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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.

 

19
Sep
17

The Demise of Foxy Jack (AXP1): The Island of Bronck

Photo Sep 16, 11 42 43 PMBradley Bemboom was a black panther of grace and style with a calm disposition especially when facing the unknown. He was of royal blood and could trace his lineage to the first regional monarchs that came before the Empire. He was educated at the finest military schools and academies. Committed to a life at sea and in service to the Crown he rose quickly through the ranks and gained a fierce reputation as a pirate killer.

Chief General Cameron Brazen named him, the Night Hunter. All those that served under his various commands called him, the Iron Fist in the Velvet Glove. Clearly deserving of the opportunity, he was given charge of the Valiant under the command of Admiral Ludlow Castle at the Battle of Bourne. As he walked the deck, Bemboom recognized the ship before him. She was much bigger than he remembered, and bathed in scattered shafts of wandering moonlight she was most frightening.

Bradley Bemboom was disgraced and fell out of favor when he spoke out after Bourne. The Empire did not destroy the enemy that day. The scoundrels had simply slipped away in a clever illusion. Revenge and Nightthorn were outgunned and inexperienced. They should never have escaped the clutches of four of Her Majesty’s finest ships.

There was no need to hide the truth but he watched as both command and crown did just that. All concerned didn’t want the Empire to appear weak and vulnerable. Instead they created a nightmare that enjoyed hunting and killing.

The panther’s career ended when he began telling government officials that he saw genius in what Nightthorn had achieved, and he agreed with the Brethren of Crows purpose of rooting out corruption. He also believed that the crow had justification in seeking out revenge on those who killed his family. Bemboom was subsequently stripped of all rank, titles, and property, and was banished from court.

The mad squirrel that dreamt up Tamasha fished Bemboom from the bottom of a bottle so that he could captain her and on this night the panther was beginning to wonder if sobering up and agreeing to the task had been a wise move.

He could feel the fur on the back of his neck rising.

Is that what I think it is, captain?

Bemboom had been startled, but never showed it.

Yes it is, Mister Thompson.

His stalwart first mate was wearing his fear.

Why is she here and abandoned, sir?

Bemboom knew why.

Because she’s dead, Mister Thompson.

He turned to his nervous first mate.

Or hadn’t you heard?

The captain smiled a little smile.

Fear is never to be feared, my friend.

With that the panther leapt onto the deck of the infamous ghost ship, Revenge.

Bemboom was now standing on hallowed ground. Moonlight and shadows danced around him. His footsteps seemed to echo as he firmly but cautiously took his first steps. He admired her eerie glory. A nightmare circus turned into a ship. Wood from whatever they could find to build her hull, posts and poles for masts, and big top circus tents for sails. It would all be comical and endearing if not for her reputation and the feeling of foreboding that reeked from her.

Bemboom could sense that death had been here many times over. Below him, the deadliest firepower on the high seas was silent. She had doubled her gun doors since last they met. And she had murdered and destroyed so many. Revenge was scarred too. Her once bright colors were fading away. Battle torn wood, scorch marks, and blood had joined the palette that colored her appearance and demeanor. Bemboom thought everything about her was deadly, devious, and somehow deceptive.

A shaft of moonlight split the darkness and all that was Benjamin Nightthorn suddenly stood before him, the crack in his scarred beak from Belladonna’s ring when she beat him, the edges of his feathers left gray from the singe of the lightning that struck him on the night he tore out her heart, and the ever present bloodthirsty revenge hungry fire in his eyes.

Bemboom stepped towards the crow incarnate.

Have you come for me?

He dared ask.

Never forget. Never forgive.

Nightthorn whispered as he faded away under the cover of another passing cloud.

Revenge and her cannon suddenly roared to life and fired upon Tamasha at point blank range. Not being fit for battle she was instantly obliterated. Unlike many of Nightthorn’s destructions at sea that went unreported for months, news of Tamasha traveled quickly across the Empire because of the rank and caliber of some of the guests on board. No one knew that not all were lost.

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 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.

28
Feb
14

The Corpse of Madeline Hill

photo by Eric HahnNew York State’s Hudson Valley is fertile ground for specters and legends of all types and lineages. Everyone knows the story of Sleepy Hollow. Not far from the Headless Horseman’s territory, in Ulster County, New York, you’ll find the small town of Accord. You’ll miss it if you drive by too quickly. Accord has one of these stories. Accord has one of these cautionary tales wrapped around a haunting event. A tale that’s meant to remind us that love is eternal, and that evil and hate are real, and both come with death not far behind.

Follow any of the winding two lane roads that run through Accord and you’ll find an eerily peaceful spot. All roads lead here. No matter which set of turns you take. Ask anyone in town and they’ll all tell you the same thing. They’ll say that all roads lead to Whitfield Cemetery.

