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The Road Not Taken The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

by Susan Rubin

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This is the story of a woman who is suddenly widowed at 50. Left with money but no direction to her life, she moves back to the West Village where she grew up. She is deep in transition from suburban housewife to living in the big city with a child from whom she is emotionally detached when she meets a woman who appears to be her identical twin. The woman is in fact, a member of the Lost: a group of 100 fully formed people dropped off on earth as it cooled down – they have lived on the planet as it developed the many species and geography of today.

The Lost show her the myriad dimensions of Time and Space, taking her to mythic lands: ancient Egypt as well as very real places from the past, Weimar Germany. They show her planets without inhabitants, and introduce her to loved ones she has lost to death. Having casual affairs with Osiris of Egypt, being raped by his brother, Set, finding a lover among the Lost, she lives many truths that are new to her.They walk with her into a painting of a house in Arles and meets Vincent Van Gogh. In her friendship with “Vincent” she learns who she needs to become.

But it is her friendship with Vincent that drives her deeper into an exploration of the world. Vincent grieves for his paintings – his poetry, heartbroken to discover they have been sold to rich people for huge sums of money. Deborah (our protagonist’s new name) joins with painters of the 19th century who can make exact copies of Vincent’s paintings – the ones that sit in back bedrooms of the ultra-rich. Berthe Morisot, Monet, Matisse and Otto Dix join in the project until all of Vincent’s high jacked paintings have been recreated. Then Deborah calls on her mother, who is dead, but who was a fundraiser and organizer in her lifetime.

Together with her Lost alter ego, now called Vita, the three of them scheme successfully to steal all of Vincent’s paintings and replace them with unimpeachable copies. In the course of this process, Vincent encourages Deborah to find her own talent, and her Contract with Creation: things she has never sought. As the story unfolds, Deborah must figure out what she did with the first half of her life, why she never attached to any real study or creative endeavor, and what she can do now to walk The Road Not Taken.


The Road Not Taken

by Susan
Release date: September 4, 2020
Genre: Fiction; Humor
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1-941861-68-4


“Playwright Rubin’s debut novel is a complex story that uses science fiction as a literary device, like Vonnegut did in Slaughterhouse-Five…. Like the poem it’s named for, this story is the re-framing of Deborah’s past life in the context of her current one, a kind of coming-of-age story for a woman entering mid-life with nothing to hold her back from what she might become.”


“The compelling story, told with effortless grace, of a suburban woman driven to become a warrior, a hero, a priestess.”

Ms Magazine

“Do the creatures of Earth have enough ability to learn to be nonviolent yet still artistically creative so our planet can be saved? Only Deborah can judge. With its mishmash of Freudian theory, Egyptian mythology, self-assured characters, and meandering plot, this book is mostly for fans of New Age fiction.”

Library Journal

“An inherently and absolutely fascinating science fiction novel by an author with a genuine flair for original and the commendable ability to hold the reader’s fully entertained attention from first page to last, “The Road Not Taken” by Susan Rubin is an extraordinary treat for all dedicated science fiction fans and unreservedly recommended for community library Science Fiction collections.”

Midwest Book Review

“Susan Rubin’s The Road Not Taken offers a magical tale of transformation and joy. A pleasure to read.”

— Alicia Hoge Adams, Artistic Director, Bootleg Theater, Hollywood

“The Road Not Taken by Susan Rubin is a unique work of magical realism. It is filled with fantastic imagery, irony, and amazing ideas. This book sits next to Isabelle Allende and Neil Gaiman on my reading table. If you want to take a unique journey, filled with humor, fantastic imagery, ideas, and irony, grab a copy.”

— Luisah Teish, author, Jambalaya

In the News

Podcast: Dr. D’s Social Network talks to Susan Rubin, author of The Road Not Taken
Ms. Magazine Article: “Susan Rubin Wants More Women to Explore The Road Not Taken Interview: “In Conversation With Playwright & Novelist Susan Rubin
JB’s Bookworms Brandy Mulder Interviews Susan Rubin

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About the Author

Rubin’s writing talents range broad and deep: her Funny or Die sketches have survived to amuse readers for nearly a decade. In contrast, Rubin has written over two dozen documentaries that deal in the unfunny issues facing women worldwide: Domestic Violence, Forced Child Marriage, Untested Rape kits accumulating in police evidence rooms by the tens of thousands. In each documentary, Rubin has used her skill, empathy, and compassion to render these darkest of topics into accessible films distributed to tens of thousands of college classrooms, to educate young people about the gravity of the situation for women in the USA and worldwide.

