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February 20, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, February 20, 2022
It’s been another week of crazy weather, including two named storms: Dudley and Eunice. Fortunately, our area missed out on the worst of the weather, although we can see snow on the hillsides surrounding Edinburgh. No telling what Mother Nature will throw at us over the coming week.
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “Don’t believe everything you hear. There are always three sides to a story, yours, theirs and the truth.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on February 20th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Henry James Pye, English poet, British Poet Laureate (1790-1813); Johann Heinrich Voß, German poet; Adam Black, Scottish politician/publisher; William Carleton, Irish novelist; Nérée Beauchemin, Canadian physician and poet; Nikolai Garin [Michailovski], Russian author (Tjoma Kartashov); Pieter Cornelis Boutens, Holland, mystic poet/scholar (Verzen); Jacques d’Adelswärd-Fersen, French aristocrat and novelist; Pedro Munoz Seca, Spanish playwright (Vengeanza de Don Mendo); Shiga Naoya, Japan, novelist (Road Through Dark Night); Hesketh Pearson, England, biographer/playwright (Writ for Libel); Georges Bernanos, French novelist (Diary of a Country Priest); Russel Crouse, journalist/novelist/playwright (Life with Father); Freida Geiken, autobiographer (National Historic Taping); Cecil H King, Irish/British daily newspaper publisher (Daily Mirror); René Jules Dubos, French US microbiologist/author (Health & Disease); Jascha Golowanjuk, Swedish writer (Acrobat); Pierre Boulle, French author; Rex Tucker, TV writer/director; Alex La Guma, novelist (A Walk in the Night); Pramudya Ananta Tur, Javanese author (Anak semua bangsa); Robert Altman, American screenwriter, producer and director (The Player; M*A*S*H; Nashville); Richard Matheson, American author; Adrian Cristobal, Filipino writer; Charlie Gillett, British pop-rock and world music radio presenter and writer (The Sound of the City), born in Morecambe, Lancashire, England (d. 2010); Andrew Bergman, director/screenwriter (Soapdish, Honeymoon in Vegas); Kenn Nesbitt, American children’s author; and Sally Rooney, Irish writer (Normal People).
Any names familiar to you? I know two names of today’s list: Henry James Pye and Robert Altman. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
I’m thrilled to announce Mission: Angola (Xavier Sear Thriller Book 1) is now on the short list for the 2021 Chanticleer International Book Awards in the Global Thrillers category.
Competition will be stiff during the remainder of the 2021 contest. Further information regarding the finalists, first place winners, and genre grand prize winners won’t be available until the end of June. Plenty of time to keep on with other things while the remaining contestants await the judges’ verdict.
If you haven’t seen the synopsis about this book, here it is:
Joao and Caterina Regaleria’s twentieth wedding anniversary celebration was fast approaching when a contact from the past reaches out for his assistance.
Colonel Theodore Mwelewe, a former enemy commander during the Angolan war and now an important politician, requests Joao’s help. The colonel’s adult son, Peter, was kidnapped while working as a doctor for the Christian Aid Mission in the Democratic Republic of Congo.
Reluctant to get involved, Joao contacts Xavier Sear, a former CIA operative. They became friends when Joao served as a member of the United Nations Peace-Keeping Forces in Angola and Sear was an observer.
After Caterina’s persuasive intervention, Joao and Sear head to the DRC to rescue Peter. Treachery abounds at each step of the way. Will they be successful or will the situation deteriorate even further as various players follow their own agendas?
My Work in Progress
This week my writing time was taken up by real-world requirements. I hope to finish chapter twenty-five of Ultimate Escalation over the next week. My manuscript received another twenty-three reviews, bringing the total to 552. Once again, plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing and showing me what’s working and what might need a tweak.
Here’s another snippet:
The roar of a commercial plane rolling down the runway echoed in their small compartment.
Ajit placed his hand on Vladimir’s AK-47 and tapped him on the knee. “We’re here.”
Vladimir opened his eyes. “I wasn’t asleep—just contemplating our mission.”
“Who would have thought our reunification movement would be conducting their planning in a hanger on one of Pakistan’s international airports?”
Vladimir chuckled. “Yes, and the military is providing overall security. When will they find out?”
“I hope long after we’ve moved.” Ajit rubbed his chin. “Let’s join the others.”
Vladimir and Ajit climbed out of the hidden compartment and shook hands with the departing Umar.
Ajit led the way into the office.
Grigori, Fedor, and Eduard stepped forward. After sharing man hugs with Vladimir, they sat around a scarred wooden table. Stretched across the surface was a map of the border area.
“How is the initial training coming along?” Vladimir studied the frown on Grigori’s face.
“I admit, not as good as I would like.” He pointed at Fedor and Eduard. “However, they’ve reminded me to do my best. I think they’ll be ready for the first demonstration in three days’ time, but nothing is certain.”
“Understood. Vladimir gazed at the map. “Remember, this is just the beginning. Mishka and his team will begin demonstrating across the border.” He glanced into the faces of the three former Spetsnaz soldiers. “Make sure they are unarmed, at least for now. As things progress, we’ll allow an escalation of violence if it seems to be helping the cause.”
“Yes, Vladimir.” Eduard pointed to the map. “When should we begin splitting our volunteers into separate teams?”
“As soon as possible. Suggest you acquaint yourselves with your men.”
“If I may add, Vladimir.” Ajit half-raised a hand. “I’m expecting at least another hundred supporters tomorrow.”
“Okay. When they arrive, they’ll be split among the teams. Anything else?”
The Russians shook their heads.
“After the first demonstration, I want to gauge the reaction by the government and the people.” He turned to Ajit. “Do you have people you can trust to embed themselves with the demonstrators and report back?”
“Of course.” Ajit grinned. “I shall be one of them.”
Vladimir raised a brow. “Just keep out of trouble. Plenty of time for that later.”
More next time.
This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
February 13, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, February 13, 2022
We’ve had another week of topsy-turvy weather–rain, sleet, a bit of snow–even a rainbow, with the occasional dry spell. Today it seems we’re in for a day-long rain. Temperatures are struggling to reach 50F (10C) but with the wind chill it’s been closer to 40F (5C).
The small business market last weekend was another success, with fifteen of my novels being sold. In addition, seventeen of Sylvia’s laminated poetry sheets went, plus three of her poetry and prose books. We’re looking forward to next month’s market!
