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Rating: 5 out of 5.

WONDERFUL, OTHERWORLDLY ADVENTURE – This was a fun fantasy read. The author does an excellent job of world building while managing the character development well. If you love fairytale/fantasy, this book is for you!

Rating: 5 out of 5.

EXCELLENT – It’s a very nice detective story that kept me in suspense until the case was resolved. It presents the characters very vividly and the plot unfolds in such a way that it does not let you stop reading the book. I recommend it to all lovers of this kind of novels.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

GREAT MUSIC STORY – The story of Bobby who has made some bad choices in life. I thought this was going to the run of the mill sex, drugs and rock-and-roll story but this story goes deeper. Don’t expect a high octane page turner here, but the pace is constant. This is more of a piece of literary fiction than genre fiction, but anyone can get something from this story. I read the book in two sessions (one on the beach with my eReader) and found it very enjoyable. The only criticism I have is that the author tends to tell rather than show. Some scenes are writing in a matter-of-fact way. Like so and so went to college, etc. The story is strong, so it isn’t that much of a problem. If you ignore those parts, it is a very good story.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

LOVED THIS BOOK! – Wow, what a great book! I’m picky when it comes to books like this, but it was excellent! The conversations were real, something I rarely see in the books I’ve read lately. They were believable and realistic. It made me feel something, like intense, another quality that is lacking in most the books I read. You need to put your paragraphs together with indentations. Very descriptive and interesting book, great job Jerry!

Rating: 5 out of 5.

A BRILLIANT MEMOIR – The author’s experiences in the pointless Vietnam conflict are described in this memoir. Although much has been written pro & con about this war, Cullison’s memoir is a special contribution. It is about the experiences of the “every-day-Joe” in a war without meaning and purpose.

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Rating: 5 out of 5.

EXCITING, ENTERTAINING AND ENJOYABLE – The Swamps of Jersey is a classic crime novel. It is exciting and unpredictable as well as extremely well written, high class and catchy. I liked the plot and the author’s detailed descriptions of locations and characters. It helped me picture the scenes. I highly recommend it.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

CONTEMPORARY NOIR – I’m a big fan of noir and pulp stories, and Ron Shannon’s “Gabriel’s Wing” highlights a lot of what is good in that kind of fiction: a kind of dark mystery with engaging characters and a strong narrative voice. I enjoyed this a lot.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

LOVE THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT – Why? Because the character development in this book was amazing, I loved the main characters. not only that but the writing was amazing. i have never been to many of the places listed in the book but the way Ron was explaining it, painted a clear picture in my mind.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

THIS WAS TOP SHELF WWII ESPIONAGE FICTION – Well-written, ambitiously conceived, WWII fiction at its best. The characters and their interractions vie for attention with the unfolding plot. Honestly, my reading-dollar has rarely gotten such value. If you like historical fiction, this is worthy of your time and money and praise.

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Rating: 5 out of 5.

THE LAST HOLIDAY – When reading this book I thought of the movie the last holiday, however this storyline brings an even greater twist, the character takes the lemons and turns them into lemonade.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

 A GREAT RETROSPECTION OF RETURNING TO VIETNAM FORTY YEARS AFTER – I highly recommend Marc Cullison’s “Vietnam Again.” It was a great read. It’s the story of a group of Vietnam Veterans who return to Vietnam for a two-week rediscovery trip. Their expectations were mixed about returning to such a dark foreboding time in their lives. It proved to be much more than a trip to a place they once knew, Cullison’s recollections and conclusions are thoughtful, compelling, and an example of a group of men coming to terms with their time as soldiers in this tiny sliver of a country that had such a profound impression on their lives. As I said before, “Vietnam Again,” was a great read!

Rating: 5 out of 5.

killer story – Frank Nagler has his hands full with a serial killer on the loose, departmental infighting and political intrigue. Throw in personal drama and the rookie detective’s plate is pretty full. Only dogged determination and a hunger for mystery solving keeps his head above water. “The Red Hand” is well written and easy to read. The mystery keeps the pages turning. Glad I started with Book 4. Now I can move on to Book 1.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

TIGHT PLOT, GREAT CHARACTERS, GREAT WRITING – Book three in a terrific series, the author, Michael Stephen Daigle, weaves a fast paced, convoluted, dark crime thriller. This novel starts with what looks like a simple mystery (a young girl is found in a grocery store Dumpster on a cold March night wearing just shorts and a tank top.) and winds up a complex decades old thriller. I enjoyed this book very much. The author certainly keeps you on your toes from the start. Highly recommended.

