Excerpt from Author D.L. Narrol’s Steam Punk Book – Age of Chivalry

Daring, Danger, Drink and Disaster…

An Excerpt from Steam Punk writer D.L. Narrol’s book:

Age of ChivalryAge of Chivalry

Chapter One

Late September 1910 Captain Colin Limmerick stood by the gunnel of his vessel. The ship’s two steam pipes blew off excess as the one sail caught the chilled wind off the Irish Sea. He cranked away at the reel to bring in the latest catch. He put his bulging biceps to work as he pumped away at drawing the catch into the hold of the ship. The captain’s first mate, Eddy, stood behind him as he watched the tall, robust captain put his muscles to work. The fish made it into the hold, while the captain stared at the sea.

“Captain?” Eddy asked.

The captain gazed at the sea, as if he were in a trance. He winced with panic when he saw several people splashing about in the water. He reached for his bottle of whiskey, which sat on the planked floor of the deck. He took a few swigs and continued to stare. People squirmed and gasped for air as they slowly sank below the captivating waves. Their screams became less and less until only a few remained afloat.

“Captain? Are yaz feelin’ alright?” Eddy asked.

The last of the victims kept repeating the same phrase in Gaelic.

“Long live our Lord! And, long live Ireland.”

The captain bit his lip with horror as he watched each one of them sink into the frigid sea.

“Captain! Captain Colin! Are yaz feelin’ ill, or what?”

Colin turned to his first mate. “Oh, God!”
Eddy stepped closer to him. “What is it that ya see out there?”

Colin appeared horrified. “Oh, God! Sweet Christ!” He took the whiskey bottle and placed it against his lips. He started to drink profusely, while he focused on Eddy. He gazed at his first mate with penetrating eyes. Eddy noticed a tear run down his captain’s cheek.

“Oh, sakes, captain, yar cryin’? What’s wrong?” Eddy pulled the whiskey bottle from his captain’s hands. “Imagine a big strong man like yarself is cryin’. Ya got every wench chasin’ after yaz. The crew goes on about how much they wished they had yar good looks and brains. Can’t believe a man with so much to offer is cryin’.”

Colin looked at Eddy with his lips parted. He unbuttoned his jacket. He pulled his tartan scarf from his broad neck and unbuttoned his shirt. Eddy could see his bare chest and stomach.

“Look at me.”

Eddy noticed a deep scar on Colin’s belly. “Oh, God! Captain, what happened?”

Colin examined his wound for the umpteenth time. He ran his large hands over bumpy aftermath of skin.

“What happened, ye ask, Ed? A sword did this to me.”

“Oh, good Lord. What kinda mess did yaz get yarself into? Since when ya play with swords?”

“Since lately, I suppose.”

“Are ya cryin’ ’bout the wound, or are yaz in pain from it?”

“It does still cause me pain, so it does. Rosa stitched it up.”

“Rosa? She’s no medical doctor. Isn’t she an archeologist?”

“That she is, but there wasn’t a physician around. I’m not cryin’ ’bout me wound, but tell me somethin’, Ed? Are there people drowin’ in the sea just now?”

Eddy slowly turned his head. He squinted his eyes as he scanned the water.

“I’m not seein’ them, captain.”

Colin turned to his first mate. “What ye mean?”

Eddy sighed with frustration. “I’m confiscatin’ yar whiskey. Ya really gotta cut down, don’t ya think?”

Colin buttoned his shirt. “Cut down? So, ye think I’m a lush, do ye?”

“Think? I know. We’s all gotta cut down, don’t ya think?”

Timmy in the wheelhouse climbed down to the deck to where his captain was talking to the first mate.

“Howye, captain?”

Colin tipped his tweed cap at his crewmember. “Timmy.”

“Gotta message from me wench for ya, captain.”

“How is Deidre these days?” Colin asked.

“She says she’s dyin’ to see yaz again, captain. I think she’s in love with yaz.”

Eddy placed his hand on Timmy’s shoulder. “Be a good lad ‘n leave us be for now. Yar captain has run into a problem, eh?”

Timmy sprinted to the galley. Eddy chuckled.

“Kids today.”

Colin sat on the ledge of the deck. “I know ye don’t know what me work is like at the university, but… ”

“Ya never tell me anythin’ ’bout yar research. Yaz always been very secretive ’bout it.”

