Posts Tagged ‘bestseller

24
Sep
17

Bones, Crowns and Gaman (AXP2): Bones

Photo Sep 16, 11 42 31 PMIn the great Hall of Records, in the capital city of Largess, a possum by the name of Morton Slumber is listed as missing at sea and presumed dead. The poor soul was aboard the merchant vessel Lilly of the Seas when she went missing and presumed sunk.

Death touches us all, some more than others. For most, death comes only once and with finality. For the rest, death takes us a little bit at a time, visit after visit, leaving us weaker and weaker until the end finally arrives. We learn to fear and respect death, some just come to accept the inevitability of its nature, but for Morton Slumber death represented life and livelihood.

The Slumber family was known throughout the Empire and around the globe even before the Empire came to be. For nine generations the gifted possums worked in service to death, its circumstances, and the memorializing of those who have passed. They assisted the living by providing them with dramatic and elaborate places to mourn their loved ones.

Since time immemorial, monarchs and heads of state have sought a Slumber designed and built mausoleum for their final resting place. The Slumbers’ were all masters of their craft, but Morton Slumber truly had a gift for death’s design.

On the night he went missing, Morton was returning from completing the installation of his memorial for those lost in the aftermath of the Battle of Bourne. The possum had been asleep down below when he thought he heard a woman’s voice calling to him. Still in his night clothes, he went up on deck and found nothing. Not even the moon. At the railing he caught the silhouette of a ship against the black star studded sky. Multiple flashes of blinding bursts of light followed as the dark specter fired her guns.

The second time the possum woke that night he was thrashing about in the water. Morton Slumber could not swim. He could see the Lilly was ablaze and going down quickly. There were dozens of other creatures struggling in the water. There was nothing around him to grab on to and no one near enough to save him. Death comes for everyone. Morton knew that. As he began to slip beneath the waves, he took one final breath and for the first time in his life he imagined his own mausoleum at the bottom of the sea.

The almost dead possum was snatched from the water and sent flying through the air. A lion on a rope had swung over him, plucked him from death’s door, and then deposited him at an even worse place. On the deck of the ghost ship Revenge a hood was thrown over his head. In the darkness Morton found a fist that struck him into unconsciousness.

The missing possum was the only survivor taken from the water the night Lilly of the Seas was sunk. One hundred and eighty-nine souls were lost in the encounter in order to secure the services of the famous Morton Slumber for what would be his last and most private client. The time had come for Benjamin Nightthorn to entomb his long dead family.

The possum met with the Captain only once before the work began and once after it was completed. The first time was upon his arrival to his new island home. Nightthorn was tall, thin, and imposing. His presence was dramatic, commanding, and most direct.

The pirate crow stood before Morton.

“Make my family fly again.”

That was all he said.

Morton watched as the somber captain walked away in a gate so natural and precise that he seemed to glide across the rocky ground. The lion that pulled him from the ocean grabbed Morton by the shoulder and spun him around.

“Welcome to the Island of Bones.”

The lion snarled.

“From which there is no escape.”

He coldly emphasized with a smile.

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

Bones, Crowns and Gaman (AXP2): Crowns

Photo Sep 16, 11 42 37 PMHer Royal Majesty Queen Anastasia Dianna Helena Elizabeth Victoria Elise of the House Catamount, Absolute and Sovereign Ruler of the Empire and all its Known and Unknown Territories, Supreme Warrior, Defender, and Chief Commander of Military Services on Land and Out at Sea, Ordained Defender of the Faiths, Most Absolute Majesty and Imperial Power, Divinely Ordained since the Great Evolution and Destined Ruler of the World Entire, sat upon her throne like a stiff, quietly seething, effigy of power.

When the Great Evolution came, it struck quickly. There was change in the air. Every animal could sense it. Only the foolish ones ignored it. The smart animals survived the rapid change and became creatures and beings. The rest became extinct. In the confusion there was a move for sustenance, territory, and eventually, power.