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Rating: 3 out of 5.

GOOD READ – Faith lost is an interesting tale, though hard to peg down in order to describe. I enjoy tales that raise questions of the soul’s journey and its interconnection with the longing question about the meaning of life. I can recommend it as a good read.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

GREAT READ BUT… – It ended off on a cliff hanger., which is fine. Readers are left to imagine the overall outcome. However, some may not be too fond of this. Other than that, it was a great read!

Rating: 4 out of 5.

PERSONAL & INTRIGUING – I didn’t know much about the Vietnam war, other than what we read in school. This book gives a personal insight into what the author went through, and though, I’m sure each soldier’s experience was different, they were all practically “in the same boat”. What the author said from the very beginning was “This story is not the whole truth because truth can’t be told in a story. Only experience can. I have to convey my experiences in Vietnam the way I lived them. That’s why I’m telling you the story in my own way.” There are some critical reviews about this book about the author being “negative towards his experience in Vietnam”. Well, frankly, I think they’re stupid because most of them were not there, and obviously they can’t appreciate a veteran’s story about his experience. A little off-topic, but had to get that out. Thank you, Marc, for your service! Overall, would definitely recommend this book!

Rating: 4 out of 5.

OTHERWORLDLY – A very imaginative world and an interesting storyline. There’s a number of good things to say about this work and I encourage those that follow this genre to read. It will definitely take you away to another reality. Once the writer hones their skill, I believe the next work will be even better.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

ENGAGING – Very engaging mystery.
Highly recommended!

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I like that it was opened up to a universal idea, allowing the reader to question the meaning of life and souls intertwined. Descriptive writing and colourful characters make this a good read.


Wow I am super impressed with the author’s ability to tell a fantastic story. She had me on the edge of my seat the whole way through. Make sure you read the first book in the series otherwise you’ll be lost. This book is filled with adventure and will leave you wanting more 🙂 Do not hesitate to buy this series.


I’m a sucker for a good love story, but I tend to avoid the tear jerkers. You know from the description this one won’t have a happily ever after, but I’m so glad I took a chance on it. Loved the characters, loved the setting, and it’s such a sweet, heartfelt story. A very enjoyable read.


In this excellent novella, the author hooks you right away with a crime and some excellent writing. I love Michael’s use of metaphors and the way he sticks close to his lead character – you can see things happening through Nagler’s eyes. There are a few instances where the author tells us what the character is feeling instead of taking the time to lead us there through descriptions, imagery, actions and/or thought, but I’ve noticed the best authors do this at times, and it takes little away from the quality of writing overall. A very enjoyable read.


I recently watched The Man in the High Castle, so when this book popped up for .99cents I gave it a try. Enjoyable and thought provoking. The Hedgerows of June iS a good read, only beef is its too short!


The author and I share two things in common related to my father. Both are from Oklahoma and both served in Vietnam. Your book has confirmed all the stories from his service there. If I did not know better, I would swear you would be twins. He vowed he would never go back to Vietnam, and he never did. I commend your willingness to go back and try to comprehend what it was all about. Follow Marc on his venture back to the place he so longed to forget. This book is a worthy read for anyone trying to make sense of a life event. It takes courage to re-examined these events, and you tell your story so well. Grab the audiobook as well Marc narrates superbly.

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I enjoyed visiting the world the author conjured up complete with its magical beasts and strange creatures that emerge and challenge the two main characters, Aliedori and Maldar, sister and brother. The reader in in for a treat and a journey as Aliedori finds her destiny. If you enjoy fantasy, you’ll enjoy this book.


Tillie Whistlethorn is a New Orleans beauty working for the FBI who gets caught up in a dangerous group of people. She’s aided by a private investigator who sounds more like Fabio, with his long hair and good looks. This page-turner keeps you guessing and by the end of the book, I wanted a cigarette and a glass of whiskey on the rocks like the characters. Set in the the late ’60s, the cross train travel, the vintage car descriptions, and the edgy details of the sex trade reveal every age has its own evils and heroes. I practically read this book in one sitting. It was highly entertaining.


This is an intriguing story that is great for all ages that keeps you engaged. Lots of action. Highly recommended!!!