As a playwright, Rubin has been the recipient of 20 years of Los Angeles County Arts Commission Grants and Los Angeles Cultural Affairs Department Grants. She also was honored with a six-year residency at the prestigious Los Angeles Theatre Center.

Her plays have been seen at New York Theatre Workshop, Baltimore Cen-ter Stage, and at every major 99 seat theatre in Los Angeles including co-productions with Bootleg Theatre, Circle X, Skylight Theatre to name a few. She is the recipient of Garland, Ovation and LA Weekly Awards for her plays and the critical response has been exceptional, for example:

“In its mythological themes, modernist irony and imaginative visual styling, ‘Liana and Ben’ is something of a companion piece to Circle X’s memorable 2006 production of Sarah Ruhl’s ‘Eurydice’.”

Los Angeles Times

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Clovis Clovis





The debut, eco-novel by Jack Clinton
Winner of the 2019 Best Book Award for LGBTQ Fiction


Montana NPR interviews Jack Clinton on April 19, 2018.

Workshop and book signing with Jack Clinton at the Jackson Hole Writer’s Conference, June 28, 2018; and at the Mendocino Coast Writer’s Conference. 2-4 August, 2018

Trapped in the orbit of the buttes and a black obsidian Clovis, Hanna is sure there’s nothing romantic about her hot and dusty job as an archeologist in the cultural and real desert. As she negotiates the misogyny of this no-woman’s-land, she’s on the move to evade physical and spiritual abuse at the hands of oil-field boys, and guard the damaged and angelic Paul. She’s vegetarian in a fast food wasteland and a transcendentalist who can’t quite catch the wave of nothingness. Her clan of fellow archeologists tries to keep her from harm, but everything she truly needs lies outside the aegis of their reach.

Clovis casts an eye across the vast, empty lands of the Western American basins where the endless clamor of petroleum developments rings tirelessly. Told from the point of view of a working crew of archeological contractors who labor to save endangered artifacts from the churning machinations of the CanAm gas pipeline, Clovis bears witness to the quiet environmental usurpation of American public lands.

Clinton’s novel explores the possible history of the Clovis people and their apocalyptic demise at the hands of their own elegant invention, the Clovis Point. The relevance of the eclipsed culture to the precarious balance of our own clouds the intense joys the characters feel as they navigate the wealth of the natural world.

Clinton’s novel is an artful literary response to the unutterable and largely ignored decline of our collective natural wealth. Clinton mixes a sardonic misanthropy of our own current environmental course with jubilation, and the joy of love, the celebration of the human condition, and the intense passion of being immersed in the natural world.

Clovis will continue Harvard Square Editions’ tradition of promoting fiction that furthers civil and environmental causes in a market that would rather leave such voices unheard.




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Release date: January 12, 2018
Genre: LGBT; eco-Fiction
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1-941861-53-0



Praise for Clovis


“Clinton’s novel is an artful literary response to the unutterable and largely ignored decline of our collective natural wealth. Clinton mixes a sardonic misanthropy of our own current environmental course with jubilation, and the joy of love, the celebration of the human condition, and the intense passion of being immersed in the natural world. Clovis will continue Harvard Square Editions’ tradition of promoting fiction that furthers civil and environmental causes in a market that would rather leave such voices unheard.”


“In Clovis, Jack Clinton spins a wonder-filled tale poetically rendered in the Western landscape, ripe with classic, modern-day struggles, and inhabited by characters you grow to love.”

Jackson Hole Skier Magazine

“Clovis is a lyrical tale set in the New West where the interests of oil companies clash with the need to preserve and record the artefacts left by long gone inhabitants of the land. In this novel, Hanna and her archeological compatriots are hired by CanAm Oil Company to assess the impact of an oil line on historical native sites. The complex relationships between her and her co-workers fascinate. The lush descriptions of the natural beauty she encounters are seductive. This is truly a wonderful look into the unique personality of people who choose to make a living doing field work. They are a breed apart. An excellent read that keeps you engaged from the beginning.”

Big Sky Independent Press, 4.5/5 Stars

“Clovis is a wonder of a novel that will dazzle you with its impassioned understanding of archeology, Western landscapes, and human connection. Jack Clinton’s writing about hiking and climbing and seeking solace in the outdoors is among the best I’ve ever read. In Hanna, Clinton has created an unconventional heroine for all seasons, a humane and restless seeker who can master every terrain except that of her own heart.”

