This is a cover of a Dire Straits song. I just love Mark Knopflers writing. He is a storyteller and a good one. This, along with Romeo and Juliet is some of my favorite work by them. #Cover #DireStraits #markknopfler #DellSweet
Sex on the Streets My aunt lived in that area, and we were taken there daily. I can remember her telling me that I had to do everything she said. Listen, practice. #Sex #ChildAbuse #SexualAssault #StreetLife
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 Yonderlands are a vast, enigmatic region beyond the Hitherlands, shrouded in myth and rarely visited by outsiders. Named for their distance and mystery (“where few go yonder”), they are a place of ancient magic, forgotten civilizations, and primal forces. Unlike the chaotic, nomadic Hitherlands, the Yonderlands feel timeless, with landscapes that seem alive with power and secrets. They are both beautiful and dangerous, testing Elara’s courage, wisdom, and bond with Dragonia as she confronts the true scope of the evil cabal’s plans… #YA #Dragons #Fantasy #Drama #Epic
Elara a young girl who learns from her mentor Lady Janely to control her own powers and to control dragons. Elara lives in Valerion and works in her father’s blacksmith forge. Valerion is a rugged mountain village. Her dragon’s name is Dragonia. Elara has defeated the evil forces that were going to destroy her village, she, Dragonia and Lady Janely go on a journey into the Hitherlands, called the Hitherlands as people go hither and yonder, so there exists Hitherlands and Yonderlands. While in the Hitherlands Elara learns from a messenger that her father has passed away in her village. She and Dragonia, along with Lady Janely turn to go back, but is it a trap… #YA #Dragons #Fantasy #Drama #Epic
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. #YA #Dragons #Fantasy #Drama #Epic
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…