Haunted Flint

Haunted Flint

Sunday, November 17, 2019

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Haunted Flint
Haunted America Series
Roxanne Rhoads and Joe Schipani 

Publisher: The History Press

Release Date: September 2, 2019

ISBN-10: 1467143049
ISBN-13: 978-1467143042

Book Description:

Sinister Secrets in Flint’s History

Home to ancient burial grounds, unsolved murders, economic depression, and a water crisis, Flint emits an unholy energy rife with ghostly encounters.

Colonel Thomas Stockton’s ever vigilant ghost keeps a watchful eye over his family home at Spring Grove, where guests occasionally hear the thump of his heavy boots.

Restless spirits long separated from their graves lurk among the ancient stones in Avondale Cemetery.

Carriage maker W.A. Paterson’s spirit continuously wanders the halls of the Dryden Building, and something sinister and unnamed resides in a Knob Hill mansion waiting to prey on impressionable young men.

Join authors Roxanne Rhoads and Joe Schipani on a chilling tour of Flint’s most haunted locations.

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About the Authors

Roxanne Rhoads is an author, book publicist, mixed media crafter, and lover of all things spooky.

Roxanne is the owner of Bewitching Book Tours, a virtual book tour and social media marketing company, she operates Fang-tastic Books, a book blog dedicated to paranormal and urban fantasy books, and she runs the blog, A Bewitching Guide to All Things Halloween, which is dedicated to everything Halloween related. Roxanne’s sells handcrafted jewelry, art, and home decor through The Bewitching Cauldron.

When not reading or writing, Roxanne loves to craft, plan Halloween adventures, and search for unique vintage finds.

Joe Schipani is an integral part of Flint’s Art Community with ties to local artists, galleries, book stores, and the Flint Cultural Center. He is the Executive Director of the Flint Public Art Project and the FFAR Project Assistant at the Community Foundation of Greater Flint.

He has a weekly column on All Things Halloween titled Freaky Flint History showcasing true crime and weird but true tales of Flint deaths.

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Saturday, November 16, 2019

Cover Reveal-Pumpkins and Party Themes: 50 DIY Designs to Bring Your Halloween by Roxanne Rhoads




Pumpkins and Party Themes
50 DIY Designs to Bring Your Halloween Extravaganza to Life
By Roxanne Rhoads

Paperback: 176 pages

Publisher: Skyhorse 

Release Date: August 4, 2020

ISBN-10: 1510751165

ISBN-13: 978-1510751163

Bring your Halloween party theme to life with these quick tips and tricks!

Pumpkins and Party Themes features ten unique party themes with five do-it-yourself pumpkin designs for each theme. The pumpkin projects have a variety of decorating ideas that include carving, painting, and mixed media craftiness and easy-to-follow steps on each creation. Author Roxanne Rhoads also includes quick ideas on how to bring the theme to life through décor, costumes, and activities. These fun party themes range from gothic elegance to Edgar Allan Poe, under the sea, let's get literary, and more!

With beautiful full-color images to illustrate the tools needed, steps to follow, and final products, this book makes for the perfect gift for Halloween enthusiasts and party hosts alike!


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Thursday, November 14, 2019

The Underground by Roxanne Bland #PNR #UrbanFantasy



- If you were not a writer what would you be doing (or alternatively, what is your “day” job if you do both)?

Well, I’m a journalist so I write for a living. For my day job, I certainly don’t write about things I’d like to write about but at least I’m writing. And there are some upsides. I work from home, so my morning commute is about 20 feet down the hallway to my office. My position with the magazine is self-directed, and within the parameters of the magazine’s focus, I can write about anything I want—I very rarely get “assignments.” The best part is there’s no boss micromanaging me. I have deadlines and as long as they’re met, everything’s cool. So if I couldn’t write my novels, I can live with working my present day job.

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

“Welcome to the War Zone.” I’m one of those people whose outsides look just fine but whose insides are bubbling and seething like a pot of soup about to boil. Writing helps with that.