—Alyson Hagy, author of Boleto


About the Author

Jack Clinton is the winner of the The Neltje Blanchan Award, for which $1,000, is given for the best poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, or script which is informed by a relationship with the natural world.

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All At Once by Alisa Clements
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All at Once

All at Once

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“Love triangles, international adventure, psychic awareness, evil plans for world domination. All At Once will not let you put it down! A beautifully rendered novel.” – Faulkner Fox, author, Dispatches from a Not-So-Perfect Life

Desperate to escape the tedium of small island life, Florian finds himself drawn to Zar, not realizing how thoroughly her unconventional spirit will challenge his beliefs. The arrival of Emily relieves some of the tension that exists between the two, but hidden agendas provide new sources of conflict as the three characters discover each other and themselves. Elsewhere in the space-time continuum, Jo, an American in Brazil, stumbles upon an anarchist theater group studying the Outernet, a plane of paranormal consciousness that functions as a global communications system. As her latent psychic talents emerge, Jo is drawn into a high-stakes battle to escape the constriction of the ego and overthrow a totalitarian consortium. All at Once constructs an Escher-like world of illusion and exquisite detail, where lost identities surface in unexpected places. The novel invites the reader to new heights of awareness by leading them nowhere and everywhere at once, blurring the boundaries between fiction and reality.

Read an excerpt of All at Once.

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Descriptions of Heaven Descriptions of Heaven

Descriptions of Heaven

Descriptions of Heaven

Descriptions of Heaven

by Randal Eldon Greene

A Indie Reader Approved title

Thursday May 18th, 2017 – Reading at Blue Cafe 1301 Pierce St, Sioux City, Iowa – 5:00 p.m. – 7:00 p.m.
Saturday April 22nd, 2017 – Barnes & Noble Book Signing, Southern Hills Mall, 4400 Sergeant Road, Sioux City, Iowa – 1:00 p.m. – 3:00 p.m.
Friday October 28th, 2016 – John R Milton Writers Conference, Muenster University Center – Rm 211/211A
On the Campus of the University of South Dakota, 8:00 a.m. – 9:30 a.m.
Randal Eldon Greene will be reading from his forthcoming novella, Descriptions of Heaven. Greene will be joined by Leslie J. Claussen, Kathryn Wohlpart, and Jen Corrigan who will also be reading selections of their fiction. A Q&A and discussion on writing will follow the readings – Register here

An linguist, a lake monster, and the looming shadow of death—news of an unknown creature in the New Bedford Lake coincides with news that Natalia’s cancer has returned.

On the shores of the lake in a strange house with many secret doors, Robert and his family must face the fact that Natalia is dying, and there is no hope this time. But they continue on; their son plays by the lakeside, Natalia paints, Robert writes, and all the while the air is thick with dust from a worldwide drought that threatens to come down and coat their little corner of green.

A lament for what is already lost and what is yet to be lost, Descriptions of Heaven leaves only one question to be asked: What’s next?


Descriptions of Heaven

by Randal Eldon Greene

Release date: November 22, 2016
Genre: Fiction
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1-941861-27-1


“Randal Eldon Greene’s novel Descriptions of Heaven is a courageous and unflinching story about the mystery at the center of human life—death—and the stories we tell to make sense of its brutal reality…. This is an accomplished work. Greene has addressed a great deal of material in a short space. His story is physically minimal while his prose, and the ideas and situations it conveys, are expansive….a thoughtful and emotional novel that examines with intelligence and compassion the deepest levels of human suffering and loss.”

Colorado Review

“Some authors tell great stories with drab prose, and some have striking prose, but no real story. Greene nails both.”

Unbroken Journal

“Descriptions of Heaven is an admirable sort of quietly suspenseful literary novel; its prose flows without awkwardness, and heartrending gothic secrets are revealed in due course as the philosophical narrative unfolds.”

—Kevin Polman, author of The Extra Key

“From the very first pages, I saw the lives of these characters like a shattering mirror. All those details which make everyday life normal will be torn apart in front of the characters, leaving them unable to do anything but wait for that final dreaded moment and afterwards try to move on.”


“I loved the author’s prose and his style in general. Greene makes poetry of his prose and commands the page. For that reason alone, it was a joy to read.”

The Underground

“Let yourself get involved, and you may be pulled in by the linguist’s efforts to use the tools of his craft—words—as aids in his search for answers to his son’s (and his own) questions about why Natalia is dying and where she is going.”


