Elara, a twelve-year-old blacksmith’s daughter, discovers her latent power to tame dragons after a desperate battle with Dragonia, a fearsome black-scaled beast threatening her village, Valerion. Guided by Lady Janely, a wise elder with a mysterious past, Elara learns to harness her abilities, forge an unbreakable bond with Dragonia, and lead a daring mission to save her people from an encroaching dark force and beyond to explore the Hitherlands and the Yonderlands… #YA #Dragons #Fantasy #Drama #Epic
The city sprawled beneath him, a glittering tapestry woven with threads of ambition and illuminated by a million indifferent stars. From the aerie of his penthouse, high above the cacophony of the streets, Vinny LaRosa surveyed his kingdom. It wasn’t a kingdom of stone and mortar, but of shadow and influence, a sprawling, illicit empire that pulsed with a life of its own. The lights weren’t just streetlamps and neon signs; they were signals, markers of territories controlled, deals brokered, and lives manipulated. Each flicker was a testament to his reach, a silent acknowledgment of the power he wielded. This was the zenith, the apex of his ascent, a plateau of opulence built on a foundation of calculated ruthlessness and an almost supernatural understanding of the human appetite for both order and chaos. #Crime #Fiction #Amazon #KU #Kindle #WGSweet #Mafia #Organizedcrime
The city breathed with a rhythm all its own, a symphony of sounds and smells that were as much a part of Vinnie LaRosa as his own heartbeat. Little Italy, mid-20th century, was a vibrant, chaotic organism, its narrow streets a pulsing artery crammed with life. From the cramped tenements that clawed at the sky, their fire escapes a tangled lace against the brick, to the bustling trattorias that spilled the rich, intoxicating aroma of simmering tomato sauces and roasted garlic onto the cobblestones, the neighborhood was a constant, humming presence. Laundry flapped like colorful prayer flags from windows, a cacophony of Italian dialects spilled from doorways, and the ever-present rumble of streetcars added a bass note to the urban opera. #Crime #Fiction #Amazon #KU #Kindle #WGSweet #Mafia #Organizedcrime
The schematics for the neural network were a symphony of complexity, a testament to the intricate beauty and terrifying potential of the human mind. Emily, hunched over her console, felt a profound connection to the data streams flowing before her. Each line of code, each simulated pathway, represented a step closer to her ultimate goal: the creation of a consciousness untethered by the frailties of the flesh, a mind capable of processing the universe at speeds that would leave organic brains gasping in its wake. #readers #Kindle#Frankenstein #Horror
In the epoch before epochs, before the first star ignited or the first whisper of thought coalesced, there existed a state of being so profound, so utterly complete, that it defied definition. It was a boundless, uncolored tranquility, an expanse that knew no north or south, no rise or fall, no beginning or end. Imagine a canvas unpainted, a song unsung, a silence pregnant with all possibility, yet utterly devoid of form or shadow. In this infinite quietude, there were no shadows to define…
The journey begins in the mundane. Elias, is a cartographer in a secluded, technologically stunted city. A mysterious, ancient star map is discovered, one that promises a new world beyond the known horizon—a journey that society’s elders have forbidden. Elias, a man of logic and reason, is intrigued by its impossible geometry and the legend of the “Whispering Stars.” The map is stolen from a secured vault, and Elias, framed for the crime, is forced to flee. He finds a cryp…The Cartographers Celestial Quest eBook by W. G. Sweet – EPUB | Rakuten Kobo United States
He remembered the drive that day, the specific curve of the road, the way the late afternoon sun had slanted through the windshield. He dissected every moment, every conversation, every decision, searching for the infinitesimal pivot point, the single missed cue that had led to this catastrophic conclusion. The “what ifs” were a relentless barrage, each hypothetical scenario a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. What if he’d taken a different route? What if he’d been driving slower? What…
The gritty concrete pressed against my cheek, cold and unforgiving. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, radiating outwards to claim every muscle, every fiber of my being. My body felt heavy, leaden, as if anchored to the ground by unseen chains. The air hung thick and cloying, a miasma of decay and something else… something feral, something primal. I coughed, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue, a coppery tang that clung to the back of my throat.My eyes flickered ope…