Being born in the mid sixties, I remember Vietnam, but was too young to really absorb all that was happening. I, of course, have since read much on it. This author gives a different look than most books. I compare it to Leander Stillwell’s A Common Soldier of Army Life in the Civil War. It’s not meant to be a historical record of battles, events, losses, and victories. Both books are meant to take the reader inside the life of one particular solider; to be with him during his commission. This book causes the reader to see what the author sees, experience what he experiences, and make you feel like you are right along side him. It’s not always pretty, and you may not agree with the author’s take or response to some circumstances. But, this book is Marc Cullison’s experience, not ours or anyone else’s. Mr. Cullison is brutally honest and completely open with the reader. That is why I am giving this book 5 stars. He has pulled the curtain back, and allowed us an uncensored view of his life and experience as an officer during the Vietnam War. Thank you for that!


I really enjoyed this book, definitely a page turner! The writing is unique and has its own gripping style. Detective Frank Nagler is a great hero cop character, from a small city in New Jersey. The story is interesting and the suspense is very well done, it keeps you involved. There are curves, beyond just finding a murderer, that lead to more politics than mystery. I highly recommend this book to whoever enjoys a good crime novel with political side tones. A well written story and I look forward to the next book in the series. You won’t be disappointed!

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This is a true story of Marc Cullison, a helicopter pilot in the Vietnam war who goes back to face his demons 40 years later. It gives you a deep look inside the mind of a Vietnam war veteran. I recommend this to all veterans as well as anyone fascinated with the Vietnam war in general.


The Red Hand’ presents a well-defined young detective protagonist working his first case and does so in fine style. The characters are believable and three-dimensional and the story and plot turns are expertly done by author Michael Stephen Daigle. Anyone who enjoys crime stories should love this novel.


This story wasn’t exactly what I expected it to be, but it was interesting. Some of the characters were a bit one dimensional and it jumped around a lot, but the plot was interesting and it kept me hooked wanting to know what happened next.


This is an intriguing story that is great for all ages that keeps you engaged. Lots of action. Highly recommended!!!


I enjoyed visiting the world the author conjured up complete with its magical beasts and strange creatures that emerge and challenge the two main characters, Aliedori and Maldar, sister and brother. The reader in in for a treat and a journey as Aliedori finds her destiny. If you enjoy fantasy, you’ll enjoy this book.

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The Battle for the Four Realms – Dragon Bone

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Have you read Dragon Bone yet? Well, if you enjoy fantasy dragons, magic and mages you should! Also, if you are willing to read and review contact us here at Imzadi Publishing and we will provide you with a galley copy for review.

Siblings Aliedori and Maldar, heirs to the throne of the Southern Realm are attacked by an unseen assailant while camping in The Sacred Forest. Aliedori’s brother Maldar and his golden dragon, Keidrop, are trapped by a powerful binding spell; a spell that leaves Aliedori strangely unaffected.

In an attempt to track down their unseen attacker Aliedori uses her natural gifts and casts a “Seeker” charm enabling her to pursue a chase to a shadowy figure through the dark woods until he mysteriously disappears without a trace…and the adventure begins!

dragonAs the trio sets off in the direction the mysterious figure disappeared they encounter mysterious creatures formed from dark magic, a mage powerful enough to incapacitate dragons and other threats only ever spoken of by the Chronicler.

As they journey East more of the Chronicler’s prediction come true, Aliedori’s destiny lay ahead along with … the battle for the four realms!


Before they came to be, they were the whispers of the wind, the sparks of the fire, the mist of the ice and the dust of the caves. They dwelt within the caves of magic and were happy as they danced like sparks caught in the breeze and faded away only to bloom brighter again. Before they had form, before they had thoughts, before they could breathe, before they awoke, they were of fire, ice, wind and dust. Then they were given form, breath, and life and they carried inside themselves the elements of their birthplace.

They grew too big for the caves and ventured forth in search of new homes. Four Elements in the shape of dragons North, East, West and South they were the first, the brothers and sisters of the elements floating away on the breeze of the wind cave. As they floated and fluttered in the breeze the wind split their sides and wings grew from the lacerations. The dragons grew more beautiful as they flew, and as they flew elements dropped to earth. From each breath, great mountain ranges sprang up, while great lakes, rivers, ponds and streams were formed from the melting ice.

The breath of the wind dragon became the breeze and the breath of the fire dragon became the sun. From the gentle breath of the fourth dragon, trees, flowers, plants and animals were formed and all four dragons breathed life into them. Each dragon found a new home and settled. Their homes became their namesake and they lived happily. After many thousands of years, the four dragons returned to their birthplace to rest and reverted to what they had once been. The caves of magic saw what their firstborn had created and sent forth new life. Anterian led her people from the caves of elements into the Realm.


