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They Fought Like Men
***COMING MARCH 4, 2018***
“...Even though she had already embraced the idea of no longer being viewed as a woman, it was a pretense she could still back away from. It wasn’t too late, yet, to call off the entire affair and creep away as a grieving daughter, left to wait on her husband’s safe return from a war that had already decimated her world. She could do that still… or she could step into a realm where danger was the only certainty.”
And, so begins the arduous journey of Hattie Grey becoming Confederate infantryman ‘Henry’ Grey in October, 1862.
Following the destruction of her world, in the tiny hamlet of Appleton, Tennessee, Hattie is eager for vengeance against the Yankee marauders who murdered her family and dear friends. Weary of waiting on word from her husband, Jonas, presently serving in the Confederate cavalry, several months with no news have passed since their lips last touched. Rather than wait any longer for his return, Hattie daringly disguises herself as a man and enlists in the Army of Tennessee.
Hoping to find what has become of her beloved, and attain meaningful revenge, what Hattie finds instead is another woman pretending to be a male soldier…. The pair’s powerful alliance is fed by courage in facing long odds of survival. Living on the edge with nothing to lose, Hattie and Lucinda Templeton, who goes by ‘Louis’, are as fearsome as any of their male counterparts in the infantry.
Meanwhile, Lieutenant Jonas Grey returns home to find a burned-out farm, along with a makeshift grave believed to be Hattie’s. Grieving under the belief that the love of his life is gone forever, Jonas aligns himself with the famed mercurial and fearless general, Bedford Forrest. The general’s Elite Company of roughshod riders and former slaves provides the only succor available for Jonas to ward off tormenting memories of his beloved wife and a blissful life together that is now gone forever.
As the Southern Cause’s demise becomes increasingly evident, husband and wife experience near misses at being reunited along the Army of Tennessee’s Hell-bent course towards eventual destruction…. Can Fate’s fickle hand finally reunite Hattie and Jonas before the burdens of the war and their shared longing for each other become permanently extinguished? Or, instead, will the continued loss of those held dear during the long and bitter conflict between the North and South prove to be too much to overcome?
These questions and more await answers in They Fought Like Men….
“...Even though she had already embraced the idea of no longer being viewed as a woman, it was a pretense she could still back away from. It wasn’t too late, yet, to call off the entire affair and creep away as a grieving daughter, left to wait on her husband’s safe return from a war that had already decimated her world. She could do that still… or she could step into a realm where danger was the only certainty.”
And, so begins the arduous journey of Hattie Grey becoming Confederate infantryman ‘Henry’ Grey in October, 1862.
Following the destruction of her world, in the tiny hamlet of Appleton, Tennessee, Hattie is eager for vengeance against the Yankee marauders who murdered her family and dear friends. Weary of waiting on word from her husband, Jonas, presently serving in the Confederate cavalry, several months with no news have passed since their lips last touched. Rather than wait any longer for his return, Hattie daringly disguises herself as a man and enlists in the Army of Tennessee.
Hoping to find what has become of her beloved, and attain meaningful revenge, what Hattie finds instead is another woman pretending to be a male soldier…. The pair’s powerful alliance is fed by courage in facing long odds of survival. Living on the edge with nothing to lose, Hattie and Lucinda Templeton, who goes by ‘Louis’, are as fearsome as any of their male counterparts in the infantry.
Meanwhile, Lieutenant Jonas Grey returns home to find a burned-out farm, along with a makeshift grave believed to be Hattie’s. Grieving under the belief that the love of his life is gone forever, Jonas aligns himself with the famed mercurial and fearless general, Bedford Forrest. The general’s Elite Company of roughshod riders and former slaves provides the only succor available for Jonas to ward off tormenting memories of his beloved wife and a blissful life together that is now gone forever.
As the Southern Cause’s demise becomes increasingly evident, husband and wife experience near misses at being reunited along the Army of Tennessee’s Hell-bent course towards eventual destruction…. Can Fate’s fickle hand finally reunite Hattie and Jonas before the burdens of the war and their shared longing for each other become permanently extinguished? Or, instead, will the continued loss of those held dear during the long and bitter conflict between the North and South prove to be too much to overcome?
These questions and more await answers in They Fought Like Men….
They Fought Like Men is now available!
