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30
Oct
17

The Emperor’s Nocturne: A Tarot Story

Photo Oct 17, 12 06 43 PMMost people don’t know that I read Tarot. In fact, there was a time when I did it as a profession. I would regularly do private readings for individuals and public readings at festivals and corporate events. I would also read for myself every day by picking a card and accepting its message. Occasionally I would pick two cards. One for the masculine. One for the feminine. Sometimes a little more balance is required.

I had always been fascinated by the cards. I delved deeper into that world while I was living in Florida. I was dating a lovely witch at the time. She was the first to put a deck in my hands. She taught a variety of classes at the local Wiccan gathering spot. She encouraged me to take some classes with another teacher there that was quite gifted with Tarot and definitely had clairvoyant mojo going on. The woman was funny, flamboyant, and wise. I enjoyed every class I took with her. Especially her class in Storytelling with Tarot.

The object of this class was to sharpen one’s writing skills by randomly choosing cards from the deck and quickly writing something based on your immediate impressions. The first night of the class I purchased a goth deck. It was filled with beautiful dark images that spoke to me. The following day I grabbed a pad of paper and drove onto the beach at Daytona. I shuffled the deck thoroughly then closed my eyes and choose a card. It was The Emperor card. I quickly began to write.

Never before, or since, have I written something so quickly and clearly. I was proud of my work and presented it to the class that night. It was well received and I went on to pass the class with flying colors. I then put the piece in a drawer and there it stayed until several years later. I was just starting my career as a published author and was looking for short pieces that I could use to promote myself. I found the Emperor’s Nocturne again. I tweaked it a bit and posted it as a freebie on social media.

Within forty-five minutes of my first post I received a request from an independent publisher to include the long form poem in an anthology that was just about to be released. The print book was pairing the work of classic horror writers with the work of new emerging writers. When the book was released I found myself paired with Edgar Allan Poe and his poem Ligeia. I was honored. The book went on to become quite successful and was eventually nominated for a Bram Stoker award.

Every Halloween I think of the lovely witch, the goth card, and the dark poem. The Emperor’s Nocturne became the first published work that introduced me to the world at large as a writer. All from the mystery of a randomly chosen card. A card that speaks of responsibility, authority, and reason. It also speaks of new beginnings, the exploration of possibilities, and the belief of self-determination.

On this Samhain, this All Hallows Eve, as the days grow shorter and the nights grow colder, when the veil between this world and that is at its thinnest, and possibilities abound, I present to you the magic of The Emperor’s Nocturne.

I hope you enjoy and, oh yes, I wish for you a Happy Halloween!!

 

The stroke of midnight.

The reflection of moonlight.

The beckoning of the graveyard.

All these seemingly glorious things disturbed the Emperor this night.

Down below, in their bedchamber, the Empress played her pipe organ. Even the full rich tones extending from her fingers could not soothe him this night.

This was their ritual.

When she wanted him, truly wanted him, she would play and he would come.

Wherever he was, in whatever state his mind, he would hear her nocturne for him.

The organ’s music moaned past every hall, and through every room, until it reached his deepest, darkest places.

But not tonight.

Tonight she would have to wait.

Tonight the Emperor was full of longings. Three wicked longings, to be specific, for three wicked women.

He was searching for an answer to a questions best kept to himself.

It was only once a century or so that the Emperor found himself in this particular state.

Every once in a great while, he would doubt himself. The subject of this concern was always different, but the effect was the same.

Incapacitation.

This was never a good thing, and the less the others in his world knew about the matters on his mind, the better.

The Emperor ruled over a devoutly dark empire.

There was some light provided by the permanent tri-lunar eclipse that hung in the pitch black sky. It was just enough to bathe everything in shadows, and in those shadows his people flourished.

They walked on a carpet of blue-black leaves that covered the ground. The ever blooming, ever barren trees provided them places to lurk, and the constant, ever swirling wind carried their whispers.

Those whispers could not include his doubts.

That would make him vulnerable.

So tonight he did what he always did in times of trouble. He summoned his counselor, and while he waited he pondered deeply.

How could he love another, and another, and another, while still loving his Empress?

The three sisters had played with his black heart from the very beginning.

Together they were indomitable. His closest allies and confidantes. Separately, they were deadly Venuses to his appetites.

The first came to him one midnight.

In his chambers.

While the Empress slept at his side.

Her long black hair brushed his face as she put her finger to his lips to silence him. She mounted him, there in the royal bed and he was lost in her quiet passions.

The Empress never stirred.

The second came to him as he swam in the deep purple ocean that surrounded his empire.

He loved to see the blood-like waters cascading off of his pale flesh.

