Friday, December 26, 2014
In other news, I've been a bit slow with the second Paladin Academy Chronicles book, but I hope to pick up speed eventually. Though, chances are, my pace for getting out chapters will probably be less than once a week in the foreseeable future because of some other stuff I've got going for me.
I've also started working on the sequel to Country of Dragons, which will answer some mysteries I purposely left mysteries in the first book. I do plan to expand on the universe of the two stories into stories focused on the other characters. Actually, the stories of one of the characters in Country of Dragons was supposed to be out first, but chronologically, they come after Country of Dragons and its sequel. So, once I'm done with the sequel, I'll be returning to work on those stories later on.
And with that, the final blog post of the year concludes. Merry Christmas and happy holidays to my followers, and to everyone in the world, and I hope the next year will be brighter than the previous.
Monday, December 15, 2014
What can I say about this book other than that it's going to be super, extremely, action-packed? There might be a little bit of character growth. And it looks like the adventures of Ben and Co. aren't going to end so quickly. There will be some loose ends that'll be tied up in the next book. But for now, I'm taking a little break from the Ben and Co. books. There are other things I'm working on, as you all should well know by now. Anyway, keep an eye out on my Twitter and Blog for more on the third Ben and Co. novel! Like say when it'll be out? I'm not good with giving out specific release dates, so I'll probably just announce it AFTER it comes out on Amazon.
Monday, November 24, 2014
However, I can say with great confidence that I've improved greatly over the years. Take for example, my book First Semester Magic. I think I mentioned in an earlier post how a couple of years ago, it was called "The worst book ever written or the worst book that could ever be written". And thinking back, it really was not very well written. That prompted me to take down the entire series, or what I got to for the whole series, and decided to redo the whole thing. Now, the latest review is FIVE STARS!
And let's not forget my novel Paranormal, which is probably where I started to see a difference in my writing compared to my earlier works. I consider it my greatest turning point as it remains the most sold out of the majority of my works. Of course, I'm still not making enough that I can make a living off of it, but that's not going to stop me from writing. I'm sure that the more I write, the more I will improve, until one day, I can stand at the top where people like J. K. Rowling and my other favorite authors now stand.
A guy can dream, can't he?
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
First off, if you've been following me on Twitter and Google+, you've probably become aware of the fact that I started writing an original light novel on another blog. If you don't know already, light novels are a type of novel originating in Japan with a deep connection to Anime and Manga in terms of stories, humor, picture artwork, and a few other things I might have missed. Being a fan of anime and manga, which are Japanese style cartoons, I've always wanted to try my hand in that kind of writing style. One of my dreams (that probably won't happen) is for my works to be adapted into an anime. BEWARE: my original light novels may contain language and themes that make it more appropriate for audiences ages fourteen and up. Please keep that in mind if you decide to check it out. You can check out the blog that contains the original light novel by clicking HERE . Or, you can check out HERE for the chapter archives of this first light novel series. The chapters will be about as long as the ones from my other works, but there should be some kind of difference between the way the stories are told. Just so you know, I have absolutely no intention of turning the works I post in that blog into a full book or Ebook. Anyone can read it for free on my blog. I've only got four chapters out. I'm still working on the fifth, but it'll be out soon.
Second in this update is that I've finally got around to fully publishing the first book in my rebooted fantasy series for the juvenile, middle grade and up readers. It only got one review, but a lot more positive one than what the original got a year ago. You can find the comment on the book's Amazon Ebook page, clicking HERE. Please remember that any comments from 2013 no longer apply since those comments were for the first version of the book. Although the basic plot remains the same, there is no way that this new version can compare to the old one. I dare you to get the book and see whether that old comment still applies. The title is First Semester Magic, it's Book One of the Paladin Academy Chronicles.
Thirdly, I've started writing a sequel to "First Semester Magic". Like with the first book, the basic plot remains the same, but there'll be a lot of changes so it should be considered a different book from the original. I'm not going to give anything away. You have to see for yourself starting HERE. Only got one chapter out right now, but the next one is coming soon.
Fourth: I'm trying to get the final Silverwest Trilogy book done. I'm so close to the ending that I can almost take it. But chances are, I'm not going to be done with it for a while yet. The other works just demand more of my time.
Fifth: Same with the final Silverwest Trilogy book, the novel Quest for the Witch, remains on hiatus.