"They Fought Like Men" is now available on Amazon--both for the ebook and paperback versions! :-) Fiona and I are truly excited about this latest book of ours--the fruition of a longstanding idea of hers that we began work on almost two years ago. And now we can finally share it with you all! :-)
Here are the US links for the Kindle and paperback versions, and we look forward to everyone's thoughts on this story. ~ Aiden & Fiona
US Kindle: http://amzn.to/2H3OAVU
Paperback: http://amzn.to/2FTV9Lx
Here are the US links for the Kindle and paperback versions, and we look forward to everyone's thoughts on this story. ~ Aiden & Fiona
US Kindle: http://amzn.to/2H3OAVU
Paperback: http://amzn.to/2FTV9Lx
They Fought Like Men is available on Amazon
....With bayonets and swords drawn, Rebels and Yankees embraced one another in a deadly dance to determine which army would give ground first. Their gleaming blades glistened beneath an impartial sun, which seemed all the more determined to flee the summer sky and avoid witnessing the carnage wrought by each army’s embittered hatred toward the other.
They Fought Like Men--available now via the links below:
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They Fought Like Men--available now via the links below:
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Paperback: http://amzn.to/2HstxfL
They Fought Like Men
"Yes, danger… but also freedom once they see me as a man!"
The thought became a silent mantra as she guided Elsie to a vacant post and stepped down, mindful to do it like her beloved Papa would. As she secured Elsie’s reins, Hattie pushed the thought of her father from her mind. This couldn’t be the place for tears. Then with chin up and the fire of Yankee hatred flowing through her entire being, she walked resolutely to the saloon’s entrance, pausing only to quietly nod to the men who eyed her with some amusement.
She stepped inside… ready to fully embrace anything and everything that came her way as Mr. Henry Grey.
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The thought became a silent mantra as she guided Elsie to a vacant post and stepped down, mindful to do it like her beloved Papa would. As she secured Elsie’s reins, Hattie pushed the thought of her father from her mind. This couldn’t be the place for tears. Then with chin up and the fire of Yankee hatred flowing through her entire being, she walked resolutely to the saloon’s entrance, pausing only to quietly nod to the men who eyed her with some amusement.
She stepped inside… ready to fully embrace anything and everything that came her way as Mr. Henry Grey.
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An excerpt from "They Fought Like Men"
....Hattie leaned back against the tree, glaring at this impudent woman… this Lucinda. The soldier’s one-week presence in her life had hampered the already difficult adjustment from orphaned daughter and possible widow to infantryman. Her gut told her things could get even worse if she cooperated… or perhaps better? There was no way to know for certain.
“Ah, I do believe I’ve hit a nerve in that regard. So, is it the name of your pa? Maybe it’s a brother, or a cousin or uncle? After all, it sounded kind of true when you said your cousin was Billy’s pal, Ezekiel. Maybe you’re his kid sister, instead, with a name like Harriet, Hazel, Helen, or—”
“Hattie!” she blurted out in a hissed whisper, stopping herself from saying anything else to avoid an emotional deluge of tears threatening to follow. She bit her tongue and waited for the painful surge to retreat before going on. “Hattie Grey…. Are you satisfied?”
The soldier she now knew as Lucinda, and not Louis, Templeton laughed and shook her head.
“Satisfied? Ah, hell no!” She smiled roguishly. “But it’s a start…. For the time bein’, you don’t make life uncomfortable for me, and I’ll do the same for you, Hattie Grey.”
Kindle version: http://amzn.to/2G09tkC
Paperback version: http://amzn.to/2GbVs6U
“Ah, I do believe I’ve hit a nerve in that regard. So, is it the name of your pa? Maybe it’s a brother, or a cousin or uncle? After all, it sounded kind of true when you said your cousin was Billy’s pal, Ezekiel. Maybe you’re his kid sister, instead, with a name like Harriet, Hazel, Helen, or—”
“Hattie!” she blurted out in a hissed whisper, stopping herself from saying anything else to avoid an emotional deluge of tears threatening to follow. She bit her tongue and waited for the painful surge to retreat before going on. “Hattie Grey…. Are you satisfied?”
The soldier she now knew as Lucinda, and not Louis, Templeton laughed and shook her head.
“Satisfied? Ah, hell no!” She smiled roguishly. “But it’s a start…. For the time bein’, you don’t make life uncomfortable for me, and I’ll do the same for you, Hattie Grey.”
