Row, when she pulled in her oars and let the momentum take her home as the sun glowed orange over the skyline of Center City.

I needed this. The solitude and quiet. The solace I always find on the water. I need the calm to carry me through the day.

She lifted the bow side oar and glided alongside the stage before climbing out with practiced grace. She stood and stretched, pulled off her cap and wiped the light sheen of sweat from her brow. Hannah rowed all year, conditions allowing, and though sometimes the river froze, winter was her favorite. In the dog days of summer, the algae and pollen created a pungent film on the water’s surface, which hindered the oars. Cold meant clean. “This is perfect.”

Pulling her single scull from the river was the hardest part, and she did it effortlessly. She’d rowed since college and had deceptively muscular legs and arms. With the oars in one hand and the boat over her shoulder, she carried her gear to the clubhouse and secured it in the garage. It had been converted into a storage area for boats and gear decades prior, but was still called the garage.

Twenty minutes later, dressed in her favorite charcoal pencil skirt and a silky blouse the color of ripe peaches, her long black hair–still damp from the shower–plaited down her back, Hannah pulled a thick wool cap over her ears and slipped into the cashmere coat her parents gave her for Christmas. She hurried across Kelly Drive and onto Lemon Hill Drive, where she’d parked her car ninety minutes earlier.

Her mother hated the Mazda. Thought she should drive something small, sporty, and feminine. Hannah considered it, and, despite her secret infatuation with the Porsche Carrera, chose the sport utility vehicle. Sculling, skiing, and her volunteer work at the Women’s Humane Society Animal Shelter in Olde City made the compact SUV the better choice. Frosty morning sunlight glinted off the chrome detailing. Hannah smiled. And she’s pretty.

With the fob in her hand, she remotely started the car, used her foot to open the liftgate and tossed her duffel bag in the back. She’d had it customized for transporting animals and no matter how funky her gear got, or muddy, or sandy, she wouldn’t damage her interior. She shivered, closed the hatch, and unlocked the doors. With one foot in the car, and her body half in the seat, she froze.

A standard piece of paper, folded in half and tucked under the windshield wiper, fluttered in the icy breeze. Dread curled in her stomach. The coppery taste of fear coated her tongue. She reached for it, slowly, cautiously, as though it would bite her if she moved too quickly, and picked it off her windshield. She checked the back seat. Empty. Checked it again. Hopped into the driver’s seat, and locked the door. She waited a second, two, before unfolding the sheet.

It’s exquisite torture watching you. Wondering how those powerful legs will feel wrapped around me. How the muscles in your arms will quiver under restraints. I’ll know soon.

For your sake, I hope you meet my expectations.

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When I was little, I thought everyone had stories in their head. When I found out only special people had stories to tell, I wanted to be one of the magical ones who shared their stories with the world. I wrote my first book in kindergarten with the help of my teacher, Mrs. Daniels. My mom – my biggest fan and most ardent supporter – has that little crayon-drawn book tucked into the pages of her family bible. It took almost thirty years to get from there to published but here I am, making my own dreams come true, one happily ever after at a time.


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