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “If you didn’t hear it with your own ears or see it with your own eyes, don’t invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on February 13th, the second Sunday of the month. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Jan B. Wellekens, Dutch poet and painter; Ivan Krylov, Russian fabulist; Lev A Mej, Russian nobleman/poet; Gerard Keller, writer (Netherlands Spectator); Frank van de Goes, Dutch writer/marxist theorist; Uchimura Kanzo, religious writer (How I Became a Christian); Sarojini Naidu, Indian freedom fighter and poet; Eleanor Farjeon, English writer (Martin Pippin); Kate Roberts, Welsh nationalist and writer; Neville Pearson, English publisher; Georges Simenon, Belgian born mystery writer (Maigret detective novels, Snow Was Black); Jan Arends, Dutch poet/author; Ali El-Maak, Sudanese writer; Friedrich Christian Delius, German writer; Leo Frankowski, American sci-fi author (High Tech Knight, Flying Warlord); and Denise Austin, US fitness instructor & author.
Any names familiar to you? I struck out once again. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Work in Progress
Most of my available time this week was spent on real-life matters, so I wasn’t able to complete another chapter of Ultimate Escalation. My manuscript received another ten reviews, bringing the total to 539. As always, plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
The rocking of the overpacked Chevrolet cargo truck as it lumbered along the M2 lulled Vladimir to sleep, his arms through the sling of his AK-47.
Bam!
Vladimir jumped, aiming his weapon toward the sound.
“Relax, my friend.” Ajit grinned. “Umar hit another pothole or drove off the side of the road again.”
“He’s not a very good driver, is he?” Vladimir relaxed.
Ajit shrugged. “Perhaps not, but he’s willing to do whatever we need and doesn’t ask too many questions.”
“Da. He’s a wise man to keep nose out of—”
The truck jolted to a stop. Umar’s voice trickled through a speaker. “Do not speak. We are at a roving military roadblock.” He killed the engine.
Vladimir eased a Maserin Reactor folding knife from his belt and opened the blade. After it locked in position, he laid it on his leg and retrieved a second one.
Voices filtered through the speaker.
“They said Umar’s papers are in order, but they want to inspect the load,” Ajit whispered.
Vladimir nodded.
Screeech!
The rusty cargo doors opened. The vehicle tilted slightly as someone climbed inside.
Angry voices increased in volume.
Thwack! Thwack!
Someone kicked one of the crates. The truck shifted as the person climbed down.
Voices faded as Umar climbed back into the cab. His voice came through the speaker. “They weren’t happy with the baksheesh, but I told them I’d pay more next time. Anyway, they are going after a much larger vehicle behind us.” He started the engine. “Perhaps one more hour to our destination.”
* * *
The roar of a commercial plane rolling down the runway echoed in their small compartment.
Ajit placed his hand on Vladimir’s AK-47 and tapped him on the knee. “We’re here.”
Vladimir opened his eyes. “I wasn’t asleep—just contemplating our mission.”
“Who would have thought our reunification movement would be conducting their planning in a hanger on one of Pakistan’s international airports?”
Vladimir chuckled. “Yes, and the military is providing overall security. When will they find out?”
“I hope long after we’ve moved.” Ajit rubbed his chin. “Let’s join the others.”
Vladimir and Ajit climbed out of the hidden compartment and shook hands with the departing Umar.
Ajit led the way into the office.
Grigori, Fedor, and Eduard stepped forward. After sharing man hugs with Vladimir, they sat around a scarred wooden table. Stretched across the surface was a map of the border area.
“How is the initial training coming along?” Vladimir studied the frown on Grigori’s face.
“I admit, not as good as I would like.” He pointed at Fedor and Eduard. “However, they’ve reminded me to do my best. I think they’ll be ready for the first demonstration in three days’ time, but nothing is certain.”
“Understood. Vladimir gazed at the map. “Remember, this is just the beginning. Mishka and his team will begin demonstrating across the border.” He glanced into the faces of the three former Spetsnaz soldiers. “Make sure they are unarmed, at least for now. As things progress, we’ll allow an escalation of violence if it seems to be helping the cause.”
“Yes, Vladimir.” Eduard pointed to the map. “When should we begin splitting our volunteers into separate teams?”
“As soon as possible. Suggest you acquaint yourselves with your men.”
“If I may add, Vladimir.” Ajit half-raised a hand. “I’m expecting at least another hundred supporters tomorrow.”
“Okay. When they arrive, they’ll be split among the teams. Anything else?”
The Russians shook their heads.
“After the first demonstration, I want to gauge the reaction by the government and the people.” He turned to Ajit. “Do you have people you can trust to embed themselves with the demonstrators and report back?”
“Of course.” Ajit grinned. “I shall be one of them.”
More next time.
This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
February 6, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, February 6, 2022
We’ve been at the monthly small business market the past two days. Friday was really slow–only the food stalls were constantly busy. Even so, ten autographed copies of my novels, ten of Sylvia’s laminated poetry sheets, and two of her poetry books sold. All being well, today will be a good day and we’ll hit our monthly sales averages.
Weather-wise, the dreaded ‘s’ word is in the forecast. It was supposed to hit the higher elevations last night. All we had was rain, but there is more forecast for the middle of the week. Only time will tell what we’ll receive, if any (fingers crossed).
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “You decide every moment of every day who you are and what you believe in. You get a second chance every second.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on February 6th, the first Sunday of the month. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Džore Držić, Croatian poet and playwright who is considered one of the fathers of Croatian literature; Daniel Georg Morhof, German writer & scholar; Évariste de Parny, French poet; Ugo Foscolo, Italian poet (Last Letters of Jacopo Ortis); José María de Pereda, Spanish novelist; Eliza Johannes Meester, Dutch journalist & writer (Geertje); John Henry Mackay, Scottish-born German writer (Anarchists); Karl Sapper, German traveller & natural historian; Alfred Mombert, German poet; Wilhelm August Schmidtbonn, German writer (Der Sprechende Eros); Ljudmil Stojanow, Bulgarian poet (Metsh i Slowo, Cholera); Siegfried Kracauer, German writer; Pieter G Buckinx, Flemish writer (Temptation of Poverty); Irmgard Keun, German author; Lothar-Günther Buchheim, German author; Louis Heren, English foreign correspondent & writer (China’s Three Thousand Years); Paolo Volponi, Italian communist & author (Road to Rome); Jin Yong [Louis Cha Leung-yung], Chinese Wuxia novelist; and Oscar Sambrano Urdaneta, Venezuelan writer.
