The Royal Archives: Eight Edition

Hello friends, family and those who just happened to stumble through out of curiosity. =)

I hope that today is finding all of you well. Before I get into the Royal Archives, I just wanted to give you guys an update on my horror novel, Closer. I am FINALLY nearing completion. I have 42 chapters in, have given myself more than a few nightmares and I'm so crazy excited to start the editing process!

I will have an interview coming up in October with my friend and mentor, best selling author, K.M. Jenkins soon, as well, which I'm super excited about sharing with everyone! Now... onto the Royal Archives!!

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The Royal Archives

Eight Edition

The Creatures of the Underworld

"If you believe every creature in the Underworld is dangerous, you are mistaken. If you believe none of them are dangerous, you are considerably more mistaken."

—Royal Field Guide, Fourth Edition

The Underworld is home to more than the Fae.

Across its five realms live creatures both familiar and extraordinary—some gentle enough to earn a place beside the hearth, others best admired from a considerable distance.

Many have existed in the Underworld for longer than written history can remember.

Some are woven into Fae legend.

Others are simply part of everyday life.

And a fortunate number are perfectly happy to remain undiscovered.

Creatures of the Greenwood

The forests and meadows of Scaoilte Glas are home to countless creatures.

Some are small enough to fit within a Fae's palm. Others are large enough to make an experienced hunter reconsider their career choices.

Many woodland creatures possess some degree of natural magic.

Some can change their appearance.

Others communicate through thought, song, or changes in the surrounding plants.

A few are said to recognize individuals they have encountered generations before.

Whether this is true remains uncertain.

The creatures of Scaoilte Glas have declined to comment.

The Beasts of Talumh

Talumh's harsh landscape has produced equally resilient creatures.

Many possess thick hides, powerful claws, or magical adaptations that allow them to survive the realm's unforgiving terrain.

Some travel the mountain passes in herds.

Others live solitary lives among the cliffs.

Travelers are advised to observe unfamiliar creatures before approaching them.

Especially if the creature is larger than the traveler.

Especially if it has teeth.

And particularly if it appears to be smiling.

The Archives would like to emphasize that last point.

The Creatures of Oceana

Beneath the waters of Oceana lies an entirely different world.

Coral forests stretch for miles beneath the surface, providing shelter to creatures of extraordinary beauty.

Some glow in the darkness.

Some possess remarkable intelligence.

Some have been known to guide lost travelers safely toward shore.

And some have been known to do precisely the opposite.

The sea has never been particularly interested in explaining its choices.

The Iceborn

Oighear is home to creatures adapted to a world of perpetual cold.

Many have fur, feathers, scales, or magical abilities that protect them from the freezing temperatures.

Some are peaceful.

Some are territorial.

Some are nearly impossible to distinguish from the surrounding snow until they move.

The Royal Archives strongly recommend that visitors refrain from sitting on anything that appears to be a snow-covered rock.

It may not be a rock.

It may not appreciate the mistake.

The Creatures of Ifreann

Little is known about the creatures inhabiting Ifreann.

Records are scarce.

Descriptions are inconsistent.

And the few travelers who have ventured deep into the realm have rarely agreed on what they saw.

Some speak of creatures that seem to have been changed by the land itself.

Others describe shadows moving through the blackened forests.

There are even accounts of beasts that appear to vanish entirely when approached.

And dragons....lots of dragons.

The Archives cannot verify these reports.

For the moment, we consider this fortunate.

The Bond Between Fae and Beast

Not all creatures of the Underworld are wild.

For thousands of years, certain Fae have formed bonds with animals and magical creatures.

Some serve as companions.

Some assist hunters, healers, or travelers.

Others simply choose a Fae and remain with them.

The important distinction is this:

A creature cannot truly be owned.

It may choose to stay.

It may choose to leave.

And the Fae understand that the strongest bonds are those freely given.

There are stories of creatures traveling beside the same family for generations.

There are stories of animals returning to the homes of those they loved long after their original companions were gone.

And there are stories the Archives refuse to record.

Not because they are untrue.

But because some things are better left as stories told beside a fire.

A Final Word From the Archives

The Underworld is a place filled with magic.

But magic does not belong solely to the Fae.

It lives in the forests.

The mountains.

The oceans.

The snow.

The soil.

And in every creature that calls this strange world home.

So the next time you hear something moving beyond the edge of the firelight...

Do not immediately assume it is a monster.

It may simply be curious.