“What’s surprised me is how such a short book has left lasting thoughts. Greene’s use of words has evoked such vivid images and thoughts that I find I’m contemplating life and death myself. An interesting and thought-provoking read.”

Happymeerkatreviews, C.

Articles by Randal Eldon Greene

“If My Book”


About the Author

Randal Eldon Greene’s short fiction has appeared in VLP Magazine, 34thParallel, as|peers, Unbroken Journal, NPR online, and elsewhere. Greene holds a degree in English and Anthropology from the University of South Dakota. He is a volunteer judge of fiction for Heart & Mind Zine and works full time as a seeing eye human for his blind dog, Missy. Greene lives in Sioux City, Iowa. His typos are tweeted @authorgreene and his website is found at

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Sazzae Sazzae



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Fantastic praise for

J. L. Morin’s twice award-winning novel


“Japanese myth beautifully percolates into the lives of the three young people.”

The Harvard Independent

“Step into Sazzae and embark on an ethereal journey of lyrical imagery, manga-esque twists and turns, and intriguing characters at once both fanciful and engaging.”

— Alex Sanchez, Author of Rainbow Boys and Bait

“Morin’s wit can be delicious. Her Tokyo actuality puts Morin several cuts above contemporary American novelists who bash Japan.”

Canberra Times

“Her most delightful descriptions are of the intrigues in the personal lives of the protagonists.”

The Harvard Crimson

“Like opening an expensive box of chocolates.”

Sini Cedercreutz


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Winner of the eLit Gold medal, Sazzae opens the door to a wondrous cityscape where Japanese and American youth find each other in Tokyo. Discover the machinations of a lovers’ triangle, a painter’s inspiration, and an Untouchable’s dark secret through sensuous and evocative language. The pain and pleasures of Japan are remembered with lyric passion. Gold medalist in the 2010 eLit Book Awards and winner of a Living Now Book Award. J.L. Morin started writing Sazzae as a creative thesis at Harvard and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2011.


Excerpt of Sazzae, published in the Harvard Yisei Magazine

and as a novel.

© J.L. Morin


Shintaro’s bronze fist rose to the large metal 43. His fingers opened slowly, touched the numbers. Cold. He knocked.

“Just a minute,” came the voice from inside.

Shintaro straightened his jacket, realized he was smoking, put out the cigarette on the bottom of his shoe, and stuffed the butt into his pocket. The door opened.

“Hi,” Lois said. “What a surprise.”

Shintaro looked at his shoes.

“Um, how was the audition?” she quickly asked.

“The audition? Yes. I . . . blew it.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Are you sure?”

“Yes. I forgot the song.”

“Damn. You probably didn’t have time to learn it.”

“No. I didn’t sing that song. I sang ‘Strangers in the Night’.”

“You did?”


“Oh. Well. Come in.” She smiled and opened the door.

He followed her, not knowing what else to do. She looked especially nice today. He liked her best in her work clothes. She said she never wore skirts unless she had to. He wanted to say something about how pretty her sweater was or how nice she looked in a skirt, but all he could manage was, “Oh, you got a run.”

“Yeah, those subways. You know, so many people stepped on my feet. I think today is the record. I had to change stockings three times, and I was fifteen minutes late for work . . . .” The run started under her shoe and ended somewhere above her hemline.

Shintaro began untying his shoes.

“No, no, keep your shoes on. I’ve decided this is an American apartment. The floor’s dirty. Never mind. Come on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s O.K. The floor is very dirty.”


“It’s tea time. I’ll make some tea.”

“Thank you.”

Lois went off to the kitchen. Shintaro walked around the apartment in his shoes. There was really nothing to it. Large space, large windows, nothing on the walls except a black painting with Lois’s name on the bottom. He stared at this.

Lois returned with two cups and a pot of tea. “Oh. Don’t look at that.”

“Sorry I wasn’t . . . . Why?”

“It’s no good.”

“Is it yours? I mean, did you?”

“Yes, I painted it.”

“It’s . . . what is it?”

“Some people who . . . have a lot of trouble keeping their feet on the ground.”

“They lives in the Floating World.”

“They live.”

“They live.”

“Yes,” she said. She sat on the couch and poured the tea. “I thought your generation didn’t know about that stuff.”

“Yes. But my grandfather love that stuff.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“I don’t remember, just you can leave the Floating world by . . . medi —”


“Yes. Meditation.”

“Or death?”

“Yes. But that’s not . . .”