Once you arrive you’ll find all the things that would make this a traditionally peaceful spot. Several small groups of trees are scattered about. They cast enough of a shadow to add a proper air of respectful solemnity to the surroundings. No walls nor any fence or gate encircles it. Whatever unrest exists here is free to come and go at its pleasure.

Seven hundred and fifty-seven souls call Whitfield Cemetery home. Revolutionary and Civil War veterans reside there. As do doctors, lawyers, teachers, farmers, carpenters, housewives, husbands, children and infants. Some lead exemplary lives, others not so much, and some didn’t have time enough for either. You’ll find generations of local families buried here. Whitfield Cemetery is also the place where you’ll find the corpse of Madeline Hill.

This distinguished lady was laid to rest, if you could call it that, in the lone grave at the top of the small hill on the far side of the cemetery. Everyone calls the hill Madeline Hill, but no one really remembers why. Over time everyone just came to assume that the hill itself was named after some woman. At one point there were so many different versions of her tale that everyone was confused. Or perhaps they had been misdirected by the still living will of the woman buried in the hill. Then one day, no one really knows when, the citizens of Accord all just forgot to tell each other the story anymore.

It was once widely believed that if you put your ear to the ground at Mistress Madeline’s grave you’d hear the beating of her heart down below. If you were brave enough to do it. Deadly things happen at this particular grave. The last set of citizens who whispered about that fact, are buried on the other side of this particular graveyard.

Whitfield Cemetery has had many caretakers. None of them stay very long. One of those anonymous many wanted a small souvenir of the well known resting place he cared for before he left for good. He took a hammer and chisel to her tombstone. All he wanted was a chip. No one was sure what happened next but he was found with the chisel buried in the back of his skull. The chisel wasn’t what killed him. Apparently he had been stung to death by a swarm of mosquitoes first. The chisel came after.

Father Curran drove all the way up from New York City after having heard the story of Madeline Hill. He brought a bottle of sacramental wine to forgive Madeline her sins and consecrate her resting place in order to bring her peace. But this is a place of neither rest nor peace. As he uncorked the bottle the glass shattered. Both his wrists were sliced open. He bled to death right on the spot, with his body laying six feet above the unforgiving mistress below.

The last time anyone tried to disturb her grave was in 1962 when the Felix brothers made their foolish attempt. As the shovel pierced the ground above her corpse, one brother had a massive heart attack that killed him instantly. The other brother tripped over his own feet as he ran for help. He struck his head on her tombstone, and snapped his neck. The Felix brothers had heard the tale that Madeline had been buried with a rather rare and unique bottle of spirits and that simple found fact lead to their deaths.

Stories are powerful. The ones that come with a warning are most important. The story of Madeline Hill has faded away. People have forgotten about it. This is most unfortunate. It’s rather frightening actually because stories like this one should never be forgotten.

The Corpse of Madeline HillAmazon Bestselling author Edward Medina has discovered another unique and frightening story to share with you.

The art of making wine is the art of capturing time in a bottle. It’s about taking living elements at the glory of their being and causing their demise in the most sublime way possible. The art of making wine is the art of capturing life and death in a bottle. The Corpse of Madeline Hill is a tale of luscious wine, eternal love, brutal murder and savage revenge set in the New York State wine regions. This short story also serves as proof that the best revenge is aged revenge.

“Madeline Hill is not a woman to be ignored. It doesn’t matter that she’s dead. She will be heard and her revenge felt long after her death. I encourage you to read The Corpse of Madeline Hill because it is honestly one of the best short stories that I have read in a long time.” – Lucinda Rose author of Blood Child

“Edward Medina is gifted beyond measure in the art of storytelling. The Corpse of Madeline Hill jumps from the pages and swarms the senses in the best revenge tale I’ve read in years. Amazing.” – Amazon Reader

The Corpse of Madeline Hill debuted in the Top Five on the Amazon bestseller list for Short Stories Horror and has earned 12 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, authors, and bloggers.

The Corpse of Madeline Hill is available on Amazon.

Edward Medina

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.

12
Jun
13

Awilda


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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

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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.

Alice Author Pic

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.

17
Feb
13

The Demise of Foxy Jack (AXP1): From The Pen Of Foxy Jack

pirate quill pen

My end of days is near. I can feel it. The Grim Reaper is just around the corner of my every aged turn. I can hear her seductive siren song calling to me. I might be exaggerating slightly. I’m known to have a flair for the dramatic.

I will not apologize for the life I have led. I have enjoyed great joys and felt deep sorrows. I have loved and been loved. I broke a dear heart once, and had mine irrevocably broken in return. I have ended some lives by my own hand. Many have died at my word. I don’t know why I have been allowed to live. It appears that fortune truly favors the foolish.

