The Photograph – Flash Fiction

A sample of Millie Thom’s delightful Flash Fiction

Millie Thom

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The Photograph

Dearest Papa,

I hope this letter finds you well and you continue to enjoy teaching the piano to your eager pupils. Yes, praise for your skills and patience in this pursuit has spread far beyond Mayfield.

As you see, I have sent you a photograph, which I found whilst inspecting the contents of an old chest that had been stored, forgotten, in my attic these past ten years. I hesitated to send it for some weeks for fear of causing unwanted memories to surface, but my darling Arthur assured me that your memory of my mother’s death would have diminished after almost fifteen years, and the photo of the three of us may bring you joy.

I remember that evening so well, Papa. Mother sang like a nightingale; your piano playing enthralled and the applause from the audience made me proud to be your daughter. Later that week…

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Shadow of the Raven – Book Review

Shadow of the Raven by Millie Thom

Reviewed by Ernest Russell

Shadow of the Raven by Millie Thom is excellent. She has taken known history, chosen a point with some ambiguity, and woven her fiction seamlessly. While reading, I spot checked her history from time to time. To discover the accuracy of the event each time was this history buffs delight. As someone who enjoys researching to find Beorthwulf, the King of Mercia was involved in the Thanet landings. Still, his death appears to have no surviving record of exactly how he departed sometime around 851-852. The Anglo-Saxon Chronicles suggest Beorthwulf was put to flight by this invasion. The event of his death was well written. Thom using the ambiguity of his death as a springboard to the deeper story.


For a novel which is primarily driven by politics, Anglo-Saxon’s, and Danish raiders, another delight is the word Viking only appeared in the “About This Book” section, in reference to other books. This is no one sided account. Thom’s tale shows us both the good and bad parts of two societies, Anglo-Saxons and the Danes. These people are human. Just as we are today. They have similar desires, wants, and needs. You’ll find a full spectrum of the human condition in these people. A portion of my marvel of Thom’s work is her ability to have we, as modern humans, identify with these people of 1,100 years ago.


Shadow of the Raven by Millie Thom lovingly and with passion created a compelling novel. A tale of intrigue, adventure, and revenge that would enthrall Machiavelli. This is a well told tale for a wide variety of readers. A brilliant start to the series sure to grace my bookshelves.

Shadow of the Raven is available on Amazon. It is available in print or on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

All about the changes…Update

Life is changing for us all. Fortunately, in the past, the human race has proven itself quite adaptable. I certainly hope we can adapt to our new conditions. Don’t expect anything deep or philosophical here. There are plenty of people out there, blogging about their pandemic experiences and how they believe it will change behaviors.

Change

Nothing so prosaic here tonight. A few random thoughts about my own life. Possibly a bit of whine and just a little trepidation.

I’ve been back at the regular job for two weeks. It’s been difficult finding the flow again. While off work for 45 days, I worked, not 9-5 exactly, more like 1pm to 3am. Definitely a night owl. My production for writing, book reviews, pitches, and more were better than the previous six months.

It’s all about time management. Comes down to I get an average of 90 minutes a day to working my writing.

Off today, and I did get a lot done. Edited and submitted a story for a contest on Reedsy. Looked like fun, and I had one on file that fit this week’s contest. Wrapped up a chapter and sent it to my collaborator. All while home ill. More done in one day while ill than the last two weeks.

Oh, the illness. Spoke to my doctor, and though the symptoms could all be caused by other things, he wants me tested for COVID because of several underlying medical issues.

So yeah, that where I am right now. I know one who has died from this, two that have had it and recovered. Both of them younger with no underlying medical issues and quarantined at home. Watching them go through it was heart wrenching.

For now, I am going to try and sleep on it. Thanks for letting me ramble.

Update: Received my results on 5/25…Negative for Covid. Seems have bad sinus infection and my heart is acting up again. Rock on 2020.

As always, thank you for reading.

