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Hi I am looking for people to give an honest review of my first Epic Fantasy Novel (6 book series)  called The Aldaya Series. I am a brand new Indie Author. I have the PDF of the book. This book has been professionally edited already. Would anyone be interested in reviewing my book? If so Please input your information here http://bit.ly/TE4cWG and I will send you out the manuscript right away. I  can provide you with a  e-book copy once the book is launched  + the series Hi-Res wallpaper for your computer. SYNOPSIS: On an ancient planet within our galaxy, a dark and fearsome terror has awoken from its long slumber. Its task is to work quietly from the unseen, spreading dissent through the vulnerable territories of the free races; weakening them for its master. By a chance meeting, it comes across a young girl in the swampy and mist choked lands of Endmoor. Her name is Mim, and the pairing of her platinum hair and violet eyes has not been seen since the Great War 1,000 years earlier; and has attracted unwanted attention. Knowing it hunts her, Mim flees and starts on a journey that takes her far across the Great Isle of Aldaya; the only landmass that now sits above the waves. Unbeknownst to her, she is the key to unraveling the darkness that is falling over the Great Isle; an emptiness that threatens to swallow not only Aldaya, but the Sphere as well, and all its futures to come. Thank you- John Swan
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It worked this time. But, I'm also on a computer, not on my phone. Perhaps that makes a huge difference. :)
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T.D. Wilson

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My Interview with NYT Best Selling Author Jim Butcher
Today, I'm continuing my interview series with my favorite authors.  This time around it's New York Times Best Selling Author, Jim Butcher.  I have been a huge fan of The Dresden Files since the first book, Storm Front, was p...
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Tom Tinney

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Not sure how many of you write Short Stories to fill the time (and stir the brain) between efforts on your novels, but I do it regularly. A friend pointed me to a site called "Wattpad" and it seems like a place to drop your stories and build brand recognition. Anyone else have experience with the site or comments? Also, there is quite a library of shorts and evolving long stories by other authors to peruse
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The author Paul White  Say's.....
'Hey, I have added a 'SHOWCASE' page to my website....why not take a look'?
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Have a look of the HORIZON...............
It will kindle your emotion,
reduce commotion,
and start Introspection...............

#introspection  
#contemplation  
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#OpenScienceSharing:
Are you interested in glucoamylase production? Let’s check it out.

In the present study, we report on the production of glucoamylase by Aspergillus awamori NRRL-356 under solid-state fermentation (SSF). A range of different agricultural by-products such as corn cobs, bagasse, soybean meal, wheat straw, wheat bran and mustard cake were evaluated. Ungrinded wheat straw at a level of 10g in 250 ml Erlenmeyer flasks was evaluated as the superlative substrate.
Full free article:
http://www.openscienceonline.com/journal/archive2?journalId=704&paperId=339&utm_source=plusgoogle

Production of Glucoamylase from Aspergillus Awamori Nrrl-356 using 2-Factorial Plackett-Burman Design
American Journal of Biology and Life Sciences
Vol.2 , No. 2, April 2014
Publisher: Open Science
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Hey, ladies and gents! I have a colleague that I want to support. Ginger has been a university professor for 25 years, but she decided to break out of academia by reaching out to the writers of the world. She is setting up one of her first class offerings: Elements of Novel and Memoir.

She asked me if this was something people would likely be interested in. I'm just a reviewer, so I'm turning to the writers to get answers for her. Is this something you'd be interested in?
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Thanks Grace :) 
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Our most diverse Buck Books sale EVER is happening tomorrow! If you're a fan of any type of fiction, you'll want to stop by. Subscribe to the newsletter and get alerted the second it all begins! #ebooks #99centbooks  
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Happy Father's Day! What did you read with your dad back in the day?
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I read about World Cup at dawn: Angentine VS Bosnia, its not a book that we read but it sure came a lot of picture in my mind...
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A fabulous guest post from author Wilmar Luna: What do your characters REALLY want?
One of the big questions that often come up when writing a new novel boils down to one simple word. “Why?”
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I agree with your analysis.  Most of the independent novels I've read have made me ask "why"?  If someone would just write a short story, I could have a quick method of eliminating the onerous garbage.
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I just wrote a new blurb for my book, but I am not the best with commas etc.  Any experts out there?

Tobias Blackwood did not believe the ancient legends of Japan that spoke of shape-shifting foxes known as kitsune.  Then he stumbled upon Matsuri, who believed in him.