But for a choice or two, the turn of a key in a different lock, or a path in the road not taken, I could have been a different soul. Upon my death I hope that I am not judged too harshly. To that end, I have decided to put my life, and the circumstances that surrounded it to paper. I have a case to compile for my judgment day.

I have a story to tell.

 

Archibald ‘Foxy Jack’ Leach

On the 7th day of the Owl’s Moon

in the Year of the Firefly

04. DFJ

The 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.

Alice Author Pic

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.

23
Nov
12

It Is Said (MBKS1): Voices In The Forest

There were no starlights in this place. No moons. No other worlds in the night sky. The darkness in this forest was complete. 

Mathias had traveled the only road from town as far as he could.  He had stepped off the path and felt his way through what was now a dense patch of overgrown roots and bare prickly bushes, until he found the pond and the long flat rock. He had been sitting alone deep in the forest for what seemed like several hours. It took that much time for his eyes to adjust to the thick blanket of endless gloom that surrounded him

There was a barely perceptible source of light coming from somewhere, but Mathias couldn’t tell from where. He could just make out the leafless trees that populated this lifeless forest.  In the time that he sat, there was not one sound of life.  There were no creatures of the night. Mathias was sure there were no creatures of the day either. 

The tall trees were an angry tangled mass, and in the darkness, the thin, gnarly branches above seemed like fingers. Fingers on hands waiting to scratch and snatch at the unsuspecting. Trunks seemed to have faces. Eyes. Lips. Teeth. Fog from the cold night mist intertwined itself around these hollow faces adding sorrow to their already tortured features. 

This place was not Sandbox Harbor.

This place couldn’t possibly be the world in which his father and mother lived. All those people and all their children couldn’t be part of a community that was this grey and doom swept. In this eerie place, full of so much sadness, Mathias could understand why, in this village, these people and their children had either gone or were in hiding. 

Looming over all this, was the castle in the sky. Mathias couldn’t see it, but it was there. It was always there. He could feel it drawing him in, and it was succeeding. Mouse said no one ever goes to the castle, but Mathias was convinced it was there that he would find the rider, and the boy.

Mathias was still trying to wrap his mind around the moment Mouse was taken. The rider came out of nowhere. He was a blur. A deliberate, mean, calculated blur. He was a razor thin skeleton in black and red. He wore a long black cape with a hood to hide his face. Tall black boots. Black pants. A black blouse. A long red vest trimmed in black and black gloves trimmed in red. Mathias wasn’t sure he was ready to face the rider again or go to the dark castle, but he would if it meant saving the boy.

Suddenly this soundless world produced a chilling echo. The echo resounded throughout the dense black forest. 

“Someone help me!”

It was the cry of a child.

Mathias stood up on the long flat rock.

“Mouse,” he shouted, “is that you?”

Mathias waited.

Just when he thought his imagination had created the voice, he heard it again.

“Please help me!”

This was the voice of a young girl, and she was terrified.

Mathias jumped off the rock and tried desperately to find the child through the darkness, but he couldn’t see well enough to locate her. She was everywhere in the forest around him.  Running.  Crying.  Screaming. But he couldn’t see her. He couldn’t see her anywhere. 

“Run to my voice!” he cried out.

He could hear her coming closer.

She was so close.

He could feel her fear. 

“Someone help me, please!”

This voice was in front of him. It was coming right at him. Even in this darkness, Mathias understood there was no one there. This was just a voice. Then she passed right through him, and in that instant, he saw her.

A pretty, little girl dressed as a princess.

She was so scared. She looked so confused. Mathias could feel that she was heartbroken. Then she was gone, and the forest fell into a deafening silence.

But this time Mathias was not alone.

The pretty, little girl had left him with her fear as his companion. Tears began to well up inside of him. Her sense of desperation was so complete. Her feelings of hopelessness rang through his body. His heart hurt from her pain. 

Then Mathias heard hoof beats.

This sound he knew. This sound he remembered. This sound made him run. He scrambled and tripped.  He fell, but kept running. Low-lying branches snatched at him.  Prickly bushes scratched at him and still he ran.

Mathias snagged his foot on a tree root and crashed to the ground.  He could only lay there as the hoof beats came down upon him, and then passed over him.  Like the pretty, little princess, there was no rider.  Only the ghost of the rider. Only the echo of a memory.

The forest fell silent again.

Mathias picked himself up and gradually found his way back to the path. He resumed his journey away from the madness of the village, through the lunacy of the forest, and towards the sure insanity of the castle in the sky. At this moment, the mind of Mathias Bootmaker was twisted. He could no longer tell the real from the unreal. His mind and his body were weak. He needed to rest but there was no rest to be found.