And finally, I'm close to finishing the latest Ben and Co. novel, Spiritual. I am really proud of this series. There is a lot of excitement, suspense, and more action than the human heart can handle. This time, it'll be a fight to save a psychic girl from being used for world domination and stepping over lines that humans aren't meant to cross.
That's all I can share for now. Happy reading!
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Hey, followers of my blog. To get into the spirit of Halloween, I decided to post a horror poem that I wrote for my college English class. Enjoy.
The night is coming soon.
Fun and games is as far as they can see.
Well, for me, it will be a night of glee.
So here they come.
I wish to take more than some.
I will satisfy my hunger.
If only all nights were like this through Fall, Spring, Winter, and Summer.
The lines between world blur only one day a year.
This fact alone, from my eye, brings out a tear.
They know not that I am a nightmare.
If they did, they would have taken care.
The way they beg is such a delight.
But it's just as fun when they put up a fight.
Suffering makes me cackle.
Tonight, monsters roam unshackled.
For humans, it is a night of doom.
For us monsters, it is a time we cast away our gloom.
They have forgotten that we exist.
Now they can't resist.
Their souls they didn't sell.
Still, they will see hell.
They will know a demon.
When this night is over I will weigh a ton.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Since that comment, I procrastinated a little, but eventually took the whole series down from Amazon with plans to rewrite it all again. I procrastinated on that too, because I was busy with other stories, I had a job, and I was, and still am, studying for a Masters' in psychology.
Just yesterday, I republished the first book of the series, titled First Semester Magic. That comment called my book the worst book ever is still there. I just made the book an update, after all. But I can assure you that the book is WAY different from when the comment was posted. You can check it out by clicking HERE.
Friday, October 10, 2014
If you want to check out the Paranormal Debunker's cases, you can start HERE.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
As a special treat, check out the image I plan to put on the cover. Until the next story . . .
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Look forward to my latest full novel! Happy reading everyone!!
Friday, September 26, 2014
The sun is up and bright.
There is the wind.
But sweltering heat brings waterworks
Sweat drenches my back and forehead.
A fan can remedy this.
However, the heat remains persistent.
Summer should have such wave.
But now is Autumn's turn.
If put in my shoes
Comes a desire for frozen treats.
Alas, misfortune be me.
For no such treasure do I find.
There can be only endurance.
And a prayer for cooler days.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
An epistle poem is a poem that is written and read like a letter. Today, I wanted to share an epistle poem I wrote for my college English class. I couldn't really think of anything else to write at the time, so I went with a query letter to the publisher for my book PARANORMAL. There's a few changes since I turned this poem in to my professor. Enjoy.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Until the next post, everyone!
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
So, today, I just finished publishing a book trailer for my book, Paranormal, which is the first of my Ben and Co. novel series. It took only two days. Day 1: I mad a Powerpoint Presentation. Day 2: I converted that Powerpoint file into a video. Then I just added one of the audio Youtube provides for its video creators, and voila, I have a book trailer! Check it out.
Monday, August 25, 2014
Before a year ago, Susan Weatherby was just like any other girl, apart from her being mute and her eyes shutting off whenever she got up and walked. But then her stepmother inherited the estate of a distant relative. It was at the town of Fallen Oak that Susan's stepbrother ended up inheriting Alexander Silverwest's place as a warlock. And Susan ended up dragged into the world of magic as well, with its talking wolf and cat, a klutz of a spell caster, a scary Goth witch (?), and demons that want to kill her for her magic power. Did I mention that Susan is also the reincarnation ofthe Faerie Queen?
"Why do I have to do it, and Marcus doesn't?" Susan complained. Well, it might be complaining. It was hard to tell since her phone was doing the talking and it was a complete robot.
The young man in the silver suit looked up at the dilapidated house where the mission would begin from beneath the brim of his hat.
"Well, he did pretty much save the town from an old demon," Silver said with a shrug. He was chewing on a toothpick. "Now, do you have everything?"
There was a short pause as Susan typed into her phone. Her answer: "Yes. I still think that's overkill. It's just a bunch of imps."
"Tell that to Jenny," Silver said, putting his hands in his pocket.
"So who does this house belong to?" Susan asked, pointing to the house she would be performing the exorcism in.
"Not sure," Silver answered with a shrug. "It's been empty since before I came to this town. From what I heard, it belonged to a warlock, though that was obvious."