Any names familiar to you? I struck out once again. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
The Kurdish Connection, Colombian Betrayal, and Mission: Angola are participating in a first-in-series promotion for mysteries and thrillers. There are sixty-four novels in this one, which ends on February 12th.
If you’re looking for a Valentine’s Day gift for those special people in your life, look no further. Sylvia’s debut poetry and prose book, Colours of My Life, would make the perfect gift.
Someone recently left a review on Amazon, entitled, ‘Amazingly Upbeat. It went on to say, “Sylvia’s poetry and prose lifted my spirit. Her love of life lingers on every page.”
Colours of My Life is available across the Amazon network. Just click on the title anywhere in this article to find the universal link and your perfect gift.
My Work in Progress
This week I spent my writing time on research for upcoming chapters of Ultimate Escalation. My manuscript received another eleven reviews, bringing the total to 529. As always, plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
Grigori slammed the door behind him as he entered the office attached to a hanger on the edge of the airport. “If I could, I’d replace these fifty zhopas with a dozen Spetsnaz.”
“Don’t be too harsh on our new colleagues. After all, they can’t help it if they are arses. Remember, we need Punjabis to fight for their cause.” Eduard Kalugin, a former Spetsnaz major laughed. “Many of them believe martyring themselves will give them a place with Allah.”
“Da. But I’m tired of repeating myself.” Grigori sighed. “They act like they’re getting ready for a picnic, not an uprising.”
“Relax and take several deep breaths.” Former Spetsnaz Captain Fedor Tatarov grinned. “You’re taking yourself too seriously. All we can do is offer our guidance based on our years of experience in troubled areas. If they choose to ignore us, it’ll be their downfall, not ours.”
Grigori tilted his head. “I suppose both of you are correct. But it is frustrating. If we can’t get them to understand how their demonstrations should begin and escalate when they should, how will we control them when it comes to shooting?”
“Do your best, Grigori. That’s all we can do.” Eduard pushed back his sleeve and checked the time. “Vladimir should be here in about three hours. Once he arrives, you can explain the difficulties you’re experiencing and find out if he has any suggestions.”
“Da. But I’m not sure it will help.” Grigori walked to a carton of bottled water in the corner. He pulled one out and drank, excess water dribbling down his face. “I hope Mishka is having better success with the Indians.” He grabbed another bottle of water. “Guess I better rejoin our recruits before someone gets injured.”
More next time.
This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
January 30, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, January 30, 2022
Parts of the UK were really hammered by Storm Malik during Friday evening and most of yesterday. In Scotland, winds reached 85 MPH, although it was a bit calmer in our area. There were a few branches down, but nothing like what the people in the Aberdeen area experienced, where hundreds of people lost power and one woman was crushed by a falling tree.
Storm Connie is supposed to hit us this afternoon, with calmer wind gusts between 50-60 MPH. Hopefully, the forecasters have this one correct. In any event, we’re heading out for a walk in the fresh air.
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “Look for something positive in each day, even if some days you have to look a little harder. Let the challenges makes you strong.” Don’t worry about yesterday or tomorrow, there is only today. Be fearless. Listen to your heart. Envision your perfect day and go out there and live it. You have many smiles to share with those around you–and they with you. Radiate your love and feel that loving energy return to you. ~ Creig Crippen © Wisdom Quotes & Stories
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 30th, the fifth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
George Villiers, 2nd duke of Buckingham, English statesman and poet; Charles Rollin, French historian; Walter Savage Landor, English poet & writer (Imaginary Conversations); Adelbert von Chamisso, French writer (Peter Schlemihl); Alfred Townsend George, American Civil War journalist; Francis H. Bradley, British idealist philosopher (Appearance and Reality); Samuel Pierre l’Honoré Naber, Dutch rear-admiral and librarian; Gelett Burgess, American humorist & author (The Purple Cow); Anton Hansen Tammsaare, Estonian author (Truth and Justice); Jaishankar Prasad, Hindi poet, dramatist and novelist; Hans Erich Nossak, German writer; Saul David Alinsky, American radical writer (John L Lewis); Barbara Tuchman, American historian & author (Pulitzer, Guns of August); David Opatoshu [Opatovsky], American actor & writer (Star Trek, Bonino, Secret Empire, Masada); Nikolay Glazkov, Russian poet; Lloyd Alexander, American writer; Margaret Yorke [Margaret Beda Nicholson], English author (Patrick Grant novels, No Medals for the Major); Andrew Salkey, Panamanian-Jamaican novelist; Shirley Hazzard, Australian-born author (Transit of Venus); Allan W. Eckert, American historian, naturalist, and author; Richard Brautigan, American novelist and poet (Trout Fishing in America); Gregory Benford, American author & scientist; Michael Dorris, American novelist & scholar; Les Barker, English poet; and Judith Tarr, American sci-fi author (Isle of Glass, Ars Magica).
Any names familiar to you? I struck out again this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
All of my novels are participating in a Terrifying New Year promotion, running from now until the end of January. With 118 novels available, there’s bound to me something to catch your interest.
In addition, The Kurdish Connection, Colombian Betrayal, and Mission: Angola are participating in a first-in-series promotion for mysteries and thrillers. There are sixty-four novels in this one.
My Work in Progress
This week I posted chapter twenty-four of Ultimate Escalation to the two online subscription writing sites I use. My manuscript received another nine reviews, bringing the total to 518. As always, plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
Mishka slurped the last of his tea and turned to Benedikt. “Have you finished eating?”
Benedikt shoved the last of a samosa into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before burping. “Da. I am now. What’s up?”
“Jadallah should be here soon. He’s bringing our contact with him. Take one of the others and find a good spot along the street to monitor anything strange.” Mishka handed his pistol to Benedikt.
“How will I know what’s strange? Everything here is different to me.”
“Use your common sense.” Mishka sighed. “I assume you still have some.”
Benedikt grinned. “Of course—just winding you up.” He shoved the pistol in his belt and joined the others.
Of all the people to send with me, why did Vova pick him? Mishka chuckled as he watched Benedikt approach the sleeping Evgeni and kicked him in the leg.
“Get up, Evgeni. You’re on guard duty with me.”
“Says who? Why not disturb Igor or Jasha?” Evgeni stifled a yawn. “Is this one of your jokes?”
Benedikt hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Mishka told me to pick someone—you’re it.”
“You forget you’re no longer in the army.” Evgeni struggled to his feet. “Let’s go before I do or say something I might regret.”
“Great idea. I might not be a sergeant any longer, but I can still whip you in a fight.”
Benedick and Evgeni disappeared, banging the side door as they departed.