It may be frightened.

It may be lost.

Or...

It may have been watching you for quite some time.

Until next time,

May the King's Tree light your path,

Keeper of the Royal Archives-

Joli G. Campbell

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Series Tour: "Shenanigans," by: Gail Koger

 Hello readers and friends. Today I am featuring a series tour for Gail Koger. She plans to showcase both books in her Shenanigans Series. I hope you enjoy this post and purchase a copy of "Shenanigans," or "The Trouble With Tigers." Either way they both sound like a exciting read and I hope you will start this series today and find it binge worthy for your weekend. Happy reading everyone :).

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One psychic pet detective. 
One grumpy homicide cop. 
A million ways to cause total chaos. 

Shenanigans

Shenanigans Book 1

by: Gail Koger

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Supernatural Sleuth

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Kandi Cain inherited her Dr. Doolittle abilities from her grandmother and became a psychic pet detective. To her dismay, she just acquired the power to communicate with the spirit world, but dead people give her the willies.

Just when Kandi thought her life couldn’t get more complicated, the neighbor from hell moved in next door. The nasty guy’s name is Dutch Callaghan. How can someone so gorgeous be such a dick? Kandi could chalk some of it up to his job. Dutch is a Phoenix PD homicide cop.

Kandi’s current case is rescuing a Yorkie from a brutal dog fighting ring. Little does she know her dog napping suspect is involved in a series of brutal murders. Disguised as an elderly nun, Kandi rescues the Yorkie and, in the process, blows the hell out of Dutch’s undercover operation.

Kandi now finds herself a person of interest in her client’s murder and her sexy-as-hell, pain-in-the-butt neighbor is in hot pursuit of the Ninja Nun. Is Dutch about to slap the cuffs on? Only time will tell.

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The Trouble With Tigers

Shenanigans Book 2

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Lions and tigers and skunks, oh my! Kandi Cain’s a psychic pet detective. Her cases range from wrangling baby goats, to finding lost critters. Her current case is rescuing a lion from a Nigerian warlord. Kandi knew dressing up as a demonic clown and walking a lion down a city street would freak people out. But, wow! She didn’t expect Armageddon.

The hot as hell Detective Dutch Callaghan’s on her trail again and showing more than a professional interest. Kandi’s talents have attracted the attention of a CIA black ops agent who wants her to steal twelve endangered white tigers from a Pakistani warlord. The mission’s crucial to prevent a terrorist attack.

Wait! What? Terrorists? What had she gotten herself into? Kandi wasn’t a superhero. She couldn’t bend steel with her bare hands, and she wasn’t faster than a speeding bullet. She’s Doctor Doolittle. She talks to the animals and occasionally the dead.

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Howdy. My name is Gail Koger and once upon a time I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher. Too many years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. I took up writing science fiction romance to keep from killing people. So far, it has worked.

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The Royal Archive — Seventh Edition

Hello everyone!!

I am so grateful that so many of you have been joining me on this exciting journey with me. Whether I am exploring magical and mythical places, or I’m scaring myself silly with my own writing, it’s appreciated. Thank you.

Now on to the Archives!!

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The Royal Archives

Seventh Edition

The Magic of the Fae

"Magic is not a gift. It is a conversation between the Fae and the world around them."

—Magister Eamon, Royal Academy of Arcane Studies

To understand the Fae, one must first understand magic.

Unfortunately, this is considerably more difficult than most visitors expect.

Magic does not behave like a tool.

It cannot simply be picked up, used, and put away.

Magic is woven into the Underworld itself.

It exists in the roots of the King's Tree, in the waters surrounding Oceana, in the frozen mountains of Oighear, in the ancient forests of Scaoilte Glas, and even beneath the ash-covered soil of Ifreann.

Every realm possesses its own relationship with magic.

And every Fae possesses their own ability to interact with it.

The Gift

Most Fae are born with some connection to magic.

For some, it manifests early.

A child might make flowers bloom simply by touching them.

Another might cause water to rise from a cup without realizing what they have done.

Others may hear whispers carried through the earth or sense changes in the weather before they occur.

For some, however, magic remains quiet.

It may never awaken.

This does not make one Fae lesser than another.

The Archives would like to remind readers that magical ability has never been a reliable measure of intelligence, courage, kindness, or worth.

History has provided rather unfortunate examples of people who believed otherwise.

Elemental Affinity

Many Fae develop an affinity toward a particular form of magic.

Fire.

Water.