Imps loved to live in places with a lot of magic in it, and there was no other place there would be magic in except for a warlock's house, even one that's abandoned. Magic spells always leave long-lasting traces, even the ones meant to get rid of the imps.
"I'll wait out here for you to be done," Silver said.
This was going to be Susan's first ever mission by herself. And although she can't see where she walks, it was something that she had to do alone. Neither Marcus, nor their parents were thrilled about that, but the adults assured them that it would be perfectly safe, since it was just a basic imp infestation. And just to get them on board, the representative even signed a contract that said that if anything happened, Marcus could curse his family. Not that Marcus would do such a thing. He and Dad would probably beat the snot out of the representative, but they wouldn't curse his family. Later they would learn that he didn't even have a girlfriend.
Susan took it a few steps at a time. Every time she walked, everything was black. When she paused, it was as if her eyes had been closed for a while and she was just opening them. The house was still in front of her with nothing in the way. Silver was there chewing a toothpick and watching her back until the door closed behind it.
Looking around, Susan saw that the furniture was still there. Apparently, there was no one to claim the previous owner's stuff. A thin veil covered the lamp, the chairs, and the couch, but everywhere else was covered in thick layers of dust. There were framed pictures and portraits hanging on the walls against the peeling wallpaper, but those were too obscured by the dust to make out.
Susan was careful not to touch anything, not wanting to get dust on herself. Even without the magic she's learned so far, she could hear the scurrying around and high growl of imps as they scampered about within the walls and beneath the floorboards which squeaked every time the girl took a step.
She had her flashlight in hand, but she didn't turn it on, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Taking a deep breath, she made for the center of the house, which was the door to the kitchen. Standing at the entryway, she focused her power. A familiar warm sensation traveled up her spine and into her clasped hands. With her head bent, she felt like she was praying.
Warm air blew around her, and she didn't need her eyes opened to know that she must be glowing. Over the blowing wind, she could hear louder scampering as imps emerged, sensing the great power of the Faerie Queen in their domain. They must be gaping at her from what they thought was a safe distance. There would never be a safe distance with this spell.
The gust of wind grew loud and then silent in an instant. There was no more scurrying, no more shuffling, and no more scratching from the imps. She should be completely alone, except for the ordinary pests.
When she opened her eyes, she yelled out and reeled back. At her face was the face of a zombie.
"You are trespassing on private property," the zombie said, craning its neck and popping its neck bones. It was tall, though hunched on its back. Beneath the moth-eaten suit was leathery, yellow skin. There was only three strands of hair on its cranium, and a few crooked teeth in its mouth.
Susan backed away, heart pounding and reaching for her cell phone. She typed in Silver's number and was about to make the call when the zombie swatted the phone from her hand and then reached for her throat. With a soundless scream, the little girl ducked beneath the undead's arms and squirm past him, keeping back the bile and disgust at brushing against such a creature. Just what kind of magician must have lived here that would conjure up something like that?
"You will not leave here alive!" the zombie yelled as it gave chase. With a roar he lunged, dropped to the floor and managed to catch the girl by the ankles.
Panicked, she desperately kicked at the hand, fear blocking out the pain in her ankle as the zombie held on tight. Throwing her backpack off, she used that to club the zombie at the head. That seemed only to agitate the creature more.
Somehow the zipper became undone, as did the cap to the bottle of salt water that Silver insisted she bring along. Droplets of water landed on the living corpse's bare skin, and it hissed as it burned. With a yell of agony, the zombie let go and Susan was able to run, carrying her backpack and whatever was left in it. She was, of course, blind as she ran, but fear pushed her to pick herself up after crashing into something and continue. If she dallied for even a second more, death would surely follow.
She must be covered in dust by now, landing in the couch, pulling sheets off the old furniture, and falling on the floor more times than she cared to count. Susan kept scrambling around in zigzag, having seen it done on TV one time as a means of keeping the enemy confused and maybe out of reach.
Just when she thought she was doing okay in surviving, she was suddenly flung against the couch by something like strings on her clothes. She landed on the floor with a thud. When her vision came back, the zombie was upon her, its hands outstretched. The back of one of them had black scorch spots where the salt water had done its work. Its feet was also smoking, but the salt powder was reacting only to the dark magic on its shoes.
"You've seen too much," said the creature. "Now you must die!"