Beep! Beep!
Moments later, Evgeni ran inside and hit the button controlling the vehicle door. As the roll-up barrier slid upward, Benedikt ducked underneath and entered. “Hey, Mishka—delivery’s here.”
As soon as the door cleared the opening, a dirty white Tata ACE HT truck. pulled inside, followed by a second one.
Mishka waved the vehicles to the rear of the warehouse.
After the drivers alighted, they walked to the rear of their vehicles and unlocked the doors. Once they shoved them open, they climbed aboard and prepared to offload the cargo.
Mishka nodded to his men as he lowered the roll-up barrier halfway down.
Benedikt and the others began taking boxes and crafts from the trucks, carrying them into the lockable areas.
The rumble of a car’s engine caught Mishka’s attention. He turned.
A yellow and black taxi pulled up to the vehicle entrance. With barely enough clearance, the taxi inched inside, stopping by Mishka.
Jadallah grinned as he climbed out. “Sorry, we’re late.” He shrugged.
A tall man with black hair and a trimmed black beard dressed in matching grey patiala pants and shirt under a purple sherwani jacket climbed out of the taxi’s rear seat. He stepped toward Mishka, his hand outstretched. “Hello. You must be Mishka. I am Vedant Mohdi. I believe we have business to discuss.”
Mishka grasped Vedant’s hand. “Da. I understand you want to see a combined Punjab, is that correct?”
Vedant nodded. “Yes, it was a lifelong dream of my father’s. Now, I hope I’m in a position to make it happen.”
More next time.
This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
January 23, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, January 23, 2022
It’s been another breezy, damp and dreary week–for the most part, with temperatures struggling to get to 46F/8C. There were a couple of afternoons where the sun ventured out and we took advantage both times to go for a walk in a nearby park/play area. At least we’re starting to see the days slightly extend in length! In the meantime, all we can do is make the best of it. At least the dreaded ‘s’ word is staying away!
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “You decide every moment of every day who you are and what you believe in. You get a second chance every second.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 23rd, the fourth Sunday of the new year. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Friedrich von Matthison, German poet (Adelaide); Christian A. Vulpius, German novelist & dramatist (Rinaldo Rinaldini); Stendhal [Marie Henri Beyle], French writer (Le Rouge et de Noir, a Chartreuse de Parme); Herbert Bedford, English author and composer; Herbert David Croly, American author (Promise of American Life); Oton Zupancic, Slovenian poet (Zimzelen pod Snegom); Freda Utley, British scholar & author; Joseph Nathan Kane, American non-fiction writer & journalist (Famous Firsts); Konstanty Ildefons Gałczyński, Polish poet (Zielona Ges); Dusan Kostic, Serbian writer; Walter M. Miller Jr., American sci-fi author (Hugo, View from Stars); Derek Walcott, Caribbean poet (Omeros), Nobel Prize for Literature 1992; Gatewood Galbraith, American author & attorney; and Elvira Lindo, Spanish writer & journalist.
Any names familiar to you? I struck out this time. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
All of my novels are participating in a Terrifying New Year promotion, running from now until the end of January. With 118 novels available, there’s bound to me something to catch your interest.
In addition, The Kurdish Connection, Colombian Betrayal, and Mission: Angola are participating in a first-in-series promotion for mysteries and thrillers. There are sixty-four novels in this one.
My Work in Progress
This week I posted chapter twenty-three of Ultimate Escalation to the two online subscription writing sites I use. My manuscript received another seventeen reviews, bringing the total to 509. As always, plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
Vladimir tilted his head. “Earlier, I started to ask about your crew when we were interrupted by the presence of the Americans.” He glanced upward. “How did you pick your crew?”
“The Russians are all experienced with the Lyre class before the submarines were decommissioned. Rather than being trained so they could be deployed on another class, they were abandoned by the navy. Since the Iranians had already trained in Russia, it didn’t take long to provide the necessary guidance to work on the Negodyay. Of course, they aren’t involved in driving the submarine nor with the armaments.”
Chug! Chug! Chug!
“What’s that, Comrade Captain?” Wide-eyed, Mishka point toward the sound.
“Nothing to worry about. Just one of the many supertankers transiting the straits. If there was a potential for danger, the sonarman would alert us.” Pushkin chuckled as the sub shifted downward. The helmsman is adjusting our depth to ensure we won’t be involved in an accidental collision.”
Mishka kept staring upward as the sound of the tanker faded. “Do accidents happen often?”
“On occasion.” Pushkin shrugged. But not to us.”
They moved forward, stopping by the periscope station. “Would you like to take a look?” Pushkin gestured toward the controls.
“Da.” Vladimir stepped closer.
“Watch what I do.” Pushkin demonstrated, turning in a complete circle before stepping back. He tapped a control. “Hold this button if you want to focus on a particular ship.
Vladimir took over, mimicking what Pushkin showed them. “A great way to sneak up on your enemy.” Vladimir stepped aside, allowing Mishka a turn. What armaments do you carry?”
“The Negodyay has six torpedo tubes. There is storage space for eighteen to twenty torpedoes or the same number of cruise missiles. We have a mixture of both. In addition, we always carry a dozen mines.”
Vladimir pursed his lips. Can you hit an inland target?”
“Depends on the distance from the submarine. Our missiles can travel as far as six hundred sixty kilometers.”
“What if I wanted you to sink a ship?”
“Not a problem if we’re within fifteen kilometers for our torpedoes, but closer for the mines, which are usually placed in the projected path of the target.” Pushkin snapped his fingers. “Would you like a demonstration?”
“What? Here?” A grin spread across Vladimir’s face. “Da!”
Pushkin returned to the periscope and performed another search. “A perfect opportunity to cause confusion and mayhem.”
“What did you find?”
“Have a look—two Iranian patrol boats.” He stepped aside.
Vladimir scratched his head. “But what if you miss?”
Pushkin shrugged. “We acquired several American MK67 anti-ship mines a couple of years ago. We’ll use one on each boat. If any identifiable debris is found, the Americans will be blamed.”
“Captain, you’re full of surprises.” Vladimir glanced at Mishka. “What do you think?”
Mishka nodded. “Any opportunity to show America in a negative light is a good one, Vova. I say do it.”
More next time.
Books I’m Reading
I recently finished reading Feathers, the newest release by Blair Howard. Another riveting plot by a master storyteller. Detective Kate Gazzara is embroiled in a cat and mouse game with a deadly killer, who always seems to be a step ahead. As with all of Blair’s novels, this one is full of twists and turns. Combined with larger-than-life characters, this one will keep you turning the pages. Heartily recommended.
