Bone Spider

27 Feb

Bone Spider excerpt:

 

 

The stone walls were shuffled out of place, some of them completely fallen out of formation, a puzzle of blocks uneven on the surface. Entire walls had collapsed, and the floor was jagged where it wasn’t interrupted by large sinkholes burrowing deep into the earth, so deep that they couldn’t see the bottom. In certain hallways, Invesia carried the dog while climbing along the rutted walls. The hallways were narrow and short; their heads ducked and tilted to walk through the jumble. As if the hallways were twisted like a snake, the walls swerved up and down; right to left. Their knees bent, putting pressure on their already tense muscles. Imagio constantly rubbed on his back calf, feeling a burning sting stabbing up to his back.

 
A couple of passages opened into larger rooms perforated with sinkholes. Some walls hung over the holes, counterweighted by avalanched stones. Portions of the ceiling had plummeted into the sinkhole chasms, creating openings into the upper floors.

 
Foreign writing layered the stones, a language that Invesia did not recognize. The blocky letters were partitioned with pictographs illustrating the words. As she scrambled through the passages, her mind attempted to identify the race belonging to the language.
They continued to crawl through collapsed passages, trimmed around the edges of sinkholes. They climbed up leaning walls, skirted along edges and squeezed between walls that were pushed against each other.

 
Invesia knew that the sinkholes had formed from the underground Lavaworm mazes, a creature long absent from that area but their devastation still remained. The Lavaworms consumed earth as they passed under the surface, and their bodies emitted so much heat that the underground caverns congealed stone into cylinders. The creature’s absence caused the tunnels to deteriorate, eventually collapsing into sinkholes. For the ruins to be effected so dramatically, Invesia realized a large nest must have had existed below them.

 
The sinkholes were rich with life; a natural cycle had formed in the unique habitat. The nut berry vines formed around the sinkhole walls, effectively solidifying and strengthening the layers of stone and mud to prevent further collapse. The sweet fruit surrounded a nut seed that was rich in protein. The vines only grew in the dark, a rare plant that didn’t need sunlight to prosper, thriving underground, in the dark; with little air.

 
The flores insects fed on the fruits while discarding the nut seeds that eventually dug into the ground and budded into more vines. The insects shimmered with an array of glossy colors, mostly in shades of silvery green, shiny blue and zealous yellow. The vibrant colors batted the walls with enough light that Invesia and Imagio did not require torches to navigate. Besides, they were too frightened to give away their location to the Viperaneas. If the insects were removed from their underground homes, they lost their colors and eventually died after two days. Their shiny colors helped them to coordinate swarms and attract mates.

 
The noris bats fed off of the insects, extremely hairy animals with wingspans three times the size of their bodies. The animals had a venomous bite and thick fangs that were needed to penetrate through the shells and fight through the insects’ incredible resiliency against poisons. A bat suckled on the insects for a long time before it peeled away the shells and fed on the innards.

 
The miser rats used the bats’ instincts to their advantage. The smart animals would capture large numbers of insects and collect them into cracks where the bats would convene. The rodents didn’t eat the insects but fed on bat droppings. Their droppings contained the discarded colors from the insects, easily discernible in the dark. In effect, the rats were attracted to shiny colors. Miners hated the pesky rodents because they stole valuable jewels and precious metals. To complete the cycle, the rodent droppings fertilized the vines.

 

by Jax E. Garson

 

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Invesia and Imagio set out on their own adventure.

Invesia is tired of her husband but especially jealous of his grand adventures throughout the East. She escapes home, to remove herself from the stresses of her seeming indifferent husband and the nagging of endless chores around the farm. For once, she would like to explore on her own.

While hiding at the local inn, she is accompanied with her long lasting friend, Imagio. After daring to release hundreds of birds from their cages, Imagio and Invesia find themselves chased into the valley woodland by an angry mob. On their travels, they discover the ancient ruins of a forgotten kingdom, and something more insidious.