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Marketing. I’m an indie so the entire marketing burden falls on my shoulders. Of course, it’s not necessarily different for traditionally published authors—unless you’re a brand name like Nora Roberts or James Patterson, the author’s marketing budget will be a pittance, and he’ll be lucky to get anything at all. Anyway, marketing, well, I’m not the sales-y type. I’m shy so in live situations, like at a convention, it’s difficult for me to strike up a conversation with a potential customer, which means I’m terrible at hand-selling my books. Reviews are a critical part of marketing, and trying to persuade readers to write a review for your book is like pulling teeth. Or, you can chase after bloggers and such, but it’s a time-consuming, tedious effort, and doesn’t pan out about 80% of the time. And goodness knows marketing can get really expensive! I would love to be able to afford for someone to do all that for me. As it is, I have a hard time balancing marketing activities with writing. But it has to be done.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

 Being able to let my imagination roam. Imagination can take you everywhere, I think it was Einstein who said that. In my imagination, I’ve been to distant planets, met and made friends with fabulous aliens, traveled through wormholes to galaxies millions of light-years away and stepped into alternate universes where everything I know is turned upside down. I’ve visited the quantum world, where I was put into superposition so I was alive and dead at the same time. I’ve learned that paranormals—shapeshifters, vampires, and the like aren’t so very scary, they have different needs than I do but most of us just want the same things, to enjoy what we have and be at peace. And don’t let those stupid princes tell you otherwise—dragons are really cool but they don’t suffer fools gladly. Can you tell which world I’d rather live in?

- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?

I have only one favorite author and if I ever met him, it would be at a séance and yes indeed, I’d be star struck. Edgar Allan Poe.

- What book changed your life?

There isn’t one. Or even two. At least not yet. When I read, I’m not looking for life-changing experiences but life-enhancing experiences. My life is enhanced by reading. I learn things, see and understand different points of view, and more.

- What were your some of favorite books growing up?

Oh, my…there are so many. Well, besides Poe’s works, I read just about all of Agatha Christie’s books. And there was one book, The Way Things Work, that I read over and over.

- What books are currently in your to be read pile?

My to-be-read pile is about 2-3 feet high. I don’t read a great deal of non-fiction, but there’s one book titled The Templar Revelation that should be good. And a non-fiction book titled Somebody’s on the Moon. That’ll be fun.

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?

My preference is print books but ebooks can’t be beat when traveling. In another life I used to travel a lot for my job and ereaders didn’t exist. I’d have a backpack with 6, 7 paperbacks and carrying all that weight around, especially when you coupled it with my other luggage, got real old real fast. I’ve never tried an audiobook. It really doesn’t have much appeal since the sound of human voices distracts me and ultimately irritates me. I’m willing to give it a try, though. Someday.

- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Maybe I’m tooting my own horn, but I’d like to live in The Underground’s world. It’s an unforgiving world, true, but so is ours. So it really wouldn’t be that much different. And of course I’d hang out with the paranormals. That is, if they’d have me!


The Underground
Roxanne Bland

Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy/
Romance/Science Fiction Hybrid

Publisher: Blackrose Press

Date of Publication: Oct. 1, 2019

ISBN: 9780996731621 (print)
ISBN: 9780996731638 (electronic)
ASIN: B07X6RRL5B

Number of pages: 376
Word Count: 100,261

Cover Artist: Zelena

Tagline: There’s no room for morals when survival is at stake.

Book Description:

In an alternate Seattle, communities of “exotics”—shapeshifters, witches, elves and vampires—live among the murderous human population and are ruled over by the cruel vampire Master, Kurt.

The powerful alpha male of the werewolf pack, Parker Berenson, is one of the Master’s enslaved servants and he would like nothing more than to hasten the downfall of the vampire overlord who stole his love, the beautiful mage Garrett Larkin.

