Zero by J. S. Collyer – A Review.

“The action sequences are very well written, and don’t read like blocking or choreographing, as is sometimes the case with some writers. This is science fiction, but isn’t bogged down with pseudo-scientific jargon or strange, inaccessible concepts that only appeal to sci-fi enthusiasts. This is simply a good story — part mystery, part adventure, filled with great characters and enough twists to keep it unpredictable and interesting.”

Nice review, J.S.!!  🙂

Head on over to “What I Am Reading” to accompany 4-LAN the friendly Bookbot on a dark journey to a dystopian future.  Alan Sickler’s “The Twenty Year Reset” sounds damned interesting!

http://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profiles/blogs/what-i-am-reading-17

“EVERYTHING’S EVENTUAL.”

ALL the twerps have opened their eyes except for Little Ninja! (Perhaps he is The Blind Swordsman?)

I picked one up (Mamacat is totally chill with me doing that), but the little twerp got scared and started meeeeeeowing really loud, so I put him right back down again. I guess my Beastmaster powers only go so far.

Find out for free.

Chapter 1 of “The Dogs Don’t Bark In Brooklyn Any More”  was originally intended as a standalone, milieu-type science fiction-horror story.  And it’s an enjoyable introduction to the universe imagined by “The Wolf War Saga” book series.

It’s a click away.  Read or download it over at Smashwords.com:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/375938

or read it at Bublish.com:

http://bublish.com/bubble/view/2202/

And if you do decide to fight for humanity, then check out the entire tale here via Amazon:

“NEX UT TOTUS LUPUS!”

This little fella is obviously advanced for his age.

He seems to have fallen asleep while reading.

The Average

His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those smart professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich.

The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.

So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes;

The silence roared displeasure: looking down,
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the exceptional, and ran.

Thanks to cvirginia.wordpress.com for the text.

I know you people are enjoying the kitten saga, because their pictures and updates get more hits than my stories or poetry.  (Thanks for that.)  Allow me to share with you, then, an unsettling ancillary subplot.

MamaCat has a brother.  We know this because the family markings are unmistakable.  He continues to live in the wild.  He’s got that scraggly, wild, feral look.

And he’s huge.

This is the second time the patches of woods in and around Bay Shore have yielded an apparent Supercat.  (The other giant, smoky-colored black cat is equally daunting.)  I don’t know why members of Felis Catus in suburban New York are attaining the size of smaller bobcats, but it’s happening.

Anyway, it make me think of that 70’s-tastic split-screen-effect- extravaganza, “The Food of the Gods.”  I was actually unaware that this was an H.G. Wells adaptation.  I just remember it being a Saturday afternoon movie that enthralled me when I was a kid.

If I succeed in getting a picture of Huge Uncle, or the radioactive food source that almost certainly nourishes him, I will definitely post it.