Ernest

Pantheon – Eric Syrdal

When Pantheon by Eric Syrdal first released on Amazon, it was my pleasure to review it. This incredible epic poem is now being re-released through Indie Blues Publishing.

Pantheon

Photo courtesy of Jon Barmore

Pantheon, the debut novel by Eric Syrdal, is unique. His free verse poetry weaves mythology for modern times while being entertaining, insightful, and visionary in its scope. Told in semi-epic verse, his passion within each tale skillfully blends modern constructs with ancient forms. Mixed within are fairy tales and spaceships, where you’ll find characters you not only want them as a part of your life but want to be them.
This genuinely ambitious work is creativity at its best. The compelling story within Pantheon is on a level with Homer’s Odyssey or Virgil’s Aeneid.
Just as these epics are rooted in the mythology of their time, Eric has carved new mythology for ours.
Mythologies have existed as long as our species has been able to communicate. Myth has provided us with explanations for the world around us, and answers for existential questions such as:
Who am I?
Why am I here?
For centuries, artists have turned to ancient myth as reference for their art. Today, I have finished reading modern mythology worthy of being added to the archives of inspiration. For if a picture is worth a thousand words, contained within this debut novel by Eric Syrdal is a museum’s worth of art.
Syrdal’s heroines are; The Queen of Hearts, Grace, Karma, Courage, Fate, Mercy, and Hope. The story unfolds as our narrator meets or reconnects with these personifications of human concepts, for what else is a god or goddess, who have each influenced and assisted the hero through his many journeys.
The many tales woven throughout the myths of Pantheon create a rich tapestry, showing us in vivid imagery the journey through a multi-verse of genres. Our protagonist explores worlds set in Science-fiction, Fantasy, and Time Travel as he learns what he really seeks. Eric Syrdal has blended these concepts and different visions of reality with skill and deftness surpassing any single genre story. The imagination required to create this mythos is greater than the sum of its parts.
To experience life in all of its variety, the joy, and heartbreak, and it all echoes the spirit within so we may experience the exhilaration of life. This hero’s quest is not one to save the world, but ultimately, ourselves, as the tales unfold, the questions asked, only to find we are the answer.
The semi-autobiographical mirror held up by Eric Syrdal reflects not only paths he has trodden but sheds light on the path we have chosen for ourselves. It demonstrates why we should be deliberate in our travels, not settling, but choosing only the path with heart for you. The way will not always be easy, but if you take the traditional way, you may never realize your own potential.
An epic poem, the style was as enjoyable to read as it was fresh. My eyes flowed as freely as the verse over each page. The drama, humor, and flights of fancy, as you follow, will keep you turning page after page. For within are multilayered depths of meaning and experience. I have followed Eric’s writing for many years, was able to watch as this incredible work developed, and with each reading, I find new concepts to regard and consider.
One of my favorite myths within Pantheon is Amor Vincit Omnia (Love Conquers All), which is the story of Fate. If it does not move you, then you may need to check your heart.
I want to offer this short excerpt from the myth ‘The Dragon and the Damsel.’
“This time it’s not a roar
No
it is a sorrowful
pitiful howl
of an animal that is realizing
and the odds of escaping
with its life
are not good…

‘Never heard that before’ says Angel as she takes her first
steps toward the door sword in hand.

Courage smiles, ‘All this time you’ve heard what it sounds like when it’s in control. When it’s on top. Now…for the first
time, dear Angel, you will know what it sounds like
when it is afraid. And it is. It is afraid of you.’

And together
They step through
the doorway to engage
in a battle,
the outcome of which,
is not only a victory for one woman’s soul
but for the soul of mankind.”

Please look for more by Eric Syrdal on his blog My Sword and Shield
and on Facebook.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

Bombay Sapphire – New from Pro Se Productions

BOMBAY SAPPHIRE RETURNS TO FACE THE DESTROYER! ‘BOMBAY SAPPHIRE: EPISODE FOUR-SHIVA STRIKES’ DEBUTS!

