My new short story/novelette in the Agora Society series:
A string of thefts ends in a grisly murder. Certain evidence leads Captain Barnwell to suspect a former thief, Rutherford Nordlinger as the culprit. Carl Brooke becomes personally involved as Nordlinger’s guilt is questioned.
In the style of Arthur Conan Doyle, CJ Martin brings back the Agora Society and its premiere scholar, Carl Brooke. This is the second in the Agora Series, the first being, Two Tocks before Midnight.
That’s one of my problems. I have too many pots cooking.
I have books, ebooks, iPhone apps, physical products, and websites that all need my attention. To make matters worse, I went in several directions at once with my writing. I have the Agora Series, the Temporal Series, the Tanaka Series–as well as a new children’s book series about a Messianic Jewish boy detective. It’s all fun, but being spread out so makes it hard for any one series to get any traction. Each series speaks to a totally different audience.
That being said, I am thrilled The Penitent Thief is finished. I actually started this story over two years ago. I had to do a reality check on our finances and for the past year and a half, I really haven’t done much writing. After the first of the year, I returned to writing and The Penitent Thief was the first fruits.
I’m even more thrilled about The Penitent Thief’s first review:
5.0 out of 5 stars “My hands instinctively gripped my knees and I bowed my head down to the carriage floor. It was pure shock, those words…” March 5, 2015Format:Kindle Edition|Verified PurchaseThis author has it going as to short historical mysteries modeled on the works of Arthur Conan Doyle with a compelling story line, great mix of characters and a superb finish that had me guessing! I’m going to have to go back and grab “Two Tocks Before Midnight” as well which was the first book in the Agora Society series just as soon as I finish reading “Tanaka and the Yakuza’s Daughter” since I’ve got that one waiting for me in my archives. My newest favorite author – great stuff!
I’m simply floored.
Thank you, Mr. Kidwell!
“How many of them, boy?”
The old man’s eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open as if still in the process of releasing his last word. Sam couldn’t tell if it was from fear or simply the anticipation of the moment.
Sam gripped the metal pipe he was holding tightly and closed his own eyes to shut out the world around him. Patterns soon emerged within his mind that represented Nephloc—the dark creatures under the enemy’s control.
“Three—no, four,” Sam said, opening his eyes and turning to Marcus who was not twelve inches away. “And they are closing in fast.”
Seeing a burgeoning smile, Sam determined the wide eyes were revealing anticipation and not fear.
Sam looked down from the rafters upon which they were hiding and watched as Suteko walked casually around a chair on the floor below. She wore her long, silky hair back in a ponytail. Her clothes were loose to enable quick and varied movements. Hidden under the belt around the small of her back was a bamboo nunchaku. She was dressed for battle.
She was the bait.
It was Marcus’ plan, and Sam had been dead set against it. He had finally found Suteko, and the best plan they could come up with was to have the woman of his dreams become the lure to entice the Nephloc—waking nightmares—into a trap.
But it was the Temporal’s only hope; they had no knowledge of the enemy’s plan and they desperately needed intelligence. All they knew was the Nephloc would be coming and that meant opportunity.
Brushing Sam’s fears aside, Suteko understood this was their best chance to gain information, and she willingly submitted to the plan. Kaileen—the presumed leader of the Nephloc—was on the move, always one step ahead of the Temporal. No one would be safe until she was stopped. If they could just get some hint of her location, this whole matter could be behind them; Sam and Suteko could have a life together.
The call-out by Marcus was answered by fewer than he had hoped. Many Temporal, individualistic by nature, had not been fond of the idea. Others understood the danger and were arranging transportation. The timetable varied for those planning to come. Some were willing to leave immediately. Others required weeks to settle local accounts. They were, after all, about to assume a new name and a new life.
Ian Cooke and Catherine Porras were the first to arrive in Washington DC. Even before Marcus’ invite, they were intent on paying the old man a visit. While nothing concrete had happened, both Ian and Catherine had experienced a number of strange parallel dreams. Consulting Marcus in person seemed appropriate. Hearing of the threat only solidified their decision.