The mercenary Droth have returned, and they have been robbing and killing innocent people and animals.

While investigating a strange liquid that the Droth were cooking up, Invesia decides to revisit an old acquaintance, Fanillian the alchemist that apprenticed her. Their travels take them to Slinder where they reunite with the mercenaries from Nathist. With their help, they track down the source of the evil, following the course of Slinder’s escape from his pursuers many decades before.

Imagio and Invesia travel the forbidden parts of the East where ancient cities and castles had been buried to only discover a deadly secret lost from the Kadic War.

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Double Eagle War

21 Feb

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Double Eagle War

2032, the prophecies have caused riots and chaos.

Detectives Marx and Durst are caught up in a mysterious case of missing body parts that are washing up on Gulfport shores. After some investigation, they discover records of missing limbs ignored by their predecessors and the forgotten names of missing people from around the world.

Their investigation leads them to a creepy stranger who is inquiring about a Double Eagle gold coin, the rarest coin on Earth. No one knows where this stranger comes from or why he is hot on the same trail as the Detectives.

But no one seems to be interested in the stranger or solving the loss limbs. All law enforcement agencies are caught up in cleaning up the city from the Camping prophecy hysteria. Chief of Police orders the two Detectives off the case, even suspends them.

On the opposite side of the US, to the west, Officer Ankti struggles with his own mysteries and his inability to understand his peoples’ spiritual heritage. He is lost in his own land.

Now a mother of a lost son, pleads with Detective Fiona Marx to find the killer and bring justice for them..

Two Detectives have to make a choice to go against their orders and chase the stranger across state lines, eventually to lead them into the Arizona desert, in the Navajo Nation.

Bodies are piling up across the southern United States and it compels the detectives to follow the clues into the heart of ancient Earth’s secrets that only the gods foretold..

Will the stranger lead to the final answer about the murdered or bring them all to their doom?

This work contains, violence, adult situations and language.

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Science fiction, mystery, end of the world, space station apocalypse, jax e garson, blue star, detective story

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Western trailer for Help Wanted

12 Jan

 

Help Wanted

Welcome to the Wild West on Mars…

Gatling Gary is a poor cowboy and has been robbed by his latest employer. If that wasn’t bad enough, he is chased through the canyons of Mars by an angry Farmer after he accidentally walked over his crops while fighting through a resolith dust storm.

An independent cowboy down on his luck, he only has the wishes of a poor Spurn girl, Clarissa, wanting to be trained so she can exact vengeance against those who killed her family. Even in desperate need of cash, he refuses to help, afraid to be associated with the poor race, once enslaved a few years back and then emancipated.

He runs from town and tries to find his way to Aurium City for a second chance and to place some distance between him and his enemies. But instead, a voodoo witch doctor spells him. Fighting away his destiny, he is forced onto a mountain near Clarissa.

He relents to help her but only to train her. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with her enemies, the Rotger Brothers. Begrudgingly, he teaches her to shoot a seven shot revolver on Blackhead Mountain. But there is something else bothering him, a lingering feeling…

With very few friends, animals seek him out. A mangy dog won’t stop pestering him. A domesticated lion stalks him. A beautiful horse attracted to him. These creatures don’t seem to be enough for Gatling to overcome his losses.

But his path leads him in circles until he is faced with an inevitable choice.

This book is intended for adults only: it contains violence, language, and adult situations.

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Confessions of an Elven Vampire

6 Jan

Confessions of an Elven Vampire: Refusal to Convert

The creatures of fairy tale have returned to the Earth. They saved humanity from imminent doom from an alien attack.

Garbazhio is a collector, a vampire and an Elf. He acquires an odd contract from a mysterious stranger. Well paid, he is determined to find the lost magical device that can save the world from a new horror. He decides that he must have help to battle away his many enemies. He must choose his favorite weapons, 45 or sword.

