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Hello fellow readers and writers. Mike Jones here. I’m the author of The New Kent Chronicles, a fun action and adventure, middle grade, science fiction / fantasy series.

I’ve just published The Magical Prison of Middle Park on Smashwords. It’s available as a free download. Feel free to check it out and if you get the chance, I’d really appreciate a review or any general advice at all. I’ll take all the advice I can get. 😀

Thank you all for your love and support. Here’re the link and blurb. Check it out. 😀

Sending good vibes your way.✌️📕🖋

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/752174

A deadly dungeon. An evil wizard …

12-year-old Sammy Nichols must face both if he wants to get his puppy back.

He must team up with Bart Baker, caretaker of the Magical Prison, if he’s to defeat the prison’s dangerous defenses and rescue his puppy, Elizabeth Bennet.

If they fail, the prison’s sole occupant—Lord Durga—will escape and wreak havoc on the world again.

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Chapter 1

The young girl stumbled into the street in a daze. She looked back into the ruins, and tears sprang to her eyes was she realized that her last ties to the old world were gone. She would have to go back though. If only to give her father a decent burial. Anything to keep a shred of humanity intact. She went back in, and the tears flowed freely. She had been but 10 when the aliens, no Others, had come. At least now she had a chance. Maybe she could find survivors. Or a safe place, free from the now irradiated cities. Or she could end it here and now. Her choice, and as she picked up the gun she thought about what she had done with her life. And she put down the gun. As she gathered supplies into the bag, she tuned out her grief. Mostly. She would carry this weight with her for her entire life, but she would continue. Fort her father. She picked up her gun, and left.
Please critique, politely please.

Prolouge
Who knew. The preppers had been right. He shuddered. If only he had listened. They had their little prices of civilization left, but he had not been willing to spend any money. He grimaces at the thought. Money... bit of metal and strips of paper, worth nothing in the brave new world after they came. They were called many things but he would never grace them with a name. At most aliens, but after 2 years and six billion deaths it wouldn't do to call them that. He hoped they would burn in hell. That was the last thing he ever thought.

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This is more like short stories, but whatever.
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