Territoriality is an animal’s basest instinct. The Empire was not founded on any ideal, or design, or long held passion. It was founded on the necessity to consolidate and acquire power and territory and to create commerce and trade in order to secure that power.

By order of her Royal Majesty Queen Anastasia, a fort was commissioned and built. The fort was located on the largest of the small islands in an island and reef chain known as the Tortures. Composed of over sixteen million bricks, Queen’s Fort was the largest masonry structure in all the Empire at the time.

The three-tiered, six-sided, four hundred and ten heavy gun fort had two sides measuring three hundred and twenty-five feet and four sides measuring four hundred and seventy seven feet.  The walls met at corner bastions allowing defensive fire along the faces of the walls they joined. The heavy guns were mounted inside the walls in a string of open casemates facing outward toward the sea through large open embrasures.

Queen’s Fort was designed to be an impressive coastal maritime fortress with a massive gun platform that would make it impervious to assault and fully capable of annihilating any enemy ships foolhardy enough to come within range of its fury and might. This bombastic monument to power was built because as a young girl Queen Anastasia had a nightmare.

On the eve of the Battle of Bourne, as the Queen slept in her chamber, she dreamt of things that young queens dream of; she dreamt of conquest, adventures, and power. She woke when a sound made her body twitch and there at the foot of her bed was a crow. Though the room was dark she could see that he was young just like she was and then he started to age. He began as a quietly sobbing adolescent and grew into an imposing male figure right before her.

Then a fire lit in his eyes.

”Death to the crown.”

He rasped as the fire grew with him.

“Long live the Crow.”

He screamed as the fire engulfed him.

There at the foot of her bed, in her darkened chamber, the flaming crow put out his hand and threw a gold coin at the Queen. It struck her in the head and she could feel the sting of metallic heat. The crow vanished but he left his flame. The fire began consuming everything around her. She watched it all burn including her bed, and the heat of the fire, and the pain of its wrath, made her wake with a hysterical scream.

Immediately after news of her defeat at Bourne reached the palace, Anastasia ordered Queen’s Fort designed and built as a place for her to hide and be safe from the crow she was convinced was coming for her and her crown. Back then she was adored by her subjects and known to them as the Child Queen. Only her attendants knew of her growing raging temperament. Anastasia had been having nightmares ever since that day. Anastasia’s physicians considered lack of sleep a contributing factor to her volatility.

The Queen had recently taken up residence at the fort in order to make sure her plans to annihilate Benjamin Nightthorn were carried out to the letter. What began as a place to cower and simper had turned into a headquarters for vengeance at the Queen’s command. Anastasia needed to be done with all of this. She had to remove this most immanent threat to her reign. The plan that had been developed at the Conference at Largess had to be executed in order to bring an end to her nightmares and exact revenge upon the architect of her night terrors.

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

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

Casanova

Photo Sep 16, 11 42 53 PM“Sit,” the old woman instructed. “I have someone I wish to introduce to you.”

Completely mesmerized by what was happening, Gwen and Larry took their seats as they were told.

“I only accept newborns and I keep them for six months. I am the first mother to all my children.”

Mariya slid the lid off of the box.

“I must warn you,” she said as she leaned back in her chair, “this one is a charmer.”

The kitten slowly, and cautiously, raised its head outside the box. His big, soulful, blue grey eyes were devastating.

“I named him Casanova.”

As if on cue, the kitten placed his two front paws on the edge of the box and raised himself up with a long stretch.

“His birth mother died bringing him into the world and he is the only surviving member of his litter.”

Casanova had a solid black coat, with white fur on his paws, belly, chest, and throat. Gwen thought his facial coloration made it look as if he was wearing a black mask over his eyes and head. Larry had the same thought, but also noted that the coloration of his lower jaw and chin gave the cat a jaunty goatee beneath his disguise.

“He was born all skin and spine, but he’s coming into himself very nicely,” Mariya remarked as she lifted Casanova from the box and placed him on her lap.