“I’m a fishin’ captain and PhD candidate at the London University; strange combination, isn’t it? But ye know, Ed, I was the one with the high grades in school. Here I am a simple man, a fisherman at that. Yet I always had that crave for research and higher education. But I’ve noticed the other PhD candidates like Rosa came from wealth. Did ye know her father was a professor? Same with Amoli’s father.”

“Of course, captain, those that go to university don’t come from workin’ class people like us, eh?” Eddy nudged Colin’s arm.

“So, why would I bore the first mate of me ship with me university bunk?”

“I’ve known yaz since ya was a wee lad on yar uncle’s ship. Nothin’ ya have ever said to me was ever borin’.”

“Yer too kind, Ed. Can ye give me back me whiskey bottle now?”

Eddy handed it back to his captain.

Colin took a few swigs. “Don’t want ye to repeat any of this.”

“Captain, ya know ya have me word.”

“I’ve been travelin’ to past times in history, so I have.”

Eddy grabbed Colin’s whiskey bottle and took a large gulp. “Time travel?”

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Be sure to join D.L. at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event where she will read from her steam punk novel at Archtop Cafe in Bolton this Saturday November 8th. The event begins at 2pm.

Excerpt from Author Diane Bator’s Mystery – The Bookstore Lady

Manipulating Murder Most Menacingly

An Excerpt from Mystery writer Diane Bator’s book:

Bator-The Bookstore LadyThe Bookstore Lady

“It’s time.” Maddox’s smile faded.

It was official. Paulina Chourney went from executive secretary to loose end in less than an hour. Her boss was supposed to kill her to appease Maddox. Her lover. She knew too much.

For the past five years, she was trusted to keep Dunnsforth’s secrets. Danny had pictures of her photocopying contracts and memos Dunnsforth hid in a safe in his house. Paulina shopped for gifts for his wife and kids and arranged dates with his string of mistresses. Dunnsforth introduced her to Maddox, who made her his mistress who lived the life.

Was any of it worth Maddox’s scorn? From the way she covered her face with her hands, he was sure even drinking herself to death sounded preferable to taking a bullet.

Danny had a gun beneath his black leather jacket, but he doubted it would do much good when everyone else had similar weapons. “What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing.” Maddox shrugged. “Enjoy the show. This is Dunnsforth’s problem to take care of. If not, we’ll have to take care of him.”

Dunnsforth sat and poured two glasses of champagne. His hands shook and he spilled on Paulina’s blue dress. The wet blotch turned purple. “Drink up.”

“Yes, dear, drink up.” Maddox interlaced his fingers. “Enjoy your last taste of champagne.”

“I don’t want it.”

Chevy forced the glass to her lips.

The white French office doors flew open and Margaret Maddox, a tall, lean woman in a slinky red gown slit to her upper thigh, scowled.

“Honestly, Gerard. You invite all these people over then disappear into your office with your cronies. Give them the night off from your petty demands to celebrate. It’s not every day your company completes a hostile takeover.”

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Be sure to join Diane at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event where she will read from her mystery at Archtop Cafe in Bolton this Saturday November 8th. The event begins at 2pm.

Excerpt from Author Heather Scavetta’s Memoir – The Power of Love

Balancing the Beyond and in Between

An Excerpt from Spiritual writer Heather Scavetta’s Memoir:

The Power of LoveThe Power of Love

Over time, I slowly came to accept that Elizabeth would never be as she was in her physical form again. I would never hug her, kiss her forehead, brush her hair, or worry about her physical safety. There would be no graduations for her, no wedding, no grandchildren, but there would be beautiful new ways of seeing Elizabeth.

July 1, 2004. Every year we have an annual Canada Day barbecue. I didn’t want to have a party this year, but I knew that Elizabeth would like it. The girls always baked when we had company. Cassandra was excited to make her maple-leaf cookies. I wanted for her to continue to have family traditions. That morning, Tony was up early taking out the patio furniture and cleaning the barbecue grill, but since it was only 5:30 a.m., I was still asleep.

I was dreaming. And then the dream changed, and Elizabeth was standing before me. She was inches away from my face. I could see every detail of her face clearly. White light radiated behind and around her. Her eyes were so beautiful. She was love. There were no words spoken, only love. I stared at her face, taking in every detail. I finally looked away from her eyes and looked at her hair. It was short and curly brown. You’ve cut your hair. I reached up and touched a curl and pushed it back and smiled. It was over. I opened my eyes. I was in my bed. The room was dark and I was alone. But I was so excited. I ran outside to find Tony: She had come! She was here!