But they were not without their disagreements. Ian had a complicated past with both Suteko and Marcus, and Catherine was unstable and highly suspicious of Suteko’s motivations.
Ian and Catherine’s dreams and visions had been filled with dark creatures. These evil beings were searching for something. After some discussion, they both agreed that the object of the enemy’s attention was Suteko. From this interpretation, the current plan was decided upon.
In their visions, Ian and Catherine had both been shown a specific location. They were certain the attack would take place there. They had no address, but both had a vague sense of the area and felt they could find it.
Marcus consulted with President Brad Gardner who sent Lieutenant Scott Harrison. Harrison worked in close liaison with the Pentagon and the Secret Service as a facilitator, someone who organized meetings and had the authority to make what needed to happen, happen.
Following Ian and Catherine’s instructions and making ample use of Google Maps, they soon discovered the location. Remembering their visions, they immediately recognized the outside of the house. When they stepped inside, the interior was exactly like their dreams, as well. Only their guide, Lieutenant Harrison, was surprised to discover the house was actually a Secret Service safe house; the others nodded as if some intricate puzzle had been solved.
With its few rooms and exposed rafters, the building was more of a cabin than a house. It sat atop a small hill and was a good half mile away from the nearest neighbor. The north side of the hill had the lone access road and provided an unobstructed panoramic view—perfect for watching for intruders. But, of course, this may do little to hinder intruders of the supernatural kind.
The lieutenant was told that only Suteko would require lodging at that location. It wasn’t that Lieutenant Harrison was untrustworthy—he seemed to be of the highest moral character—but the Nephloc, through nefarious means, would somehow learn that Suteko would be alone in this place, and they wanted to plant as many seeds as possible to lead the enemy to that conclusion.
They had been waiting for over a week, each night careful to make it appear as though Suteko was alone and vulnerable.
And now, the time had finally come. Ian and Catherine’s visions had proved prophetic.
Up in the rafters, Sam shot a glance at Ian. His brow was crinkled and his narrow eyes burned with anger, waiting for the fight to begin—itching for the fight to begin.
Sam watched Ian’s right hand move into view. He was holding a fairly large knife. Next to Sam near the doorway, he saw Marcus gave Ian a most disapproving look. Ian, who was positioned in the middle of the room, ignored the old man and continued looking down upon Suteko and her chair. Ian licked his lips, eager for the fight to begin. Marcus had been insistent on capturing the Nephloc alive. As much as he respected Marcus, Sam was glad at least one of them had a weapon that could kill.
Ian had seemed quite taken aback by the dreams. Sam had noticed it. Ian gave Suteko more than a fair share of his attention. The subtle glances…the readiness to agree and take Suteko’s side no matter the context. While he certainly appreciated Ian’s concern and protection, Sam began to suspect Ian had more on his mind than simply preventing a nightmare from coming true.
It wasn’t that Ian was a bad guy. The first time they met, they seemed to have hit it off. But a few days later, Ian was a totally different person. Sam didn’t put it together at first, but it soon became obvious it had something to do with Suteko.
“Suteko.” Sam spoke in a voice just above a whisper. “Thirty seconds.” He had let the thoughts of recent events run too rampant. Sam had to get control of himself within the moment—anything but total success was unacceptable.
The old man, who was near Sam, asked, “Which direction?”
“They are circling the building,” Sam whispered, drawing his finger around before pointing at the window and then to the door.
Ian’s face hardened. His right hand squeezed a wooden beam a little too hard, sending bits of wood pulp to the floor. He was above and to the right of Suteko, about six feet from Marcus and Sam.
“Steady.” Marcus’ face was resolute, his voice little above a whisper. “Ian, watch the window. Sam and I will focus on the door. No talking.”
Ian and Sam nodded and concentrated their attention on their respective targets. Suteko sat down on the single wooden chair in the middle of the room. After glancing upward, she alternated her eyes between the curtained window and the solid oak door. Sam wondered how she could be so composed.
A screeching sound, like that of a barn owl, thundered nearby, causing the window to rattle.