But in a night city already on the razor’s edge—in the midst of a spate of bloody murders—Parker’s passionate encounter with a stunning interstellar assassin could upset the very delicate balance and ignite a war neither exotics nor humans can survive

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Excerpt:

CHAPTER 1    

“Stay human. Stay human. Stay human.”
Parker Berenson, alpha of Seattle’s werewolf pack, slammed the door to his aging brown Chevrolet Caprice. “Stay human. Stay human.” Hands clenched into fists, his feet pounded the icy pavement leading from the driveway to his blue-gray stucco house. Though the February fourth night was unusually bitter and he wore neither overcoat nor jacket, he didn’t feel cold. Sweat streamed down his face and neck. His white dress shirt was soaked, as were his trousers. Tiny tendrils of steam rising from his muscular shoulders made him look as if he were smoldering.
His wolf’s hard push against the mental bonds that held him inside their shared body and mind made Parker stumble. Fuck staying human. I want out! he roared.
Regaining his balance, he ignored his beast as best he could and kept walking. “Stay human. Just stay human.”
I’m—
“At least wait until we get inside,” he said through his teeth.
The porch light was out again, but Parker could see by the streetlamps’ ambient glow. He shoved his key into the front door lock and gave it a savage twist. The bolt didn’t move. Using more pressure, he tried again and nearly snapped the key in two. “Open, you sonofa…” he muttered, jiggling the key in its slot.
That’s it, his wolf snarled and gave another hard mental shove. Tear the sucker off—
“No!”
The key finally turned. Parker threw the door open, stormed over the threshold, then banged the door shut.
One day, I swear-to-God, I’m gonna kill that—
“You and me both.” He leaned against the door, panting. “Now calm down, will you? Calm—”
Calm down? After what he did to us tonight? Again? Calm down my—
“Shut up. We need a drink.”
I don’t need a drink. I need—
“Shut up, I said.”
His wolf didn’t reply. That was a good sign.
Parker strode away from the small patch of faux-slate tiles that served as a tiny foyer. The room he marched across comprised nearly all of the main level. White walls supported glass and metal sculptures with jagged edges sharp enough to carve a holiday roast. These stood in stark contrast to the rest of the sparse furnishings—the clean, straight lines and ninety-degree angles formed by industrial-grade steel pipe. The black leather cushions on the sofa and chairs did little to soften the interior’s threatening appearance.
The decor wasn’t pretty but it had its uses. The lack of furniture allowed enough space for all of his wolves to sit when the pack met at his place. And in case his neighbors discovered what he was and decided to do something about it, the wall hangings and furniture could be broken into makeshift but lethal weapons.
Parker headed for the freestanding bar about twenty feet away. He grabbed the jumbo-sized Jack Daniel’s bottle from the counter and then snatched a double shot glass from a nearby rack. Pouring the glass full, he drank it in one gulp, ignoring the liquid fire searing his throat. He tossed down two more shots.
After his fourth drink, he felt at least some of the tension leave his shoulders. Holding the glass in two large, strong, and trembling—but very human—hands, he set it down on the upper counter. Leaning against the marble, he closed his eyes. “Okay. We’re okay now. Right?”
His wolf remained silent. Another good sign. The last thing he wanted was to morph into his other, a gargantuan man-wolf eight feet tall. A forced morph was triggered in werewolves by the full moon and sometimes, like now, by powerful emotions. And the greater the size differences between the human and were selves, the more agonizing the change. Parker-the-human stood six feet, six inches tall in his stocking feet. Morphing into his eight-foot were hurt like a knife-wielding bitch.
Parker had been just about to let out a sigh of relief when he caught a whiff of cologne clinging to his shirt. It wasn’t his. He ripped the still-wet shirt off and threw it across the room. His broad, hairy chest heaving with anger, he watched the discarded garment land in a crumpled heap about ten feet away.
No, we’re not okay, his wolf growled. Human, when are you going to wake up and smell the blood? That bastard is driving us insane.
“That bastard” was Kurt, the vampire Master. Old and extremely formidable, Kurt extended preternatural protection from Seattle’s human horde to just about every exotic—zot—that lived there. The smell Parker had picked up was the vampire’s favorite scent.
He poured a fifth shot of whiskey into the glass. “Quit calling me ‘human.’ Besides, what do you suggest we do about it? We’re Kurt’s servant. Bound to him by blood. Day or night, he calls, we come, and then we do whatever he wants.” He downed his drink and grimaced. “Like we’re his damned dog or something.”
His wolf’s anger surged. Guess you like it, huh? Like this, maybe? A mental picture flashed in their shared mind’s eye, one Parker would rather not have seen. Kurt’s grinning face was poised above him. He heard the seductive whispering in his ear and felt the sweet ecstasy of fangs piercing his flesh.
Parker’s face reddened. “You think I wanted to go down to Kurt’s nightclub tonight?” he shouted. “You think I wanted his hands on me? No. You know what he does. Takes over my mind and twists my head around until I’m practically begging for it.” He tossed down a sixth shot. “And while he’s doing it I sure don’t feel you trying to stop him.”
That’s bull and you know it.
“Shut up.” He poured himself an seventh shot and drained it, which was followed by an eighth. But Jack wasn’t doing the job. The humiliating images of what had happened to him and his wolf in Kurt’s office beneath the vampire’s Last Chance nightclub refused to fade.
Parker gripped the shot glass harder. His blood pressure skyrocketed. Rivers of sweat burst from his pores and ran down his face and chest. His wolf’s snarling inside their shared mind swelled into a howl. He started grinding his teeth, a sure sign he was going into a forced morph.
“Oh, shrrit!”