“What else does he say?”

“He think Japan is under the ‘Curse of the Green Snake.’ It’s Mishima. My grandfather likes the military.”

“And what is the ‘Curse of the Green Snake’?”

“I don’t know that word in English.”

She handed him the dictionary. Shintaro sat down, took a sip of tea, and flipped through the pages. “The theory or doctrine that ‘p’ ‘h’ ‘y’ ‘s’ ‘i’ ‘c’ ‘a’ ‘l’. What’s that?”

“Physical.” She tried to touch his chest, but he turned away.

“Physical well-being and worldly possessions con . . . constitute the greatest good and highest value in life. That’s ‘materialism’.”

“Hm. Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re not going to become a teen idol.”

“Yes, my grandfather must think so.”

“Does he know?”

“Yes, he discovered it today. But he doesn’t know I failed at the audition.”

“You didn’t tell him until today?”

“A kind of.”

“Why not. I mean, I don’t really think he’d be that angry considering that it’s the only way to become a singer in Japan.”

Shintaro took a sip of tea. He was blushing. “Yes,” he said, and said no more.

Lois leaned forward over the table. “Well why then?”

“It’s very difficult,” Shintaro said.

“Fine. I like difficult things.”

“You can’t understand it.”

“Come on, that’s not fair; you’re not trying.” She set her cup loudly down on the table.

Now Shintaro almost wished he hadn’t come, was about to make an excuse to leave. His hand reached for the dictionary instead. After looking up a couple of words, he closed the dictionary, put it down on the table, and repeated something a few times under his breath.

“What?” Lois said.

“American people are free to invent his own past.”

Lois thought about that for a minute. “So?”

“So, Japanese are not.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Told you,” he said.

There were certain things she wished she’d never taught him. “Come on.” She sighed, drew back her hair and tried again. “That’s too vague. You have to apply it.”

Shintaro picked up the dictionary. He looked up ‘vague,’ and ‘apply.’ “‘Apply’ is like ‘plactical’?”


“I see.” His eyes drifted from the page to his fingertips, and followed the bones of his fingers up to his wrist. Three o’clock, his watch read. He lifted it to his face. “It’s late. I better go.” Shintaro stood up.

“Wait a minute,” Lois said.

Her eyes were big and deep.

“How are we supposed to be friends if you don’t trust me?” she asked. “Friends trust each other.”

Shintaro opened the dictionary again. Trust: firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing; confident belief; faith. Reliance on something in the future; hope. To have confidence in. To believe . . . . He closed the dictionary, was silent for a long time.

The telephone rang, one, two, three . . . eleven times. Shintaro looked up at Lois to see if she was going to answer it, but she just stared at Shintaro.

“O.K., I trust you don’t tell ANYONE. Even Maximilian.” Shintaro’s breathing was hard.

“I promise,” she said.

“Because I never told anyone. Not even Japanese, or Maximilian. You promise?”

“I said I promised. Don’t you believe me?”

“But this is real. No jokes.”

“I’m not joking.”

“O.K., well . . . .” He drained his cup. “Can I have some more tea please?”

She poured him another cup.

“A long time ago, before the Tokugawa Emperors of Japan — do you know about them?”

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Those were the emperor who kept the peace for hundreds of years. But before them even was a —” He looked up a few words in the dictionary, “a class of people called . . . burakumin.” Shintaro took a deep breath. He was surprised at himself for saying that word. “Do you know what that mean?”


“Oh.” Relief. He could still leave and be safe. The words forced their way to the surface: “That mean . . .” He looked into the dictionary. “. . . that mean ‘untouchable’.” He fell silent. His hands were shaking.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Don’t you see? ‘Untouchable’ is the worst thing in the world. No one can discover that.”

“You mean your family was untouchable?”

“I mean ‘was’ and ‘is’, are the same in Japan. ‘Untouchable’ is dirty, not clean, like animals, people thinks.” Now he was shaking uncontrollably all over. “I am untouchable. That’s what I mean. I AM UNTOUCHABLE.” He turned his back to her.

Lois set down her tea cup, walked over to him. “Come on, that must have been so long ago. You are beautiful. Those silly superstitions don’t apply to you.” She put her arms around his shoulders.

He started, pushed her away. “Don’t touch!” he said.

“Look, I don’t believe those things. They’re not true.”

“No, you will be dirty.”

“I’m already dirty,” she said, stepping in front of him.

“This is not a joke.” He turned away again.

