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Saturday, December 19, 2015
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Estranged Lands- a mystery on Europa
Kindle: Estranged Lands
Seventeen murders brought Agent Jessica Langlow back to Europa.
Europa was her least favorite colony in the solar system. The moon’s mining workforce had been infused with criminals and indebted poor. Its Upper and Underground City was a corrupt and greedy institution that allowed all kinds of vices like gambling, prostitution, drugs and alcohol. But Europa has something more unique than its supplies of water, mercury and silver; five hundred meters of ice cover a vast ocean of animals.
Jessica had investigated the Upper City before, removing a corrupt entity known as the Circle. But there are old members still about the city complex, which adds another twist to the crimes. They appear to be involved with the permission of Earth.
The Council oversees the operation but there is no love between them and the workers. The murders of the poor don’t bother the Council but the loss of the CATR controls over the cargo shipments draws concern.
As she investigates the murders, she learns that Europa had changed. The Droners and Ropers are even more isolated from each other. Security officers were individually tending to their duties without coordination with each other. The indebted workers were prospering and yet output was increasing. And a casino had been built and thriving.
But Agent Langlow quickly discovered that she wasn’t the first person sent to Europa. Special operatives were sent to secure cargo labeled as “future weapons.” Another sinister plot has shaken Europa’s mystery and too many secrets obstruct her ability to carry out her mission.
Kindle: Estranged Lands
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Trailer for There's No Place Like Hell
Captain Garbazhio and his crew of misfit Vampires reach Planet Hell. They have crossed paths with the most notorious of all enemies, The Devils. There is no one there to help them; no one there to save them.
As his losses mount, crew members fall from his side, one by one. Garbazhio must face the choices and sins of his past and find a way to overcome them. All of his old haunts return to challenge him. Enemies that he had killed are now there to exact revenge. Where else would they have gone?
He fights demented souls, ghouls, demons, the sons of devils, werewolves, nazis and many more…
His only hope is to reach New Junkyard City and evade his biggest enemy, Krud the android. Garbazhio believes that if he can reach the city that he can escape from Hell and his fate. There is just one problem…
Hell is a terror not for the faint of heart.
Will this be the end of the Vampires? Most likely.
Contains adult situations, language and violence
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Theres-Place-Like-Elven-Vampire-ebook/dp/B016VOHXBC
Barnes n Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1122823094
Vampiric fiction, science fiction, dystopia, dystopian fiction, sci fi, vampire, werewolf, ghosts, ghouls, hell, dark fantasy, dark science fiction, end times, apocalypse, epic battle, hades, spooks, spirit, souls, demented souls, demons, devil, Lucifer, satan, she devil, beelzebub
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
There is no Place Like Hell
There is no Place Like Hell
Captain Garbazhio and his crew of misfit Vampires reach Planet Hell. They have crossed paths with the most notorious of all enemies, The Devils. There is no one there to help them; no one there to save them.
As his losses mount, crew members fall from his side, one by one. Garbazhio must face the choices and sins of his past and find a way to overcome them. All of his old haunts return to challenge him. Enemies that he had killed are now there to exact revenge. Where else would they have gone?
He fights demented souls, ghouls, demons, the sons of devils, werewolves, nazis and many more…
His only hope is to reach New Junkyard City and evade his biggest enemy, Krud the android. Garbazhio believes that if he can reach the city that he can escape from Hell and his fate. There is just one problem…
Hell is a terror not for the faint of heart.
Will this be the end of the Vampires? Most likely.
Contains adult situations, language and violence
Vampiric fiction, science fiction, dystopia, dystopian fiction, sci fi, vampire, werewolf, ghosts, ghouls, hell, dark fantasy, dark science fiction, end times, apocalypse, epic battle, hades, spooks, spirit, souls, demented souls, demons, devil, Lucifer, satan, she devil, beelzebub
Monday, October 5, 2015
Robin Luddites anthology
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.
In the first book, Darius Jones returns to Dallas to investigate the murder of his brothers. He discovers the secrets of his removal from Robin Luddite status and the enemy lurking underground.
After the baffling revelations behind the mystery of his betrayal, Darius returns to New Orleans, a Venice in the ravaged world. He enlists the help of Sonya and Gus Sips to resolve the mystery of a dead john and prostitute. It leads him to San Antonio, a power station providing electricity and more freely for all Breeds.