About the Author:

Award-winning author Roxanne Bland was born in the shadows of the rubber factory smokestacks in Akron, Ohio but grew up in Washington, D.C. As a child, she spent an inordinate amount of time prowling the museums of the Smithsonian Institution and also spent an inordinate amount of time reading whatever books she could get her hands on, including the dictionary. A self-described “fugitive from reality,” she has always colored outside the lines and in her early years of writing, saw no reason why a story couldn’t be written combining the genres she loved and did so despite being told it wasn’t possible. Today, she writes stories that are hybrids of paranormal urban fantasy, romance, and science fiction. Enamored of Great Danes, she has been owned by several and lives in Maryland with her current owner, Daisy Mae.







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Life at 12 College Road by Eric Mondschein


Life at 12 College Road
Eric Mondschein

Genre: Memoir

Publisher: Something or Other Publishing, LLC
              
Date of Publication: November 15, 2013

ISBN: 0984693831
ASIN: B00MH94J22

Number of pages: 224
Word Count: 49,000

Book Description:

It's not always the earth-shattering events that are most significant in our hectic lives. More often, it's the small things, many long forgotten, that touch and shape us most deeply.

Our memories of these events might bring smiles, or anger, or even a desire to forget. But every one of them helps to make us who we are today-and in some ways, who we will become tomorrow.

Join Eric Mondschein at the unhurried pace of a cup of coffee for a surprising and powerful journey in which laughter inevitably mingles with tears, sorrow turns to joy, and loss almost becomes bearable.

                                                                      
                        

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Chapter 3 SATURDAY MORNINGS
                                                                                                  
On Saturday mornings, my brother and I would get up very early—unreasonably early, you might say. We would then steal downstairs, ever so stealthily, so as not to wake up Mom or Dad. Mostly it was Dad we did not want to rouse.
Once downstairs, we’d head to the den and the only thing on was The Modern Farmer. As I think about it today, I guess it was not so modern after all. Times have changed—but I digress.
Like clockwork, we would take our places. Jeff would nestle on the couch and cover himself with the blanket he’d carried downstairs. I would head for the big, overstuffed brown chair (which was really more than a chair, but that’s another story), sliding under the autumn-colored quilt that Mom would always place there.
As we settled in, we turned our attention to the man on the screen. In his white shirt and dark skinny tie, he’d break down, for the nation’s early risers, the latest cutting-edge techniques for planting saplings or eradicating insects. Of course, we had no clue what he was talking about. But we certainly acted like we did.
But all of this was just prelude, because the main show started at six: The Mighty Mouse Playhouse. We loved that mouse and how he would, as the cartoon so accurately claimed, “come to save the day!” We would lose ourselves in his pretend world, where the bad guys were always vanquished and help always came just in the nick of time. A world, I think, that even grown-ups sometimes wish was real.
We would watch our caped rodent hero with the sound turned down so low we could barely hear it, always with an ear out, listening for those footstepsever got to see a Mighty Mouse episode all the way through, for sure enough, we would eventually hear the dreaded stirrings above.
Frozen into place, we waited as the sound of each step brought our adversary closer to the den.
Clop, clop. On the stairs now.
Clop. Clop. Clop. Louder and closer.
And then . . . the footsteps would stop. Without looking, we knew Dad was now standing in the doorway. He was not a big man, being of average height and weight. But even with the glasses he wore, we saw him as quite formidable. Especially when that forceful voice of his, tinged with impatience, was directed at us. We knew exactly what he was going to say, too: “What are you boys watching? Turn that junk off now!”
We’d always answer with the same plea: “Daaaad, it’s not junk! It’s Mighty Mouse, and he’s come to save the day!”
Dad would look at us as if we were completely nuts. He’d shake his head, mumble that it was going to rot our brains, and tell us to get dressed. Appar- ently, there were things to do.
Perhaps if he had awakened earlier and caught us watching The Modern Farmer, things would have been different. Dad never did grasp the cosmic import ofMighty Mouse . . . or cartoons for that matter.