Her voice was small. She said, “Let me hug you.”

Shintaro stared at his feet. She pulled him close, wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him hard.

He stood frozen. The thin white arms finally around him. And she might as well be getting her feet stepped on in the subway as he lay in his futon. Might as well be teaching his English class. Or flirting with Maximilian. “You don’t understand,” he whispered. She might as well be in America.

“No, you don’t,” she said, and laughed, still holding him tight against her breast.

He did not cry.

The phone rang again. “Answer it,” he said.

Lois answered it. “Hi Maximilian . . . . Yeah, I heard it didn’t go so well . . . . Really? That’s great! . . . . No, no, he’s here. Yeah. I’ll let you talk to him. Just a minute.” She set down the receiver. “Shintaro, Maximilian is on the phone.”

“I . . . don’t want to talk.” He turned his face to the window.

“Just for a second? He has some news.”


“Please?” She handed him the receiver.

“Hello what.”

“Sorry,” Maximilian said.

Shintaro held his breath.

“SORRY!” Maximilian said. “I didn’t know about the photos. It was Masami’s little prank. I guess he took it too far.”

Shintaro listened.

“I don’t want to argue with you. There’d be no one on my side. Look, Masami gave those photos back to Kato. He’ll tell you. Kato said he wants you anyway. Are you listening?”


“You’re supposed to go to his office on Tuesday. I gave Lois the address. Got it?”

“I understand what you said.”

“Well are you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“I know how you feel. I really am sorry. I don’t know what Masami could have been thinking. O.K.?”

Shintaro exhaled.

“Well, put Lois on.”

Shintaro watched Lois take the phone, heard Maximilian’s voice, “Is he going to do it?”

“What?” Lois asked.

“Be a teen idol.”

“How should I know? They have to offer it to him first.”

“They will. I’m gonna give them a great stock tip. What they’re going to make on fish stock will cover the cost of promoting ‘Tomorrow’.” Although Maximilian didn’t like giving away his best stock tip, the idea of Shintaro failing the audition was unacceptable. He deserved to succeed, and Maximilian had to make sure it happened. Once the boy had the deal under his belt and had built up a little self-confidence, things would be different. They would both be comfortable, and then they’d see how they felt. “Come on. I know he talks to you. Is he going to accept? What’s going on with him? Tell me the truth.”

Shintaro slipped through the apartment door. He walked down the street humming the hunt song quietly to himself.

Shintaro sang, and lo! the falcon, as it burrowed into the snow. They sang the falcon hunt song as they marched back down the trail to their village. The untouchables. They hung the game on the pole at the center of the houses. The ancestor warmed himself by the fire pit. They told stories. It seemed a young girl had saved the life of a samurai with a blade of grass. When it was the ancestor’s turn, he simply unfolded his wonderful sash. The hunters stared. He hung it on the pole with the shiny falcons. What luck. They sang. As if it were alive, the purple sash flew with the singsong on the wind. Its silken skin captured the red and orange fire in its coolness, like the hottest of flames, like a tongue, like a flag hailing the great cause of the world. Indeed, there were many spirits hovering beyond the halo of fire, and as their number increased, the youths felt their boundlessness. It was the day of remembering dead souls. The sash fluttered triumphantly as if heralding a long-forgotten spirit. The men fell silent. Such a sash could only belong to royalty, and was not for them. Each knew the others’ fear. They could answer only with their own, and disbursed. Shintaro sang in a low voice as he walked along.

Autumn was something Shintaro knew, with its golden leaves. Autumn made Shintaro feel he should be back at school. He was wearing his burgundy sweater. He had told her. He got out of the station and rode his moped along the country road under a tunnel of trees with a feeling of enormous well-being. He felt for the first time that no matter what happened, he would be all right. His bike dipped into a puddle. He splashed the leaves on the roadside. He rode on into the sunshine past a field. He felt extraordinarily safe, with such a high level of ki, that he wondered if the energy had gathered around him because of some impending danger. But why shouldn’t he be all right? He knew he was not alone. He felt a presence, and expected to see his ancestor when he looked into the mirror on his handlebars. No one, of course. He vaguely wondered what was going to happen next, but he felt so reassured by the presence that he didn’t question it. He was already on the road. The trip would be long. He came to the end of the woods, and turned off the dirt road and onto a main road. When he arrived at the house, the angel had gone. yin yang

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Rajani Kanth
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Rajani Kanth

Rajani Kanth

Rajani Kanth, author, has held affiliations with some of the most prestigious universities in the world. He has also served as an advisor to the United Nations. He is the author/editor of several academic works in political economy and culture-critique, is a novelist and poet, and has also scribed several screenplays. He is, presently a visiting fellow at Harvard University, and permanent trustee of the World Peace Congress.