He navigates through a post-apocalyptic world, dragging along his Dwarven friend, Basoora. His friend brings his three favorite things, an axe, a shotgun and a zombie. The ridiculous zombie tags along like a stray pet, to the grief of the Elven Vampire.

While scouring the torn world, they meet a Human thief and save her from becoming part of a Witch’s menu. The Elven Vampire is drawn towards the sexy female, for lust and his uncontrollable urge to feed.

The three of them meet terrors of underground monsters and giant creatures, barely struggling to survive the leftover nightmares from the last war. They seek out a Wizard who may know more than what he is letting on. An android becomes a confidante of information for the Elven Vampire.

They must reach the Ash City in time to retrieve the magical device and deliver it to the stranger. But the violent obstacles may cost them in blood.

If you are looking for magic, wizards, vampire, elves, dwarves, Cyclops, witches, even Egyptian creatures and other fantastic things, this is the book for you.

This book is intended for adults only: it contains violence, blood, language, sex, nudity and very adult situations.

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vampiric fiction, vampirism, science fiction, end of the world, post-apocalyptic fiction, dystopia, dystopian fiction, dark fantasy, vampires, vampire, elves, elf, fantasy fiction, tongue and cheek, zombie

Excerpt:

1

I knew before I went to bed that it was going to be an awkward day. Nothing was going to feel right. Everything would seem a centimeter to the left or right of where it should be. On those days, I feel like everyone has been taken over, snatched from their bodies, captured into some device and then replaced with a replica. Everyone seems odd, off color, out of shape with reality.

I awoke with a start. I sensed something creeping around; “something” was a general term but I couldn’t say with certainty because I wasn’t sure what it was. My ears heard it and my nose smelled it. It smelled of plastic.

At first, I thought it was an animal. A nest of raccoons had been scratching up the fence and working hard to enter my attic. I had killed a couple of the varmints but they were persistent animals. But it wasn’t a raccoon; it was shaped like a person. A tall, dark and lanky person drifting back and forth between windows like a drunk searching for the perfect bush to pee in. No, it wasn’t even a drunk. I would have preferred that, they are so much fun to screw with.

No, it was a customer.

As a collector, I get all sorts of strange characters arriving at my doorway, usually asking me to perform functions that they wouldn’t normally share with family or friends. After the wars, the apocalypse, the end times… With the world tossed in an upheaval, everyone had some memory of some object that they wished to procure and cherish. I’ve scavenged for Beatle albums, St. James Bibles, dung beetles and even a St. James Torah. Don’t ask me what the Torah was all about. I found myself a Hebrew scholar who was fluent in ancient Hebrew and had him produce a St. James Torah. He made it look old, and then I gave it to the client. He was very pleased, and after paying me, he immediately began reading. He even gave me a bonus, which I didn’t share with the scholar. After all, it wasn’t his idea. The scholar was glad to do it so the “word” could be passed on to another potential follower.

As for the mysterious stranger, he skulked about the house for several minutes until he rapped heavily on my door. I opened it and saw the long robed figure with his cowl draped over his head. Not even a flicker, glimmer or twinkle of eyes pierced through the cowl’s dark shadow. It didn’t surprise me, so I just acknowledged him with a nod and a shrug. As I said before, I’ve had all sorts of characters come my way. There was nothing unusual about this mysterious one. It was dark, so I couldn’t immediately see what colors were fashioned into his apparel. I presumed black.

He only said, “I wish to procure your services.” I rolled my eyes and waved him inside.

I strutted inside my home and casually veered towards the katana that hung above my mantle. It was natural instinct for me to stay close to a weapon; he could have been a clever thief with subtle disguise. I didn’t want to be rude so I pretended to make tea, but I didn’t like tea. I preferred coffee with a mix of hemoglobin. That was when I decided to click on the coffee maker; it gurgled like a dying frog. It was late, even if I couldn’t get any sleep, my eyelids were heavy and I needed the energy boost.