Bombay Saphire

Kallia, a demon sent by Shiva, is ordered to convert or kill Bombay Sapphire. When the blue superheroine tries to hold back a landslide, Kallia attacks her, and Bombay Sapphire is buried under the rubble. More determined now to rescue her sister Savitra from the gang known as the Deccan Dholes, Bombay Sapphire is called away by Agni, who has empowered her. He sends her and her friend Atasi, a reporter, to Bhopal. There, Bombay Sapphire is exposed to toxic gas in a preview of what is to happen in Bhopal. She is isolated and unconscious. Is the city now doomed?

BOMBAY SAPPHIRE EPISODE FOUR: SHIVA STRIKES by Tyree Campbell. From Pro Se Productions.

Featuring a compelling cover by Larry Nadolsky. Print formatting by Antonino lo Iacono and Marzia Marina, BOMBAY SAPPHIRE EPISODE FOUR: SHIVA STRIKES available in print on Amazon for $7.99.

The latest installment in this digest novel series is also available as an eBook formatted by Antonino lo Iacono and Marzia Marina for the Kindle at for only $2.99. The book is  available to Kindle Unlimited members for free.

For more information on this title, interviews with the author, or digital copies for review, email editorinchief@prose-press.com.

To learn more about Pro Se Productions, go to our website for open calls, submission guidelines, and catalogue.  Like Pro Se on Facebook for the latest news and releases.

Thanks for reading,

Ernest

The Collection: Flash Fiction & Short Stories -Book Review

“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”
― Haruki Murakami293486902

A fitting quote to begin a review of “The Collection: Flash Fiction & Short Stories” by G. Edward Smith, Death is indeed a part of life. In the ten flash and short stories included in this macabre tome, Death is examined from many different points of view. Each of these weird tales has a twist. They may be ironic, a cruel twist of fate, gruesome and quite often thought-provoking. Unless you are a member of the Addams Family, you will not find humor.
Within these stories, Death plays many roles, from the main character to an interested observer. While never personified, Death is the common element woven throughout these stories. Human frailty, capriciousness, and cruelty carry us into tales of cannibalism, fraud, irony, and shape-shifting monsters.
As with any anthology or collection, quality varies. While the writing has moments of brilliance in many of its plot twists, a couple of the stories are stiff. The plot forced to fit a mold rather than flow naturally. Still, overall the stories keep you engaged. Editing is better than many self-published books. More editing would have served the author well. There were times I stumbled on a sentence because of the wrong word. In each case, what presented as a word out of place. They are words spellcheck alone would not catch, my for may or on for one, as examples. There are a few places a change of punctuation might have made a sentence read smoother. Yet the story still pulls you back into it.
For any flaws, this is an enjoyable read. Being a short read, even with interruptions, I finished it within two hours. It would be an excellent book to curl up with a cup of hot tea on a rainy day. Thematically, this book is definitely for mature audiences only.
Would I recommend “The Collection: Flash Fiction & Short Stories” by G. Edward Smith, yes. This book is especially suited for those lovers of weird tales, the macabre, and those who enjoy questions to ponder.
DISCLAIMER: I received a copy of this book for free in exchange for writing an honest review. I was not obligated to give a positive review, and all thoughts are my own.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