Kindle version: http://amzn.to/2G09tkC
Paperback version: http://amzn.to/2GbVs6U
Huntress Review's take on They Fought Like Men
Fiona and I received a wonderful review this week from renowned Huntress Reviews--check it out below, my friends. :-)
***** FIVE STARS! Aiden James and Fiona Fraser prove to be a formidable writing team in this incisive story about the women in history who have pretended to be men in order to serve in the military. This writing duo brought the war to life in vivid detail for me as I viewed the men fighting battles in egregious conditions and the women who have to deal with the same, as well as to keep their genders secret.
The story begins in the year 1862 and ends with the war. (Not including the Epilogue.) Women fighting in the war was unheard of and those caught faced charges, humiliation, and/or a fate worse than death. The tale swaps between the views of Hattie and her husband, Jonas, both serving in different places. Both fighting in hopes of seeing each other again someday. This fictional piece of history kept me glued to my seat as I eagerly anticipated what would come next. Totally riveting! *****
--Reviewed by Detra Fitch of Huntress Reviews
***** FIVE STARS! Aiden James and Fiona Fraser prove to be a formidable writing team in this incisive story about the women in history who have pretended to be men in order to serve in the military. This writing duo brought the war to life in vivid detail for me as I viewed the men fighting battles in egregious conditions and the women who have to deal with the same, as well as to keep their genders secret.
The story begins in the year 1862 and ends with the war. (Not including the Epilogue.) Women fighting in the war was unheard of and those caught faced charges, humiliation, and/or a fate worse than death. The tale swaps between the views of Hattie and her husband, Jonas, both serving in different places. Both fighting in hopes of seeing each other again someday. This fictional piece of history kept me glued to my seat as I eagerly anticipated what would come next. Totally riveting! *****
--Reviewed by Detra Fitch of Huntress Reviews
REBORN
BRAND NEW VERSION RELEASED 6/8/20!
In this new, robust version, for those wanting to get a feel for the struggle of Solomon Brandt as a split-soul--one half noble, and the other as evil as anyone can imagine--here is the sample that I am including at the end of a few of my existing books. As such, it is just a glimpse, and there is so much more to this story than can be included in just a short section. But, it's a start. :-)
***Purchase links for the Kindle and Paperback versions are listed after the sample. :-) Aiden
REBORN
The Serendipitous Curse, Book One
(Please read on for a sample)
Comfort embraced my healing body as I lay naked on top of the covers on my new bed. Above me, the ceiling fan whirled, invisibly pulling in cooler air and blowing it across my skin, making the balmy night tolerable.
Almost immediately, Desiree's image soared into my brain, replacing the fan, fueling a new blaze in the pit of my stomach. Her lush green eyes, framed in swooping black lashes, stared down at me. She blinked in slow motion, unveiling pink, shimmery lids, a smile stretching slowly across her face. She reached out a slender hand to me, and as the tips of my fingers grazed hers, a large, white hand curled around her throat. Fear crawled over my skin, dousing the flame. I grabbed for her, but the mysterious hand hauled her away from my grasp, and out of my sight.
My image replaced hers, or someone who looked a lot like me. Though there were differences. I stood in front of an ornately framed hall mirror, proud, my hard chest puffed out under a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a feeling of immense power coursing through me. Strength swelled veins, running the length of muscles in my arms. A thick moustache curled down the corners of my sinister grin. Dark blue eyes, identical to mine, exuding diabolic hatred, stared back at me.
The scene changed. Like a spirit, I floated upward, into the high ceiling, hovering like a cloud over the likeness of me. From above, I watched with unease as the massive, more powerful me picked up a bullwhip from a mahogany hall table and burst past a screened door.
My spirit followed outside, hovering in the air, apparently invisible.
An assembly of dark-skinned people gathered in front of a house… a familiar grand plantation home. They wore scraps for clothing, and most walked with bare feet. Agony and despair lined their faces, clawing at my heart and soul. A small group of white-skinned people burst through the assemblage. The tallest member, dressed in middle-class wear, dragged a slave boy across the lawn until he reached the place where my likeness stood, throwing the boy at his feet. The tall man held his head high and spoke. "Sir, the boy hid in the shade while the others picked cotton."
I wanted no part of the scene I knew was about to unfold, but I was powerless to look away. So, I watched in horror as my likeness cracked the whip in the air. The boy shrieked in fear, and the circle of slaves staggered backward. The Master cracked the whip again, hitting his mark, and once more. I couldn’t escape the sound of flesh ripping and the scent of blood as it spattered over the crowd.