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Aliedori moved her hand before her face as if she was brushing away something only she could see. Maldar waited for her to speak. He clasped and unclasped the large knife. Surely she should be saying something by now, his sister’s calm, pretty face gave nothing away. One of Keidrop’s pointed golden ears flickered as if she too was becoming impatient; she was taking far too long. Maldar dropped his eyes to the campfire and waited some more.
“You know,” he said, more than a little anxious now, “it shouldn’t take that long, I need you on my side against the Olds.”
“Our parents are not that old.” Aliedori brushed her black hair from her face, pushing it roughly behind her ears, and surveyed her surroundings. Her green eyes often held a dreamy remote look when they scanned the surroundings, but this time it was with purpose. Maldar allowed his mind to drift while trying to ignore the mirth clearly visible in those emerald green eyes ever since he had told her what he had done.
“Well…!” Sometimes there was no telling what she was thinking but this time… this time he knew what was coming. Finally she lost her struggle and the laughter she had been trying to keep suppressed bubbled up spilling out of her mouth and rippled across the quiet landscape.
“I love you very much, dear brother, but really, was it not just last cycle you were the toast of the dragon towers. You never struck me as the handfast type. Aren’t you both too young?” Sobering slightly, she watched him carefully. He was nervous she could tell by the way he was playing with the knife but something had caught her attention.
“Okay,” Maldar replied, a little disappointed. “Laugh as much as you want just as long as you are on my side when it comes to the Olds.” A small smile played around his mouth as he drifted off into his own private Realm.
Aliedori had her palm pressed flat on the ground, and then she lifted her hand, curling her fingers slowly drawing in the elements before making a fist.
“What’s wrong?” Maldar’s smile vanished, replaced with a frown. He had a growing sense of unease; his mind had been elsewhere, but now it was fully focused on her. He gripped his boyhood sword, using it as a long knife. Aliedori didn’t respond. Instead, she waved an invisible annoyance away with her left hand while her right fist held the elements. She glanced first to her right and then to her left; Maldar knew that even with such a quick glance she had taken in everything.
“What is it?” Maldar asked again.
He could sense nothing, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something wrong.
“Something is not right.’ She stood.



Maldar shivered as a feeling of dread crawled through his stomach. Keidrop, who had been resting peacefully, her golden wings drawn close to her body as she slept, now unfurled her wings and looked up the moment Aliedori got to her feet.