Sam touched the old man’s shoulder and got his attention. He flashed out three fingers in the direction of the door and one at the window. The old man nodded, and Sam turned his attention back to the door.
A minute passed and Sam began to worry. He sensed the four creatures were just outside the door and window of this small cabin, but they were not moving.
Ian waved his hand in Marcus’ direction and then signed a silent question with his right hand. After reading the sign language, Marcus leaned over to Sam and whispered into his ear, “He’s asking what’s going on?”
“The Nephloc are outside the door and window, but they are just waiting for some reason.”
“Can you read their thoughts?” asked Marcus in a voice just over the hum of a nearby air vent.
After making sure his legs and arms were solidly on multiple beams, Sam closed his eyes and concentrated. He allowed his body to relax. Gray patterns, dark and unclear, floated before his closed eyes.
Out of the drab color, faces appeared and grew in detail. He began labeling the patterns. Doing so organized what he saw, preventing confusion. He saw Marcus, Ian, and Suteko. He noted Catherine’s pattern several hundred meters away. No doubt, she was watching and also listening to the echoes while waiting for the signal.
He turned his attention to the middle area just outside the small building, the area where the enemy waited. There, he saw four dark patterns that resisted his attempt to bring them into greater detail. He could see nothing more than gray shapes. Unlike the gray blocks that represented his friends, these shapes remained undefined and unknowable. The enemy was emitting some kind of barrier that prevented Sam from learning more.
It was like viewing a television channel that had been scrambled; he could see that something meaningful was there, but its content was a mystery. He had never encountered this kind of resistance and was unsure of its meaning. But he knew one thing: these creatures were their hunters, the Nephloc that had come to harm Suteko.
His anger burned enough to momentarily disrupt his concentration, but he soon had the indefinite shadows back into view. He saw no further detail, but he could at least monitor their movements.
As Sam quieted his mind, the nature of the information he was receiving from the four dark shapes changed. It all seemed meaningless—garbled data missing the beginning or the key portion that could unlock the overall meaning of the message. But it was information, and information meant intelligence.
Sam decided upon a different approach. He stopped trying to listen or view their thoughts as one would hear or read language. Instead, he attuned his senses to their hearts. These Nephloc had been well trained; they were masking their thoughts masterfully—or else, someone was masking their thoughts for them. They could not, however, hide their feelings, their pure evil intent.
There was something else that Sam sensed…fear. He still couldn’t hear their actual thoughts, but the meaning behind their thoughts was clear to him.
Sam whispered into Marcus’ ear, “They want confirmation Suteko is here and alone. They sense a trap.”
Suteko looked up at Marcus. He signed a message to her. She nodded and began singing, slowly and softly. It was a Japanese lullaby just loud enough to penetrate the door in front of her.
Mori no fukurō ga iimashita
Watashi wa mori no mihari yaku
Kowai ōkami, Kitsune nado
Kosasenai kara, nenne shina
Gorosuke ho- ho- Gorosuke ho-
Sam was enchanted by Suteko’s voice and the Japanese words, very few of which he understood. He knew it had something to do with an owl in the forest standing guard against terrible wolves and foxes. He knew the Nephloc were listening and were likewise interested in the sound. He just hoped they didn’t know about the owls watching and waiting for the foxes.
He began to see movement in the patterns and shapes on the map in his mind.
The Nephloc were responding to her voice. It was working.
Then, Sam’s muscles tightened. He could sense that they were counting down. Marcus and Ian looked to Sam as he held up five fingers and folded one for each second that passed.
He closed his fist. Suteko stopped singing.
Two loud bursts blasted from the direction of the window and door. There was an explosion. Shattered wood and glass fragments went flying into the air, showering the chair that Suteko had quickly vacated. Smoke poured in, bringing with it a bitter, acidic smell.
As the smoke cleared, they saw the door had splintered, but was mostly intact. A gloved hand punched through a large segment and pulled out enough of the wood for the Nephloc’s enormous frame to enter. The monster that came through was colossal, dark, and by any definition powerful.