Susan scrambled back until her back hit the wall. There was nowhere to run, and she could not scream for help without her cell phone. If only she didn't lose her voice! Out of desperation, she reached into her backpack. There was only one thing left in there, apart from her snacks, and that was the water pistol, just one of a pair used by the Weatherby siblings to shoot water at each other on a hot day. The bottle cartridge was empty, of course.
After pulling the water pistol out, she fought hard to steady her hands and calm her mind to concentrate while aiming the plastic toy at the horrific creature.
The product of forbidden magic cocked his head and then guffawed.
"What do you hope to accomplish with that?" it asked. "And here I thought you were clever with the salt and all."
Susan said nothing, mostly because she was concentrating her energy into her toy weapon and not because she didn't have a voice. When the zombie boldly advanced, the little girl pulled the trigger, and out came a blinding flash of light followed by a clap of thunder that completely overshadowed an agonized scream.
When the spots finally disappeared from her eyes, Susan saw with disbelief what remained of the walking corpse was a yellow smudge with the top half of a skull at the center. She was still gripping strongly the water pistol that was used to destroy it, its ammunition the potent magic from which proved that Susan was the Faerie Queen in human skin. Her grip eventually slackened and the pistol slipped through her fingers before her hands dropped to her sides.
Wood splintered and smashed as it was kicked open. Silver came in holding his favorite flintlock pistol out, straight-armed. His head was that of a silver-pelt wolf.
"Whoa! There's a lot of dark magic in here," he said after a deep sniff.
He swept the pistol over the living room, lifted the weapon to his ear and then made for Susan who, to him, looked like a complete mess.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Susan slowly lifted her head, tearing her eyes where the corpse had been, to face Silver. She gave the Lycan a shaky smile and mouthed: "Mission accomplished."
The next time Susan went on a mission, it was with her brother and Jenny both, and West the cat all there to keep a close eye on the little girl, which put Susan off quite a bit. Silver was kicked out of the house for a week and was the one to deliver the Weatherby family's several-pages long complaint that was accompanied by a CD video and was later followed by a lengthy phone call.
As for the dark magic discovered at the house, the one that was used to create the undead familiar, the house would later be burned down and then a new one was built over it, the secrets hidden gone forever.
If you liked this story, click HERE for the Amazon pages to the main books of the series.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Also, in the past seven days, for my writing projects on Hubpages, I've gotten one chapter out of my stories about every two days. Things might actually slow down in the future, but I'll try and keep on writing. The chapter of Spiritual, that I'm working on now is getting sort of a struggle, but I'm sure I'll get pass that too.
Best wishes all!
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Willow never imagined that she would ever be discovered, chased down and abducted. But that was exactly what is happening.
It was all on the news how children were being abducted one after another, all over the world. All of them have just one thing in common. All of them were rumored to have special power, just like she did. But it didn't make sense! Unlike the abducted children, who had shown off their special ability on television, Willow had never used her power outside of the windowless, soundproof attic. She wanted a normal high school life. And you can't really have that if people find out you can move things with your mind.
Her shoulder-length red hair was blown back as she ran at full speed, stumbling over hazardous gaps in the concrete, her sneakers clopping louder than a horse's shoes. She looked around wildly in a desperate search for someone to help her, but finding her efforts for naught. There was no one in sight in the streets that she had crossed. No one came out of the buildings when she screamed until her throat was sore. Why was no one coming out to see what was wrong? Was it because of the squadron of men dressed like SWAT team? Or was it because the houses were so set apart and huge that no sound could travel into them?
Whatever the case, resentment was rising in Willow as she ran from her would-be captors. She cursed the people of the neighborhood for their uncaring ways, and she cursed her special power which had become all but useless for bringing the men to her and not working when she needed them the most. The moment the men had made their appearance as she was on her way home from her part-time job, the first thing she did was try and use telekinesis to throw loaded garbage cans at them as they came out of the black, unmarked van that had screeched to a halt in front of her.
Willow just managed to slip through after discarding both her backpack, which contained her homework, cell phone, and wallet (that was stupid), and her denim jacket, which contained the can of pepper spray that her grandmother insisted that she brought with her everywhere she went. It was with a spare can of pepper spray usually kept in her jeans pocket that she was able to get so far away. The can was empty now, and the men were all wearing helmets with clear plastic masks anyway. When the last of the spray was spent, she chucked the useless container away which bounced harmlessly off the helmet of the leading man. He wasn't fazed the slightest.