He takes a keen interest in human wellbeing, women’s issues, peace, and environmental sustainability. His most current academic work, in belles-lettres format, is The Post-Human Society. He has also published a book of poetry and a self-help work on nutrition and health. Hailing from India, he is a US citizen: and lives, for the most part, in solitary unconfinement in the scenic, if stark, foothills of the Wasatch Front in Utah.


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A Face in the Sky A Face in the Sky

A Face in the Sky

A Face in the Sky

A Face in the Sky


Who would’ve thought that doomsday could be so much fun? Though the characters in Greg Jenkins’s new novel A Face in the Sky may not always enjoy what happens, readers certainly will.

An apocalyptic tale with literary flair, A Face in the Sky delivers a leavening dose of dark, irreverent humor. Among the characters are a befuddled business professor, a retired (and roguish) major league baseball player, an adult film actress, and a playwright who aspires to being a terrorist. In unique ways, each of them must confront what may be the end of the world.


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Release date: October 4, 2016
Genre: Apocalyptic Suspense
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1-941861-14-1

“A Face in the Sky easily fits in with the best books I’ve read in the past few years. I strongly recommend it to you.”

Mensa Bulletin

About the Author

Jenkins has written four books.  His first, Stanley Kubrick and the Art of Adaptation, is a study of the famed film director. Next came Night Game, a collection of short fiction, which was praised in the New York Times for its “vivid set of major characters (James Joyce and Mickey Mantle among them) and an even more memorable group of antagonists.” Then came the rollicking novel Code Green, which deals with the misadventures of a psychiatric nurse.

Apart from his books, Jenkins has contributed some 50 short stories to various literary journals such as Prairie Schooner, North Dakota Quarterly, Café Irreal, Red Rock Review, Tampa Review, Sou’wester, South Dakota Review, American Literary Review, and Prism International. He has also had five plays produced. His creative work has earned him numerous accolades, including three Individual Artist Awards from the State of Maryland. For the past two decades he has served as Professor of English at Garrett College. A member of American Mensa, he is married and lives in western Maryland.

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Augments of Change Augments of Change

Augments of Change

Augments of Change

Augments of Change
by Kelvin Christopher James


Kelvin Christopher James gives a glimpse of the deterioration of world affairs and climatic conditions through the lives of a few people: a diverse group of billionaires, a family of southern Rednecks, a Black lawyer, an attractive female manipulator, and a trio of teenagers. Their voices tell this rollicking, rambunctious tale of contemporary circumstances gone awry—of the consequence of rich peoples’ greed and selfishness; of a scrambling Missouri family forced from their homestead as a result of fracking that moves to New York where they have to adjust and acquire new ways of living; of the enormous influence of billionaire visions; and of the subtle workings of women’s soft power to make ‘things’ better.

Then just when Change takes a positive stance, there comes an invasive force from deep space! Not the big-headed, odd-colored, funny-eyed creatures of our comic-booked expectations, but . . .

Aha! Not so fast. Telling would be messing with well-deserved anticipation, wouldn’t it?

After the space invaders, the exciting action only kicks up another notch. So be in good cheer, for all of it in fluid prose, Augments of Change offers up romance, adventure, thrills of gain, pain of loss, horror and rare beauty, true science practice and actual innovation, breathless speculations, and always, terrific entertainment.

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Augments of Change

by Kelvin Christopher James
Release date: June 15, 2016
Genre: cli-fi, Suspense
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1-941861-16-5

“With this novel, Kelvin Christopher James enters the world of cli-fi and touches on themes that, post-COP21’s climate talks in Paris in late 2015, are current and vital.”

—Dan Bloom, editor, The Cli-Fi Report

“Augments of Change weaves a narrative which predicts the problems of our lifestyle on the environment and society, and offers solutions, which don’t always get the attention they deserve. As a science teacher, I find what-ifs? a fascinating entry point to start the multitude of consequences that are actions may and already do have.

—David Sadoff, 7th grade The Way Things Work Teacher @ Quest 2 Learn

Praise for Kelvin’s Jumping Ship and Other Stories:

“A warm and gifted raconteur.”