Earth.

Air.

Ice.

Nature.

And countless variations that do not fit neatly into any category.

Those affinities often correspond with the realm in which a Fae is raised, though this is not always the case.

A Fae born in Oighear may possess an affinity for fire.

A child from Scaoilte Glas may possess an extraordinary talent for earth magic.

The Underworld has never been particularly fond of following expectations.

The Price

There is one thing every apprentice learns before being permitted to study advanced magic:

Magic always has a cost.

The price may be exhaustion.

Pain.

Memory.

Time.

Emotion.

Or something else entirely.

The greater the magic, the greater the potential cost.

This is why the most powerful Fae are not necessarily the ones who cast the largest spells.

True mastery lies in understanding when not to use magic.

There have been countless instances throughout history where a problem could have been solved with a spell.

Unfortunately, the spell created three additional problems.

The Archives considers this an excellent argument for patience.

Healing

Healing magic deserves special mention.

Though the Fae possess remarkable abilities, healing magic has limits.

It can mend wounds.

It can ease pain.

It can repair damage caused by certain magical forces.

But it cannot make the Fae invincible.

Nor can it cure every illness.

Some ailments exist beyond the reach of even the most gifted healer.

This has been one of the more difficult truths for Fae society to accept.

Magic is powerful.

It is not all-powerful.

The Oldest Magic

There are stories of magic older than the realms themselves.

Magic that existed before kings.

Before castles.

Before the first names were written into the Royal Archives.

Some scholars believe this ancient magic is connected to the King's Tree.

Others believe the Tree is merely one manifestation of something much older.

The debate has continued for centuries.

No conclusion has been reached.

The Archives suspect this is because everyone involved enjoys arguing too much to actually settle the matter.

A Warning to Visitors

If you ever find yourself in the Underworld, remember that magic is not merely something the Fae do.

It is part of who they are.

Do not assume that a quiet Fae is powerless.

Do not assume that a powerful Fae is dangerous.

And never assume that because someone possesses magic...

They can fix everything.

Some things cannot be healed with magic.

Some things cannot be changed.

And some things...

were never meant to be touched at all.

Until next time,

May the King's Tree light your path,

The Royal Archives

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Now on Preorder: "Dark Ugly Places," by: Ashley Mansour

 Hello readers and friends. Today I am starting things off with a preorder tour that eventually turn into a new release tour for author Ashley Mansour. Right now her book "Dark Ugly Places," is on preorder until September 15th. Check out the sneak peek below to find out why you should preorder your copy today to receive it on release day without having to remember to go to the online store to purchase. You won't want to miss out on this psychological thriller slash domestic suspense novel. It might make you fall in love with a new author you never read. I hope you enjoy this post. Happy reading everyone :).

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Some wounds don’t heal. They take over.
A Beverly Hills psychological thriller about grief, female rage, fractured identity, and revenge.

Dark Ugly Places

by: Ashley Mansour

Genre: Psychological Thriller, Domestic Suspense

PROLOGUE

No one likes to be kept in the dark.

In the dark, everything is murky, even the Los Angeles sky.

But the day of Nicola’s accident, I had a pretty clear view of things. It tends to be that way—clear—when Nicola isn’t.

Nicola, Ben, and their daughter, Emmy, were walking holding hands, something the three of them hadn’t done since Emmy was a little kid. I felt the itch in Nicola’s palm, like she didn’t want to hold hands. But Emmy insisted. She was between them, arms outstretched, making that little humming sound she sometimes made when she was nervous or lost in thought. Ben walked on slightly ahead, his head down, eyes focused on the phone in his hand. I could almost hear his teeth grinding.

Up ahead, the road was clear. The sun covered everything in butter-yellow light. Crows perched in the bare-barked trees and made long, scratchy cries like a group of smokers laughing. They rustled leaves and crossed the pavement before them. But the trees were still, like the air had been sucked out of the city. Up ahead, the road was clear.

The three of them approached the corner, Emmy and Nicola chatting aimlessly. Ben narrowed his eyes and squinted at the screen as if the sky was too bright. He stepped out into the road first. Emmy, next. She skipped slightly—braids flying—and pulled her mom’s arm.

Nicola looked up and saw one of the crows overhead, its beak open, making a dreadful sound. When she looked back at the road, her gut pinged with a horrible dread she couldn’t place.

Then she—we—saw it.