“At the risk of repeating myself, what is it?” Maldar said also standing up.
There was a sliver of steel in his voice as he replaced his knife in its sheath, but it was when he brought his arm up and across his body to draw his sword that he sensed it. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled as he felt all the air being sucked out of the forest; he could neither move nor speak. Aliedori remained still for a moment or two then opened her fist and the light-filled sphere exploded, sending a brilliant illumination around the forest. The light found a shadow and chased it.
“Maldar, you go that side I will take this side. Keidrop, see if you can catch whoever that is, but be aware they are extremely fast.”
Aliedori spun on her heels; the illumination followed her, and together they gave chase as the shape disappeared into the distance. It dodged through trees, always slightly ahead just out of the light. Slowing her pace to enable her to draw her seax, she suddenly realised that she could no longer hear Maldar or Keidrop. She risked a glance over her shoulder as she picked up the pace again. An arc of lightning hit her taking the ground from beneath her feet. Magic, she thought, as she landed on her back, winded and dazed. She pulled herself quickly to her feet, ready to give chase again, but the shape was gone. She could feel the residue spell and taste it on her tongue; the bitter sick taste of dark magic. It caught in the back of her throat, making her gag. She leaned forward losing her supper; then wiped away the beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead.
 Her stomach settled and the pain in her chest where the lightning had made contact ceased instantly as she placed her palm against the nearest tree. From a bush close by she pulled off three leaves, brought them to her lips and whispered. Then, opening her palm, she commanded, “Seek.” Two leaves fell at her feet while the third fluttered in a zigzag motion through the trees; she followed it at high speed before it fell to the ground ahead of her.
Here the bitter taste on her tongue increased and so did her unease that something or someone had been watching her; watching them. She searched the area where the third leaf had landed but found nothing; the shape had disappeared into the darkness. She sent the light sphere high into the treetops illuminating a larger area, but all she saw were shadows and dark areas where the light could not reach.
“Where did you go or are you still here?” She scanned the shadows, but despondent that her search revealed nothing she retraced her steps running farther than she realised.
She emerged from the trees, her light orb floating above her head “Did you see anything?” she asked as she came to a stop beside the dragon. “There was a lot of powerful magic,” she continued as she caught the dragon’s reins. Her action caused the dragon to move.
Maldar still wasn’t moving; he was caught motionless in mid-action, reaching for his sword, his right arm across his body. His face was frozen in a look of fury and his blue eyes were like ice. Aliedori knew that the binding spell was only partly responsible, her action had played its part in that look, but this was not the time; they would come back to it sooner rather than later.
Aliedori said in a stern voice hiding her fear, “Mal move yourself, we need to get to Skellglade.”
In an instant Maldar completed the action of drawing his sword and looked around him wildly.
“You won’t see anything, we – you and Keidrop – were caught in a binding spell, I think it came from the centre of Skellglade. A charm powerful enough to stop a dragon.”
Still Maldar did not move, “What did you chase?”
“I do not know. A mage perhaps,” she shrugged.
“From Skellglade?” He arched a brow questioningly.
pendant-colorIn a couple of strides, he was by Aliedori’s side. He took Keidrop’s reins and mounted his dragon, reaching out for his sister’s hand. She allowed herself to be helped onto Keidrop’s back, the dragon spread her wings and rose rapidly barely stirring the fallen leaves. They dropped down almost instantly on the spot where the shadow had vanished. Aliedori felt the power ripple through Keidrop’s powerful body as her feet touched the ground.
“What are you doing we need to get to Skellglade?”
“Skellglade can wait we need to find this mage,” he said. “Why didn’t you take Keidrop with you?” Maldar finished.
Aliedori frowned.
“I did not realise that you were both caught in the spell,” she said dismounting. The bitter taste burned the back of her throat like acid and she swallowed as she scanned the darkened trees and bushes beyond the illumination. The light spheres carefully chased the darkness wherever it was found, but it never went far enough, there was always a dark spot just out of reach of the light.
“Something or someone is out there.” She visibly flinched and stepped behind a tree. She drew her seax; the earlier static storm was playing havoc with her senses
“Do you think this is part of our coming of age test?” Maldar was standing over her. She pushed herself up into a standing position and almost gagged. She breathed deeply and slowly; surely this couldn’t just be her reaction to the use of the elements in dark magic.
“No one has coming of age tests any more. It is dying out even among the traditionalists; there are just those ridiculous ceremonies now.” She was having problems controlling the growing nausea. The smell of burning incense was mixing with the bitter taste of the dark magic and Aliedori was struggling not to be sick.
“I hate that smell,” she said, but Maldar could smell nothing.
Suddenly a phanthora materialised, its wings close to its body, its glowing claws swinging perilously as it appeared before them. Aliedori pushed Maldar out of the way and dived in the opposite direction. Landing hard on the ground she sprang to her feet instantly drawing energy from the earth as her palm made contact.
“I thought those things never left the sacred forest.” Maldar replied, slightly breathless, but springing to his feet his sword at the ready “Well, apparently they do tonight. Perhaps you are right it could be a test, but somehow it does not feel like one.”
She was moving as she spoke, her seax in one hand and a silver bolt in the other. Maldar matched her speed as they attacked from both sides. Aliedori was met with a powerful force and found herself flying through the air again. A searing pain ran from her head to her toes as her back and head made impact with the hard ground. The silver bolt dissolved into nothing. Winded, she stood a little slower this time; her head hurt, she felt drowsy, her eyes grew heavy and her feet and arms grew weak. Despite the energy she drew as her body touched the ground, her seax slipped from her hand. She was unable to focus as she bent over to retrieve her sword; she felt the warm handle with a finger.
“Aliedori!” Maldar screamed her name.



She grabbed the seax and brought it up blindly. The phanthora let out an agonising roar and the light spheres splintered and perished like the embers of a dying fire. Darkness engulfed them and the red eyes glowed brighter.