Still up in the rafters, Sam’s first thought was they were trapped. The small cabin had two accesses to the outside and both were covered by the enemy. Something made him look down at Suteko—her face unyielding and stance ready for battle. He shook his head free of thoughts of defeat and prepared to follow Marcus’ lead.
Sam could see that the one at the window had already entered completely. Marcus held up his hand in view of Ian and Sam. The creatures were moving cautiously, and he wanted all four inside the room before springing the trap. If one escaped, total control of the situation would not be possible.
Suteko repositioned her footing. Although only one of the three at the door had fully entered the building, the Nephloc from the window was closing in on her. She took a few steps toward a far corner. One hand reached behind her back and gripped a handle of the nunchaku—but she kept it hidden from the enemy’s eyes. It was swaying to and fro as if injured, dragging its feet heavily over the tiled floor. Each stride produced a metallic scraping sound unpleasant to the ear. Adding to the general discord, it also let out a sustained growl with each exhalation. With the breaths came the sound of an occasional crack, as more of the oak door fell victim to the other intruders’ blows. A black, gloved hand reached out toward Suteko’s position.
Sam kept his eyes on the Nephloc closest to Suteko. It was big. Comparing its height to the rafters, Sam guessed it was nearly eight feet tall or at least it would have been had it not been slouching.
It passed under Sam’s location. The stench it brought with it was every bit as impressive as the monster itself. This Nephloc still had much flesh to rot off.
The whole scene was even more frightful to Sam than his memory of several smaller dark-clothed Nephloc that had attacked him in front of a Japanese hospital. They had drawn his blood and overpowered him, but it had been dark, and he was now seeing their horrid appearance in the clear artificial light.
He remembered not being able to see the Nephloc’s face then. There had been a scrambling field preventing any recognition of facial features. This time, his vantage point prevented even that. All Sam saw now was cloth, completely black cloth.
A sudden movement snapped Sam’s attention to his right. Ian ignored the old man’s still-held up hand and had jumped down from the rafters, landing behind the one Nephloc who had entered via the window—the one reaching for Suteko. His left hand caught the neck of the creature. His right hand lifted the knife. With a twist, Ian ran the blade of the knife across its chest and sent its head down hard into the floor. The slash produced no blood, but the creature staggered in pain.
Marcus sighed and also dropped down. A second later, Marcus and Sam were facing the single Nephloc that had managed to get through the door. It turned and, along with the other two enemies, began fleeing outside. Without a second thought, Sam threw the metal pipe into the back of the closest Nephloc. It stumbled, but continued a lumbered retreat.
Marcus pushed a button on a keyring signaling Catherine to leave her observation perch and give aid. He then flashed outside, leaping into the air. His fist plummeted into the Nephloc Sam had injured, his touch paralyzing the enemy instantly.
Sam followed and grabbed the Nephloc that was stiff and unresponsive. It was like a stone from Marcus’ attack. With a show of great strength that surprised even him, Sam threw the Nephloc through the door, taking portions of the outer wall of the building with it. As Sam let the creature fly, he used that split second to glance at Ian who was still inside the cabin.
Ian was on top of the Nephloc that had come in through the window—the one that was after Suteko. It was on the floor, and Ian landed blow after blow into its face and chest. He didn’t see the knife any more, but Ian’s fists were plenty. Suteko was beside him pleading, trying to get him to stop. Ian didn’t acknowledge anyone else’s presence; all that existed was him and the enemy.
But even more fascinating for Sam was the creature itself.
The Nephloc under Ian had been so large, and yet now, it was nothing more than a sniveling mess frantically trying to avoid Ian’s blows. The beating this Nephloc was taking would have killed any human. And yet, there was no blood, only a pulp of flesh and bone.
But it was experiencing great pain and fear.
The sounds of high-pitched screeching filled the small building. Ian’s eyes were burning as he jumped off that nearly unconscious Nephloc and headed toward the one Sam had just thrown in. That Nephloc was now against the wall attempting to position itself as far away from the coming avenger as possible.