That night the light from the edge of the moons lit the naked form of what was to be his next wicked indiscretion.

She swam out to him and when she reached him, she put her finger to his lips to silence him.

She put her lips to his open mouth and began to provide him with the only air he would breathe as they both sank to the ocean floor.

The third visited him while he visited the graves of his parents.

He had killed them both in a rage, and they became the subject of a passed counselor’s counseling.

He was there to tell them that their deaths were just and justified.

When he finished, he saw her.

She was naked and lying on the cold granite slab that marked her own grave.

When he reached her, she reached out to him. She pulled him onto her, and as he slid inside her, she put a finger to her own lips.

To silence herself.

No matter what he did to her that night on that slab, no matter how hard he loved her, she never let out a sound.

But in her constantly open eyes, he saw his own lust. He saw own vicious passions reflected.

Midnight hair.

Moonlight skin.

Graveyard Eyes.

All separate passions, all separate indiscretions and yet, all the same.

Each of the sisters said the same as they walked away.

We are each one, and in each one, we are together forever, my love.

The organ music stopped, and there was silence.

Had the Empress heard his thoughts?

Had he been revealed?

In that moment, he heard his beloved’s voice in his mind.

They are each one, and in each one, we are together forever, my love.

The organ music began again.

The Emperor smiled.

His nocturnal goddess had left him a balm in his mind.

She left him the realization that all three sisters were a manifestation of her. His devoutly dark mistress had created them all for both their pleasures.

The Emperor sank deeply into his red velvet throne with the announcement that the counselor had arrived.

His problem was solved.

There were no indiscretions.

The women that haunted him were one and the same.

There was no need for a counselor.

The Emperor decided he would kill him, just as he had killed the others before him.

He would feed off of his black blood and leave the carcass for his pets to nosh.

The Emperor felt much better.

He was himself again.

 

Edward MedinaEdward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

 

24
Sep
17

Bones, Crowns and Gaman (AXP2): Gaman

Photo Sep 16, 11 42 40 PMA fox woke on a rowboat far out at sea.

The water was choppy and the wind was blowing gently but both carried promises of more to come. Storm clouds were gathering. The fox could see them darkening the star-studded sky. The wind chilled and a bank of quick moving fog rolled in with it. The naked fox looked for anything in the empty boat to cover himself when he discovered that there were no oars either.

As the fog engulfed the drifting boat, a rope dropped from the sky. The knotted end fell hard onto the floor of his boat. The fox looked up but there was nothing much to see. All he saw was the other end disappearing into the clouds above. He gave the thick rope a tug. The line was fully secured somewhere above him. Seeing no alternative, as the water became choppy and the rowboat began rocking with the waves, he grasped on to the rope and began to climb.

The naked fox had no tangible recollection of how he had arrived at this moment. All he thought he knew for sure was that he had died somehow. There was a rush of bracing wind as he continued to climb. The fox had found his afterlife and it was a cold bitter place. He took a pause and looked down. The boat below him was inundated in water as the chop became more aggressive. He watched as his little vessel took on water and was swallowed whole by the angry sea. With no hope below he began to climb again.

The fox could now hear a deep hum coming from above him. He had no idea what could be making that sound but he was committed to the climb and that meant getting closer to the source. A sudden image in his mind made him stop. There she was. A peahen with an alluring smile. There was a tavern. A mad squirrel. The fox was an actor. There was a performance. A maniacal crow was there.

The fox began to feel dizzy. There was a mug with a drink. He could taste the burn of the brew again. He began having trouble breathing. His memories were killing him even in death. The fox was a criminal. He had a price to pay. There had been love but it was gone now. There was a pain in his chest. His heartbeat was racing. The peahen had a name. It was Minerva. The fox could feel himself falling. She was Fate. The fox was about to lose his grip on the rope when it began to pull him upwards.

The speed of the quick pull snapped him back to the moment. He was no longer in control of his climb. He was being pulled higher and higher through a black cloud. The rope and the fox burst through the cloud top and all was suddenly still. There was no storm here. There was no wind or rain or fog. There was just clear night sky and the silhouette of a grand ship floating freely in the dark.

Photo Nov 24, 11 05 21 PMBones, Crowns and Gaman is the second novella in the Adventures of the X Pirates series. Amazon readers have already made both A Murder of Crows, the prolog to these tales, and The Demise of Foxy Jack the first adventure Amazon best sellers in both the Fantasy and Action Adventure categories.

This installment will tell us how a murderous villain established his secret island base and began spreading his agenda of terror. How a young Queen came to power while those around her plotted against the throne and the ruling family. There’s a masked soothsayer with dire warnings, a mysterious foreign lover with plans of her own, a master architect of death’s design, and a hero who wakes on a rowboat far out at sea with no recollection as to how he got there.