Strangely, my electric power was out, a result of rolling blackouts, so I had candles lit all over the place. My fire had fizzled into orange embers but still emitted heat to scare away the late night cold air. The September Fall brought an early Winter that drenched the surrounding area with slushy snow. It melted in one day. Water trickled from every one of nature’s orifices. It was kind of disgusting to me. It left a mildew that mixed with the burdened humidity. Everything seemed to be seeping and pushing the garbage around and passing the odors from one door to the next.

The skulking client roamed the room like he was judging my décor. I wasn’t sure what his tastes were but I am sure he didn’t appreciate the half-dressed naked women on my posters. I was not embarrassed to hide the porno magazines. It was a backup job; there were always some curious teenagers looking for some smut to ogle. Their hormones dancing chaotic rumbas in their pants made me a quick buck when things were slow.

He started off with a riddle, “There is a great sadness crossing the northern plains. Great creatures are driving the neighboring peoples from their villages. The cost of these horrors can be resolved with a simple item…” He continued the riddle for several hours, well okay minutes, but it seemed to last for hours. It was at that time, I knew he was legit. A thief would not bother with riddles. Their IQs usually drifted somewhere below the line of fifth grade English. “I saw a star breach the sky, across the afternoon sun, and the land wobbled on its center…” I tried to keep from rolling my eyes but the nonsensical riddle was too much to bear. I faced the wall to hide my facial groans.

I knew the client was trying hard to impress me and maintained the illusion of a dark stranger with significant insight into the world, but I was Elven and it didn’t work. If he wanted to disguise himself, he should have sent a letter. That way I would have scanned through the riddle and sifted out the details of the job. Then, I wouldn’t have had to play cat and mouse with his drooping cowl and gliding feet. As long as I was paid, the cryptic dance could have waited until Halloween for a late night story in a bar of motionless drunks.

When I turned, I saw him pass between candles. His robe was teal, a dirty teal. His belt was pink. The color pattern matched my bathroom walls. I smirked. The client must have hunted through a thrift store and settled for something available in his size. He could have camouflaged against my bathroom walls, maybe even disappeared into the pink tiles. However in a crowd, he would have stood out. There was no disguising his odor, a burrito thick with onions and peppers. He apparently liked his Mexican food.

“The dark recesses of the cave traveled far beneath the Earth, where a dangerous evil lay resting. It is a strong breath like something belonging to a never world…”

His English was slurred with a mixed European accent. Either he was born from a family of combined nationalities or he was trying hard to sound sophisticated. English had become the worldly language. It bothered my Father and Mother; enthusiasts to a strict culture. I could have cared less. It made no difference to me; the Human Sapiases could have their language become predominant. People spoke little of the other languages; they had become as unique as the written word. No one wrote, no one read; no one clambered out of the hole of stoic apathy. They watched the crumbling world on their televisions and drank themselves to sleep.

The client paused and stood next to the wall. A red root dangled over his head. My Sapling Blood dripped on his cloak’s shoulder, reddening the teal into a brown Rorschach test. I didn’t have the heart to tell him. No, that was a lie; I enjoyed watching the mysterious stranger get his cloak dirtied with the blood. He never noticed and stared fixedly for several seconds. It made me think that I missed some key information that he had plugged within the lines of his riddle. I stood there silent like a goof, waiting for him. But then he continued, “As you can see, the travel and the goal are a treacherous path of obstructions.”

Phew, he was nearing the end of his epic saga, so I said, “How will I identify it? Could there be bad copies?” Even with the St. James Torah, I knew that I could have evaded treacherous obstacles and a ridiculous odyssey of enemies if I could have found a blacksmith, scribe or whatnot to manufacture the object; rather than scouring the landfill of what was left of Earth.

“It cannot be redone. It is a unique object. I can determine its authenticity.”