From the middle distance, something large and white hurtled into view, its body glinting in the sun. Emmy screamed. Nicola tried to pull her back, but one by one, her fingers slipped out of her grasp.

It was too late.

Nicola’s body collided with the big, white thing, and in the next moment, she was airborne, tumbling through the air as if she had been taken by a tornado. Her thoughts spiraled with her, spinning out of control.

I’m going to die.

I’m going to live.

Don’t let me die.

I’m going to die.

She kept spiraling, around and around, until I stopped her with a simple suggestion: Breathe, Nicola. Breathe. We have this power, those of us who live in the darkness.

The asphalt grated her spine. It must have hurt, but Nicola did not cry. Perhaps because the air was too full of Emmy’s screams.

She rolled to her left, her left arm pinned against her chest like a piece of limp fabric. Her left leg lay stretched out before her perfectly straight, but dead. Cold. Frozen in place. She rolled to her side and saw Emmy, blood coating half of her face as though she were wearing a mask. Five feet away, Ben lay in the road unmoving, his body contorted, his face turned away.

Overhead, the stretch of blue sky angled down Beverly Boulevard and went on forever. Cars passed, some honking, others slowing to stop and help or to get a better look. Nicola grunted and heaved herself along the ground, her jaw gritting with pain. She reached for Emmy, reached for Ben.

The white body of the car stirred. A door opened. A black polished shoe emerged onto the asphalt as the driver leaned out, then disappeared again as the door shut. I heard the engine as the car started and rolled backwards, slow at first, then picking up speed until it was gone.

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Some wounds don’t heal. They fester. They whisper. They take over.

In Dark Ugly Places, trauma isn’t something you survive — it’s something that survives you.

Thirty-four-year-old Nicola Holiday loses everything in a hit-and-run: her husband dead, her body broken, her fourteen-year-old daughter Emmy forever changed. With no one held accountable, she spirals into grief, panic attacks, and financial ruin — awakening a hereditary darkness she’s spent her life trying to outrun.

That darkness has a voice now. Her name is Martha, and she aches for revenge.

As Nicola’s grip on reality loosens, Martha slips into another life — one of wealth, glamour, and moral rot. When she crosses paths with the wife of a famous actor, Nicola’s suspicions ignite.

Pulled between vengeance and annihilation, Nicola and Martha collide with a woman whose secrets may be the key to everything — or the thing that destroys them both.

Dark, provocative, and deeply unsettling — a haunting psychological portrait of female rage, obsession, and the terrifying lengths the mind will go to survive unbearable pain.

Because sometimes the most dangerous place isn’t the past. It’s inside your own head.

“A suspenseful and relentless tale of troubled Californians.” 

– Kirkus Reviews

“A tense, viciously readable psychological thriller about the violence that lurks beneath polished surfaces.”

 – BookLife Reviews

“With fast-paced thrills and gripping psychological drama, Ashley Mansour’s Dark Ugly Places serves up vengeance for morally complex characters.” - Indiereader

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Ashley Mansour writes dark, cinematic psychological suspense and domestic suspense about dangerous relationships, buried truths, and the chaos waiting beneath the surface of ordinary lives.

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The Royal Archives - Sixth Edition

Hello friends, family, my two or three fans and everyone who may have happened upon little ol' me by pure happenstance!

I'm so excited to share with everyone a couple of brief updates before we hit our next edition of the Royal Archives. But first, to those of you who may be new here, I am keeping Royal Archives for my book, The Fae Chronicles. I have goals of creating a series, which will eventually become one massive hardback, complete with these archives, letters, recipes, artwork, maps and anything and everything else that pops into my head to build massive lore around one a story that is very important to me.

Now, onto my news! Finally, The Fae Chronicles is about to have its paperback release. It's been a long time in the works, but I've finally figured a few things out and as soon as the copy is officially approved, I'll be putting it up for sale.

My other news it that Closer, my Halloween release, is now thirty-two chapters long and getting near the finish line! I still have to go back and edit it, and get the cover made, but it's very close and I absolutely anticipate it being released just in time for one of my very favorite holidays! I hope that anyone who reads it connects with the characters, and that you laugh, cry and get thoroughly creeped out. I am super excited about its release, and I hope all of you are as well.

Now, onto the archives!

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The Royal Archives

Sixth Edition

The Crown of the Underworld

"A crown does not make a ruler. It merely gives everyone something to blame when things go wrong."

—King Rowan III

There has been a crown in the Underworld for as long as anyone can remember.