Eventually, they caught up to her. They surrounded her like bees. Their collective grip was strong, and Willow was soon inside the van with duct tape over her mouth and her hands handcuffed behind her with cloth between her skin and the cuffs so that it wouldn't chafe.
The van drove out of the neighborhood at moderate pace. It was stopped by a police officer only when the van mistakenly made an illegal turn. He gave the driver a ticket and then drove off, none the wiser.
If you like what you see, then buy the book. Just click HERE or HERE.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Right now the page dedicated to my Ben and Co. Novel series have the most views out of all the pages I made. The My Books page, with pretty much my whole bibliography has the second most views. But even though it received so many views, I wonder why there haven't been any sales up. Sadly, my whole Amazon account only ever gets sales in the single digit per month. That can be really disheartening when you're sure that your work is really good, and other great writers, or professional writers have thought so too. But I guess that means I still have a lot more stuff ahead of me that I need to cover.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Until next time.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Obviously, as an independent writer of novels, I've published my books on Amazon. I have like six different novels out, both as ebook and paperback. But before those novels came out on Amazon, as you know, I release a story chapter by chapter on Hubpages. My Hubpages account is where most of the action takes place. But I am working on another novel, the final Silverwest Trilogy book using Google Docs, so no one other than me has ever seen it, and won't until I finish and release it on Amazon.
From time to time, I also post on Bubblews as a way to earn a little extra money, even if only by a little amount. Hubpages does pay, but I'm not likely to see that money for a good many years. I don't post of Bubblews a lot, so I still haven't gotten a check from my income yet. But just a few minutes ago, I posted 2 articles after several months.
That's all I wanted to talk about today. Until next time.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
As for my Paladin Academy reboot novel, I think it's getting on nicely. The various different incidents and stories I've put in it are more jointed for a nicer flow in the story than its previous incarnation. And I think the writing has improved tenfold. Of course, there is still a lot of room left for me to grow as a writer.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
And that's all I wanted to talk about today. Have a great day, everyone!
Monday, July 14, 2014
Hers is just one of the very few reviews my works ever received. Actually, on Amazon, two of my other books also received reviews. You can check them out Paranormal and Silverwest Manor at Amazon.com.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
But you all don't care.
Never, have I experienced such hell.
I will remember well.
Now, tell me, eye drops where?
Monday, July 7, 2014
An Island Summer Day
All is quiet, save for the cars of the nearby streets.
Motorcycles shriek, and trucks rumble.
But it is still a quiet day.
A cool breeze brushes against the back of my head.
The top of my hair would sway like the green heads of trees.
Grey clouds cover most of the sky, but the birds still sing
Here I am in this cool living room.
With no one for company except my thoughts.
All day, I just sit, doing nothing but write, read, and watch.
This is my island summer day.
My lazy, island summer day.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
This post will be about, well, posting. I'm not complaining when I say that it's hard to keep posting almost as frequently as every day. It's not like I can just think of something new just like that every day.
So, I wanted to warn you, followers of my blog, that I might post less frequently as I've had up to this point. Although I'd like to keep writing, there are other things that I have to do that there is no getting out of. Not to mention, every now and then I just need a break. I am only human, after all.
I will try to post as frequently as possible on this blog, but it'll depend on whether there is anything I can. One thing I don't want to do is to play like a broken record and repeat things over and over, and over again.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
My first page is pretty much a list of all the books I published on Amazon. Well, it's more like a list of all the series I'm working on. While I was making this page, I decided to make more pages, each dedicated solely to one of the series and linked them to the first page, "My Books". To get to these series pages, just click on the title of the series listed. It was a bit of work, going back and forth between the first page and all the other series pages. In the series pages, I summarized each book there while the main list page summarizes the series, somewhat. I also linked each book to their Amazon Ebook sites. To get to the books on Amazon, all it takes is clicking on the title of the book.
So, check it out and let me know what you think.
Monday, June 30, 2014
For the Paladin Academy one, it was a sort of mini-arc inside the story where trouble of the magic sort nearly brings ruin to Sarah and Veronica's day of fun. They meet someone with a relationship to their mischievous magic teacher who shows up in a big way. I won't say how or what, or it'll ruin the story.