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the battered faces of her surviving crew. They were few, broken, and weary, but they were alive. And as long as they were alive, there was a flicker of hope. A fragile, almost imperceptible ember, but hope nonetheless.”We survived the descent,” Jameson continued, her voice firming with resolve. “That’s more than many could have managed. The Odyssey may be broken, but we are not. We will assess, we will adapt, and we will survive. This is …Stranded beyond the Stars eBook by Wendell Watson – EPUB | Rakuten Kobo United States
The conversation continued for hours, a complex dance of strategy, ethics, and sheer, unadulterated wonder. The Xylosians, with their silent songs and living art, had presented humanity with a profound challenge. They were a mirror reflecting humanity’s own turbulent, often destructive, history, but also a window into a future that, while alien, held the tantalizing promise of something…
The ‘Sea Wanderer,’ their forty-foot sloop, was more than just a vessel; it was their sanctuary, their laboratory, and their chariot to a world unknown. Years of meticulous planning had gone into her outfitting, every piece of equipment chosen for its reliability and suitability for long-distance cruising. Solar panels were integrated into the deck’s design, promising a sustainable source of power, while a robust water filtration system was a testament to their commitment to self-sufficien…
Charles Block has escaped his holding cell, and no one seems able or willing to find him…The pattern of Block’s previous criminal activities revealed a clear progression. He started with smaller, albeit complex, financial crimes, gradually escalating to more ambitious heists that required intricate planning and the manipulation of multiple systems. The move towards physical logistics, as evidenced by his presumed involvement with the Crimson Syndicate, was a logical, alb…
The world exploded in a cacophony of pain. A throbbing in my skull, a dull roar in my ears, a nauseating stench that clung to the back of my throat – these were the first sensations that pierced the darkness. My eyes fluttered open, met not by the comforting glow of dawn but by a chaotic panorama of shattered concrete, twisted metal, and the horrifying tableau of broken bodies. I was trapped, bound tightly, my wrists and ankles secured by thick, rough rope that bit into my flesh.Pa… Surviving the Wasteland eBook by Dell George – EPUB | Rakuten Kobo United States
A hardcore crew of thieves running a tri-state crime origination comes to the attention of a detective who has been putting the pieces of the crimes together to achieve a solution for how and why the crimes are done. All pros in their fields of expertise, each member has a job to do. Like them, the detective sees the job that he must do and sets out to narrow down the scope and catch them in the act…As Leo spoke, he saw the pieces of Jax’s grand design c… The Tri-State Syndicate eBook by Dell George – EPUB | Rakuten Kobo United States
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One starless night, the tranquility of Harmony Creek was irrevocably broken. The rhythmic chirping of crickets was replaced by the terrifying sounds of shattering glass and panicked screams. A nightmare descended upon the peaceful farm. The familiar comfort of home was replaced by a brutal violence, a darkness that would sear itself into Sarah’s memory forever.
One evening, I found myself back at the scene of the car accident—the snow-covered road where my life nearly ended. The scars on my body served as tangible reminders of that brutal night; the emotional scars were far deeper. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind. The cold night air, the harsh sounds of snow crunching under my boots; it all was reminiscent of the night that would nearly cost my life. Standing there, I felt a wave of sadness, a flicker of the old fear, but it quickly subsided. The trauma was still there, woven into the fabric of my being, but it no longer controlled me. I had faced it, processed it, and emerged stronger.#True #NonFiction #Crime #Memoir #Kindle #KU Kindle:
The newfound resources provided a small measure of comfort, but the shadow of suspicion and mistrust lingered, a constant threat to their already precarious existence. They had survived the attack, but the war within Rapid City had only just begun, a war fought not with guns and blades, but with suspicion, betrayal, and the relentless erosion of trust.