About the Author:

Dr. Eric S. Mondschein has taught law and education and published and edited numerous articles and books in the field. He has worked for the US government in various capacities and directed an award-winning education program for New York. He was awarded the American Bar Association's Award of Excellence in Law Related Education. He served as an advisor for an international NGO in Haifa, Israel, in external affairs, security, government relations, and human rights. He also served as the citizen representative of The Post Star editorial board in 2009 and 2018.

He is the author of Life at 12 College Road published by Something or Other Publishing, which is a collection of short stories about growing up in America in the 1950s and 60s. He is also the co-author with Ellery M. ‘Rick’ Miller Jr. of Sexual Harassment and Bullying; Similar, But Not The Same, and an accompanying Teaching Supplement published by the Education Law Association in 2015.

He currently resides in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York with his wife, Ginny. They have two grown children Adam and Emily, a son in law, Kamal, a daughter in law, Yaani, and grandchildren, Annie, Nathanael, and Eli.






Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Top Ten Items You Need to Survive the End of the World: A Post-Apocalyptic Checklist by Jeremiah Franklin





1. Water. Once the grid goes down, basic services like water treatment facilities are going to shut down as well. Without drinkable water, it takes only a few days before your kidneys and other vital internal organs begin to fail, and no more than a week before you are dead. In an apocalyptic scenario like Dark Tomorrow: Cult of the Crow, having access to clean water is absolutely the difference between life and death.

2. Shotgun. When the SHTF, people are going to panic, and panic leads to chaos, and chaos leads to violence. You can have access to all of the potable water left on the planet, but it will do you no good if you can’t defend what is yours. Other weapons might do the job, but few firearms beat a 12-gauge Mossberg 500 when it comes to close-quarters combat and home defense. 

3. Ammunition. The shotgun’s no good without ammo. Some quality 00 buckshot cartridges and a steady trigger-finger should get the job done.

4. Knife. Quite possibly the most useful tool in any survival scenario, a knife can be used for a variety of needs, including shelter construction, hunting, food preparation, and self-defence. Not to mention that pretty much everyone looks badass with a foot-long bowie knife hanging from their hip.

5. Food. A person can live for up to three weeks without food, but in a chaotic, post-apocalyptic scenario, you are going to need to be at the top of your game, and you will definitely want to secure food as soon as possible. 

6. Fire-Starter. Whether it’s a lighter, matches, or steel wool and a 9-volt battery, you are going to need a method to build a fire. Fire not only will serve to cook food and deliver light as needed, it will also provide much needed warmth and comfort when every single night is a challenge to stay alive. 

7. First-Aid Kit. When you have psychotic survivors like the Cult of the Crow roaming the streets, killing for fun, it’s good to have some medical supplies hanging around.

8. Cord/Rope. Use it to climb, build shelters, make traps, and subdue enemies as needed. A long-term survival necessity.

9. Bolt-Cutters. Sometimes the difference between life and death can be something as simple as a padlock barring your path. When others are locked out, use the bolt cutters to access abandoned buildings and investigate once off-limit areas that may give you a survival advantage.

10. Backpack.  At the end of the world, only those who can quickly move and adapt to new surrounding are going to survive. Whether you call it a bug-out bag, survival pack, or whatever, when it’s time to get mobile, you’ll need something on your back to carry your gear. 




Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the Crow
Dark Tomorrow
Book Two
Jeremiah Franklin
                                              
Genre: Science Fiction/Post-apocalyptic
                                     
Publisher: Month9Books

Date of Publication: November 12, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-948671-95-8
ASIN: B07W4XJSSB

Number of pages: 304

Cover Artist: Danielle Doolittle

Book Description:

Kill or be killed is the new normal for Sawyer, Sara, and the survivors of the deadly virus that has all but annihilated the human race.

With the death of Sara’s father and the disappearance of the strange boy known as Mason, the teens are left reeling, but alongside the enigmatic ex-Marine, Edward, they soon forge an alliance with a collection of young survivors led by the sage and charismatic Kai.

Nevertheless, when their new companions begin to mysteriously disappear, the group is once again thrown into a desperate struggle for survival, where only the most cunning and relentless will prevail.

Ultimately, among whispers of top-secret military bunkers, lost gold, and a shadowy group known as the Cult of the Crow, Sawyer and Sara must face the grim realization that death and betrayal lurks in every corner, and when it comes to the end of the world--nothing is what it seems.

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Sawyer leveled the shotgun at the nearest set of bushes, but just as he was about to begin the countdown, there was the faintest sound of a gun cocking, and suddenly the thick brush ahead of him erupted in a hail of gunfire. Sawyer had once heard his father say that sometimes in war all you can hope for is to “return fire and pray,” but with bullets flying only inches past his body, there was no time to talk with God. Instead, he dropped to one knee and squeezed the trigger as fast as he could, pumping three rounds of double-zero buckshot into the brush.

He heard a shriek of pain and a low groan as the last round of buckshot tore through the bushes, but there was no time to breathe easy. The boy looked back at the cliff behind him and grit his teeth. There was no question that Sawyer had been born with luck on his side, but even he knew that he could not hope to survive another volley of gunshots at such close range. He could hear movement in the brush, and with only one bad option left on the table, Sawyer emptied the last three rounds from the shotgun into the bushes, swallowed hard, and leapt off the edge of the cliff.

About the Author:

Jeremiah Franklin is a former private investigator, arm-chair survivalist, and author of the Dark Tomorrow trilogy. When he is not creating thrilling post-apocalyptic worlds, or discussing himself in the third person, the author enjoys reading, staying active, and spending time outdoors with family and friends. He holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, a Master’s Degree in Education, and several other certifications that no one really cares about. He lives, writes, and plays in beautiful central Oregon, USA.









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Tuesday, November 12, 2019

New Release - Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the Crow by Jeremiah Franklin

**** Kill or be killed is the new normal for Sawyer, Sara, and the survivors of the deadly virus that has all but annihilated the human race. ****



Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the Crow
Dark Tomorrow
Book Two
Jeremiah Franklin
                                              
Genre: Science Fiction/Post-apocalyptic
                                     
Publisher: Month9Books

Date of Publication: November 12, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-948671-95-8
ASIN: B07W4XJSSB

Number of pages: 304

Cover Artist: Danielle Doolittle

Book Description:

Kill or be killed is the new normal for Sawyer, Sara, and the survivors of the deadly virus that has all but annihilated the human race.

With the death of Sara’s father and the disappearance of the strange boy known as Mason, the teens are left reeling, but alongside the enigmatic ex-Marine, Edward, they soon forge an alliance with a collection of young survivors led by the sage and charismatic Kai.

Nevertheless, when their new companions begin to mysteriously disappear, the group is once again thrown into a desperate struggle for survival, where only the most cunning and relentless will prevail.

Ultimately, among whispers of top-secret military bunkers, lost gold, and a shadowy group known as the Cult of the Crow, Sawyer and Sara must face the grim realization that death and betrayal lurks in every corner, and when it comes to the end of the world--nothing is what it seems.

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About the Author:

Jeremiah Franklin is a former private investigator, arm-chair survivalist, and author of the Dark Tomorrow trilogy. When he is not creating thrilling post-apocalyptic worlds, or discussing himself in the third person, the author enjoys reading, staying active, and spending time outdoors with family and friends. He holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, a Master’s Degree in Education, and several other certifications that no one really cares about. He lives, writes, and plays in beautiful central Oregon, USA.