This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
January 16, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, January 16, 2022
After a week of continuous dreary skies, we finally have a bit of sunshine. Not sure how long it will last, as rain clouds are building up along the skyline. At least it was dry, and I was finally able to clean up the last of autumn’s fallen leaves.
Overall, the first three-day small business market of the year was a success. I sold fourteen novels, while seventeen of Sylvia’s laminated poetry sheets went home to happy customers, along with three of her poetry books. Our next event will be the first weekend in February.
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “It’s OK to not have the answer yet. Continue your journey and trust the process.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 16th, the third Sunday of the new year. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Dorthe Engelbrechtsdatter, Norwegian poet; Louis de Rouvroy, duc de Saint-Simon, French writer (Mémoires); Richard Savage, English poet and playwright; Vittorio Alfieri, Italian count, dramatist and poet (Maria Stuarda) who is considered the founder of Italian tragedy; Andre Michelin, French industrialist, tire manufacturer (Michelin) and publisher of the Michelin Guide; Frank Bacon, American playwright, actor and author (Lightnin’); Robert W. Service, English-Canadian poet (Cremation of Sam McGee); Robert Garbe, German poet (Gorniek); Zhou Zuoren, Chinese writer; Osip Brik, Russian writer; Nat Schachner, American author; Ruth Rose, American screenwriter; Carlos Pellicer, Mexican poet; Franz Tumler, Austrian author/novelist (Cloak, Aufruf); Stirling Silliphant, screenwriter; Nel Benschop, Dutch poet; Anthony Hecht, American poet; William Kennedy, American writer; Vladimír Škutina, Czechoslovakian writer and actor (Hvezda jede na jih); Susan Sontag, American author & film director (Benefactor, 1966 Pol Award); Magdalen Nabb, British author; Ruth Reichl, American magazine editor; Brian Castro, Australian author; and Garth Ennis, Irish comic book author.
Any names familiar to you? The only name I know is Andre Michilen. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
All of my novels are participating in a Terrifying New Year promotion, running from now until the end of January. With 118 novels available, there’s bound to me something to catch your interest.
In addition, The Kurdish Connection, Colombian Betrayal, and Mission: Angola are participating in a first-in-series promotion for mysteries and thrillers. There are sixty-four novels in this one.
My Work in Progress
This week I posted chapter twenty-two to the two online subscription writing sites I use. Ultimate Escalation received another twenty-four chapter reviews, bringing the total to 492. Plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
KS-1 cut through the water at twelve knots just below the surface. Captain 3rd Rank Karol Pushkin, the former commander of a Russian hunter-killer submarine, kept his eye on the periscope’s eyepiece. Satisfied with the space between KS-1 and surface ships in the narrow Straits of Hormuz, he stepped toward his visitors.
“Comrade Colonel. Welcome to the KS-1. We refer to her as the Negodyay.”
“Spacibo, Captain. Please call me Vladimir. My military rank was long ago.” He shook hands with Pushkin. “I look forward to our journey on the Villain.”
“We shall cruise along the coast until we reach the Gulf of Oman before heading to deeper water.” Pushkin turned and shouted an order to a seaman with a dark complexion hunched over a scope.
“Still clear, Captain.”
“Very well. Continue as planned.” Pushkin glanced around the control room before turning back to Vladimir. “Ever been on a submarine before?”
“Nyet. How big is the crew?”
“The Lyre class submarines, which NATO called the Alfa class, was designed for operations with a crew as small as fourteen, plus a cook. When active, this was increased to thirty-one.” Pushkin smiled. “Today, we use the minimum crew size.”
Vladimir gestured toward the man still studying his scope. “What nationality is he? I don’t think he’s Russian.”
“You are correct. He’s Iranian, as is half my crew. They all trained on Kilo-class diesel-electric submarines Mother Russia built for the Islamic Republic of Iran, selling them for hundreds of millions of rubles.”
“How did they end up on the Negodyay?”
“They became disenchanted with their government.” Pushkin shrugged. “We offered them an opportunity, and they joined us.”
“Interesting. How—”
“Captain! An American cruiser is ahead of us.”
“Rig for ultra-quiet. Take us down.”
The submarine tilted, continuing downward until it hovered just about the sandy bottom. Quiet ensued as the crew, Vladimir, and Mishka kept their movements to a minimum.
Ping!
The sound all submariners dread echoed throughout the Negodyay.
Minutes passed, the only sound was the men snatching shallow breaths.
The sonar man waved an arm to attract Pushkin’s attention.
The captain approached and leaned toward the seaman. “What’s the status?” His voice was almost inaudible.
“The Americans—they are heading toward the Iranian shore. I picked up several noises from Iranian attack craft.”
Pushkin relaxed. “Keep an eye on them.” He shuffled to the helmsman’s position. “Ahead dead slow. Hug the bottom until we clear the area and resume our normal depth.”
“Yes, Comrade Captain.”
Clang!
More next time.
During slow periods while attending the Christmas market and last weekend’s market, I began working on Frozen Conquest. So far, I have two draft chapters, but they’re not quite ready to post on the two subscription writing sites. For those who might not be aware, here’s the initial synopsis:
An international criminal gang, known as Diablo Corps, plans a series of devastating attacks to take over the G7 countries unless their demands are met. Secure in their hidden headquarters in Antarctica, they possess the means to disrupt the leading world economies. The Diablos want what other power-hungry people want—more power.
Will the G7 bend to the will of these rogues or will evil triumph? Diablo Corps believes their previous infiltration of the international banking system and world stock exchanges will allow them to risk all on a single gamble.
The Scandinavian Protection Agency joins forces with Bedlam Delta to thwart the efforts of the group and restore faith Will Antarctica become a smoking ruin or will the world suffer an economic meltdown?
Books I’m Reading
I was going to post a review of The Lair of Anubis (The Project Book 20) by Alex Lukeman when I realized I had already posted one. For those who might not have seen it, here it is again:
Nick and Selena are embroiled in another battle to preserve relics from the past, this time the lost tomb of Alexander the Great. Since I haven’t read the previous books in the series, I thoroughly enjoyed this nonstop action-packed adventure. If you haven’t read any of Alex’s books, here’s another author to check out. I’ll be heading back to the beginning of the series to find out how it all began!
This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
January 9, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, January 9, 2022
So far, the dreaded ‘s’ word has stay away. We’ve had a mixture of rain, sunshine, and dry spells, with temperatures in the low 40s F/single digits C) but that’s good enough for now.