New York Times

Praise for A Fling for a Demon Lover:

“James (Fling with a Demon Lover) turns a love letter to Trinidad into this stylish literary novel filled with sensuous prose and colorful setting.”

Publishers Weekly

Praise for Secrets, A novel:

“Incantatory . . . the finest novel to come out of the Caribbean
experience since V.S. Naipaul’s A House for Mr. Biswas.”

—Washington Post

“James (Secrets; A Fling with a Demon Lover) introduces readers to the crazy quilt of ethnicities, cultures, and religions that make up the island of Trinidad. He writes in a Trinidadian lilt that is catchy, charming, and much like calypso. Following Vivion around New York is like trying to do the limbo. How low can he go without hitting the ground? And observing the group of smart capable women who keep Vivion on track is a salute to feminism at its most delightful. This is a romance with life well worth reading.”

Library Journal, Andrea Kempf

Kelvin Christopher James

About the Author


Kelvin Christopher James has been the recipient of a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship in Fiction and a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Literature. He is the critically-acclaimed author of five novels: Secrets, a Novel (Villard & Vintage & KDP Indie), Fling with a Demon Lover (HarperCollins & KDP Indie), The Sorcerer’s Drum, Web of Freedom, Mooch, the Meek (KDP Indies), and short story collections Jumping Ship and other stories (Villard & KDP Indie), City Lives, Crazy Loves, Backcountry Tales (KDP Indies).

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Travelling Light Travelling Light

Travelling Light

Travelling Light

USA Best Book Award finalist, TRAVELLING LIGHT

by JL Morin, award-winning author of Sazzae

“This drama is captivating. It richly por-trays the texture of today’s libertine Europe and the dehumanizing, violent traffic in women and girls as sex commodities.”

MSFS Chair for International Relations,
Georgetown University, and Former U.S.
Ambassador to Combat Trafficking in Persons


“Morin’s Mackenzie is a vivid and vivacious protagonist, judiciously aware of the power of her sexuality and fully in charge of it. The voice sparkles.”

— Don Tingle

“Full of laser-sharp wit and hilarity, J. L. Morin will capture your imagination with this exciting page-turner.”

— Beverly Jurenko, Mother, Wife, and
Award-Winning Entrepreneur



“The author admirably dramatizes this, using an intelligent everywoman, who sees the origins in the jealous and depersonalization of her own marriage.”

Not Another Book Review


“It’s a bit of humor, chick lit, history, creative nonfiction and detective story rolled into one.”

— Judith Smith


27 Millions Slaves Travelling Light or Praying for Freedom?

With slavery set to overtake the drug trafficking industry, the novel TRAVELLING LIGHT could not be timelier. J. L. Morin, nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2011, uses her talents as a novelist to explore the contradictory reality of slavery flourishing in a tourist paradise . . . the Mediterranean island Styxos.

Mac, a naïve but driven archaeologist comes to live on Styxos with her husband and children and soon realizes that she has given up more than just a familiar way of life: She has lost the anchor of a civilization whose values she had taken for granted.

The price of paradise on Styxos is high. Mac’s husband soon reverts to the male stereotype of his homeland, and she is left adrift in an insular world of women, struggling to maintain her autonomy and a nurturing home for her children. The dreams of paradise Mac had entertained rapidly dissolve after the body of a sex slave is found in a hotel swimming pool during a highbrow investors’ gala. Using her archaeologist’s gift for unraveling ancient mystery, Mac begins an investigation that will take her to the deepest levels of myth and tradition, where international politics meets greed and corruption.

In TRAVELLING LIGHT, readers discover Styxos, the newest EU accession state, head over heels in modernization as investment pours in. Mac finds herself trapped on the lowest level of society, with her husband slipping away, unable to leave without her children. She befriends Farouk, a French businessman derailed from his ensuing marriage when he is implicated in the murder of the sex slave.

As Mac uncovers the harsh reality of sex trafficking on the island, her marriage comes to a crisis, and she must escape or fall victim to the trafficking ring. Her uncommon partnership with Farouk evolves from infatuation to a friendship more liberating than romance.

When J. L. Morin reveals the gates to hell on the fictitious island of Styxos, she also sheds a harsh light on the secret plight of victims sucked into the slave trade. With 27 million actual slaves worldwide in 2011, Morin’s fiction becomes all too real.

Many westerners assume we are progressing with freedom and equality. Not so, says Morin. The fact is, there are more slaves on earth today than at any time in human history and at least twice as many as there were at the height of the trans-Atlantic slave trade that peaked at 80,000

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