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Are ancient myths unproven, or are the proofs lost in the mists of time—eagerly awaiting an open mind to discover them? Open your mind and leap into Mounds, a supernatural detective story following the trail of one such myth.
Shortly after leaving the savannah, early humans recorded the first of what would become a vast and diverse collection of ancient stories. Using verbal skills, pictorial representations, and ultimately written language, our ancestors sought to describe personal and tribal celebrations as well as catastrophic events. These accounts chronicled the destruction of individuals, villages, and whole societies. The ancients, unable to provide any other explanation for these disasters, assigned blame to their angry and venomous gods, deities determined to punish man and keep him subservient. Modern men | |  | | Retribution
Following clues provided by a mysterious letter writer detailing a series of gruesome hangings and the theft of a neighbor’s antique yacht from a Biscayne Bay canal, two novelists follow a killing trail as old as time.
Tremors erupted in Dan’s groin, roiled his gut. The shudders spread to his extremities, agitated the rope. The unforgiving noose stroked Dan’s shoulders, his gooseflesh neck.The harsh caress forced thoughts of imminent death to consume Dan’s mind. This can’t be happening! Until he awakened from the depths of a bludgeon-induced black hole—Dan never considered the possibility he might expel his final breath at the end of a rope. It’s not possible!Unable to halt the fear-induced chills sweeping through his body, Dan fought to reduce the damaging effect as the abrasive rope jerked across his expos | |  | | The Inn - A Cocoa Beach Ghost Story
Stay as a welcome guest of The Inn at Cocoa Beach, and if you have the nerve—request room 107. For it is within these walls that many have met a fate few can imagine and even fewer desire.
Maybe you’ll be one of the lucky ones who check in and checkout without experiencing anything beyond a periodic ice-cold breath of air caressing the back of your neck, or a feeling that an ethereal spirit is watching you, or a nagging sensation defined only by your soul—something is not right about the room.
Or maybe you’ll be one of the unlucky few to have all your senses explode as you discover first hand what is not right about room 107. These guests check in but never check out—at least not through the front desk.
Meet Jerry Kelly, the Inn’s desk manager who first discovers a series of clues that encourage him to search deeper into the mystery behind room 107. And then follow Kurt and Sabrina, the hero and heroine from Welcome to the Ahwahnee, as they track a mysterious disappearance in Seattle. The Adler’s search leads them to The Inn at Cocoa Beach where they enlist the aid of Lucius Silva Flavius, a lovable but cantankerous local historian, and Jerry Kelly.
Ride along with these four and other intriguing and mysterious characters as they delve deep into a mystery that appears more impenetrable each time they uncover a new clue.
And finally, live every frightening moment as the four confront a mind-boggling ancient secret.
P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">The woman’s constricted airway absorbed her initial scream. Eyes wide and mouth formed in a perfect oval, she resembled a silent movie damsel in distress. BR>
P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> She convulsed. The act cleared her throat, allowed her second scream to escape. The shrill and piercing sound rode a strong offshore current down an unprotected walkway, through a weatherproof double paned slider and across a breezeway separating the lobby of The Inn at Cocoa Beach | |  | | Welcome to the Ahwahnee
What if life’s events are nothing more than multiple still-shot frames our minds perceive flowing across space and time? We have no evidence of the past other than our memory of it. We have no evidence of the future other than our belief in it. What if it’s an illusion? From page one to the last word, the reader discovers nonstop action emanating from a story in which characters become intertwined through intersecting universes and events.
Lifting the first stiff from the stacked bodies, pain hammered the old man’s chest. His left arm went numb, his breathing increased and the body slipped from his arms. The corpse hit the ground at his feet and lay there, unmoving. The body’s life, extracted with maximum pain, existed only as a fading memory. The old man leaned against the wall. He slid to the floor. Sitting against the doorjamb he reached into a shirt pocket and extracted the container holding his pills. They held his only hope of ending the extreme pain. If not stopped in the next few minutes, his heart’s explosion would prov |
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