Who forged the first crown remains a matter of considerable debate.

The oldest surviving records claim it was created from a branch of the original Hawthorn Tree.

Other records insist it was fashioned from silver drawn from the deepest mines of Talumh.

A dramatic account claims the crown simply appeared one morning upon the King's Tree.

The Royal Archives have classified that account as "highly questionable, but entertaining."

Regardless of its origins, the crown represents something far more important than wealth or power.

It represents responsibility.

The King

The ruler of the Underworld is not technically the ruler of every Fae who lives within it.

Each realm maintains its own customs, leaders, and traditions.

The King's responsibility is to maintain the balance between them.

This sounds considerably easier than it is.

The five realms do not always agree.

In fact, they rarely do.

Disagreements between the realms have resulted in everything from diplomatic arguments to full-scale wars throughout Fae history.

The King's role is therefore less about commanding obedience and more about preventing five very different peoples from destroying one another.

It is a difficult job.

It is also one that cannot be inherited simply because someone has royal blood.

The Royal Line

Succession within the Underworld has never followed a simple rule of eldest child becoming ruler.

The next monarch must demonstrate an understanding of the Old Laws, the five realms, and the responsibilities of the crown.

They must also receive the recognition of the Royal Council.

Bloodline matters.

But bloodline alone has never been enough.

There have been princes and princesses throughout history who were passed over despite being perfectly eligible by birth.

There have also been unexpected heirs who rose to the throne when no one believed they would.

History favors the latter.

The Royal Council

The King does not rule alone.

Representatives from each realm serve upon the Royal Council, advising the crown on matters affecting their people.

The council has occasionally been described by historians as:

"Five people who strongly disagree about everything and somehow still keep the kingdom functioning."

The Archives have chosen not to identify the historian responsible for that description.

Mostly because they were correct.

The Council is responsible for matters of trade, territorial disputes, magical law, diplomacy, and the protection of the Underworld itself.

When the realms cannot agree, the final decision belongs to the crown.

This has historically made the King's seat one of the loneliest places in the kingdom.

The Crown and the King's Tree

Perhaps the strangest royal tradition concerns the King's Tree.

Before taking the throne, every monarch must stand beneath its branches.

The crown is placed upon their heads while the kingdom watches.

No spell is spoken.

No oath is required beyond those already established by the Old Laws.

The new ruler simply stands beneath the Hawthorn.

And wait.

For what?

The Archives cannot say.

There are no written instructions regarding what should happen.

Some kings have remained beneath the tree for only a few moments.

Others have stood there for hours.

One monarch reportedly refused to speak about the experience for the remainder of his life.

Another claimed the tree whispered his name.

The Archives have never determined which account is true.

Perhaps both are.

A Final Word About Crowns

Visitors often assume that those born into royalty must live easier lives.

The Archives would like to remind such visitors that crowns are heavy.

Not physically.

Though some are.

The weight comes from knowing that every decision affects thousands of lives.

A king may command armies.

A queen may possess extraordinary magic.

A royal family may live within a magnificent castle.

But none of that makes them immune to grief, fear, betrayal, or love.

The crown does not make its wearer less Fae.

It simply gives the rest of the kingdom a reason to watch them more closely.

And perhaps...

That is the greatest burden of all.

Until next time,

May the King's Tree light your path,

Joli G. Campbell

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"Holes in the Somewhere," by: Richard R. Brown — Book Tour & Giveaway!

Hello readers and friends. Today I am finishing off my bookish Saturday with a book tour for author Richard R. Brown and his book "Holes in the Somewhere." Dive into a sneak peek and book details for this speculative fiction horror story that will captivate you from beginning to end. Purchase your copy today to find out why Richard is such a great author. Happy reading everyone :).

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Sometimes grief sneaks up on you and hunts you down. Sometimes it walks right up and punches you.

Holes in the Somewhere

by: Richard R. Brown

Genre: Speculative Fiction, Horror Stories

When he hung up, he saw the answer to his problem of Tony’s dead body. He picked Tony up and wrestled him into the wall where the blurred patch was. Pieces seemed to fall off into the wall, but that just made Tony easier to handle. He just had time to change into a clean shirt and slide the gun back under the couch before there came a soft knock on his door.

Jack wiped sweat from his forehead and opened the door. Before him stood the same little girl who held his hand twenty years ago and asked him, “Why, Daddy?” about absolutely everything. Only now she had green eyes when she used to have brown eyes.  