The captured Nephloc were poor reflections of what they had been only a minute before. Tiny, hardly more than the size of a child cramped in a huddled fetal position.
“Enough!” The old man’s voice boomed, stilling the fists and turning the heads of not only Ian, but everyone else in the room. Marcus had returned with the third Nephloc in tow. Releasing it, the three Nephloc cowered together in a tight group making stunted, bowing motions directed at their Temporal captors. They were cornered and defeated. All possible exits were covered by Temporal who were clearly stronger than they. This was a happy surprise for Sam who had imagined the enemy would have offered a much greater attack.
Marcus shot a disapproving glance at Ian who was once again sporting clenched fists and was in mid-stride toward one of the creatures. The old man repeated, “Enough. They are defeated and will have quarter.”
Sam stepped in front of Ian, stopping his advance and daring him to continue. After a few ponderous breaths, Ian lifted his fist. Sam stood firm, but pulled his shoulder in slightly. With a cry louder than the explosions that had opened the window and door, Ian turned and slammed his fist into a nearby wall.
The old man nodded and said, “Hold them here while I help Catherine capture the last one.” Marcus then flew out the door with a speed faster than the eye could process.
My first novel, The Temporal now has 13 reviews. I love the latest one: (4 Stars)
This captivating story is about an ordinary guy, Sam, who finds out that he is destined for much greater things. He meets Suteko, literally, the girl of his dreams, only to find out that she has dreamt about him as well. But this is not really a love story. On the contrary, this girl (see the cover) turns out to have some amazing gifts and she helps Sam to discover his gifts as well.
But not all gifted people are good and soon we find that Sam has to contend with powerful forces that want to capture and control his gifts. Sam and Suteko must work together to stop a plot that could send the nation into ruin.
The action is tense and the well-crafted plot moves along at a nice pace. Even though this is a thriller, the language is extremely mild and there is nothing else objectionable in the story making it suitable for a very wide range of readers. If I could, I would give this 4 1/2 stars.
I’ve been too busy with my “real” job to do any real writing, but book three in the Temporal series is in the works.
The Temporal is still free (for now). Get your copy now.
When developing characters, it is always a good idea to create a history of that character even if it is never used in a novel. The third book in The Temporal series (tentatively called, #TemporalJustice) involves a total of 15 Temporal “superheroes” as well as two new villains. I’ve started sketching out their backgrounds, and I got the idea to post them here just for fun.
If you’ve read The Temporal, you’ll know Sam Williams is the star of the show. If you haven’t read The Temporal and would like to, please grab a FREE copy at Amazon.com (click here). It has seven good reviews (4 or 5 stars) and if you like super hero stories (X-Men, Bat-man, Avengers) or Science Fiction/Thrillers, give it a chance and then please let me know what your thoughts are.
Sam was born in Hattiesburg, MS while his father’s U.S. Navy Seabee unit was conducting Field Training Exercises at Camp Shelby, but they soon moved to Alabama and then Hawaii by the time Sam was three. When he moved to Japan at age eight, he hadn’t been in one place for more than 18 months. His father was stationed at Yokosuka Navy Base in Japan for five years. For Sam, the five years in Japan meant Japan was the only home he really knew. Japan was, to Sam’s memory, safe and welcoming.
The father relocated the family to New Mexico when Sam was 13. Sam was angry he had to leave Japan and didn’t adjust well to life in the States. He began picking fights with children at each school he was placed in. Against his mother’s wishes, Sam’s father put him in a boarding school in Virginia. Sam rebelled more, but calmed down once he realized he only had a year until graduation. When he turned 18 and graduated, he moved as far away from his father as he could. His father was stationed in Hawaii again; Sam moved to Tampa, Florida.
Sam was cynical and angry and was content to work minimal wage jobs—perhaps just to spite his father. He was an unmotivated 20 something preferring to play games and watch TV than to do anything productive.
