BLURB: The Veritable Thrill of Exactitude

A tardy vengeance means you share the tyrant’s guilt. The veil between worlds has been torn. The land is rife with death. The work of a man who desires only perfection drawn from religious lust. His son is pulled between loyalty to his father and the logic of his veil-dwelling guard, Kenway. Choices and reality become vital as danger grows with the threat of renegade groups seeking vengeance, and even Kenway is conflicted between his heart and his duty.
Success or betrayal, which will triumph?
A percentage of the royalties from the sale of this book will be donated to the National Autistic Society, a registered charity in England and Wales (269425) and in Scotland (SC039427).

The last sentence helps explain everything that precedes it.

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Brad
Brad
1 day ago

Indubitably!

RK@HM
RK@HM
1 day ago

A brief excerpt:

It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. The maid screamed.

Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon!

While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up.

A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day.

At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly.

Could it be that she was the sister of the boy in Kansas who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of the maid who had escaped from the pirates?

The intern frowned.

“Stampede!” the foreman shouted, and forty thousand head of cattle thundered down on the tiny camp. The two men rolled on the ground grappling beneath the murderous hooves. A left and a right. A left. Another left and right. An uppercut to the jaw. The fight was over. And so the ranch was saved.

The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. He had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life.

(I keed! I keed!)

Nicholas Dollak
9 hours ago
Reply to  RK@HM

LOL! As a kid, I once tried to assemble Snoopy’s entire novel from the fragments that appeared in the comics – in their order of appearance, of course, which this matches.

Even at that tender young age, I was only curious as to what the story was, and wouldn’t have attempted to pass it off as my own work.

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