The little Tuxedo cat had oddly matched features. Long pointy ears framed a small elegant face. He had a long, thin tail and long, gangly legs attached to a stout body. At first glance he seemed incomplete, but upon further thought it became obvious that he would grow to be quite an attractive fellow.

It was also obvious from the volume of his purring that Casanova dearly loved the only mother he ever knew.

“He’s perfectly healthy and six months old today.”

The old woman scooped him up from her lap, walked over, and placed him in Gwen’s. Then Mariya whispered in her ear.

“Look into his eyes and you will see that my Casanova is a lover, not a fighter.”

He was purring in Gwen’s arms, but as his mother returned to her seat without him the low rumble became less, and less, and less.

“We’ll take him,” Larry blurted as the purring stopped completely.

Gwen and Larry Talbot purchased Casanova and boarded a train for the return trip to Woodstock. Larry would remember how all the cats in the shop watched in silence as they took Casanova from them. Trees of cats with staring eyes. He would also recollect the deep kiss he shared with his wife on that train. It would be the last sincere kiss of both their short lives.

CasanovaEighty million cats are owned in the United States. Most are introduced to homes without a seconds thought. Most come from friends and family. Others are found and adopted with little thought of where they come from. Cats in turn love their new homes but a rare few will not bend to the will of others. Amazon bestselling author Edward Medina now introduces you to the story of one such cat.

Raised by a gypsy, adopted by a broken couple, and driven by the light of the moon, Casanova is a cat with dreams and desires. He craves his freedom, longs for escape, and is willing to kill to achieve his goals. Set in New York City and the Upstate New York towns of Woodstock, Accord, and Sleepy Hollow this dark horror follows Casanova on his journey to return home and fulfill his destiny.

“Casanova is a story with as many twists and turns as there are feline rouges. A great little story that is as suspenseful as it is creepy, as funny, in places, as it is dark. – William Cook author of Blood Related

“One of the signs of a good story is the images in your head that persist long after the story is told. This is where Mr. Medina excels. He tells you his tale and then your imagination begins to write the next chapter. After reading Casanova you may not see your cat the same way again.” – Amazon Reader

Casanova debuted in the Top Five on the Amazon bestseller list for Short Stories Horror and has earned 14 Amazon and Goodreads ★★★★★ reviews from readers, reviewers, authors, and bloggers.

Casanova 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


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.

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Sep
12

It Is Said (MBKS1): High Noon in Fears Corner

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It is said that every frightening moment that ever existed has taken some physical form and walked the dusty streets of Fears Corner.  The people who conceive these anxieties in the flesh, men and women, young and old, the anonymous and the anointed have all at some time or another also trod its boards.

They bring themselves here to face whatever they fear most. They arrive here hoping and praying that faith in themselves will see them through. Those that have already passed this way would tell you that if you’re going through hell, you just keep going.

When the worlds were created, no one ever expected that such a lonely and desolate place would ever come to be. Other than the players in each nightmare, there are never any people here. The businesses are all shuttered, the stables are all empty, the wind howls incessantly, and the time is always high noon. 

Once, with the help of a vicious prairie fire, the entire frontier town burned down to the ground.

It was rebuilt.

No one knows how. 

Fears Corner still smells of scorched earth. 

Recently a black blizzard had blown through town and buried everything in the dust and debris of the massive sandstorm.

A cyclone came along afterwards and unearthed it.

Fears Corner, some say, is indestructible.

On this day there was rain, a light, steady, annoying rain. Far off in the distance, explosions of lightning began reflecting off the surfaces of the dark, flat clouds that clawed at the horizon. Soft booms of thunder were heralding the impending arrival of another event.

Music is never heard here which is why it was odd to hear a slightly out of tune piano straining to play its last tune. You could almost hear the hushed voices of settlers that never ventured here singing…

 

Buffalo gals, won’t you come out tonight,

Come out tonight, Come out tonight,

Buffalo gals, won’t you come out tonight,

And dance by the light of the moon.

 

It was coming from the only place in town that it would if it could, and the last place in town where anybody should be – the Abandon All Hope Saloon. 