As for the people in Spiritual, trouble's brewed for one of the main heroines of the whole series. Mutant men who were given super soldier drugs go on a rampage across town. There's destruction and mayhem everywhere. And they're tearing Hanako's workplace apart for her. But she's not going to go down without a fight. You can expect some intense action in those chapters.
You can check them out, and all the other chapters available by clicking HERE.
I hope you all had a great week. Until next time.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
A gentle cool breeze
Relieves sweat from summer heat
Great sunlight bathes all.
Ocean waves rise up
White sands welcome all to play
Lively summer beach.
Bored leaves drift downward
Wind be leaves guide to new place.
Slowly drifting by.
Rivers flow smooth through
Twigs are crushed by children's prance
Trees' cheers welcome them
Soft are nature's sounds
Tree leaves rattle to the wind
Lull Nature's children
Friday, June 27, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Spiritual, Book 3 of my action-packed, sci-fi, supernatural, teen spy young adult novel is already about halfway through. At least I have about close to half the total number of chapters I wanted to make. My self-set general goal is for the majority of my books to have a minimum of thirty chapters. I think I'm doing okay on that front. So far, most of the books I put on Amazon have over three hundred pages, at least by a normal book's standard.
I've been working on Spiritual for two months now, and hope I can finish to put on Amazon with its predecessors(Paranormal and Supernatural) before the summer is over at the earliest.
As for the final book in my Silverwest Manor trilogy, progress has been very slow in the past year, but I'm finally closing in on the end. Just a few more chapters to go, but I'm not sure I'll finish it before I finish Spiritual and Paladin Academy because of how strongly I'm more attached to those two right now. And then there's Quest For the Witch, which was the very first fiction work I started on Hubpages. But for the same reason as with the final Silverwest Manor book, I've put it off in favor for what I'm working on right now. There's also another trilogy I've got going on called Shadow Slayers, a bit of a horror, action young adult series that I've also put on hold. I already published the first book, but haven't started working on the second one yet.
I want to complete everything I've started, and am very eager to put my other ideas into writing. I'm very impatient that way, so will keep on writing as much as I can in as fast a pace I can.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Walking to Class
With time growing short,
A journey, I must complete,
to a very important destination.
Sun was so bright
It was blinding
To my eyes.
But things darken
when I walk further
Between two lines of trees.
The green leaves of
Tall trees shield us all
Giving relief to the sun wary.
I remember problems
That need to be solved
And answered without fail.
There is panic
At the thought
Something was forgotten.
Like me, others are
on their way to class,
or out of class.
There is always
People walking about,
in a hurry, or just resting
talking with friends,
Doing their homework,
Or having their lunches.
Solution, plans, memories
Come to mind
That eases the stress.
Now and then,
A bike comes
and a skateboard passes by.
Birds flock around
where there is food
And peck at the ground.
There are a few wet spots
Coming from the sprinklers
to the concrete road leaking from one side to another.
Finally, towering over me
There is the dull white building
where my next class starts.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
The story behind the novel this excerpt came from, as I said in previous posts, is about a little girl living in a world like our own, only more steampunk, sci-fi like, where everything is fashioned late 1800s to early 1900s. When the girl's master suddenly gains unexpected guests, the girl, Xiao Mei, ends up journeying across the country. She'll meet a whole array of unique characters, some not even human. And eventually, she'll get bombarded with bombshells of unexpected truths. You can find out what those truths are by checking out the full novel on Amazon.com.
Now for the excerpt. I actually originally published it on Hubpages, but there hasn't been any traffic on it recently, so I put it on this blog instead. Enjoy.
Chief, or better known as The Monkey to members of his triad clan, hoisted what he was certain was the little girl over his shoulders after knocking her out with a neat little neck-pinch trick that he learned from a story on television. She was as light as a feather, despite being limp in his arms.
With his discerning eyes, The Monkey recognized the former empress in her disguise, although it was a very near miss. She was a cunning fox, as to be expected of the former empress of the Zhang Empire. All her years of politics have given her a keen sense and intelligence.
As soon as he realized the relationship between his captives and Miss Lin's guest, a plan formed in his mind for her capture, as he still needed her to complete the set that was to be delivered to the new emperor. And Black Raven's challenge gave him the perfect opportunity to carry it out. No one would suspect that he was the one who knocked out the power as the thief would be the likely culprit. They were all none the wiser when he hit the key on his computer that triggered the electric power to short circuit.
