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The mind of Roland Yeomans is a wonder-filled carnival of delight and terror that stretches from the mysterious forests found bordering civilization to the coldest reaches of alien dimensions. Yet all his work is united by one common thread: a vivid and profound understanding of the vast sea of emotions that bring strength and mythic resonance to our frail species. Roland Yeomans' characters may find themselves anywhere and anywhen.

From the undead halls of power in colonial Washington, D.C., to the bloody plains of India, to the mystery-shrouded deserts of Egypt, Texas Ranger Captain Samuel McCord is spoken of in whispers lest he take notice of the speakers. Follow his cursed footsteps from 1826 and the death bed of President John Adams to the blood-stained hills and ravines of 1857 India. And finally to 1895 Cairo and the far deserts wastes of Egypt.

There are dragons in all of our lives. Sometimes the dragons are real. Learn about the two dragons in young Samuel Clemens's life. It is the Barbary Coast of San Francisco in 1851. An undead Texas Ranger is there to find the murderer of the publisher of the San Francisco Herald. Sixteen-year-old Sammy Clemens is there to secure his first job as cub reporter to the same newspaper.

Victor Standish. Some call him the young Indiana Jones of New Orleans. Others call him the teen Ulysses of the French Quarter. The undead and worse spit his name as if it were a curse. Their cornered victims breathe the name as if it were a prayer. Discover Victor's childhood crucible of zombies and betrayal in Detroit that forged him into the legend he is. Watch Alice and Victor go to the New Orleans of 1834 to save the Crescent City of the present.

If you are desperate enough, terrified enough, there is a jazz club in the French Quarter of New Orleans where you might find help. Might. You might also find Rind, the Angelus of Death, already waiting for you. Meilori's is that kind of club. Its owner, Samuel McCord, is that kind of man. The man with the blood of Death in his veins, who finds some small measure of peace in easing the pains of others, though he cannot ease his own.

A ship lost in the Bermuda Triangle. Nearly half of its passengers the living dead or something even worse. One Texas Ranger on a hunt for a mysterious killer now must protect the living against... Revenants (the truth behind the myth of vampires), Kali's nymphs (flesh-eating insects), Kali herself, the Amal (living shadows who drain men of their life force), Coyote (Native American trickster and chaos bringer), The Gahe (soul-drinking demons of Apache myth).

Come. The ghosts of those masters are standing upon the last edge of reality. Listen to their fading voices. They wait with the last vestiges of their souls to teach you. Now, before it is too late. Listen to Ghost Writers in the Sky. Learn from the ghosts of the true masters of writing. And as an added bonus, you will laugh along the way. Part ghost story, all manual on how to improve your writing, Ghost Writers in the Sky will leave you a better writer.

What if? Why not? Could it be? These are the eternal questions. In a Time that could have been but wasn't, yet might still be, a young bear cub wanders a strange valley where all the myths of the world are very real... and very deadly. In this timeless fable, the small cub evokes the largest of themes - hope and belonging, desire and compassion - with the lightness of a moonbeam's touch.

Against the backdrop of Katrina's aftermath, an agnostic jazz club owner and his best friend, a haunted priest, engage enemies in the shadows that challenge both their belief systems. But there are two things not in doubt: their deep friendship for one another and the dark threat given license to kill by the absence of the police.

The 2012 Apocalypse happened ... just not in the way anyone expected. How have we not noticed? Simple: civilized man has lost touch with himself. How then can he expect to be in touch with the world he smothers in a crypt of concrete and steel? Only Wolf Howl, a Native American whose spiritual center is still intact, notices the change. But that same spirituality and the power derived from it has made the last Lakota shaman a hunted man.

The time has come to listen to echoes from our land... the wisdom and teachings of the mountains, streams, and woods. Their words are simple and their voices are soft. We have not heard them, because we have not taken the time to listen. We have been too busy smothering them in crypts of concrete and steel.

When we think evolution, we think of the life forms we can see. But what if evolution should occur on the microscopic level? What if red blood cells achieved intelligence? Would they be happy at the world in which they find themselves? And if they didn't, what might they do? In this story intelligent blood is starting an offensive against Man. One lone telepath finds himself a helpless spectator as the race of Man is subjugated into mindless drones.

Everyone knows how the world will end. Everyone is wrong. "Sometimes to fight for the Light, you have to do it in the dark." Victor Standish. The trouble with one of the undead loving a mortal is that it always ends...with the death of the mortal. And so Alice Wentworth has lost Victor Standish. Or has she? Is that his shade she keeps seeing at St. Marrok's?