A small, older woman stepped out of the circle and said tentatively, "Please, Sir, the boy is sick with the fever. He came to the fields and helped all he could… Please spare the boy. Please… " She bowed, hiding her tear-streaked face.
I willed myself to move, to grab the boy and escape with him, to end this nightmare. But I had no body, and no eyes to close. In my spirit form, I watched in deepening remorse as Solomon, the plantation owner, the slave owning terrorizer, erupted into a fury of rage. He threw the whip to the ground and grabbed the trembling boy by the throat, lifting him to his eye level. A wail tore through the grouping of slaves. The evil Solomon squeezed the boy's neck until his bulging eyes turned lifeless, and his kicking ceased.
Veins bulged over muscle down the murderer’s neck as rage tore through his lips. He raised his other fist in the air. The slaves scattered and fled.
But for me, the nightmare had just begun.
The man, still holding the boy's lifeless body, twisted his neck and looked up toward where I hovered in a deepening rage of my own. But my anger gave way to fear that clutched at my very soul, as the evil master of this plantation held me prisoner with his familiar cobalt glare. A deep, wicked laugh erupted from his throat.
"Don't stress over the boy, Solomon." He tossed the body to the ground. "Instilling the fear of their master—of you—in the wretches, is the only way to ensure productivity."
I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. Bile welled in my throat. I went through the motions of swallowing, feeling my tongue moisten with the sour liquid.
"I-I'm not you." My voice was just a whisper, but my courage gained strength, and I mustered a roar. "Damn it, I'm not you!"
But somehow, from the depths of my wrenching gut, I knew this vile creature was indeed me, or had at least once been me. And in that sickening moment, I knew a lot more than I had known before. Yet, I still knew so little. What kind of a monster am I?
Another wicked laugh erupted from the evil image of myself.
"You understand now, don’t you, Solomon?" he said. "You feel the power coursing through our veins, and you crave more of it. Soon, you will see that you must thrive on it."
"No!" I screamed. "I am not and never will be, YOU!"
The nightmarish scene faded, but the evil laugh lingered until it finally waned. A bang sounded inside my head, and I awoke with a start.
Except for the low whoosh of the ceiling fan, silence reigned. With a widened gaze and a rapid rise and fall to my chest, I stared at the dimmed light in the center of the fan, too afraid to move, trying to calm my accelerated heartbeat. With hands powerless against the evil me, I gripped the bed coverings. That monstrous beast of a man couldn’t have been me. But I had felt the power, and also the despair of the people.
Moisture pooled at the corners of my eyes for the murdered boy. My heart ached for him… for his people.
"It was a dream," I whispered to myself. "Just a dream."
I unclenched a trembling hand and ran my fingers through hair soaked with sweat, hair shorter than the evil Solomon's in the dream. But those eyes—they were undeniably mine. My thoughts wandered back to the plantation, to the yard. Six Corinthian columns supported the vast portico. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped the mansion, and the emerald green lawn, split in front by the long oak-lined drive—these were all achingly familiar to me. Not like a dream, but real. I'd been there long ago—I was sure of it.
My head ached with the implanted image of the work-worn faces of the tortured innocent people from the dream. When my breathing calmed, I peeled my back off the soaked bedding and got up. Dawn was still hours away, but as tired as I was, I didn’t want to go back to sleep for fear of another nightmare.
Cool tap water felt good on my face. I splashed it again, watching the liquid drip off into the sink. His face was more chiseled, rougher than mine… and he was taller, his body broader. But those eyes…
To purchase your copy of Reborn: The Serendipitous Curse, please click on the Kindle or Paperback links below:
Kindle US: https://amzn.to/2MWmBfQ
Kindle UK: https://amzn.to/3d1QZ2Q
Kindle Canada: https://amzn.to/3dYCkXK
Paperback: https://amzn.to/37A8Xso
In this new, robust version, for those wanting to get a feel for the struggle of Solomon Brandt as a split-soul--one half noble, and the other as evil as anyone can imagine--here is the sample that I am including at the end of a few of my existing books. As such, it is just a glimpse, and there is so much more to this story than can be included in just a short section. But, it's a start. :-)
***Purchase links for the Kindle and Paperback versions are listed after the sample. :-) Aiden
REBORN
The Serendipitous Curse, Book One
(Please read on for a sample)
Comfort embraced my healing body as I lay naked on top of the covers on my new bed. Above me, the ceiling fan whirled, invisibly pulling in cooler air and blowing it across my skin, making the balmy night tolerable.