Bones, Crowns and Gaman returns you to an all animal world full of epic pirate fantasy, where nothing is what it seems, and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. This is a tale of power and politics, questioned faith and questionable motives, and it’s your next port of call in the Adventures of the X Pirates.

”Bones, Crowns and Gaman is full of drama, love, lust, mystery, intrigue, betrayal, and political mischief. I’m hesitant to say any more without spoiling the plot but I’ve now read all three of these novellas and each one gets better and better. I love how the characters keep growing and the world keeps expanding. The Adventures of the X Pirates series is just like Game of Thrones but with an all animal cast. I highly recommend these books to anyone looking for a grand adventure.” – Amazon Reader

Bones, Crowns and Gaman debuted in the Top Five on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date the Adventures of the X Pirates series has earned 32 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

Bones, Crowns and Gaman is available on Amazon.

Edward MedinaEdward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

24
Sep
17

The Conversation

 

teddy bearWhat am I looking at?

A teddy bear.

A what?

A teddy bear.

I know that. I’m asking why, am I looking at a teddy bear?

It’s how we’re going to get this done.

With a teddy bear?

Yeah.

These things were banned a hundred years ago.

Yeah. Watch your language.

You’re right. Sorry. Purged.

Yes. They were.

So we’re going to use a purged entertainment to do this?

Yeah.

The powers that be will never go for it.

Why were they purged?

Because an adorable entertainment can make us look bad.

Exactly.

Are you insane?

Not yet.

We shouldn’t even be having this conversation.

I know.

Things are purged for a reason.

I know.

The messages they deliver are a force for good.

Yeah.

What’s next?

Next?

Cartoons? Puppets?

No. I told you. I’m not insane.

But the messages?

We can control those.

Control them?

Yes.

It’s cute.

I know.

I’m getting hopeful just standing next to it.

I know.

How do you control that?

It’ll talk.

What?

It will talk.

Oh my God.

No using the Lord’s name in vain.

Sorry. Great.

What?

Now I’m in violation of the third directive.

It’s okay. We’re alone.

Why would we make it talk?

So it can say wonderful things.

Stop.

Things that make one feel better about themselves.

Please stop.

Things that make one think that we’re not in control of what they think.

It doesn’t sound that way to me, at all.

TheConversationImagine if you will that after years of voter suppression, individual disenfranchisement, and political gerrymandering, a seemingly free election were held and your government was replaced by a fascist dictatorship hell bent on taking away all the precious rights that you hold dear.

Now imagine that one hundred years have passed and a conversation is being had at a secret laboratory between a scientist and a state official. A conversation concerning dire circumstances and a rather unique teddy bear.

The Conversation, written by Amazon bestselling author Edward Medina, was originally released in a popular anthology without full disclosure of the circumstances of the events taking place. There was no mention of how, when, where, or even who these characters were. The reader had to discover the frightening information themselves as they read along.

Now years later much of the sci-fi horror of The Conversation has come true. Now is the time to read this tale in a whole new light. No changes have been made. The story is as it was first written. Only now the horror has become real.

“The Conversation is a provocative, horrifyingly excellent read. I hope The Conversation remains a scary short story and never becomes a testament of our future. There are many people who decide to dim or completely “turn off the lights” on themselves but hopefully Medina’s work will open their eyes and evoke change.” – Edward W. Hardy composer of The Woodsman

“What a ride! This story may be short but it is full of chilling imagery. It is a story that will stay with you long after you read it. It is horror at its best making you think as well as squirm in your chair. The Conversation will certainly start many conversations. If you love horror you will love this story. It is truly horrifying in the best sense of the word.” – Joffre McClung author of How Learning to Say Goodbye Taught Me How to Live

The Conversation debuted in the Top Five on the Amazon bestseller list for Short Stories Horror and has earned 28 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, authors, and bloggers.

The Conversation is available on Amazon.

Edward MedinaEdward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

12
Jun
13

Awilda


Awilda Lips

Awilda made an observation last night that made her laugh out loud on the subway. Chicken in a can shouldn’t come in liquid. It’s just wrong. We accept it with tuna. Fish are meant to be in liquid. Chickens are air breathers. Awilda often had thoughts like that. Quick random shots through the dark that made her laugh out loud, or cry quite a lot. She liked to laugh. She didn’t like the crying at all. The laughing helped her forget the dark things. The crying reminded her that the laughing was a lie.