In Tampa, he met a man in his 60s, Mr. Richards, who mentored him (a surrogate father). He was always “Mr.” Richards to Sam; the man taught Sam to respect his elders and to desire to make himself better. This man encouraged and even helped pay for Sam to go to college. Mr. Richards taught Sam industry and patience, calming the angry young man down. Mr. Richards made Sam dress like a gentleman and use correct English. (Sam had been rough with his language.) Sam, eager for a loving father figure, grew to love and respect Mr. Richards as if he were his real father.
Sam still dreamed of going back to Japan and with the support of Mr. Richards, he chose Teaching English as a Second Language as his major. He took a Japanese class which further renewed his interest in all things Japan. Upon graduating, Sam applied to the JET program twice. Both times, he wasn’t chosen. He started working as a sales clerk at a Macy’s department store in Tampa while continuing to apply for positions teaching English in Japan. He also volunteered at an English school for international students called, “The English House.”
Mr. Richards forced Sam to contact his father after a relative told Sam his mother had passed away. They agreed to meet in Colorado—halfway. The meeting at an airport coffee shop was cold and short, ending with Sam storming out after his father said, under his breath, that he wasn’t surprised Sam hadn’t done anything with his life. They hadn’t even left the airport. Sam refused to call or make contact with his father again (until Suteko makes him call him at some point.)
He met his wife by serving her at Macy’s and a month later, they were married. She was five years younger than him and at 20, she was smitten by Sam’s (age 25) good looks and sharp dress. He had received a firm offer of a position as an assistant professor of English at Fukuoka Jogokuin. But his wife had no desire to leave the country. Wanting to please his wife, Sam gave up looking for jobs teaching English. Sam also gave up volunteering at The English House and started taking night classes to get a more useful (for living in the States) degree in business management.
His wife’s father (owned a successful creamery) offered him a managerial position at the creamery. At first, Sam declined the offer knowing he didn’t have the right experience and his pride didn’t want a job that was just an unmerited family favor. After a year, however, Sam’s wife convinced him to accept it or else she would leave him. Sam’s sales clerk salary couldn’t support the kind of lifestyle she had been accustomed to. Sam quit school and took the job.
Sam hated it. The employees, all of whom were older and more experienced than he, resented Sam. His wife belittled Sam often, told him he wasn’t good enough for her and that because he had wasted his schooling on a useless degree, he would never amount to anything unless he did everything her father told him to do. Sam countered by explaining that he had given up a good career job in Fukuoka for her. Everything that went wrong was always his fault.
Sam’s anger from his youth resurfaced, but Mr. Richards helped him through each challenge. Sam learned to grin and bare each time his wife angrily accused him of something. She would often apologize to him the next day—sometimes tearfully, but it was clear, she had little respect for him.
But Sam’s mentor died when Sam was 33 and relations with his wife became worse. She no longer apologized and it seemed hard for either of them to speak to each other peacefully.
Then, one day, he found an email on his wife’s computer. Sam confronted her and she blamed Sam for driving her into the arms of another man. She demanded a divorce and Sam’s father-in-law fired Sam, accusing Sam of cheating on his daughter.
This was all too much for Sam who decided to throw the past away and go to Japan. They had no kids and Sam hated her cat. His mother and Mr. Richards were dead. There was nothing good left, except his positive memories of Japan, his childhood home.
He goes to Japan to return home. He arrives but instead of being welcomed, he realizes he is just one among millions of strangers. His trip to Hiroshima and to Ishikawa only make him depressed and angry.
And then the earthquake brought the echoes and Suteko…
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A Temporal Trust–After stopping a terrorist plot to position a murderer as president, Sam Williams must come to grips with his newfound abilities. As one of the Temporal, his encounters with eternity give him both gifts and challenges to overcome. Click to download.
The Temporal is ranking #7 right now in Amazon’s Superhero category (for free eBooks).
It’s a little funny since I had no intention of writing a “superhero” novel. But that is kind of what it became. I don’t know how Amazon categorizes things, but it seems to be pretty accurate.
One of my early beta readers told me he was following the progression of the Temporal’s “powers” in relation to eternity just fine until it got to the part about their quick healing abilities. Then, he told me, he realized he was reading a superhero novel. Why not? It’s fun and superheros are in demand now.