Almost immediately, Desiree's image soared into my brain, replacing the fan, fueling a new blaze in the pit of my stomach. Her lush green eyes, framed in swooping black lashes, stared down at me. She blinked in slow motion, unveiling pink, shimmery lids, a smile stretching slowly across her face. She reached out a slender hand to me, and as the tips of my fingers grazed hers, a large, white hand curled around her throat. Fear crawled over my skin, dousing the flame. I grabbed for her, but the mysterious hand hauled her away from my grasp, and out of my sight.
My image replaced hers, or someone who looked a lot like me. Though there were differences. I stood in front of an ornately framed hall mirror, proud, my hard chest puffed out under a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a feeling of immense power coursing through me. Strength swelled veins, running the length of muscles in my arms. A thick moustache curled down the corners of my sinister grin. Dark blue eyes, identical to mine, exuding diabolic hatred, stared back at me.
The scene changed. Like a spirit, I floated upward, into the high ceiling, hovering like a cloud over the likeness of me. From above, I watched with unease as the massive, more powerful me picked up a bullwhip from a mahogany hall table and burst past a screened door.
My spirit followed outside, hovering in the air, apparently invisible.
An assembly of dark-skinned people gathered in front of a house… a familiar grand plantation home. They wore scraps for clothing, and most walked with bare feet. Agony and despair lined their faces, clawing at my heart and soul. A small group of white-skinned people burst through the assemblage. The tallest member, dressed in middle-class wear, dragged a slave boy across the lawn until he reached the place where my likeness stood, throwing the boy at his feet. The tall man held his head high and spoke. "Sir, the boy hid in the shade while the others picked cotton."
I wanted no part of the scene I knew was about to unfold, but I was powerless to look away. So, I watched in horror as my likeness cracked the whip in the air. The boy shrieked in fear, and the circle of slaves staggered backward. The Master cracked the whip again, hitting his mark, and once more. I couldn’t escape the sound of flesh ripping and the scent of blood as it spattered over the crowd.
A small, older woman stepped out of the circle and said tentatively, "Please, Sir, the boy is sick with the fever. He came to the fields and helped all he could… Please spare the boy. Please… " She bowed, hiding her tear-streaked face.
I willed myself to move, to grab the boy and escape with him, to end this nightmare. But I had no body, and no eyes to close. In my spirit form, I watched in deepening remorse as Solomon, the plantation owner, the slave owning terrorizer, erupted into a fury of rage. He threw the whip to the ground and grabbed the trembling boy by the throat, lifting him to his eye level. A wail tore through the grouping of slaves. The evil Solomon squeezed the boy's neck until his bulging eyes turned lifeless, and his kicking ceased.
Veins bulged over muscle down the murderer’s neck as rage tore through his lips. He raised his other fist in the air. The slaves scattered and fled.
But for me, the nightmare had just begun.
The man, still holding the boy's lifeless body, twisted his neck and looked up toward where I hovered in a deepening rage of my own. But my anger gave way to fear that clutched at my very soul, as the evil master of this plantation held me prisoner with his familiar cobalt glare. A deep, wicked laugh erupted from his throat.
"Don't stress over the boy, Solomon." He tossed the body to the ground. "Instilling the fear of their master—of you—in the wretches, is the only way to ensure productivity."
I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. Bile welled in my throat. I went through the motions of swallowing, feeling my tongue moisten with the sour liquid.
"I-I'm not you." My voice was just a whisper, but my courage gained strength, and I mustered a roar. "Damn it, I'm not you!"
But somehow, from the depths of my wrenching gut, I knew this vile creature was indeed me, or had at least once been me. And in that sickening moment, I knew a lot more than I had known before. Yet, I still knew so little. What kind of a monster am I?
Another wicked laugh erupted from the evil image of myself.
"You understand now, don’t you, Solomon?" he said. "You feel the power coursing through our veins, and you crave more of it. Soon, you will see that you must thrive on it."
"No!" I screamed. "I am not and never will be, YOU!"
The nightmarish scene faded, but the evil laugh lingered until it finally waned. A bang sounded inside my head, and I awoke with a start.