Fresh out of college at age twenty-two, Tobias has always held a deep interest and love for Japanese culture.  Now he’s got his chance five thousand miles away from home and family teaching English to Elementary School students in Kyoto, Japan.  There are just a few problems:  he is easily claustrophobic, he does not like raw fish and he speaks almost no Japanese. 

Tobias would already be in over his head without the help of Michiko, his translator- his host family, the Yoshidas and his friend from New Zealand, John Tell.  With their help, Tobias hopes to overcome his own limitations and finally overcome his culture shock. 

That swiftly changes when he met Matsuri guarding a gateway to the reality of legendary creatures who hide in plain sight among the ordinary lives of Japanese people.  Tobias must now contend with the dangers which lurk in the shadows around him in creatures borne from Japanese legend.  What awaits Tobias as he undertakes this adventure and unlocks the deeper and darker secrets lying beyond Japan’s yawning tori gates?
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Thanks!
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Jeff McArthur

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I just made my first announcement of my book that will be coming out in the autumn.  I'd like to get your input about the look of it, particularly the font.  Though this has already gone out, I'll be doing plenty more like this in the weeks to come, so whatever feedback I get here will help with the rest of my promotions.

Thanks!
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Thanks, guys!  Totally see what you mean and I'll probably be fixing that before the next send.  Really appreciate the input! :)
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 *Taxi*
A short story, (Flash Fiction) by Paul White

The yellow cab swung up to the curb and stopped, in a perfect position for me to simply open the door and jump in. It’s nice when the driver does that; when you do not even have to take half a step from where you were standing.

Today I was even more grateful than I usually would have been for this small, inconsequential act. Because today an oppressive grey sky sagged over the Manhattan skyscrapers, flooding the ravines between those concrete and glass cliffs with a consistent torrent of icy rain.

The cabs seat was damp. In fact everything was damp, my suit, my shoes, and my face. Even my mood was damp.

How was it possible that for all the work, all the effort, the late nights and early mornings I had put into this project could be dismissed on a whim? How could they just drop it like that? Inside I was furious.
So I was going to the bar. I was going to have a drink, a few drinks, quite a few drinks. To be honest I was going to get myself shitfaced, stagger home and throw up over the cat. Only I did not have a cat, so the rug would have to suffice.

The cab driver had been constantly jabbering on about something, football, baseball, the weather? Maybe about his sex life, and how he liked to cross dress and be called Mandy, but only on a Thursday night. I was so obsessed with my own depressive state that I had been totally oblivious to everything he had said during the short journey to Soho.

All I recall is the drone of his voice and the squish of the tyres in the background of my thoughts, an accompanying the melody to my woes. I paid, got out the cab and walked into the bar.

And that was it. That is all I recall of last night.

This morning however presented itself with the evidence of drunkenness and debauchery.

When I awoke and staggered to the bathroom, for a morning pee, the cat ran across the room. The cat I don’t have….didn’t have yesterday. It fur was matted and stank of stale vomit. That smell was slightly, only slightly less gross than the odour emanating from the bed sheets, which were piled to one side in a tussled heap.

When I returned, intending to clamber back into bed and sleep my hangover off, I noticed a leg, a long, lithe female leg poking out from under the pile of bedding.

Oh shit. Oh shit. What did I do? Did we have sex? Of course we did. Two drunk people in bed naked, wasn’t it inevitable? What would Anne say if she found out I fucked someone else? The engagement would be off that was for sure. But did we fuck? Was I too drunk? Was she? Who the hell was she? Where did she come from? I knew I was panicking.

But I was not panicking as much right then as I was when I pulled the sheet back and found that this leg belonged to a dead body. A blood covered body of a young blond girl. Oh fuck, oh fucking fuckerty fuck.

My heart was pounding, trying to escape from my chest by smashing through my ribs. My hangover had miraculously abated and had been replaced by a spinning sensation in my brain, and a sickening pain in my stomach.

The one good thing about losing the hangover so fast, and gaining some semblance of clarity, was that I realised that it was not my cat. I had not puked over the cat I never had. This was not my apartment.
I dressed as quickly as possible, still forcing my feet into my shoes and zipping my fly, as I grabbed my briefcase from the chest top and left that room as fast as I could. Trying to walk calmly, just in case anybody saw me leaving.

Walking few streets away, so to be far from that gruesome scene as possible, I hailed a cab.

The yellow cab swung up to the curb and stopped, in a perfect position for me to simply open the door and jump in. It’s nice when the driver does that; when you do not even have to take half a step from where you were standing.

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political intrigue striving woman spy thriller, Tsunami Connection, introduces a new niche writer to the spy thriller genre.
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