“I think you only made it angrier.” Maldar grabbed his sister’s hand and pulled her out of the way of the springing feline. The forest was too dense for it to use its wings effectively.
They hid behind a large tree, breathing deeply.
“Where is that damn dragon when you need her?” Maldar said trying to catch his breath; they both peered cautiously around the tree.
“Whatever it is, it is not a true phanthora,” Aliedori said pulling Maldar out of the way just as the giant tree splintered showering them both in fragments from the tree trunk. The creature sprang again, and this time Aliedori was ready, using an incantation she snapped off and lit a branch before handing it to Maldar. She lit another branch, and they both charged at the creature. It faltered as they came hurtling towards it, swerving to avoid the flames and colliding with a bolder. Aliedori tore through forest with the seax in her hand. Then, using the boulder to elevate herself, she opened a gash in the creature’s side and watched as luminous fluid oozed from the wound.
“How do you know it’s not a true phanthora?”
Aliedori pointed to the ground; the luminous ooze was fading fast instead of setting everything alight.
“It can be hurt, and if that is the case, then we can send it back to the ancestors.” Maldar struck the creature with his own sword and more luminous fluid exploded onto the ground. The phanthora howled again.
“I think it’s getting bigger, Aliedori. I think each time we wound it, it grows.” Aliedori said nothing. A pale shape moved in the shadows. Hurriedly Aliedori dragged Maldar into the dense foliage of the fallen tree.
“There are more of those creatures. Look,” she indicated with her sword.
“What’s the plan again… send it back to the ancestors?” he sighed as he surveyed the area quickly.
She stood and pulled Maldar to his feet and touched a branch of the tree.
“Return to your place,” she commanded, “and tell your sisters of the gift I gave you.” Maldar stood still beside her as the splintered bark began to stir.
The sound they heard was like the Realm groaning under the combined weight of a thousand phanthora creeping along the ground, shaking everything; even the mighty oaks trembled and shuddered. When Maldar looked back to the tree, the old oak was standing firm as if it had never been touched. He stumbled and grabbed a small tree to steady himself. From out of the shadows the phanthora appeared. Maldar spun round, his blue eyes now large with fear.
They were surrounded!
He glanced towards his sister who did not appear to notice; her attention was still taken up by the newly reformed tree.
“Whatever you are thinking Alie, please think faster.”
“You’re right Maldar, this could be a test. If the phanthora’s intention is to send us to the ancestors we would be with them by now.”
“Test or not, we can still be sent home to the ancest…” Maldar’s words died in a scream as a mighty mouth came down and picked him up, flung him into the air then caught him and tossed him again. This time, he was hurled sideways. He spun round in the air and started to fall rapidly. He stopped with a sudden jolt and felt himself being pulled back. Then he was by her side, Aliedori had never used her abilities like that on him before. He collapsed onto his knees and knelt there for a while trembling. He felt her hand on his shoulder, a small comfort, but as she withdrew her hand and he attempted to stand, a slight tremor passed through him.
“A circular pit,” he said, “and we are on the inside, trapped.” He hoped she had built an escape route into her plans.
“Maldar hold on to me.” He did as he was told placing one arm around her waist while the other kept hold of his sword even though it was useless against the magical phanthora. In a last desperate attempt, Maldar slashed out at the approaching creature. Luminous fluid oozed out of each gash and sent a rancid, bitter smoke into the air each time the slime hit the ground. Maldar coughed, clearing the taste from the back of his throat. It was too dark to see the phanthora clearly, only the luminous slime and the red eyes shone in the gloom.
“Maldar, stop doing that! You said yourself that they grow when wounded.” Her voice was calm and even, without fear. With renewed strength and purpose Aliedori raised her seax to her lips and Maldar felt a new tremor rock the ground as she uttered the incantation. The serrated, long horn of the drac glowed brightly as did his sword; she dropped the seax.
“Throw your sword into the pit.”
“I liked my sword, that was my favourite,” he said as he watched it fall.
“We are sending them back home to the ancestors.” Jagged rocks, shaped like his sword and her seax appeared like teeth in the pit. The earth around them began to crumble, and broad fissures snaked out in four directions; the jagged razor-like teeth ran through each one.
“Why are we not moving?” It had taken him a while to come to his senses.
She ignored the question and instead wrapped her arm around his waist.
“This would be a good time for Keidrop to be here, hold on.” The pit of steel and bone became an endless grinding mouth.
“Return to the Ancestors!” she commanded.
The grinding increased. The ground was disappearing at an alarming rate. The phanthora took their chances and sprang into the air as one.