The Zephyr

Airship

The joy of fully realizing and knowing the bond of our friendship had deepened over the last three years made my heart sing that fateful morning. Seen from a distance, the early rays of dawn glistened against the silhouette of The Zephyr exiting the barn. The Zephyr existed was a triumph of the bond shared between Philip and me. Through trials, tribulations, and victories of our endeavors as our shared vision took shape, so too did our relationship grow from friendship to brotherhood.
Our combined skills in engineering and electrical sciences produced this magnificent airship. While not as large as its successors would be, this ship would be the proof of concept which would change the world, ushering in a new age of commerce and transportation. This maiden flight would test and confirm our theories shining as a beacon of hope for the future.
Preflight checks all seemed to be in order. The rudder and planes responded well to the controls from gleaming brass and polished wooden controls in the wheelhouse. The small Donkey engine aft generated a good head of steam as it spun the two dynamos up to speed. Dials spun as they engaged both in the engine compartment and their duplicates in the wheelhouse. They reflected the steady pressure of the Donkey engines chug-chug and the current flow from the dynamos. A third dial held a constant vigil as the batteries held their charge. In contrast, four smaller dials below read the amperage fed to each of the powerful electric motors ready to spin the propellers.
A steam engine required to power even a ship this size weighed more than the ship could lift. Cargo capacity being negated by the requirement to carry enough fuel to feed the monster. Our concept used a one-cylinder donkey engine to charge batteries. It was lightweight, could be turned off for extended periods while the ship was powered by its batteries, therefore, requiring much less fuel. At least that was the idea.
The coin toss went to Phillip. It would be he who piloted our craft as I operated the engine and tended the batteries. Our six backers and their wives would occupy the small, but well-appointed, passenger cabin and we would carry 250 pounds of mixed cargo. Our future plans would aim for up to 100 passengers or as much cargo as a large freighter. Other designs might allow for a mix of passengers and cargo. Yes, our optimism was high.
The ground crew loosed our bonds to the earthly realm. With hardly a bump, our beautiful craft with its crimson and gold gas bag adorned by the saw-toothed stabilizer fins bore us heavenward.
We circled the town, checking our systems and operations, allowing our backers to, “ooh and ahh,” as we dipped low enough to view landmarks. A tight circle of the town’s clocktower confirmed the trim crafts maneuverability. All conducted in silence.
The intent was we would fly northward to our capital, showing our invention to the government. Surely after such a prolonged period of devastation, a design such as ours might inspire them to back us as well. The possibilities were endless. Our dreams were of the pie in the sky variety. Our heads and our invention were in the clouds.
Our Backers were ecstatic. Fortunately, the weather was good, and they gushed over how comfortable the travel. Even the best trains were loud and smelly. This was almost as comfortable as sitting in their own parlors. Their schemes at attracting passengers soon outstripped Phillips and mine most grandiose of plans. The only sound the occasional chug-chug of the Donkey engine to keep up the charge.
As the batteries charged, two things happened. First, they generated heat, and this in itself could cause them to boil out, exposing the plates seated in the sulfuric acid, potentially causing a spark. This results in the second problem of an explosion. For as the batteries charged, they generate not only heat but hydrogen gas. This gas is the very thing suspending our craft between heaven and earth. A spark could ignite it.
Phillip solved these problems in two ways. Each battery resided inside a glass housing. Ingeniously a stopcock attached to each of these housings allowed the hydrogen to be siphoned off and stored for future use. This would solve one of the questions posed in obtaining a supply for our ships. A creative system of ductwork flowed over the batteries removing the oxygen produced as part of the process, which had the effect of cooling both batteries and the engines. The controls to open these ducts resided in the wheelhouse. The siphoning process could be controlled manually at the batteries or from the wheelhouse.
We made the trip from Texas to Washington, D.C., in less than 14 hours. A three day trip by train reduced to less than a day. The trip was a complete success for our vision of the future.
Well, mine at least, for I noticed the temperature of the batteries rising. This had occurred a couple of times during the flight, but each time Phillip had opened the ducts rapidly cooling things down. There was no cool down.
The speaking tube engendered no response. Worried, I went to the wheelhouse only to find the door locked. My knocks produced no more response than the speaking tube. Concern for Phillip led me to break open the door. In the interest of lightweight, the doors and nonstructural components were made of the lightest materials, the door collapsed under a determined assault.
“Phillip, what is wrong?” stunned as he seemed to be piloting the craft normally. I could just see the capitol through the front windows of the wheelhouse.
“There is nothing wrong, Emmet. I aim to repair history. We should never have lost that war, and now carpetbaggers steal our ways of life. Take our property and our lands, do you really think those men back there are not plotting to take every cent from our toil? When this ship crashes into the capitol, our brethren will rise again, throw off the shackle of these northern oppressors.” Madly throwing controls, The Zephyr abruptly canted downward. If action were not taken swiftly, our dreams would turn from an optimistic vision to a thunderbolt of Zeusian vengeance.
“Phillip, after all, we have come to understand each other how can you dash our dreams? The war was lost, slavery was on the way out as machinery changed the economics. Ours is a time to look to the future, rebuild from the ashes, and create new things, things like the Zephyr. Please, Phillip, step away from the controls.”
“I knew you had gone soft Emmet when you mourned Lincoln, I knew it then. You are a good man, but you just do not understand. The idea came to me as we flew. I knew you would never understand what this chance represented. ”
“I understand, Phillip. I understand too well. Some cannot accept times change. There will always be those who want to hold dearly to old ideas, will fight to prevent change. Even change for the better where all mankind might learn to live as one brotherhood. How can I convince you this is not the course to take? Only evil can come of it.”
With a glance at the controls, Phillip spun to face me.
“I can’t let you do this, Phillip.”
“I can’t let you stop me, Emmet.”
Without further word, we launched at each other.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