Most frontier towns would build their most moving and meaningful structures at the heart of their communities. A steeple would reach up to the heavens for those of faith. A town hall would stand for those who believed in governance above all. A grand train station would be waiting for those who welcomed visitors from all points of the compass. 

In Fears Corner, it was the Abandon All Hope Saloon that stood at the center of town. There was nothing remarkable about this two-story wooden building with its once fancy facade now faded away. Those that entered here weren’t looking for fancy facades, or welcoming embraces. They were looking for trouble and trouble was the rule of law.

The saloon’s large windows, now covered with filth, allowed anyone inside a full and direct view of the street. Those that dared to sit in this place liked to see danger coming. A wise gunslinger always sat with his back to the wall and a sharp eye on Main Street. 

Alice sensed this as she stood watch at her post.

She had taken the sleeve of her blouse, put it around her hand, and rubbed a clear spot in the window. She didn’t know how long she had been peering through that spot.

It was best not to think of those things.

It was best to concentrate. 

But as long as that old clock on the wall kept tocking, as long as its weight kept swinging, Alice couldn’t help but think of time, and pressure, and fear. She had hoped the piano would drown out her overwhelming thoughts. She could hear the piano just fine, but between the notes, she could still hear that tocking, she could feel the heavy weight swinging. 

Daniel sat at the piano banging away at that tune.

His fingers were tired, but he was determined to be done with this particular problem and if he had to sit at that piano for a whole day in order to lure that monster in here, then that’s just what he was going to do.

Besides, he had faith in Alexander.

Alexander had the idea. Alexander planned the plan. He believed in Alexander. As long as he was strong, Daniel knew he could be strong too. 

Alexander stood tall at the center of the room.

He stood there looking tough and stern-lipped.

He was never more afraid in his life.

Alexander was the leader of this little gang of outlaws, and when he first stepped onto the saloon battlefield, he knew this endeavor wasn’t going to be easy, but he believed it was possible. 

A dozen or so tables with their accompanying chairs were scattered about the main room. Billiard and gaming tables didn’t provide much cover. Most of them had been demolished in the numerous bar brawls that had happened here.

Alexander chose to make his stand with his back to the large bar that ran across the back of the room. A balcony with once carpeted staircases on either side loomed above the bar. Behind it was a huge mirror. The mirror was housed in an ornately carved wooden frame and stretched across the full length of the bar.

Alexander wanted that mirror behind him so that the monster that was coming could see itself as he it faced it down. 

The dreaded Bully Bob had to be shown a thing or two.

Through the rain, the sun, the haze and the filth on the windows, Alice had kept watch. Knowing that her friends were relying on her keen eyesight to spot the approach of this villain was an honor.

She pushed her glasses back up and onto her nose and squinched her eyes to focus, but the thumbprint she had left behind on the lens made that impossible. Alice took off her glasses and used the edge of her blouse to clean the lenses.

Her little hands were shaking.

Alice had put her favorite lucky rabbit’s foot on the chain that hung around her neck. The chain also held a gold four-leaf clover. The clover had been a gift from her grammy, and as long as she had it, she would be safe.

At least that’s what Alice kept telling herself.

Satisfied that the lenses were as clean as they were going to get, Alice put the glasses back on and returned to gazing through her spot.  As soon as her eyes focused through the rain, the sun, the haze, and the filth on the windows, she saw him.

Just on the outskirts of town.

Riding slowly towards Main Street.

Bully Bob had arrived at last.

Alice had seen him a thousand times at school picking on some poor defenseless kid. She knew it was Bully Bob, the terror of the Theodore Roosevelt Grammar School and Kindergarten, but here in Fears Corner, sitting tall in the saddle, looking like the devil himself, she could only think – that’s the Man in Black, and this whole thing was a really bad idea.

“He’s here!” she half whispered, half screamed. 

Daniel froze.

He couldn’t remember the next note.

He couldn’t even remember his name. 

“Keep playing,” Alexander quietly ordered, never taking his eyes off the saloon doors. 