015-6x9-Book-Ereader-Mockup-COVERVAULT“Hold on,” she said, again her voice still calm, still strong. Maldar did not feel the same so he shut eyes and brought his free arm up to cover his head as a phanthora’s gaping maw opened ready to swallow them whole. Maldar felt something wrap around his waist, binding him to Aliedori, then he was swung up, and he felt weightless and small. When he opened his eyes again he was suspended high above the pit. Aliedori was clutching a vine, and her other arm was wrapped around his waist. He looked down, the ground had disappeared and the last of the phanthora was struggling to get free of the grinding teeth.
Aliedori gripped the vine tighter and turned her face upwards. The moon hit her face covering it in a silver light. She closed her eyes against the cold rays of the moon and drew the silver light into her lungs letting the light restore her energy.
“Take us down,” Aliedori commanded.
“Are you sure?”
“Well, we cannot stay up here forever; we still need to get to Skellglade.”
“You think the phanthorans are the work of the man-child?” Maldar asked in disbelief.
They were being gently lowered and by the time the ground came up to meet them there were no mouths of steel and bone and no phanthorans, just an abundance of green leaves blanketing the ground with their swords lying on top.
“Poor trees,” Aliedori said, not answering his question. She picked up their sword. Maldar took his and replaced it in its sheath. When he looked up she had her palm pressed again an old oak tree that had stood for centuries in the fabled Forest of Souls. Her incantation was, as always, strange but beautiful to his ears. Her voice… her words… came from the breeze, the earth, the moon and the water… all speaking in one voice through her.
“New leaves?” Maldar whispered in awe. He would never get used to her abilities. She said something else, this time she was talking to the trees; he would never get used to that strange secret language either.
“Heal yourself Maldar”. We need to free Keidrop.”
He rested against a tree and drew on the restorative energy. He felt better, reinvigorated, “Thank you,” he said talking to the tree. Then he turned to Aliedori, “What do you mean, free her?” he demanded.
Maldar turned and rushed back to the spot where he had last seen his golden dragon.
“In the name of the Ancestors,” he cried in disbelief as hot fury stung his insides. His beautiful golden dragon was ensnared in a trap of vines and giant makka bushes that had pierced her skin. Wherever they touched her body, small spirals of smoke emitted and blood was dripping from the wounds.
“They are burning her alive!” Aliedori do something!” he shouted, anguish evident in his voice.
“Move back Maldar.” When her brother didn’t move she shoved past him, took a deep breath and gathered her strength. Her mind was swimming with strange images, each one more violent than the next. She knew she had to stop this; she could not let those images take control, and so gripping her seax she strode forward. She shook her head, trying to eradicate the images from her mind. Her green eyes flashed gold. Aliedori moved through the darkening trees until she was in front of Keidrop who was suspended too high by the vines and thorny bushes for Aliedori to reach her.
“It burns,” the dragon said as her golden eyes fluttered open. Her wings were folded at an odd angle and her voice was sharp and filled with pain. There was the smell of burning flesh, unpleasant and cloying in her nostrils.
“Hold still Kei, I will get you free. Maldar I need your help. “Put your hands together like this.” She put one booted foot on his interlaced fingers and one hand on his shoulder for balance as he hoisted her up to reached Keidrop. With some difficulty, Aliedori placed a palm against the dragon’s face. She held it there for a short while until the dragon visibly relaxed. Her nostrils flared, and smoke was added to the gloom of the forest.
“Put me down now.”
Aliedori released a healing light sphere, momentarily penetrating the darkness. It splintered round her, sending shards of light like glowing stars that floated up and settled on the dragon. They worked their way onto her skin and under her scales, healing wherever they touched. Hundreds of giant thorns fell at their feet; they were as long as Maldar’s arm, and they watched as they melted into the ground and disappeared. A low rumble of relief was emitted from somewhere deep within the dragon. Aliedori shifted and placed one hand on a vine and the other on the ground and called to the earth to release Keidrop.
Nothing happened.
She tried again, but the vines remained steadfastly green; then she remembered something touching the largest tree.
“Ask your sisters to release my dragon,” she commanded and stood back, but Keidrop was sill suspended in the tight coils of vines and bushes that were pulling ever tighter.
“You know me, and you know I did not do this. I did not bring those creatures here.” She glanced behind her, and Maldar saw her green eyes flecked with gold for an instant.
“Release my dragon!” she said again. This time, Maldar did not recognise the voice; it seemed to come from somewhere else. Suddenly the vines and thorny bushes sprang back releasing the dragon.
Keidrop crashed to the ground with a mighty thud. Maldar rushed to the side of the motionless dragon, noticing that the burns and cuts were already healing.
“I can’t believe you actually argued with trees,” Maldar laughed. “And I don’t believe that the man-child is responsible for this.”