“Mommy says you’re my grandpa,” she said to him now. “Why is your door all bubbly and brown, Grandpa?”

Jack looked up and past his granddaughter at Mary, who was smiling anxiously at both of them.

“Hi, Daddy,” was all she said. It was enough.

Jack burst into tears, picked his granddaughter up in his left arm, and trotted down the steps to embrace his daughter with his right arm. They hugged for several moments before a muffled, “Why are you crying, Grandpa?” came from his shoulder.

Jack laughed, and put her down on the ground again. “I’m crying because I’m so happy to meet you!” he said.

“Oh. My name’s Emily, but you can call me Emmy. Why do you live by the train tracks, Grandpa?”

“Actually, Dad, I’m curious, too. This address came up as ‘Condemned.’ How is it that you live here?”  

Jack led them inside and told them his story, forcing himself to be honest about his decisions and his reasons. Recent events disappeared from his awareness as the last twenty years enveloped him. He told them about his depression and anger from the divorce, and how losing everything seduced him into giving up everything. He hadn’t wanted to try to replace what he had lost because that would be admitting that he had lost it to begin with. After a few minutes, Emmy wanted to explore, so Jack gave a tour while he talked. It only took a minute.

In the bathroom, Mary shot him an alarmed look when she saw the cracked mirror. “Oh! It was like that when I found this place. I got a new one last month. I just forgot about hanging it up.”

“Let’s do it now, Daddy. I don’t like that crack, for some reason. It creeps me out.”

They hung the new mirror while Jack entertained them with stories from his train-hopping days. Mary leaned the cracked mirror against the wall below the new one, stood up, and proclaimed, “Much better!”

Jack and Mary returned to the main room. Mary told Jack about her short, failed marriage to Emmy’s father, her job at CyberSolutions, and her academic career. “Where is Emmy?” Jack wondered aloud.

“She was fascinated by that old mirror, so I leaned it against the wall so she could look at it.”

Jack felt a moment of unease at this, but had no ready explanation for it, so he let it go. “Are you hungry, kiddo?” he asked Mary. “I’m sure Emmy probably is. Want to go to lunch?”

“Sure, but I’m pay-“Mary was interrupted by a tremendous whipcrack coming from the bathroom.

The gun!, Jack thought, and leapt to his feet as Mary called out, “Emmy?  Emmy!” They both ran into the bathroom, only to find it empty. There was nothing to hide behind, but Mary made a close search of every corner, anyway, all the while calling her daughter’s name, “Emmy! Emmeeee!”

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Holes In The Somewhere is a collection of short works, anchored by a personal memoir of the author's own experience with grief and loss after the passing of his father from cancer, by speculative fiction author Richard R. Brown.

A single mother encounters insanity in the worst possible person; an estranged parent loses his reunited family to a mysterious bathroom wall; a group of strangers come together to fight a fungal pandemic; college students prepare for the extinction of the Sun... these are a few of the challenges faced by the desperate characters in Holes In The Somewhere. The choices they make, the dilemmas they wrestle with, all have very supernatural consequences, but are felt with very human emotions.

These stories will tug at strings your heart thought were too well-hidden for anyone to know about, and cause the mind to probe the gray areas between wrong and right. Between normal and paranormal. Behind what's real and only to the side of what's unreal. A perfect mix of quick, unsettling reads, and longer, heart-wrenching escapes.

What readers are saying:

"The debut is speculative fiction in form: weird, unsettling, occasionally cosmic. But it reads less like a genre exercise than like grief that has been given permission to take unusual shapes." - Justine Castellon, Author/Reviewer

"I guarantee there is a 'gotcha' story in there for just about anybody, and if you don't find at least one that bothers you just as you're about to fall asleep, you're made of sterner stuff than I am." - Kenneth Crist, editor-in-chief, Black Petals Magazine

“These stories are weird and creepy and heart-wrenching in all the best ways. If you enjoy fiction that makes you question everything and wrecks you emotionally, this is for you!” – Valerie S., 5 star Amazon Review

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Richard R. Brown is a legally-blind author of speculative fiction, horror, and thrillers. He writes from experience, having lived through paranormal events, alien attacks, and cosmic horrors -- at least, in his mind and in the books he listens to. He and his Guide Dog live in the Pacific Northwest. Richard is between Guide Dogs at the moment as Edison retired last summer. Edison was at Richard's side through every story in his book. Richard has no such guidance for his current novel, but will likely have one for editing help.

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