Alexander remembered this scene from every western he had ever read. The villain would soon be at those swinging doors, and the showdown would begin.

“Keep playing Daniel.”

The old clock on the wall began to strike noon.

“I want him to know we’re here and waiting for him.”

Daniel just sat at the piano too afraid to move.

Alexander and Alice could only stand there staring at his back. They both knew that if this part of the plan didn’t work, the rest of it wouldn’t either. They both found themselves breathing to the rhythms of the chimes.

The last one sounded.

Then there was nothing but silence.

Not a single tock from that old clock.

The weight had stopped.

Time was up. 

Daniel took a deep breath, reached deep down inside himself, found his courage, and began to play. Hoping that the Man in Black was gone, Alice quickly returned to her spot.

He wasn’t gone.

He had only paused.

Just at the end of Main Street.

Alice could see his coal black horse was restless. She could see its hideous yellow eyes darting back and forth as the horse shifted its weight from side to side.

Alice watched as the Man in Black pulled back on the reins to control the beast but it wasn’t enough. He then wrapped his black leather covered fist around the horse’s mane and pulled at all that long black hair.

That was enough.

With the animal back in his control, the Man in Black started down Main Street straight towards the saloon.

The rain began to pour. 

“He’s coming!” she said – but no one heard her. 

Only her lips had moved. Her voice was caught somewhere in her throat. She tried to turn around to say something, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the Man in Black, not for a single moment.

Alice jumped when Alexander’s hand touched her shoulder. 

“Don’t worry. I see him,” he said. 

She looked up at him as he finished clearing away his own spot on the window.

“We never should have come here Alex.”

He looked at her, and smiled.

“It’ll be okay. Your turn is next. Just remember, wait for the signal.” 

With that Alexander turned and walked back to the center of the room to wait for the Man in Black.

“That’s enough Daniel,” he said as he took his place. “He knows where we are now.”

Daniel was relieved.

He had done his part, and he was proud of himself, but for now, he would continue to sit at the piano with his back to the saloon doors. The less he saw of this bully, the better he would be at his next task. 

Alexander’s focus, however, was completely on those saloon doors. He couldn’t see the Man in Black, but he knew he was there tying his coal black horse to the hitching post. He couldn’t see him, but he could hear his black boots splashing in the muddy street. He could hear the creaking of the boards as the Man in Black stepped up to the doors of the Abandon All Hope Saloon. 

This day was Alexander’s thirteenth birthday.

His friends Daniel and Alice were younger than he was, but not by much. They were his best friends and that was all that mattered. A boy begins to become a man when he turns thirteen and a man takes care of himself, his family, and his friends.

The Man in Black was standing tall and dark against the harsh haze and the sheets of rain. The brim of his black hat cast a shadow over his face, but his eyes were clearly fixed, focused and glaring at Alexander. Only the saloon doors and a bit of distance stood between them. 

Things were changing for Alexander.

This was his last day playing in this particular sandbox. Alexander would soon be moving on to the world of men, and his friends needed to learn that they would be all right without him. They needed to know that they could be brave and take care of themselves.

The Man in Black took one step forward.

“Before you come in here,” Alexander calmly explained, “we want you to know, we don’t want any trouble.”

The Man in Black put his hands on the saloon doors.

“If you ride on, right now, you’ll suffer no consequences for all your past actions.”

They could all hear his black gloves stretch as his fingers clenched the rotting wood and his knuckles bulged up against the tight leather.

“But if you come through those doors,” he continued, “well, I can’t be responsible for what fate has in store for you.”

The Man in Black stood stone still.

He had one foot over the threshold by just the sharp point of his black steel tipped boot.

“Ride on,” Alexander said sternly.

The Man in Black turned his head, lowered it slightly and spit on the ground. He chuckled a little, mostly to himself, as he pushed open the saloon doors and took one step inside. Alexander took two steps towards the imposing form they all chose for the thing they feared most. 

“We don’t want to fight. But you won’t stop picking on us and that’s not fair.”