Download the complete novel for free at Amazon. The second novel in the series is now on sale for only .99 (I will maintain the normal price of $2.99)
We are working on a side project that has grown to be something fairly large. At first, it was to be a somewhat simple iPhone multiple choice game, but it has now grown to a less-than-simple game and a paperback to boot.
Our hero, the penguin learned his ninja skills while studying under Master Namakemono (a sloth) in Okinawa. But, being a penguin, he had to leave for cooler grounds and before his training was complete. Master Namakemono gives him the final task of traveling all 47 prefectures of Japan. If he reaches Hokkaido, he will become a master ninja penguin.
Here are two over-the-top cartoons I did that will be included in both the game and paperback. The language may change and it probably is too silly, but that is the style of the book:
These two will bookend the sections for Mie and Shiga prefectures–both of which are historically rich with ninja clans.
We are having a lot of fun with this project. More comics and information to come…
Clay & Yumi Boutwell have just updated their Momotaro Japanese reader. It will be out in paperback very soon. The ebook version should update tonight. Here is the new cover I just finished.
I thought it might be fun to document the steps I took.
1) First, I sketched out some ideas in a notebook:
(Click any image below to see a larger image)
2) Once I had what I wanted in mind (including a few changes), I pulled out the good paper and started sketching there.
3) Then I inked it. I don’t do many line shadings here. It makes it easier to use Photoshop’s magic wand if the open spaces are left open.
4) I scanned the image and did a quick magic wand in Photoshop to get rid of the background. (I first made a copy of the original!!) Under Blending Options in Photoshop, I added a thick stroke so I could easily see the dots the magic wand didn’t pick up.
5) Next, I put a Blending Color Overlay over the original so I can easily tell where I need to color. Here I did the monkey with flat color.
I just used the magic wand to select the dark brown area, created a new layer called “dk brown” and filled that with brown. Did the same with the lighter color.
6) With my Wacom Graphics Tablet (you can use a mouse if you like torturing yourself), I put darker and lighter browns to give shadows and sheen.
Maybe the flat color looked better…
7) And I colored in the rest of the characters–every color has its own named layer. Don’t be lazy!
8) And added some shadowing and details and lines:
9) And added a starburst background using a Brush I found–maybe this one.
I decided the oni needed to be orange.
And here is how the paperback will look once printed:
The ebook should be updated tonight. If you’ve bought it before, please email Clay (clay AT The Japan Shop dot com) and ask for a free updated version. The new update also includes the Tortoise and the Hare story as well as MP3s for both stories. Click here to view in Amazon. (If you see the new artwork, it has been updated.)
The Temporal, the first novel in the series by the same name, is FREE for Kindle. If you are even slightly interested in science fiction/superhero/supernatural thrillers, please check it out.
Sam was ordinary. Then came the Echoes of Eternity, a mysterious Japanese woman, and the realization that he alone can stop a terrorist plot.
☆ After his wife leaves him for a former friend, Sam Williams moves to Japan to start his life over.
☆ But a quiet life for Sam was not to be.
☆ A devastating earthquake in central Japan sends eternity crashing into time, enabling Sam to hear echoes of the past and even the future. Through these Echoes of Eternity, Sam and a mysterious woman he had dreamt about since childhood learn of a terrorist plot that could plunge the world into turmoil and position a murderer as the leader of the free world.
☆ They alone have the knowledge and ability to stop the plot.
☆ But even with eternity on their side, can they stop it in time?
From author Tim Greaton:
I was captivated from the first couple of pages…
You get a nice fix of some interesting action setups as well unexpected events. Never really hit any dull boring moments it holds strong till the last page.
From the prologue:
Fakhr al Din was left with his mouth agape and without comprehension of what just happened. He had heard the rat-tat-tat of the weapons to his left and right, but what he saw straight in front of him defied understanding. Instead of blood and flesh ripped by bullets, he saw, for the briefest of moments, the two dark men’s hands go from their hips to at level with the incoming bullets. The motion—if it could be called motion—was quicker than his brain could process. It was as if their arms were in one position and then in the next moment, up to meet the bullets.