Inwardly, I said “Damn!” but outwardly, I said, “Excellent.” I licked my lips and then went in for the kill, “How are you going to compensate me for my expenses?” I was worried about the nature of my client. There were many prophets, wizards, seekers and “special people” as I liked to call them. They expected a noble man to go rushing into danger at the cost of a pat on the head. Those people, I shooed away like a raccoon.

He waved his hand over the oak table, and several sapphires, rubies and emeralds slid out of his sleeve. As they dumped out, my mouth dropped open. As if a little OCD, he started to organize the gems according to size, color and shape. “I believe this can compensate for your journey, and then there will be more if you succeed.”

I nodded greedily, my eyes wide and my brain drooling over the tempting stones. I finally said, “How many names does your object hold?” I had half-listened to the story so I had no idea what he was looking for.

“It only has the one name.”

Again, inwardly I said “Shit!” But outward, I said with an intellectual curve to my tone, “Interesting. Is it spoken in other languages?”

“Just the one.”

Again, I was thwarted by my lack of attention and decidedly attempted a new way to trick him into saying the name without me appearing utterly stupid. His hands were folded over the table, calmly waiting for my questions. He hadn’t moved since dropping his jewels. In a matter of minutes, he could have swiped the jewels away and scurried back into the dark, his teal cloak melding into the night. Once he found out that I was a fraud, he could have vanished in a poof of teal smoke! I got clever. I grabbed my tape recorder… yes it was an older model! And I pointed it towards the stranger. “For the sake of accuracy, I need you to speak the item’s name, exactly, so I can navigate successfully when investigating and researching further in the library.” What a lie! I never stepped one centimeter into a library.

“I do not believe research is necessary. I have outlined the territory and the path for you.”

“Amuse me. You could have acquired the item for yourself if you have a personal map of words to follow. I have been doing this for a long time and I know that all quests require a little more foreknowledge from many sources.”

The stranger nodded. He then confirmed my name, “Very well Garbazhio.” He leaned forward and then said, “Fishnets.” At that, he spooked out of the room and left the door swinging open.

by Jax E. Garson

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Robin Luddites Trilogy

2 Jan

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Amongst the Shadows

In a world ravaged by wars and lacking government authority, the future is a high-tech and dangerous world; criminals and innocent bystanders co-mingle. Robin Luddites become crime bosses that navigate through the corruption to restore balance against the corporations. Humans have evolved with animal attributes in order to survive the radioactive, toxic environment.

New Orleans is a Venice of water and radioactive sludge, but the inhabitants of the drowning city survive with defiant determination. Detective Graves is a folk hero to the people, a Robin Luddite who contracts jobs to dismantle the corporate powers from wielding too much power over the Breeds. His latest contract has Darius Jones secretly guarding a musician named Rose. Slowly, Darius is enchanted by her music. The contract becomes an excuse to watch her.

But something else has Darius Jones vexed; a murdered prostitute and her john proves there is something strange about the relationship between Deotronics and Gratia San Antonia. Although a retired Robin Luddite, Darius Jones begins investigating the power fluctuations from these giant corporations. He assembles a team to discover the answers to these mysteries and calls in the experienced skills of his sister and Gus Sips from Miami to assist infiltrating the elusive Deotronics.

Soon, the mystery leads back to his unrequited love interest, Rose. Her innocence proves more than naïve for the seasoned Robin Luddite. He interferes with the Breeds’ free power and annoys their folk hero. Darius stands alone in an ugly world but he is compelled to chase his ghosts that haunt him.

Contains adult situations, language and violence. Mystery thriller, Science Fiction

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A CURSED LIFE

In a world where everyone is either a criminal or a victim.

Earth was ravaged by wars, chemicals and radiation. A green sludge borders every city, town and population. Governments have fallen but corporations thrived. The poor are subject to the greed of the few Elites.

The final chapter in the Robin Luddites Trilogy, Darius Jones struggles with the demons of his past and present while his friends around him are suffering. For the Jones family, it is not a good week.