As Mathias walked he searched for the puzzle pieces in his mind. Some were there. Some were not. He was beginning to not care. There were new ones. Dark ones. Strange ones. None of them fit together. None of it mattered anymore. Mathias was alone in a world he did not know. He was lonely in a place where isolation seemed a given, and he had lost a child that was lost himself.

Mathias counted each uncertain step he took. Each step was getting him closer to Mouse. The sand on the path was still dark, but it was beginning to shimmer. With each step he took, Mathias could see more of it. He could also see there was a turn in the path. There was a source of light up ahead of him. He started moving faster through the turn, but he remained cautious. There was a large boulder just off the path. Mathias stayed low and ran to it. It provided him cover to spy on the scene taking place just beyond him.

There was what appeared to be an inn or tavern at the side of the road. The light came from two brass lanterns hanging on long poles set on either side of the small path leading to its door. The door was open, and a man was standing beside a carriage that had stopped in front of the establishment. 

The small, burly man wore a long, filthy apron. His rolled up sleeves exposed his big muscular arms. He wore loose-fitting work pants, and his work boots were unlaced. The man ran his thick fingers through his unkempt red hair. He was desperately trying to improve his appearance for the occupant of the carriage. He wiped his hands, front and back, on the apron and gingerly reached out with his right hand, palm up.

A hand reached out in return from the carriage window. It was very much like a child’s hand, but aged. The occupant dropped seven silver coins, one by one, onto the innkeeper’s waiting palm. The burly man bowed. He then went to the back of the carriage and began to turn a heavily tarnished key set into the rear of the coach. A ratcheting sound could be heard with each turn. The man knocked twice on the roof, and the carriage lurched forward.

Mathias was fascinated by the conveyance. Its dainty size was more for a child than it was for an adult. It was obvious that it had once been a beautiful piece of craftsmanship that was no longer cared for. But the thing that was most curious about the carriage was that it had no driver and no horses. It had the classic shape of a covered horse drawn carriage, but it moved entirely under its own power. It was a very well designed, very sophisticated mechanical toy.

The large windup toy travelled to the end of the road where a jumble of trees and branches and roots blocked any further passage.  The plaything did not stop. It travelled right into the blockade. It seemed to melt right through it. The innkeeper stood and watched this happen. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the vehicle’s mystical exit. Once the carriage was gone, he counted each coin, one by one, one hand to the other.  Convinced he had not been cheated, he pocketed the bounty and with a noticeable limp, stepped back into the inn. 

Having no other choice, Mathias walked towards the small structure.  Its construction was sound, but its haphazard collection of construction materials gave it an unbalanced appearance. Woods of various sizes and shapes blended with stones of various weights and colors. Brick and mortar framed the door and windows, and large lumbering logs created a tall, imposing roof.

When Mathias arrived at the door, he found his only clue to the name of this establishment. A weathered rope was looped around a large rusted nail that had long ago been embedded into the center of the door. The rope was tied on either end to a fractured plank of wood. Carved and burned into the plank was the image of a house on one side and what Mathias believed to be a representation of the castle in the sky on the other. A series of lines connected the two structures, and at their center was a large X. 

The castle in the sky was his destination. The small house was the village he had come from. The lines were the road he was walking on, and the mark at its center was where he stood. Anyone traveling in either direction would find this spot the middle of their journey.

This place was the Inn Between.

Mathias tried peeking through the two large windows at the front of the inn. There was faint light coming from within, but the decorative etched glass provided no view. Not knowing what to expect, he slowly pushed the door open and took one step over the threshold.

NEW MBKS1

Amazon author Edward Medina is proud to introduce you to what was his bestselling debut, It Is Said (MBKS1), the first book in the Mathias Bootmaker and the Keepers of the Sandbox trilogy.

This dark fantasy adventure full of mysteries, riddles, and secrets is the story of Mathias Bootmaker, a young man searching for the better parts of himself. His search for what he’s lost begins an amazing journey through a world of extreme imagination. A world he helped to create, but a world he can’t remember anything about. It’s the story of his life, the birth of creativity, and the true power of the energy all around us.

The world of It Is Said (MBKS1) is a dream embedded within a nightmare. A maze inside a labyrinth. It reads like an adventure. It plays like a thriller. It’s designed to make you question every place you go and every character you meet. It’s designed to be a puzzle you must solve.

“It Is Said (MBKS1) is a book for readers who remember what stories can do when in the hands of author who knows a little magic.” – J. Fields Jr. author the Casino Shuffle series.

“If you haven’t tried It Is Said (MBKS1), boy, are you missing out. It’s exquisite. – Jamie DeBree author and blogger

It Is Said (MBKS1) debuted in the top ten on the Amazon bestseller lists for both Fantasy and Action Adventure. To date it has earned 22 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, teachers, authors, and bloggers.

It Is Said (MBKS1) is available at amazon.com.

Alice Author Pic

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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