Luke Murphy should be an inspiration to all aspiring novelists. Here is his book and… here is his story:
From Professional Hockey Player to Published Novelist
In the winter of 2000, after sustaining a season ending eye injury while playing professional hockey in Oklahoma City, I found myself with a lot of time on my hands, and a new hobby emerged.
I didn’t write with the intention of being published. I wrote for the love of writing, as a hobby. I continued to hobby write through the years, honing my craft, making time between work and family obligations.
Then I made a decision to take my interest one step further. I’ve never been one to take things lightly or jump in half way. I took a full year off from writing to study the craft.
I constantly read, from novels in my favorite genres to books written by experts in the writing field. My first two purchases were “Stein on Writing”, a book written by successful editor Sol Stein, and “Self-Editing for Fiction Writers” by Renni Browne and Dave King.
I read through these novels and highlighted important answers to my questions. My major breakthrough from Stein’s book was to “Show don’t Tell”. I had to trust my readers. I even wrote that phrase on a sticky note and put it on my computer monitor.
The Self-Editing book helped me learn how to cut the FAT off my manuscript, eliminating unnecessary details, making it more lean and crisp, with a better flow. I learned to cut repetition and remain consistent throughout the novel.
I continually researched the internet, reading up on the industry and process “What is selling?” and “Who is buying?” were my two major questions.
I attended the “Bloody Words” writing conference in Ottawa, Canada, rubbing elbows with other writers, editors, agents and publishers. I made friends (published and unpublished authors), bombarding them with questions, learning what it took to become successful.
Feeling that I was finally prepared, in the winter of 2007, with an idea in mind and an outline on paper, I started to write DEAD MAN`S HAND. It took me two years (working around full time jobs) to complete the first draft of my novel.
The first person to read my completed manuscript was my former high school English teacher. With her experience and wisdom, she gave me some very helpful advice. I then hired McCarthy Creative Services to help edit DEAD MAN’S HAND, to make it the best possible novel.
I joined a critique group, teaming up with published authors Nadine Doolittle and Kathy Leveille, and exchanging manuscripts and information. Working with an editor and other authors was very rewarding and not only made my novel better, but made me a better writer.
When I was ready, I researched agents who fit my criteria (successful, worked with my genres, etc.) and sent out query letters. After six months of rejections, I pulled my manuscript back and worked on it again. Then in my next round of proposals, I was offered representation by the Jennifer Lyons Literary Agency.
After months of editing with Jennifer, and more rejections from publishers, my dream was finally realized in April, 2012, when I signed a publishing contract with Imajin Books (Edmonton, Alberta).
What happens when the deck is stacked against you…
From NFL rising-star prospect to wanted fugitive, Calvin Watters is a sadistic African-American Las Vegas debt-collector framed by a murderer who, like the Vegas Police, finds him to be the perfect fall-guy.
…and the cards don’t fall your way?
When the brutal slaying of a prominent casino owner is followed by the murder of a well-known bookie, Detective Dale Dayton is thrown into the middle of a highly political case and leads the largest homicide investigation in Vegas in the last twelve years.
What if you’re dealt a Dead Man’s Hand?
Against his superiors and better judgment, Dayton is willing to give Calvin one last chance. To redeem himself, Calvin must prove his innocence by finding the real killer, while avoiding the LVMPD, as well as protect the woman he loves from a professional assassin hired to silence them.
“Dead Man’s Hand is a pleasure, a debut novel that doesn’t read like one, but still presents original characters and a fresh new voice.” Thomas Perry, New York Times bestselling author of Poison Flower
“You may want to give it the whole night, just to see how it turns out.”—William Martin, New York Times bestselling author of The Lincoln Letter
He played six years of professional hockey before retiring in 2006. Since then, he’s held a number of jobs, from sports columnist to radio journalist, before earning his Bachelor of Education degree (Magna Cum Laude).
Murphy`s debut novel, Dead Man`s Hand, was released by Imajin Books on October 20, 2012.
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