The Man in Black surveyed the room, looking down at each child with indifference as he sized them up.

He turned his attention back to the tall thin boy.

“I’m not afraid of you, mister. You and I both know you’re just a coward, a yellow coward.” 

The Man in Black spoke for the first time.

“I know you are,” he growled. “But what am I?”

It was Alexander’s turn to chuckle, mostly to himself, and then he quietly said, “Now.”

The spitball that hit the Man in Black surprised him.

He turned to his right and eyed the little blonde girl by the window. She was crouched low behind a table. The straw was still at her lips. He wiped the spitball from his face and glared at her. She pulled the straw from her mouth and stuck her tongue out at him. 

A loud sound from behind the Man in Black caused him to spin on his heels. The quick turn to his left revealed that the chubby boy at the piano was up to no good. He had thrown open the top of the piano and was reaching inside. Recognizing his true target, the Man in Black advanced on the boy.

Daniel was standing on the piano bench, half inside the piano and half out. His prop, which he had cleverly hidden, was stuck. No matter how hard he pulled, it just wouldn’t come loose and the Man in Black was coming. He could feel his presence with each step. Daniel closed his eyes, grabbed the object with both of his little hands and pulled as hard as he could.

The Man in Black was almost on top of the boy when the child suddenly turned. At first, he didn’t recognize what the boy was holding. But he could see that the boy was not in control of the device, and he was fumbling with the trigger.   

When Daniel turned, and opened his eyes, he got his first full look at the Man in Black. This was not the Bully Bob he knew. But in that monster’s eyes, he could see the essence of every bully there had ever been. Daniel raised the seltzer bottle in his hand and pulled the trigger.

A blast of bubbly water hit the Man in Black square between the eyes propelling him away from Daniel. 

“Now!” Alexander shouted.

A dozen children stood up from their hiding places behind the bar.  Each one was different.  Boys, girls, tall, short, chubby, skinny, brave, and not so brave. They all held their seltzer bottles up, pointed at the Man in Black and fired. 

The overwhelming spray of water drove him towards the saloon doors. He stumbled backwards reaching for anything in his path that might stop him.

Nothing worked.

Then the streams stopped.

The Man in Black had managed to get a hold of the saloon doors, and he held on tight anticipating another blast. But none came. He turned slowly and surveyed the room again.

Same saloon.

Different odds.

He was grossly outnumbered.

In this situation, the Man in Black instinctively knew that the best tactic was to strike at the leader. He let out a scream so loud that the windows shook as he rushed the boy.   

Alexander stood his ground.

“Now!” he screamed.

Suddenly, there were children everywhere.

They popped up from behind the dilapidated billiard tables.

They came around from behind the broken gaming tables.

They appeared at the railing of the balcony and every single child held a water balloon in each hand.

The Man in Black never stood a chance.

Balloons filled with water flew in from all sides.

Burst after burst.

Splash after splash.

Wave after wave of water.

It was a clump of mud on the bottom of the Man in Black’s right boot that brought the final moment upon him.

All that water had dissolved that clump and let loose the tiny pieces of rock that slid under his heel.

Down he went.

Flat on his back. 

The Man in Black lay there quite still and quite wet.

Through the fog of defeat he could see a wrought iron chandelier hanging above his body.

This was not a good place to be.

He tried to roll to his left, but there was a child their standing over him. He tried to roll to his right but there were more children there, standing over him.

The Man in Black slowly sat up.

Alexander, Daniel and Alice pushed their way through the pack and looked down at their vanquished foe. 

“Say it!” Daniel ordered.

The Man in Black sneered at all of them until he noticed Daniel was holding a seltzer bottle.

 It was fully loaded. 

“Uncle,” was the last thing the Man in Black would say to them.

The children started cheering.

Their screams of happiness and shouts of victory filled the saloon. They had defeated their bully and better days were ahead. 

The Man in Black watched all of this with a stunned disbelief.

In one moment, the Man in Black thought of revenge. In the next moment those thoughts faded as all of the children, one by one, began to vanish until the Man in Black was left all alone.