I have had other visits like that one. I will never forget those visits because they were real, with an energy of their own. Whereas dreams fade, those visits are forever etched in my mind, and when I recall each moment, I feel the emotions once again. I have seen Elizabeth at the end of a dream, vivid and real. And I have seen her in meditation. Sometimes, she was on her horse, galloping towards me or riding across my visual field. Often, I have seen her face. Her beautiful, big brown eyes looking at me, her flowing light brown hair around her. She always makes me cry.
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Be sure to join Heather at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event where she will read from her memoir at Archtop Cafe in Bolton this Saturday November 8th. The event begins at 2pm.

Memoir Author Heather Scavetta

Memoir & Spiritual Author Heather Scavetta has joined the Fall 2014 JUZDIZRTS Author Event!

Heather Scavetta, RN Non-Practising is a Reiki Master and founder of School of Miracles. She has been teaching meditation, psychic development, mediumship and Reiki since 2006. She has been channeling The Council since 2009. Heather developed her clairvoyant abilities after the death of her daughter Elizabeth in 2004. In her studio in Caledon, Ontario, Canada, she continues to help people who have experienced loss and those seeking more in life to develop their spiritual gifts and open up to communicating with Spirit. She and her husband,
Tony, have twin girls, and live on their hobby farm with Canadian and Icelandic horses and two German shepherds.

The Power of LoveThe Power of Love

There’s an old folk tale about a young mother who lost her child and is inconsolable. The wise man of the village tells her to go from house to house to find what everyone shares—and what everyone shares—is loss. It’s the universal experience.

Although we all will grieve the loss of our loved ones, we can learn how to reconnect with them. Through prayer and meditation, we can shift our awareness from the physical to the non-physical. We can witness firsthand that death is but an illusion. We can heal. We can find joy again. Author Heather Scavetta discovered that reality when she began developing her clairvoyant abilities after the death of her daughter, Elizabeth, in 2004.

In The Power of Love, Scavetta shares her personal journey of receiving visions and afterlife communication from her daughter, loved ones, and spirit guides who encourage her to persevere through her grief. Having no previous ability, Scavetta shows that opening up spiritual gifts is accessible to everyone. Through personal examples, she shares how to open your own psychic and mediumistic abilities, and she discusses the many ways spirit can reach us.

A story of celebration about the amazing and wonderful experiences that occurred since Elizabeth’s transition, The Power of Love narrates one family’s story of how they opened their spiritual gifts to see, hear, and feel—and to know beyond any doubt—their daughter never left their side.

“I am honoured to be apart of the JUZDIZRTS Author Event.” ~ Heather Scavetta

Website/Blog: http://thecouncilchannelings.blogspot.ca

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heatherscavetta

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/heatherscavettaschoolofmiracle

Twitter: @HeatherScavetta

Mystery Author Diane Bator

Mystery and Romance Author Diane Bator has joined the Fall 2014 JUZDIZRTS Author Event!

Diane is an avid hiker, Reiki Master and martial artist. Joining a writing group was the catalyst for writing her first murder mystery series and entering a writing contest. She won with Murder on Manitou and hasn’t looked back since. Hard at work on her second series and plotting yet a third, she lives in Southern Ontario, Canada with her husband, three teenagers, and a cat who thinks he’s a Husky.

Bator-The Bookstore LadyThe Bookstore Lady

Danny Walker tracks Paulina Chourney who fell into the dark side of life and is lucky to get out before her boyfriend kills her. She arrives in a small town, a blessing in disguise since no one would never think to look for her in a place like Packham. She changes her name to Katie Mullins, makes a deal on a bookstore and joins a writing group then fades into anonymity.

Until Danny Walker shows up to visit family and figures out who she is.

When Paulina catches her landlady sneaking out in the middle of the night and Danny disappears, she must choose between life on the run or facing her past – before the quirky townsfolk turn her death into a spectacle.

“Thank you for inviting me to join in this event. I’m very excited to attend.”

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Webpage: http://penspaintsandpaper.com

Blog: http://dbator.blogspot.ca/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Diane-Bator/263599617046736?ref=hl#

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Twitter: @dibator