Except for the low whoosh of the ceiling fan, silence reigned. With a widened gaze and a rapid rise and fall to my chest, I stared at the dimmed light in the center of the fan, too afraid to move, trying to calm my accelerated heartbeat. With hands powerless against the evil me, I gripped the bed coverings. That monstrous beast of a man couldn’t have been me. But I had felt the power, and also the despair of the people.
Moisture pooled at the corners of my eyes for the murdered boy. My heart ached for him… for his people.
"It was a dream," I whispered to myself. "Just a dream."
I unclenched a trembling hand and ran my fingers through hair soaked with sweat, hair shorter than the evil Solomon's in the dream. But those eyes—they were undeniably mine. My thoughts wandered back to the plantation, to the yard. Six Corinthian columns supported the vast portico. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped the mansion, and the emerald green lawn, split in front by the long oak-lined drive—these were all achingly familiar to me. Not like a dream, but real. I'd been there long ago—I was sure of it.
My head ached with the implanted image of the work-worn faces of the tortured innocent people from the dream. When my breathing calmed, I peeled my back off the soaked bedding and got up. Dawn was still hours away, but as tired as I was, I didn’t want to go back to sleep for fear of another nightmare.
Cool tap water felt good on my face. I splashed it again, watching the liquid drip off into the sink. His face was more chiseled, rougher than mine… and he was taller, his body broader. But those eyes…
To purchase your copy of Reborn: The Serendipitous Curse, please click on the Kindle or Paperback links below:
Kindle US: https://amzn.to/2MWmBfQ
Kindle UK: https://amzn.to/3d1QZ2Q
Kindle Canada: https://amzn.to/3dYCkXK
Paperback: https://amzn.to/37A8Xso
Eden's Lie
Here is my latest book--the first new one in nearly a year, and for a brand new series! :-)
First in the Thrilling BloodStar Chronicles.
Within the deep woods of rural Alabama, along the forgotten southern course of the Black Warrior River, lies an unseen world long feared by the residents of the tiny town of Carlsdale.
Down through the centuries, few people have survived a visit to this hidden place long enough to talk about it. Among these fortunate souls is Jack Kenney.
Thirteen years old at the time of the event, Jack and his family were forced to flee Carlsdale in the aftermath and head north to the larger city of Tuscaloosa. Mercifully, the menace from their former home left them in peace for nearly eight years... But everything has changed after the brutal murder of a noted archaeologist and professor from the University of Alabama.
Jack and his older brother, Jeremy Kenney, attend the University and are close friends of the late professor. Within days of his death, they are abducted by a secretive federal agency determined to unlock life-changing secrets from Jack’s experience as an adolescent that could also reveal the identity of a mysterious menace threatening the entire Earth in the present.
However, until a persuasive agent sharing similar personal demons joins the interrogation, Jack remains mum. Sharing what he knows could place those he loves in grave danger... not to mention set off potentially dire repercussions for the rest of humanity.
Willing to talk after so many years spent in sworn silence, Jack leads Special Agent Peter McNamee on an extraordinary roller-coaster ride involving a mystical and deadly realm in America’s Deep South.
To learn more, please check out the link below:
https://amzn.to/3e88oh6
First in the Thrilling BloodStar Chronicles.
Within the deep woods of rural Alabama, along the forgotten southern course of the Black Warrior River, lies an unseen world long feared by the residents of the tiny town of Carlsdale.
Down through the centuries, few people have survived a visit to this hidden place long enough to talk about it. Among these fortunate souls is Jack Kenney.
Thirteen years old at the time of the event, Jack and his family were forced to flee Carlsdale in the aftermath and head north to the larger city of Tuscaloosa. Mercifully, the menace from their former home left them in peace for nearly eight years... But everything has changed after the brutal murder of a noted archaeologist and professor from the University of Alabama.
Jack and his older brother, Jeremy Kenney, attend the University and are close friends of the late professor. Within days of his death, they are abducted by a secretive federal agency determined to unlock life-changing secrets from Jack’s experience as an adolescent that could also reveal the identity of a mysterious menace threatening the entire Earth in the present.
However, until a persuasive agent sharing similar personal demons joins the interrogation, Jack remains mum. Sharing what he knows could place those he loves in grave danger... not to mention set off potentially dire repercussions for the rest of humanity.
Willing to talk after so many years spent in sworn silence, Jack leads Special Agent Peter McNamee on an extraordinary roller-coaster ride involving a mystical and deadly realm in America’s Deep South.
To learn more, please check out the link below:
https://amzn.to/3e88oh6