The dragon was breathing easier now and Maldar ran his finger over the dragon’s rough scales and down under the chin to his soft spot.

“Neither do I, but a spell did come from Skellglade. We still need to know if it was intended for our mother’s people.”
“Don’t you mean your people?” Keidrop was stirring and Aliedori sat down beside them frowning. She waved Maldar’s words away with an elegant movement of her slender hand that was run through with steel.
“Besides, I saw the mage responsible, he was still here.
Come on, Keidrop, open your eyes. We have things to do.”
The dragon opened her large golden eyes and looked at her two charges curiously but said nothing.
“He is gone, I saw him watching us fight,” Aliedori said, replacing her sword in its sheath. As she stood up Keidrop and Maldar also got to their feet. Keidrop unfurled her golden wings, flapped them twice creating a leaf storm; they had healed completely and were free from any scars. Before the small leaf storm could gather momentum, Keidrop and her riders were gone heading west.
The only evidence of a battle was the green blanket of leaves that covered the ground and the few dancing in the draught caused by the dragon.
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Imzadi Publishing – New Releases

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000039_00073]It has been a busy busy time for Imzadi Publishing this spring beginning with the release of Marc Cullison’s follow-up novel to The Other Vietnam War: A Helicopter Pilot’s Life in Vietnam, Vietnam Again.

The Other Vietnam War gives the reader some insight into what Marc went through in Vietnam. Not simply the struggles one would expect with experiencing life and death situations but the ethical dilemma’s one would experience as well. It is a truly unique perspective on the Vietnam War.

Vietnam Again takes place 40 years later when out of the blue Marc receive’s a phone call inviting him to accompany other Vietnam Vets on a trip back to the scene of so much trauma and upheaval, back to a place he thought he would never return to…a place he never wanted to return to.

Another fascinating read from Mr. Cullison!

The Weight of LivingThen April was upon us and the release date for the third installment of Michael Stephen Daigle’s Frank Nagler Mystery Series, The Weight of Living was quickly approaching.

This series takes place in Ironton, NJ, a dilapidated old steel town swamp deep in well developed, deep characters that anyone can relate to. Yes, that was a nod to The Swamps of Jersey, the first book in this series.

Mr. Daigle, like his character Det. Frank Nagler, doesn’t shy away from tough subjects, this book is certainly no exception.

The Weight of Living opens with a young girl dressed only in a tank top and shorts found sitting in a dumpster. She is freezing in her exposed state, shaking from the cold on a snowy New Jersey night but she sits frozen in place as though afraid to move from where she is. How did she get there? Why didn’t she ask for help? Why won’t she talk to anyone? The search for the girl’s identity begins a journey that leads Frank Nagler deep down into Ironton’s underbelly where long held secrets have been protected for decades.

I warn you, once you pick it up you won’t want to put it down. This series is addictive!

The Blackstar GambitHalf way in to May we were happy to feature a new author to the Imzadi Publishing family as we debuted Jan Domagala’s The Blackstar Gambit; book number seven in his thrilling Sci-fi Col Sec series.

This is a book full of action as Kurt Stryder and Zara hardy face their most challenging threat yet. Frantically they race from one end of the galaxy to the other in an attempt to find the truth behind an ancient cult that has spawned an evil so deadly it threatens to destroy the entire Confederation starting with planet Earth.

In The Blackstar Gambit Kurt and Zara learn that the good guys don’t always win as they stand by helplessly watching the Blackstar Gambit play out.

dragon-bone-final-coverThis catches us up to what is going on with Imzadi Publishing right now, you know you are dying to know, so last but certainly not least is our most recent release by another new author to the Imzadi Publishing family. Get ready for Aldrea Johnson’s Dragon Bone, releasing May 30th! This is the first book in her sci-fantasy series The Battle For The Four Realms.

This is a book good for all ages! If you enjoy J.R.R. Tolkein, and George R. Martin, then this will be right up your alley!

Aliedori and her brother Maldar are the heirs to the Southern Realm. The siblings take what is supposed to be a relaxing camping trip in the Sacred Forest. Maldar is hoping to discuss an important matter with his sister privately but things quickly take a different course when they are set upon by unseen forces.

Someone has cast a binding spell immobilizing Maldar and his golden dragon Keidrop in its’ web. Thinking quickly Aliedori casts a spell of her own illuminating the surrounding forest and glimpses a shadowy figure disappearing into the trees. She pursues the stranger until he mysteriously disappears…and the adventure begins!

This series is sure to be a hit with young and old alike and will be followed by the second in the series shortly so keep checking back for news about that.

Whew! See, we have been busy at Imzadi Publishing and we have something for everyone! If you have something you would like to submit to Imzadi Publishing visit our website for our submission guidelines, we are always looking for new manuscripts in any genre.

Oh, one last thing! Please don’t forget to take a moment to leave a review after reading a book. Reviews do not need to be lengthy, they can be just a few words but they are extremely helpful.

Great Woman


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‘Behind every great man there is a great woman’; 1940’s or 1960’s idiom it doesn’t matter, what matters is that there isn’t a similar saying linked to great women. Of course our idea of great women…