The disappearance of their friend and a kidnapped child leads Darius and Sonya to return to Dallas. They confront old enemies and with the aide of their new allies save their friends from certain slavery. The conflict opens up wounds from Darius’ past, a long lasting discord between family members. Old rivalries and new enemies lead the Jones family across the South in this epix three book anthology with three exciting short stories.
Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.
Friday, September 25, 2015
5th edition Space Station Apocalypse
5th edition, most popular sci fi book as of yet from my collection, Space Station Apocalypse, http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004MDLXJS
Monday, August 31, 2015
Zig-Zag Fort: Instructional carpentry guidebook to build a fort.
Instructional carpentry guidebook to build a fort.
Some of us are not as creative or skilled enough to design our own forts. This instructional document is to help the novice or semi-experienced carpenter to create their own fort for their children or even pets.
This fort was specifically designed in a certain manner. It is called a Zig-Zag Fort because is has three platforms positioned to look like a Z. The picture on the front cover is the fort that was designed for this plan. Some modifications were made to simplify this plan for the novice. This fort was designed to be a solitary 8x12x10 fort.
This fort has a ladder leading into both 2x8 sections on the front and back. The deck is four feet from the ground and the roof is four feet from the deck.
I would like to point out that the instructional drawings are not to scale. They are renditions to help visually explain certain details, not to be taken as scale models. They are approximate shapes and patterns but very easy to follow.
I would recommend thoroughly reading the entire instructions before proceeding with construction. There are options, choices and special notes that may be of interest to you.
Cost: The price for the materials to build this project would be dependent upon what material that you purchase. Some lumber is more expensive than others. However, the original structure was designed with standard pine so the general cost would be around $400, that would include hardware.
http://www.amazon.com/Zig-Zag-Fort-Guidebook-Book-12-ebook/dp/B014ON9DCE/
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015
A Vampire in an Elven Court: The Converted Word
(The third chapter in the Elven Vampire series.)
The family heirloom has been stolen. The castle has been ransacked. The wayward Prince Garbazhio has been summoned to return home to help solve the case.
The Elven Vampire Prince brings along his good friend, Scruta with his natural magical properties. They are also joined by the sticky fingered boy, Rabyutte. Together they will cause chaos in the calm and proper Elven City of Agarentell.
The android is in the city, causing all kinds of trouble. The Prince has to stop him and recover the family heirloom. But there are twists and turns in the bounds of his corrupt family that obstructs his job. Between his family and the android, he does not know who to trust. What makes it worse is that they hate him, and his Vampirism.
They have to fight through mobs, Griffins, walking dead, robots and the more fearsome… his family of twisted siblings.
This book is intended for adults only: it contains violence, blood, language, sex, nudity and very adult situations.
For Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Vampire-Elven-Court-Converted-ebook/dp/B00AP5YNWG
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Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Double Eagle War Trailer
2032, the prophecies have caused riots and chaos.
Detectives Marx and Durst are caught up in a mystery of body parts that are washing up on Gulfport’s shores. After some investigation, they discover records of missing limbs ignored by their predecessors and the forgotten people missing 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.
In the southwest of the Navajo Nation, Officer Ankti struggles with his own mystery. The land is changing and there are strange tracks leading into the abandoned mines. Elder Peta Ptaysanwee tries to help Ankti understand his spiritual heritage but he can’t see it. He is lost in his own land.
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, eventually suspending them.
A mother of a lost son pleads with Detective Fiona Marx to find the killer and bring her justice.
Two Detectives have to make a choice to go against their orders and chase the stranger across state lines, eventually to lead them into Arizona, 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 people through experimentation, the answers to the Double Eagle coin, the truth of Jenson’s followers, or bring them all to their doom?
This work contains, violence, adult situations and language.
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Amazon- Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007R9AFCA
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Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Peta Ptaysanwee
Follow the story of Navajo Elder Peta Ptaysanwee as he discovers the truth about Mech and the Blue Star space station. His past and future are molded like the copper bowl that he uses to tune the portals. Learn the history and events leading up to the end of the world and the beginning of the new one.
The Blue Star Assembly forms and follow the Blue Dragons as they help save refugees and the displaced escape into Fifth World. The Miguels guide the people into Machu Picchu and save them from Jenson’s thugs before rendezvousing with the Elder at the Yucatan peninsula.
The Trail ends with Elder Peta Ptaysanwee rescuing the large mass of refugees by allowing them to enter the Antarctica Temple.