2020 Pulp Factory Best New Anthology -YOURS TRULY, JOHNNY DOLLAR!

Congratulations to all the writers in this one- Tommy Hancock, Gary Phillips, Bobby Nash, Barry Reese, Ron Fortier, Eric Fein, Joe Gentile, and Joshua M. Reynolds. 

The book won the best cover as well. My congratulations to Douglas Klauba for his beautiful artwork.

For the first time ever, brand new stories of the “man with the action-packed expense account”! One of classic Radio’s most beloved detectives makes his way to prose in Moonstone’s YOURS TRULY, JOHNNY DOLLAR!

JDHC

“Johnny Dollar -the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account – America’s fabulous freelance insurance investigator.”

This was the tagline for a radio drama whose run on CBS radio lasted almost 13 years. The show usually started with a phone call from an insurance adjuster. Calling on Johnny to investigate an unusual claim: a suspicious death, an attempted fraud, a missing person, or other mysterious circumstances.

I was introduced to this show several years ago by my friend Tommy Hancock. Before then, I had never heard of it. There are over 800 radio episodes available, either on Internet Archives or Old Time Radio. Johnny was played by several actors, and Tommy really likes Bob Bailey. I found I prefer the Edmond O’Brien episodes. All are good. 

This anthology and very talented group of authors have done an outstanding job of capturing the feel and spirit of the original radio broadcasts. 

Thanks for reading,

Ernest

Privateer Tales – Jamie McFarlane- Series Review

Privateer Tales

I have read the entire series, reviewing just one book just doesn’t do the series justice. Jamie McFarlane has created one of the best space operas I have ever read. Each book can be read as a stand-alone. I strongly recommend starting with the first book, Rookie Privateer, to really get the feel of the characters as they grow. The development throughout the series is worth it. His extrapolation of current technology adds a level of plausibility many space operas lack. Each book is plot-driven, flows well, advances the overall series arc. If you are a fan of space opera’s this series is written for you.

Liam Hoffen wants off the asteroid he and his family call home. Despite passing the Mars Competency Test, he’s stuck mining a plot of land that may never pay off. To make matters worse, the girl of his dreams is about to ship off to the Naval Academy…

But when a brutal pirate horde sets its sights on Liam’s colony, he and his friends may be their ramshackle town’s only chance of survival. As they gather up all the courage and cunning they can muster, they learn that their little colony holds secrets far bigger than they ever could have imagined. The truth about their dusty asteroid could change everything, if they live long enough to do something about it…

Rookie Privateer is the first book in the Privateer Tales saga, a series of swashbuckling space operas. If you like memorable and witty characters, pulse-pounding adventures, and galactic tales reminiscent of golden age sci-fi, then you’ll love Jamie McFarlane’s explosive tale.

Find these books on Amazon for kindle and in print.

Thanks for reading,

Ernest