Awilda killed her first vampire when she was six years old. He was a child just like she was. He attacked her and she stabbed him in the heart. Just like that. Nice and easy. She was young, but she knew exactly what he was. She had seen the movies. She knew Bela Lugosi when she saw him. So Awilda killed him and buried his body in the abandoned building where it happened.

There were questions. There were police and an investigation. The boy was a friend, of a friend, of a friend, so no one really talked to her about the incident. They couldn’t find him for a long time and then the questions stopped. They never found the body. Just a few years ago the building was demolished. They built a church on that spot. Awilda laughed a lot when she heard they had done that.

Awilda was a demure young lady of twenty-six now, with an indefatigable mind in a myriad of places. She was very pretty. Not too thin. Not too heavy. She was a bit on the tall side with lots of leg. Her flesh was creamy white with light pink tones. The vampires loved her for all those lovely attributes. They were all foolishly drawn to her because of them. Awilda was her own secret weapon.

She loved her full breasts. She loved the weight of them in her hands. She was also quite fond of her derriere. It was round and plump. Whenever she couldn’t sleep she would lay on her side, close her eyes, and slowly breathe three deep breaths while she caressed all her curves. The sensation would always lull her into dreamtime. Awilda loved her body. She started to develop her shapely presence when she turned thirteen. That’s when she killed her second vampire.

He toyed with her mind. He put his hands on her. Awilda could feel his nails trying to cut into her. She could feel his teeth on her neck. She punched him where it counted, and while he writhed in pain she reached into her backpack for what she needed and staked him. Awilda had learned to carry a knife and a stake with her at all times.

She was so angry that it had happened again, that she cut his head off and burned his body. Just like she read in the books. She wanted to make sure he wouldn’t come back again. There was another investigation and a lot more questions. She had just met him. She really didn’t know him. She stupidly never suspected him. No one came looking for her when they found his charred remains downtown in the East Village.

Awilda started riding the trains into the city when she was ten. She came from a big family and she got ignored quite a lot. At first Awilda thought it was her fault. Perhaps there was something wrong with her. Perhaps she wasn’t worthy of their love and attention, or any special consideration. She felt isolated, but there was no true solitude. Awilda had things on her mind. Awilda was going to get out of that home as soon as she could.

She came to see the MetroCard as an escape key. The minute she hit the city she could feel the vampire energy. She could see their eyes on her. Awilda could hear their minds calling to her. There were lots of them. She didn’t want to stop going into Manhattan. She truly loved the colors, the smells, and the sounds of the city. So she learned to take precautions and carry more protection. Awilda also decided she needed to start making plans in order to curtail this infestation.

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Awilda’s story was originally intended for an anthology submission, but Amazon bestselling author Edward Medina fell in love with her, and decided to keep Awilda all to himself.

Now it’s time for him to share her with you.

The story of Awilda is an urban paranormal trip through the mind of a dedicated hunter. A hunter specifically designed to kill a very particular form of vampire. Believing it to be her mission since birth, Awilda puts a meticulously planned set of events in motion in order to eradicate the world of this infestation. Good girl by day, holy terror by night, Awilda is not the type of woman you’ll soon forget.

“Rarely has a character so quickly mesmerized me as the elusive, sensual, bibliophile Awilda. She is both protagonist and antagonist, lovable and tragic. The author counters humorous quips with startling violence. There is an effortless lyrical rhythm to his story that practically sings off the page.” – Amazon Reader

“Awilda is innocence lost, a conflicted mind, plotting and cold, psychologically damaged, librarian by day and femme fatale by night. if you enjoy short stories, the paranormal, vampires, and insight into the contrasting dark world of a calculating, yet seductive killer, then Awilda is worthy of your reading list.” – Glenn Starkey author of Amazon Moon

Awilda debuted in the top five on the Amazon bestseller list for Short Stories Horror and has earned 20 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, authors, and bloggers.

Awilda is available on Amazon.

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Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.

20
Feb
13

The Demise of Foxy Jack (AXP1): The Life Of Warren Bronck

early_morning_rowboat

Warren Bronck had had enough so he took a rowboat out to sea. He had grown tired of all the jibber jabber, folderol, and twaddle of the populous at large. All he wanted was a place to fish that was all his own. All he wanted was some peace and quiet.

Everyone knows that pelicans are natural fishers of the seas. Everyone knows that they are jovial, even-tempered, celebratory creatures. Warren Bronck was a pelican, but he was none of those other things. If you encountered him in the morning he was usually grumpy. By evening he was normally using a great deal of salty language.

Other than his temperament Warren was a striking figure of a pelican. He was tall, big chested, and had a deep rich voice. To most, he seemed distinguished and charming. In truth he was such a master of the obvious and ironic that no one could tell when he was deriding them. What Warren meant as a painful verbal barb, others took to be funny, wise, and sometimes sage advice from an elegant curmudgeon.