The Elder’s weapons are his patience, bowl, a tuning fork, animals and his understanding of the prophecies that are meant to guide the innocent, poor and meek into their future home of Fifth World.
Start from the beginning and end at the beginning.
http://www.amazon.com/Peta-Ptaysanwee-Fifth-World-Stories-ebook/dp/B00XDN7QJ4/
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Sunday, May 3, 2015
Saturday, April 11, 2015
The Mythical Creatures Return to Earth
SSA
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/space-station-apocalypse-jax-e-garson/1110598501?ean=2940014468923
DEW
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/double-eagle-war-jax-e-garson/1110598542?ean=2940014469197
FW
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fifth-world-jax-e-garson/1114784774?ean=2940016237503
EOW
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/end-of-the-world-jax-e-garson/1117227642?ean=2940148377856
ROA
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/restoration-of-atlantis-jax-e-garson/1118408077?ean=2940148284024
SSA
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004MDLXJS
DEW
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007R9AFCA
FW
http://www.amazon.com/Fifth-World-Blue-Star-ebook/dp/B00BQ52JA2/
EOW
http://www.amazon.com/End-World-Blue-Star-Garson-ebook/dp/B00G3ZVZPA/
ROA
http://www.amazon.com/Restoration-Atlantis-Blue-Star-Garson-ebook/dp/B00I4WFXNA/
Lonely House
http://www.amazon.com/Lonely-House-Fifth-World-Stories-ebook/dp/B00NDK0ZQI/
Saturday, March 28, 2015
The Scandal of Vampire Cults: $0.99
The Scandal of Vampire Cults: The Obliterated Word
His only friend is dead. Garbazhio, the Elven Vampire, returns to Junkyard City after being betrayed. He searches the city for clues about the Wizard Raphuesh who had conned his friend to betray him. After the betrayal and death of his friend, he is determined to take his revenge on the Wizard.
In the middle of his focused vengeance, he becomes trapped in a circle of lies and hatred of the Vampire covens. The Vampires are being hunted by a police force of Ogres, controlled by an unknown benefactor. While chasing Vampires, someone is consolidating the covens power and using it to subvert normal people..
He befriends a fellow Vampire called Scruta. He is another refugee from the deserted Wizards Mall. He finds value in his knowledge as well as his skills in magic. He helps to fight away the armies that attack them.
They are trailed by a mischievous child, a pilfering, pick pocketing thief. The boy knows more about the lies around the city than anyone else. They are trapped between two opposing forces while keeping the boy from wandering into more trouble.
But Garbazhio finds another reason to keep tabs on the boy, his mother is a splendid beauty that he wishes to have a bite of. She eventually leads them to a final battle with the Wizard and the Vampire cults.
If you like dystopian fiction, post-apocalyptic thrill rides, Elves, Dwarves, magic; and of course Vampires, you must take a bite of this book.
This book is intended for adults only: it contains violence, blood, language, sex, nudity and very adult situations.
Book Excerpt:
He led me to the Spirit Bank. (I didn't have the energy to write down the First National blah, blah… so I’m just going to call it the Spirit Bank.) The building started out typically normal for a bank, lots of marble, a fountain and overdone oak finishing that was peeling. (Not sure what it was peeling from, considering I had never seen the sun breach the smog.)
The inside was a different story. The marble floor was covered in slime, or ectoplasm if you will. Shades, spirits, specters and ghosts hovered about the room (Which theoretically was all the same thing but they were different sizes and shapes and colors.) From what I could tell, the vault was on the second floor but the stairs and floor had been removed. Only the dead employees could reach it. Certainly the lack of stairs was a deterrent to robberies. From my perspective, it appeared to be quite chaotic. Spirits wandered aimlessly from customer to vault. There was no tellers or adding machines or bars, nothing but an open space with customers waiting on the floor and spirits hovering over our heads, racing around like they were having track meets.
I looked to my newest comrade. My look said, “Are you kidding me?” He responded with another look that said, “Yes, this is it.”
It should be noted that I smelled something. No, my Vampire senses cannot smell spirits. They have no “real” smell, just that cold air smell. The smell was something familiar that reminded me of Basoora’s home. I looked about the foyer, trying to find a zombie; it was the first thing that I considered. After a few seconds, I disregarded the smell, thinking it must had been the lingering stench when the Dwarf had visited Spirits Bank.