This weekend has been the first small business market of the year. While it’s been slow, eight of my novels have sold, along with two of Sylvia’s poetry books and thirteen of her poetry sheets. Today’s the final day for January, so hopefully, we’ll add to those totals.
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): Regrets? I have no Regrets. Even if I could, I would not change anything in my past. Rather, I look back with Gratitude because if weren’t for my Past, I would not be who I am Today.
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 9th, the second Sunday of the new year. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Thomas Warton, critic and poet (Pleasures of Melancholy) British Poet Laureate (1785-90); Gilbert Abbott à Beckett, English writer; Thomas William Robertson, England, playwright (Caste); Félix-Gabriel Marchand, journalist, author and politician, Premier of Quebec; Anton Askerc, Slavic priest/poet (Primoz Trubar); Lizette Woodworth Reese, American poet (Branch of May, Tears); Henry B Fuller, American writer (Under the Skylights); Hayyim Nahman Bialik, Jewish poet; Hans Bethge, German poet; Giovanni Papini, Italian writer (Il Diavolo); Lascelles Abercrombie, English poet/critic (Revaluations); Karel Čapek, Czech writer, playwright and critic (R.U.R.); coined the word “robot”; Kurt Tucholsky, German journalist/writer (Panther Tiger & Co); August Gailit, Estonia, writer (Ekke Moor); Simone de Beauvoir, French author & feminist (The Mandarins, The Second Sex); Stafford WIlliam Somerfield, British newspaper editor; Lister Sinclair, Canadian broadcaster and playwright; Abdelhamid ben Hadouga, Algerian writer; Judith Krantz, Jewish-American novelist (Scruples, Princess Daisy, Dazzle); Heiner Muller, German dramatist; Brian Friel, Irish dramatist “Irish Chekhov” (Dancing at Lughnasa); Algis Budrys, Lithuanian-American sci-fi author (Man of Earth); Sonia Garmers, Curaçao writer (Dear Queen); Wilbur Smith, Zambian novelist (War Cry, River God); Anne Rivers Siddons, American writer; Klaus Schlesinger, German writer; Robert Drewe, Australian author; Harun Farocki, German filmmaker & author (Nicht loeschbares Feur); Morris Gleitzman, British-Australian children’s author; Michiko Kakutani, American literary critic; Oliver Goldstick, American screenwriter; and Hal Niedzviecki, Canadian novelist & cultural critic.
Any names familiar to you? The only name I know is Judith Krantz. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
All of my novels are participating in a Terrifying New Year promotion, running from now until the end of January. With 118 novels available, there’s bound to me something to catch your interest.
My Work in Progress
I finally posted chapter twenty-one to the two online subscription writing sites I used. Ultimate Escalation received another chapter ten reviews, bringing the total to 468. Plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
The Bedlam operatives congregated in Willie’s room. They removed the false bottoms of their suitcases. Inside each one was a SIG Sauer P226, a shoulder holster, and three magazines. A Ka-Bar knife and small whetstone completed their arsenals.
Alfie shoved a magazine into his pistol and chambered a round. “Now, I don’t feel naked.”
“Please—that’s a picture I don’t want to see.” Nate covered his eyes. “Promise you won’t walk around without any clothes on.”
Alfie laughed. “Just for you, I might do it.”
“Calm down, guys.” Willie finished logging into his email. “Something from headquarters. Let’s see what’s up.”
To: Rebel, Bedlam, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie
From: Bedlam Actual
Source reports associates of primary target transited Karachi and are now in Peshawar. Recommend flying to Islamabad and driving the rest of the way as the Peshawar Airport is likely under surveillance. Advise caution. Remaining team members now on standby. ACK.
Willie acknowledged their new orders and turned to Nate and Alfie. “Looks like we’re on the road again. Vladimir’s associates are now in Peshawar.”
“Isn’t Nikolaev holed up in Pesh?” Nate yawned.
“According to the latest intel, that’s his current base of operations.” Willie scanned the list of flights. “Next flight to Islamabad is tomorrow at 07:00. Once there, we’ll rent a vehicle for the remainder of the journey.”
“No flights tonight?” Alfie slid the blade of his Ka-Bar across the whetstone.
“Yes, one, but we won’t arrive at the airport in time for departure. Suggest we eat in the hotel and have an early night. Our sleep’s likely to be minimal once we reach Peshawar.” He picked up the phone from the desk. “I better let them know our plans changes and were leaving in the morning.”
More next time.
Books I’m Reading
I’ll resume posting my reviews next time, beginning with The Lair of Anubis (The Project Book 20) by Alex Lukeman.
This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
January 2, 2022
Randall’s Ramblings, January 2, 2022
Happy New Year! I hope everyone has a safe and prosperous 2022! We had a quiet night at home, but did catch the fireworks shown on the t.v. from around the world. There were plenty of fireworks in the area, too, based on the sounds, but we couldn’t see them.
The cream tea river cruise on the Firth of Forth was good and it was interesting to see Blackness Castle. I didn’t know the castle was referred to as ‘the ship that never sailed’ due to its great stone ship appearance, but if you look at the photo below you’ll see. The castle was closed to visitors at this time, but we hope to make a trip inside in the future.
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “In Life, it’s not where you go. It’s who you travel with.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 2nd, the first Sunday of the new year. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Philip Freneau, poet of American Revolution (The American Village); Henry Kingsley, English Australian writer; Mendele Moykher Sforim, Jewish writer; Ernst Barlach, German writer and artist; Johannes L “Jan” Walch, Dutch literary (Grimaces); Jacques Chardonne [Boutelleau], French writer (l’Epithalame); Moyshe Leyb Halpern, Galican/American poet; Robert Nathan, American poet and novelist (Portrait of Jennie); Rene Etiemble, French literature historian (Parlez-vous Franglais); Ulrich Becher, German writer and playwright; Srirangam Srinivasarao [Sri Sri], Telugu Poet; Isaac Asimov, Russian scientist and sci-fi writer (I Robot, Foundation Trilogy); David Herbert, publisher; Gerhard Amanshauser, writer; Daisaku Ikeda, Japanese writer; Morimura Seiichi, Japanese novelist; and Hans Herbjørnsrud, Norwegian author.
Any names familiar to you? The only name I know is Isaac Asimov. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
All of my novels are participating in a Terrifying New Year promotion, running from now until the end of January. With 118 novels available, there’s bound to me something to catch your interest.