The proud pelican’s attitude and pronouncements weren’t always confused and misunderstood. In the beginning he laughed with his fishing mates and everyone was in on the joke. A sarcastic taunt from Warren was accepted as a badge of honor and everyone would cast off roaring with laughter.

Inherit a nickname from the bird and it was yours during your life in service to the net and to the catch. If today was the day for you to be the specific target of a majority of his taunts and teasings, you accepted it. By day’s end, after all the boats had returned home safe and full with the hard earned bounty of the sea, you relished it.

Then one day Warren changed. Everyone remembered the day it happened. Each creature in existence deals with a day like that in their own way. Warren dealt with it by becoming someone he really wasn’t. Everyone else dealt with it by just believing that nothing, not even Warren, had changed. But everyone, and everything in the fishing metropolis of Blithe had indeed changed, and the impact was most profound in the life of Warren Bronck.

Blithe eventually returned to a sort of normal after that day, when the sound of progress and commerce buzzed and whirred and boomed again. The engines of single minded purpose had begun. There were ships to be built. The Queen had ordered a great many ships. The revenge hungry military beast had to be fed. The Empire itself needed to be fed, and the creatures in it were hungrier than ever. The catch had to be hauled in and brought to market, over and over again, ship after ship. It then had to be processed, iced, packed, and sent to all points by land and sea.

Before the return of the incessant noise, in the time just after that fateful day, Blithe had been quiet, reserved. Everyone was polite to one another. Everyone had become more aware and understanding of the plight of their fellow creatures. There was of course great pride for the Empire. The Queen herself paid a visit. Political figures basked in the light of the moment. The Empire and its creatures would survive and build again. They would all move on and prevail. But for Warren things were getting too busy, too loud, too normal, much too soon.

04. DFJThe Demise of Foxy Jack is the first novella in the Adventures of the X Pirates series. Amazon readers have made A Murder of Crows, the prolog to these tales, an Amazon best seller in both the Fantasy and Action Adventure categories.

This installment will tell us how a seafaring wanderer discovered an island and founded a town he never wanted to be a part of and how a once purposely lost orphan went from little known actor, to master criminal, to reluctant hero. There’s a traveling troupe of performers, a gang of clever grifters, a sect of stealthy spies, and we’ll learn what happen when Karma, and Destiny join these dark pirate rogueries.

The Demise of Foxy Jack returns you to an all animal world full of epic pirate fantasy, where nothing is what it seems, and everything is suspect. A world where both heroes and villains have a tortured past and every twist and turn tests their resolve. As told by Foxy Jack himself this is a tale of daring choices made, difficult paths taken, great love won and lost, and it’s your next port of call in the Adventures of the X Pirates.

“The Demise of Foxy Jack is a fantasy world where the characters are surprising at every turn. it was a pleasurable read, one that allows you to take time out from our hectic, mad world, and simply enjoy a good adventurous tale.” – Glenn Starkey author of Solomon’s Men

The Demise of Foxy Jack debuted in the Top Five on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date the Adventures of the X Pirates series has earned 32 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

The Demise of Foxy Jack is available on Amazon.

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Edward Medina is an Amazon KDP bestselling author of high fantasy, dark horror, and epic adventure books, short stories, and poems. To date his combined works have earned over one hundred and fifty Amazon and Goodreads five star reviews from readers, reviewers, bloggers, teachers and fellow authors.

He is a native New Yorker who over time has built a significant and multifaceted career. He has been a producer, director, and writer for both digital media and the New York Off and Off – Off Broadway stages. He also had the honor and the privilege to work for the late great Jim Henson creator of the Muppets.

Edward founded a successful independent production company dedicated to family entertainment and children’s causes. He also established a multimedia company in order to assist nonprofits achieve their own cause related goals. He went on to become a theme park designer. For fun he became a steam train engineer and has been since childhood a sometime magician.

Currently Edward is a critic and feature entertainment columnist covering Broadway, Off Broadway, Off-Off Broadway, Clubs and Cabarets for TheaterScene and The Fire Island Sun. He also maintains his love of theatrical production by continuing to create new works for both stage and screen. And his dream of building a fully realized world of fantasy on tropical shores is still very much alive and well.

If you’d like more detailed information on Edward’s work, visit his LinkedIn profile or his website. You can also explore his books, follow him on Twitter, like his page on Facebook, and subscribe to his blog on WordPress.

Edward Medina is proud to be a member of the American Theatre Critics Association, the Dramatists Guild, the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, and the Horror Writers Association.




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