Ethan Whittmore is a Captain in the Royal Marines, training men of the Nigerian Armed forces during the civil war in Biafra. When his brother Andy - a doctor in a Red Cross caravan goes missing - Ethan risks life, limb, and career to find him, dead or alive. With a little help from some friends, he embarks on a dangerous mission that will reveal the true nature of the civil war and his brother's part in it.
Canadian agent Hamilton Bahn is tangled with a very sexy assistant as he searches for a sadistic killer who has murdered four politicians and will soon kill again - if not stopped.
This is the most overpowered character you would find who started from the bottom to the top. A thrilling journey and adventure on his path of power and to the absolute peak. In this novel, the MC would always release aura of an F rank as his mojo. (This stops at the ending of the first arc) 1] He won't hold back against anyone 2] There would be no "The strong acting weak" here for any reason at all 3] There is no acting a pig to eat the tiger here 4] There is no holding back or anything.
Going to the circus is anything but fun for Michelle as she investigates a series of unexplained deaths, meets an old acquaintance from the streets, encounters the big cats up close and fights for her life against a scheming madman.
On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?
A story in the Beyond the Wall of Sleep Universe Part of Gothic Horror Challenge
New Orleans used to be a city of elegance and beauty. It's all gone now, and instead of laissez les bons temps rouler, I get the leftovers from a Cold War era gulag. Except sometimes, I see things. Hear things too. A brass band leading a funeral procession. A whiff of magnolia. The whisper of live oaks draped in Spanish moss. I don't know what's real anymore. And I can't get out.