A child is kidnapped, Gus is arrested and tortured; Rose is enslaved by her contract. The Jones family struggles through a dangerous world. They are hunted, captured and attacked by many enemies. Some enemies they never knew they had.

Sonya rushes to save her friend from Dallas who is suffering under LORD experiments. On the way to his rescue she is captured in Casino Town. She has to find a way to rescue herself and her brother before it is too late for them all.

Darius Jones and Wimpy leave New Orleans to search for the kidnapped child and rescue Rose from a Robin Luddite. On the way to save Rose, Darius discusses his hopes with a unique Breed, a creature that sees more than the simple horizon of horrors, a brighter future that eludes Darius.

The Jones family come to Dallas to face the enemies that have attempted to obstruct their return. They must face old and new challenges in order to save their friends. Darius must find a way to protect the boy and win Rose’s affection while trying to evade the contracts issued on their heads. He faces the LORDs who had conspired to kill his brothers and now are torturing his friend Gus. The last time he was in Dallas, he had paved the road for corruption to filter in, and his brother Humvey is in the center of it all.

Tracking them, Detective Graves stalks them so he can try to prevent Darius from saving the child. A future is hidden in the child’s DNA that the cruel Graves does not want revealed, or harnessed.

Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.

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Robin Luddites

Enter the cruel and evil world of Robin Luddites where everyone is either a criminal or a victim. Follow three stories of Wimpy, Sonya, and Pesto and Phisher; based on the characters from the Robin Luddites Trilogy.

Some illustrations included.

The Sin of Mediocrity: Learn the secrets of Wimpy’s past and follow him on the beginning changes in his life that propelled him to work for Robin Luddites. He was a lowly worker, stuck within the grind of the business machine. Something wakes him from his complacency, he discovers the evil things that his business is creating and then finds himself tracking a criminal throughout the building.

The Gospel of Food and Medicine: Discover how Phisher and Pesto met. Pesto’s cooks are being killed and Phisher knows why. They must follow the clues in Dallas to find the reason for their murders. It will lead them to the cat Breeds and a horrifying secret.

Horses Do Not Lay Eggs: Follow Sonya as she navigates through the underwater city of New York to rescue an indebted Loader. The loader is in trouble with the gangs and she has to fight her way to free him. The only weapons at her disposal is a sword and her wits. But there is something more sinister that waits for them all.

Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.

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Help Wanted: Western on Mars

11 Dec

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Welcome to the Wild West on Mars…

Gatling Gary is a poor cowboy and has been robbed by his latest employer. If that wasn’t bad enough, he is chased through the canyons of Mars by an angry Farmer after he accidentally walked over his crops while fighting through a resolith dust storm.

An independent cowboy down on his luck, he only has the wishes of a poor Spurn girl, Clarissa, wanting to be trained so she can exact vengeance against those who killed her family. Even in desperate need of cash, he refuses to help, afraid to be associated with the poor race, once enslaved a few years back and then emancipated.

He runs from town and tries to find his way to Aurium City for a second chance and to place some distance between him and his enemies. But instead, a voodoo witch doctor spells him. Fighting away his destiny, he is forced onto a mountain near Clarissa.

He relents to help her but only to train her. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with her enemies, the Rotger Brothers. Begrudgingly, he teaches her to shoot a seven shot revolver on Blackhead Mountain. But there is something else bothering him, a lingering feeling…

With very few friends, animals seek him out. A mangy dog won’t stop pestering him. A domesticated lion stalks him. A beautiful horse attracted to him. These creatures don’t seem to be enough for Gatling to overcome his losses.

But his path leads him in circles until he is faced with an inevitable choice.

This book is intended for adults only: it contains violence, language, and adult situations.

For Kindle

For Nook

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Western, wild west, space western, space opera, gunfighter, gunfight, science fiction, mars colony, steam punk, western sci fi

Dragon Perched on the White House

3 Dec

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