My Work in Progress
I didn’t get a chance to do any writing this week, but will be back to my manuscript in the coming days. Ultimate Escalation received another ninechapter reviews, bringing the total to 458. Plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
Nate nudged Willie. He whispered, “Hey, does the guy who just passed through customs look familiar?”
Willie craned his neck. “Can’t tell. Why?”
“I think he was at our hotel in Dubai.”
“So? Lots of people use the same hotel before catching flights.”
Nate rubbed his chin. “Yeah, I know. But there’s something about him… Perhaps it’ll come to me.”
“Your turn.” Willie gestured toward the official beckoning Nate forward. “Be nice to the guy, right?”
After clearing customs, the three Bedlam operatives headed into the oppressive heat and sunshine. They walked past two taxis at the head of the line and climbed into the third one.
“Where to?” The driver weaved around the other taxis, waving as they blew their horns.
“Pearl Continental Hotel.” Willie reached into his backpack, pulling out an iPod and earbuds.
“Traffic is heavy. Take about an hour.”
“No rush.”
* * *
The man in the thobe leaned over the seat in the first taxi. “Follow them, but not too close.” He dropped an envelope next to the driver.
“Yes, sahib.”
They rode through the crowded streets in silence. Outside, myriad horns blew, and the squeal of worn brake pads permeated the air.
The taxi pulled into the Pearl Continental parking lot two cars behind the Bedlam operatives’ vehicle.
“Don’t go any closer. I’ll get out here.”
“Yes, sahib.
The robed man climbed out of the taxi and used a side entrance to enter the hotel. He headed to the lobby, pulling a newspaper from a rack, and sitting in a chair partially hidden behind a large golden pot and green fern. From his vantage point, he could still monitor the check-in desk.
He fished a cellphone from his pocket, dialed, and waited for someone to answer.
“Hello?”
The man spoke in Arabic-accented Russian. “Mishka, it’s me—Farook.”
“Da. Report.”
“The foreigners are at the Karachi Pearl Continental.”
“Keep an eye on them. Find out who they meet and where they go.”
“As you wish.” Farooq cut the connection.
* * *
After collecting their luggage from the trunk of the taxi, Willie, Nate, and Alfie shouldered their backpacks and pulled their roll-arounds into the hotel.
They approached the check-in desk, quiet at this time. Once they received their room cards, they headed to the elevators.
* * *
Farooq watched the elevator, noting it stopped on the fourth floor. He stood and approached the check-in desk.
The man behind the desk smiled. “Checking in, sir?”
“No.” Farooq pulled out an identification card and flashed it at the clerk. “I’m with UAE State Security. Three men just checked in.” He slid an envelope across the counter. “What are their names and room numbers?”
The clerk glanced around before grabbing the envelope and shoving it in a pocket of his shawal kameez. He studied the computer screen. “Mister Smith, Jones, and Brown are staying in rooms four oh two through four oh four.”
Farooq grinned. How original with their names. Or is it arrogance? “Thank you. Please have someone bring me a tea. I’ll be waiting in the lobby. Do not tell the mean I asked about them.”
The clerk nodded. “Your money has purchased my silence. I will arrange a tea and something for you to eat.”
“Excellent.” Farooq returned to his seat.
More next time.
This brings us to an end for another week . If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again. All the best for 2022!
© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
December 26, 2021
Randall’s Ramblings, December 26, 2021
We had a good Christmas market, with plenty of books and poetry sheets sold, as well as some knitwear. Our next small business market will be on 7-9 January. In the meantime, we’re taking a rest and catching up on things with our son.
On Christmas Eve we went to a nearby hotel for dinner. As with the first two times we did this (2018 and 2019) it was another excellent meal. We spent a quiet Christmas Day at home–no snow in our area but the weather maps showed snow to the north and south of us. Today, we heading out on the Firth of Forth for a cream tea cruise under the three bridges, stopping at Blackness Castle, the backdrop for the Outlander series and the Outlaw King.
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “Always end the day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it better.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on December 26th, the fourth and last Sunday of the month. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Peter Schenck, German/Neth engraver/publisher; Thomas Gray, English poet (Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard); Jean François de Saint-Lambert, French poet; Friedrich Melchior, baron von Grimm, German writer; Heinrich J von Collin, Austria dramatist/poet (Regulus); E. D. E. N. Southworth, American novelist; Dion Boucicault [Dionysus Lardner Boursiquot], Irish actor and playwright (Rip van Winkle, London Assurance); Martinus Nijhoff, Dutch publisher (Van Dale) and founder (Martinus Nijhoff Publishers); René Bazin, French novelist; Alexander Amfiteatrov, Russian-Italian journalist, newspaper editor, novelist, and historian; Harry Redman, American composer, writer, and artist; Isaiah Bowman, American geography/co-founder (Geographical Review); Henry Miller, American author (Tropic of Cancer, Tropic of Capricorn, Sexus); Jean Toomer, American writer; Willie Corsari [Wilhelmina A Schmidt], Dutch writer; Alenjo Carpentier, Cuban/French writer (Guerra del Tiempo); H. A. Gomperts, Dutch writer (Duck on Attic); Steve Allen, American comedian, composer, writer and TV host (Tonight Show, Steve Allen Show); Elizabeth Kostova, American author (The Historian); and Robert Muchamore, English children’s author.
Any names familiar to you? The only name I know is Steve Allen. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Work in Progress
I didn’t get a chance to do any writing this week, but a short break doesn’t hurt. Ultimate Escalation received another seven chapter reviews, bringing the total to 449. Plenty of suggestions to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
After eating a dinner of chicken chili dry and masala fried rice, Vladimir and Mishka waited for their final guest of the day. They sat on the rear balcony, sipping on child vodka as they enjoyed a slight breeze, cooling the warm air.
“May I join you?”
Vladimir and Mishka pulled pistols from the pockets as they turned, relaxing when they recognize their visitor.
“Major Bangash—please join us. Would you care for some vodka? Vladimir lifted a bottle from an ice bucket.
“Just tea for me.”
“Of course.” Vladimir gestured toward a chair. “Please have a seat. Yusuuf brought a pot of tea for you.” He stood, picked up a teapot, and filled a cup before handing it to Bangash.
“Thank you.” He sipped the warm drink. “I have two pieces of information to share with you.”
“Please go ahead.”
“My contact in Dubai said three Westerners asked bout you.”
“Anything we should be concerned about?”
Bangash shook his head. “No. These men will soon be in Karachi. They will be followed, and when the time is right, they will meet with an untimely accident.”