Of course, the adult empress would be trouble to try and snatch away, but the little girl, apprentice to one of his captives, would be no trouble at all. She was just a little squirt. What could she possibly do against the power of adults anyway? And the little princess would provide the perfect bait to get them all to play into his hands. And she would serve as good incentive to keep his still-captives in line in case some of them might be getting funny ideas.
The Monkey quietly swerved around the panicked occupants of the room like a ballroom dancer. He knew that training in blind martial arts was worth something and not a total waste of time like he felt it was during the days of his youth. Now, he was feeling a little bit guilty about having the old fool attacked, kidnapped, and abandoned in the middle of a vast forest wearing nothing but under loins in the middle of the night after all the insults that The Monkey had to endure during his training. But the rescuers were able to find the blind guy okay. Eventually.
With his enhanced senses of hearing and feeling, he was able to avoid contact with the others. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before that phoenix decides to torch the place, The Monkey rushed as much as he could before bumping his back against the door. Because of the noise that was already present, no one heard the doors open and shut after a touch-search for the door handles.
Traveling through the hallway dimly lit by the moon and the blazing color of nightly street life, he was met with no opposition as the police were no doubt in a panic trying to intercept the thief at numerous possible places he could be. Having served the Dragon's Rose for a couple of years, added with a deeply superior sense of direction and intelligence, The Monkey knew the layout of the building by heart. He wisely avoided places he knew had invaluable treasures and artwork close by, sticking to what his employer had called "bland but comfortable" settings. His footsteps against the red-carpet floor were drowned by commotion outside.
Out the back where deliveries were usually dropped off at the building, three large, stereotypical rough-looking men were waiting. Three police officers lay at their feet. From the large space of concrete that they occupied, the clamor of Black Raven's fans and the audience could be heard loud and clear. Their excitable chatter drowned out what would normally be the waves of water sloshing against the ancient stone barriers of the canal. That was the one bad thing about Black Raven's appearance. The Monkey always did enjoy listening to the splish-splashing of the canal's waters. It is this sound that usually lulled the triad leader to sleep at night after a tough day of ruling the country's criminal underworld and terrorizing the masses that dared to oppose his group.
"Please tell me they didn't see your faces," The Monkey said, resisting the urge to cross his arms, which would have resulted in dropping the little girl, while ignoring the chill of night that dug into his bones. Cloudless nights were especially cold this time of the year as a sign of winter's approach. He just couldn't understand how police officers and goons were able to handle such cold on a nightly basis. But then again, they wouldn't be police or useful goons if they couldn't handle it.
"Don't worry, Boss," said the biggest of the three goons, and the brightest, though not by much. "We made sure to knock them out real quiet-like, like a ninja. They didn't see what was coming."
The Monkey took one look at his goons, then to the unconscious policemen. He sighed, knowing that he'll just have to take their word for it. If all went wrong, they would pay by becoming scapegoats.
"Whatever," he said, finally, with a shrug. "Just take the girl."
The goons complied like the mindless drones they were. In spite of being the largest, the leader of the goons, a bearded man with watermelon muscles bulging against his shirt, was very delicate in his treatment of the unconscious little girl. He cradled the child in his arms like a mother would hold her infant and was careful not to let her limbs droop.
Nodding with satisfaction, The Monkey turned to the others. "Now, you two tie me up, gag me, and put me next to those cops."
"Are you sure you want us to do this?" said the second biggest goon, a bald man sporting the bushiest mustache that The Monkey had ever seen. And he's seen some very bushy mustache in his days.
"Yes, I want you to do this!" The Monkey shouted. He froze and glanced sideways to the still-sleeping girl and then to the policemen on the ground. One of them was curled up in the fetal position sucking his thumb. In a lower voice, he repeated: "Yes, I want you to do this! If I don't turn up tied up, it'll defeat the whole purpose of this whole plan!"
"If you're sure," said the dumb brute with an uncertain shrug. He pulled out a white rag from the back pocket of his trousers and wound it around his employer's mouth. While he did that, the youngest of the goons, with the longest hair and the green skin and black eyes of a merman, pulled out rope from the faded duffel bag he was carrying and wrapped the coil around The Monkey. Despite having webbed feet and fingers, the merman's work was quick and without problems.
"But I gotta tell ya, Boss," said Good No. 2. "This all came at such short notice that we didn't have time to find a cleaner rag. We were just about to start laundry when we got the call."
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