My hand is cramping, but I am almost finished. The dead are quiet right now. Quiet as in, not scratching, not trying to get in. #Zombie #Horror #Kindle #Amazon
Zero Zero
As the clock ticks down for our planet and her inhabitants, powers that have lain dormant for centuries are loosed on the Earth. #Horror #Kindle #Amazon #Biblical #Christian #Fiction
Star Dancer
Michael Watson is the captain of an inner galaxy cruiser: He Purchased Star Dancer and has spent the last twenty years running people and supplies to outposts within the confines of the Solar System… #SciFi #StarTravel #DellSweet
Her mother… Jaquan couldn’t find her mother. The frantic searching only intensified the growing terror. The air filled with the stench of blood and the chilling metallic tang of death. The Cro-Magnons, with their superior weaponry and seemingly ruthless efficiency, moved like a tide of destruction, their spears flashing in the darkness. They were taller, leaner, and faster. Their weapons were more advanced; longer spears, sharper flint blades – weapons that seemed designed for efficient killing. The Neanderthals, while possessing immense strength, struggled against the Cro-Magnons’ relentless assault and superior strategy. Their close-quarters fighting style, which had served them so well for generations, was overwhelmed by the range and precision of the Cro-Magnon spears.
The sounds of the attack were horrifying – the sickening thud of bodies hitting the cave floor, the sharp crack of bone, the choked gasps for air, the desperate cries for help. Jaquan pressed herself against the cold cave wall, her small body trembling violently. She watched, helpless and terrified, as her world crumbled around her.
The fight was short, brutal, and utterly one-sided. Within minutes, the struggle ceased. The cave, moments ago alive with the sounds of fighting and fear, fell silent, an unnatural stillness settling over the scene. Only the crackling of the dying fire and Jaquan’s ragged breathing disturbed the heavy silence. The smell of blood hung thick in the air, a suffocating blanket that clung to her nostrils and choked her lungs…
A young Neanderthal girl is orphaned in a brutal attack and left to survive on her own. This is her story of how she survived, set on the European continent 45,000 years ago…
In the ancient past a cro magnon girl child was born and promised in marriage to a distant related tribe. She has come of age, sixteen and will now be escorted across several hundred miles of wilderness to her soon to be mate in the distant tribe.. Hunters and a medicine woman will accompany her. Once there she will begin her new life and face whatever lies ahead for them…
The early morning hours were a symphony of tearful goodbyes. Her father, Torvin, pressed a sharpened flint knife into her hand, his rough touch a silent vow of protection, a final extension of his guardianship. Her mother clung to her, her body trembling, whispering prayers to the spirits of the sky and the earth, her voice a fragile thread against the encroaching dawn. And then there was Anya, her younger sister, who pressed the small, intricately woven charm into Elara’s palm, a tangible symbol of their unbreakable sisterhood, a silent plea for remembrance and for safety. These moments of profound, genuine affection and heart-wrenching sorrow served as a bittersweet counterpoint to the cold, political necessity of her journey. They were stark reminders of the deep, personal cost of the alliance being forged, not through love or shared desire, but through the life of one young woman.
Before the small caravan began its solemn march, Lyra drew Elara aside, her ancient eyes holding a universe of understanding. She presented Elara with a worn leather pouch, its surface softened by years of use. Inside, nestled amongst dried leaves and carefully tied bundles, were an assortment of herbs, each meticulously labeled by scent and touch, a testament to Lyra’s profound knowledge. “Remember, child,” Lyra’s voice rasped, ancient and steady as the mountains themselves, “the greatest strength lies not in the sharpness of the spear, nor the swiftness of the chase, but in the resilience of the spirit. Observe, learn, and always, always trust your instincts. The earth speaks to those who listen, and its wisdom will guide you through the darkest of times.” This final exchange, a precious legacy of wisdom, emphasized the profound importance of inner resources, the enduring power of knowledge passed down through generations of women, a silent promise of guidance even in the face of overwhelming external pressures.
Accompanying Elara on this arduous journey were two of her clan’s most seasoned hunters. Kael, a man whose silence was as vast and deep as the plains they would traverse, his presence a constant, imposing sentinel. And Roric, younger, quicker, with a scar etched across his brow that spoke of past dangers faced and survived. Kael’s role was paramount; he was to be Elara’s primary guide, her unwavering protector, a guardian whose vigilance was said to be unmatched. He rarely spoke, his focus entirely on the intricate tapestry of the terrain, on the unseen threats that lurked in the shadows. His quiet intensity, the unwavering focus in his steely gaze, was a constant reminder of the wildness that lay before them, a stark testament to the seriousness and inherent dangers of the undertaking.
In the heart of the vast and shimmering Pacific Ocean, three young ship boys, each no more than a few years past their childhood, found themselves cast away on a breathtakingly beautiful tropical island. This was no ordinary place; it was a lush paradise adorned with vibrant flora and fauna, where the warm sun kissed the golden sands and the gentle waves whispered secrets of the sea. Yet, beneath this idyllic exterior lay the harsh reality of survival in the 17th century, a time when the world was still largely unexplored and filled with both wonder and danger. #HistoricalFiction #SeaAdventure #DellSweet #KU #Kindle #Readers #BookLovers #Paperback
In the ancient past, a cro magnon girl child was born and promised in marriage to a distant related tribe. She has come of age, sixteen and will now be escorted across several hundred miles of wilderness to her soon to be mate in the distant tribe.. Hunters and a medicine woman will accompany her. Once there she will begin her new life and face whatever lies ahead for them… #Prehistoric #CavePeoples #CroMagnon #Readers #HistoricalFiction
A young Neanderthal girl is orphaned in a brutal attack and left to survive on her own. This is her story of how she survived, set on the European continent 45,000 years ago… #Readers #BookLovers #BookWorms #HistoricalFiction #DellSweet #Neanderthal
The ancient clan in prehistoric Europe, 85,000 years ago, faced a devastating attack that forced them out of their high stone shelter. With many losses, particularly among the young and elderly, they realized the crucial role fire played in their survival. The strongest members of the clan took charge and decided to send out hunters to retrieve fire from a new source, while the rest of the clan remained behind, anxiously awaiting the return of their life-sustaining flame…
The Demise of Fire
The Clan hurriedly escaped through the treacherous night. Overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion, they felt defeated in the face of catastrophe: the Fire had perished. They had diligently tended to the glowing embers within three enclosures ever since the Fire had initially brought the Clan together as a community. The Fire had united them with its comforting warmth and safeguarding presence. Vigilantly, four women and two warriors nourished the flickering flames day and night.
Even during the bleakest moments, they cherished the flame, providing it with whatever it required to sustain itself.
The ancient clan in prehistoric Europe, 85,000 years ago, faced a devastating attack that forced them out of their high stone shelter. With many losses, particularly among the young and elderly, they realized the crucial role fire played in their survival. The strongest members of the clan took charge and decided to send out hunters to retrieve fire from a new source, while the rest of the clan remained behind, anxiously awaiting the return of their life-sustaining flame… #Readers #Prehistoric #Paleolithic #Booklovers #Bookworms #Archaic #Neanderthal #Denisovan #CroMagnon
