Excerpt from Author M.J. Moores’ Sci-Fi – Time’s Tempest

A Chilling Conspiracy of Conscience & Choices…

An Excerpt from Speculative writer M.J. Moores’ book:

Time's Tempest - 3D CoverTime’s Tempest: The Chronicles of Xannia

Excerpt from Chapter 2 – The Rally

Zaith bit her lower lip. We had an arrangement: I was never an official source for her stories. But I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. The theories Professor Denali was so close to proving kept ricocheting around in my head. History and some ancient supposed chronicles were not going to solve this problem.

The Talian countered with a fierce passion lacing his every word. “Clues were left behind on the Ancient Tablets preserved in the Museum of Darius. We need to study them, analyse them, and form a band of Kahn-lea. With the information we gather, we’ll take to the Deserts and retrieve the Chronicles. Legend states that the ‘pure one’ upon finding them, will be granted the sight of old.”

Something clicked in the back of my mind: Legends – not facts. There is no substance here.

Bedtime stories, dreams and fantasies are all that’s left of the truth behind the Ancient Tablets and Chronicles. No one could ever know if what they risked their lives for was real, or if they were even looking in the right area of the Deserts. There’s no need for all this blather about your Spoken Truth.”

Chatter rose among the audience.

“Who is she?”

“Why is she challenging the Talian?”

“Is she right?”

“Why doesn’t she believe?”

The Talian held up his hand for silence, never once breaking eye contact with me. “We will never know when we’ll face the end of our existence. We’d be fools if we did nothing and died because of it. The Kronik, the supposed men of my race, continue to flounder, hide, and avoid the problem. It’s our turn now. This is a time for believers and doers.”

The crowd agreed with him, dismissing me entirely. They refilled the space between us. My skin pricked cold. My spine tingled and itched. This was not over. The Kronik may not be handling this problem publicly, but they have been dealing with life and death issues since the Great Migration over two thousand years ago.

He has no idea of the damage he’ll cause – the death sentence for anyone involved. And they believe him! Didn’t they hear him? He said “take to the Deserts!” He has to be stopped.

My body vibrated with fury. His disregard for the sanctity of life shattered my common sense. I couldn’t let these people be led to the slaughter.
As he spoke about the forming of a legion of Kahn-lea, the ancient term coined for a band of citizens dubbed ‘Explorers of Fate’, I opened my belt-pack and retrieved my Clinex.

The small, round, reflective weapon emitted plasma bursts to a range of 300 yards. It would get the job done. Though it was a CTF-issued weapon, it was compact and discrete. No one would see it coming, no one but Zaith would know it was mine. Zaith, oblivious to my actions, continued to carefully record the first sighting of a Talian in public since before the two of us were born.

Grasping the Clinex in my left hand, I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, stepping back I opened my eyes again and took aim.

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Be sure to join M.J. at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event where she will read from her sci-fi 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.

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.

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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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