Lightning struck close by and lit the windows with bright white light. The deafening roar of thunder followed, shaking the saloon through to its rafters. Taking its cue, the player less piano began a twisted little tune. The final note hung in the air as the piano disappeared.

The old clock on the wall began to chime.

It was high noon once more.

With each strike a little of his world was taken from him.

Bong.

Gone were the tables.

Bong.

Gone were the bar and its beautiful mirror.

Bong.

Gone were the balcony and its once carpeted stairs.

And so it went until there was nothing left but the old clock on the wall, and on the very last bong it vanished as well.

The Man in Black stood himself up and surveyed the room for the third time. There was nothing left except for a sound. A creaking. A groaning. A shrill, metal pulling on metal sound.

But there was nothing in the room.

Then he looked up.

The Man in Black dove towards the saloon doors just as the wrought iron chandelier hit the floor with a crash. The dust barely had time to settle before the chandelier, like everything else, was gone. 

The Man in Black had thrust himself with so much force through the saloon doors that he flew past his horse and landed in the middle of Main Street. He lay there in the mud and watched as the Abandon All Hope Saloon, the entire building, disappeared, leaving a giant gaping hole deep in the heart of Fears Corner. 

A bolt of lightning, a crash of thunder, and the rain just stopped. A cold stillness, a blast of wind, and the hail began to fall.  The ice balls, each a different size, from tiny to huge, pelted everything else left in town. They coldly tore through wood and window. The never ever used jail was obliterated when a giant hailstone dropped square on it. 

The Man in Black turned away from the blast of destruction. He tucked himself into a tight little ball right there in the middle of town and waited for the giant hail to fall on him. Then just like the rain, the hailstorm stopped.

The Man in Black dared not move. 

With his arms wrapped around his head, the Man in Black couldn’t hear a thing, but with his body so close to the ground, he could feel a low rumble. He opened his eyes and there it was, two or three miles away, the biggest twister he had ever seen. It was coming fast, and the wind that roared up was proof of it. 

His horse, once a fearless demon, was terrified and in a panic. The horse chomped at his bit and pulled at the reins. They were still tied to the hitching post. The frightened beast was tugging hard enough to almost pull the posts themselves right up and out of the ground. 

The Man in Black could see his only means of escape about to escape on its own. Against the brutal force of the wind, he dragged himself up and began to fight his way to the horse. The tornado was bearing down on the town and the wind was getting vindictive. In its relentlessness it picked up the Man in Black and threw him towards his own horse. 

He landed with a glancing blow under the hitching post. He reached up and grabbed the reins. Pulling them down, he used the slack to untie the horse. Free, the horse whinnied and reared up, pulling the Man in Black up into the air. As he flew over the horse, out of the corner of his eye, he could see his last hope of fleeing this place vanish. 

The wind violently deposited him several feet away. He rolled along Main Street never letting go of the reins of his once present companion. Miraculously, the Man in Black rolled up and onto his feet and in a defiant gesture he raised his fist into the air. He brandished the reins in his clutched hand to the sky like a trophy.

“You can take everything away,” he screamed at the massive windstorm. “But I will not forget!”

The reins disappeared along with his hat, guns, holsters, belt and boots. He was left standing in only his black pants, black shirt and bare feet.

“I will not forget!” he screamed again as the most devastating tornado ever seen in these parts arrived in Fears Corner.

Building after building was simply blown apart. Annihilated in the tornado’s wake. It was traveling down Main Street and heading right at the Man in Black. He could see the end of the street. If he could just make it to the edge of town.

He was running, but not fast enough.

The twister was on the heels of the Man in Black when a door appeared at the end of the street. He threw his full weight against it, forcing the door open. The Man in Black stumbled inside and it slammed shut behind him.

The door stood alone against the oncoming onslaught. Its frame cracked, but held together. Its hinges squealed, but did not give. The doorknob, in the shape of a silver cowboy hat, rattled but did not turn. 

The door wisely vanished before it could be destroyed.

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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.

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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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