We were immediately noticed by one of the spirits. It turned abruptly, stared for long minutes and then wisped towards us. In a hollow voice, it said, “May I be of service to you.” Behind its voice, an echo of chimes sounded.
I stammered, “I am looking for some information on a friend.”
“Do you have notarized documentation proving a relationship between you and your friend?”
“Uh… not really. He came to an abrupt end…”
“Were you acquainted with him on his last moments?”
“Um, yes?” The answer came inquisitively because I couldn’t understand the significance of the question. No sooner did I say it that three spirits descended from the ceiling and circled me. They looked shadowy compared to the others that fluttered with a blue and green haze. They spun counterclockwise while chanting numerical figures. I could have only assumed that all of the dead were accountants interrupted before they reached the afterlife and coaxed into the Spirit Bank.
It took a few seconds and then my head hurt. They were worming through my brain. I could feel their cold fingers sifting through synapses, flipping through memories like index cards. Eventually they found the Ash City battle. They saw us fight for our lives. Then I had bit him. The spirits stopped. Their chimes, chants and whispers echoed in loud quakes. Then they floated to the ceiling.
The spirit glared at me with heavy eyes. “You have a strange way of interacting with friends.” The spirit quaked a little and then stated, “You do not have proper clearance to access his accounts.”
I countered, “I just want to know about his acquaintances, the person who paid him…”
It interrupted, “That information cannot be divulged to you.”
I felt Scruta tugging on my arm, apparently requesting to leave. Of course, I ignored him. My stubborn side always overwrote my senses, my instincts and any rational morsel in my brain. My logic was that I didn’t ask for him to be there. His decision was at his own risk. Anytime, he could have left on his accord. I was sure that he was a big boy; didn’t need me to hold his hand.
I pressed, “All I want was a name, some direction…”
The room froze. I have to admit that my Vampire senses did much of the same thing. I knew that time hadn’t stopped but it sure felt like it from my standpoint. The spirits were frozen in their tracks like someone pressed a pause button. They hung in the air while watching me. The other customers were smart enough to curl into balls and wait for the terrifying episode to subside.
Instinctively my hand rested on the hilt of my sword. My feet had a different inclination; they started shifting towards the doors. I never understood how one part of the body could have a different inclination than the others. After all, there was only one brain. Just like the penis. It thought one way; its smaller will seemed to override any rational thought from the brain.
The spirit hovered closer to me and I squealed, “Perhaps I could talk to a manager?”
From its actions, it looked stumped for a moment. It thought to itself and then nodded. We were airlifted and sent towards the third floor. No elevators, no floors, just walls and doors. The Manager’s office looked over the bank’s lobby. We were gently set down and then abandoned on the edge of the doorway’s threshold.
I peered into the room without taking a step inside. There didn’t seem to be anyone there. It was a typical office with an oak desk, padded chairs and shelf of books that no one read.
“See the manager?” Scruta questioned, concerned that I made the wrong choice. I was also concerned. “Do you even know the manager?” he said, apparently annoyed.
Again mentally, I reminded myself that he wasn’t invited. “Is it the Consolidator?”
“Not bloody likely,” he responded sincerely. In the last couple of hours, I had realized that my new friend was not accustomed to sarcasm. I was starting to think he was a stray dog, thinking the way that he followed me around. There was a strange innocence about how he perceived the world, even for an older man. There was something “too accepting” about his behavior.
A toilet flushed. A sink turned on. I then realized that the manager was in the john. The door opened and a hulking creature came out. I expected something more ethereal, but something more material arrived. He was fat, really fat. He waddled back and forth on his two legs. He squeezed into a brown suit and white shirt with a tie that had pictures of flies on it. Other than his fatness, there was one last thing unusual about him. His head was a toad.
Without thinking, I exclaimed, “What the fuck is that?!!”
Scruta sighed aggressively, tugged on my sleeve and explained, “A Laotion from China.”
I turned to my friend with a puzzled expression printed on my face. “A what?!!”
“Chinese myth of the Toad King, Lao. They were said to be descendants of him.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Still not thinking about the words that were flying out of my mouth.
Copyright 2012, 2014
by Jax E. Garson
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Saturday, February 21, 2015
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Confessions of an Elven Vampire
Refusal to Convert (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 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
2012, 2013 all rights reserved
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAde1HnsZ0w
Amazon (Kindle)
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00A8R45C4
Barnes and Noble:
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