“Do you know their names?’
“No. But my contact said they are native English speakers, if that helps.”
Vladimir tilted his head. “It does.” Which Western intelligence agency do they represent? “Don’t do anything to them until I give the word. They might be useful.”
“As you wish.” Bangash took another sip of his tea. “The other information will be of more interest to you. ISI captured two Russian agents over the weekend. They wanted to know your whereabouts. There’s a price of two hundred fifty thousand euros on your head—dead or alive, but dead is the preferred option.”
“Is that all?” Vladimir chuckled. “Must be Putin who set the price. He’s always been a miser. Where are these agents? I assume they work for the GRU?”
“I believe so.” Bangash nodded.
“Where are they?”
“Yesterday, I arranged for their departure.” Bangash grinned. “I told them if they didn’t leave Khyber Pakhtunkhwa within twenty-four hours, they’d be taken to Afghanistan and turned over to the Taliban.” He finished his tea. “Last I heard, they’re on tonight’s flight to Dubai.”
“Excellent.” Vladimir handed an envelope to Bangash. “Here’s your monthly retainer.”
“Thank you, Colonel. Your generosity allows me to keep my wife in the style she has become accustomed to.”
A smile creased Vladimir’s face before his eyes hardened like lumps of coal. “As long as you don’t double-cross me, you’ll be able to continue doing so. Otherwise, you’ll learn firsthand about Spetsnaz retribution.”
More next time.
This brings us to an end for another week as I need to get ready for the river cruise. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again. See you again in 2022!
© Copyright 2021 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved
December 19, 2021
Randall’s Ramblings, December 19, 2021
It’s been a busy week with the Xmas market still underway. We’ll be participating through Monday, while some of the vendors will remain through Christmas Eve.
We received a fantastic Christmas present on Thursday–Craig arrived from Washington, D.C., for three weeks! It’s great to have him with us.
Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/): “In Life, it’s not where you go. It’s who you travel with.”
So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on December 19th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):
Su Tung-p’o, China, poet/essayist/painter/calligrapher; William Bowyer, English printer; Manuel Breton de los Herreros, Quel Spain, poet/comic playwright; Italo Svevo, Trieste Austria, Italian novelist (La Coscienza di Zeno); F S Flint, translator/poet (imagist movement); Ingeborg Refling-Hagen, Norwegian author/poet (Loke Saar Havre); Maurice Roelants, Flemish novelist and poet (Komen en gaan, Prayer for a Good End); Oliver [Hazard Perry] La Farge, American anthropologist and novelist; Theo Harych, German writer; H Allen Smith, Ill, humorist/author (Low Man on Totem Pole); Jean Genet, French novelist (The Thief’s Journal, Our Lady of the Flowers) and playwright (The Balcony, The Maids); Jose Lezama Lima, poet/novelist; Adriaan van der Veen, Dutch writer (Sister at Sea); Benedict Freedman, novelist and mathematician (Mrs Mike); Michel Tournier, French writer (Friday, or, The Other Island); Tankred Dorst, German playwright; James Booth [David Geeves], British actor and screenwriter (Zulu, Keeping Mum); Howard Sackler, American screenwriter; Salvador Elizondo, Mexican writer; Jean-Patrick Manchette, French thriller writer (3 to Kill, The Prone Gunman); Michelangelo Signorile, American writer; Jon Smith, British writer; and Patrick Casey, American screenwriter and actor.
Any names familiar to you? I admit I didn’t find anyone I knew. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!
My Published Work
All of my novels are participating in a Thrilling Christmas promotion, running from now through Christmas Day. With ninety novels available, there’s bound to me something for that special someone on your Christmas list or even for yourself, but you’ll have to hurry!
My Work in Progress
With all of the time at the Christmas market, I haven’t had much time to write. However, I began working on a new manuscript for Frozen Conquest. More about this one in the future. A total of bube chapter reviews came in this week, bringing the total to 442. Definitely some great comments to enhance my writing.
Here’s another snippet:
Yusuuf escorted Ajit and Imran into the living room, returning moments later with a plate of sliced fruit and cups of tea.
After exchanging pleasantries, Vladimir motioned for them to sit. “What can I do for your today?”
Ajit sipped his tea and set the cup down. “First, our apologies for the incident during our meeting by Bahawalpur. We thought it best to come to you here to continue our discussions.”
“The council agreed we would speak on their behalf, and they would accept whatever arrangements we make.” Imran picked up a mango slice and took a bite. “We are uncertain how the attackers found out about our meeting, but we shall find out. Even if it was one of our own, he will be dealt with.”
Vladimir waved a hand in dismissal. “In our line of work, there are always interruptions. Nothing to be concerned about.” He stared at Ajit and Imran in turn. “I believe there might be a way to bring India and Pakistan together to resolve the Punjabi situation. However, there will be bloodshed.”
Ajit leaned closer. “What do you propose?”
“First, we begin with peaceful protests on either side of the border. These will become more intense as time passes. Minor attacks will take place, escalating until the military forces of each country are involved.” Vladimir stared at the ceiling. “We’ll need someone to organize peace talks between India and Pakistan, but this can be arranged later.”
“India and Pakistan are always talking and making threats.” Ajit pursed his lips. “Why should this be any different? Kashmir is still a disputed territory without a resolution in sight. Why should they agree to resolve the Punjab situation?”
Mishka tapped the side of his nose. “We’ll make them.”
“How?” A puzzled expression creased Imran’s face. “I don’t understand.”
“We have a weapon which will wreak havoc on Pakistan and India’s financial centers. If they do not agree to our terms, we will destroy their economies.”
Imran glanced at Ajit. “What is this weapon?”
“It will be revealed to you only if the situation requires its use.” Vladimir crossed his arms and leaned back on the sofa.
Ajit nodded. “This is agreeable to us. When shall we begin?”
“Mishka will take a team into India. Please provide the name of a contact in Chandigarh, so we can coordinate the protests. I will lead the team here—we’ll set up in Lahore.”
“We have such a contact—Vedant Mohdi. He works in Chandigarh’s civic administration but believes in uniting Punjab.” Ajit smiled. “He is one of my wife’s cousins and can be trusted.”
“Excellent.” Vladimir tilted his head. As if any of them can be trusted—we’ll have to be alert for treachery. “I think we’re in agreement. We’ll move our teams into position within ten days.”
More next time.
This brings us to an end for another week as I need to get ready for today’s market. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again. Merry Christmas to all!
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