My Creative Projects

While cleaning out some of my boxes, I came across several of my old books that never sold when I was a third party seller on Amazon. These books were published through InstantPublisher.com, a subsidiary publishing company. 

The first publishing company I went with to publish Chandra's Quest Book 1 and 2 including In the Company of Elves. I was thinking of destroying them by burning them in the fireplace but then I thought that I can do something creative with one or two of them. Make no mistake, I would never destroy the recent revised versions of my books.

(Top row are the older version of the book. Bottom row are the revised version)

So, I recently made a few new items for one of my shops online. I'll add a link below to my shop. 

I found that things can be recycled and made new. I made several pendants and a leather bracelet or two. The glass bottle vase is a project I'm proud of. 

I made a video of the things I used to make my projects. Please visit links below. By the way, the video is not a tutorial. Please leave a comment if you wish. 

Update: on Secret Diary of a Gypsy Heart. 

I decided to hold off on making a paperback version of this book. 

I am going to devote my time in completing Chandra's Quest Book 3 and 4. I want to complete the trilogy before 2024. 

Stay safe out there my readers. 

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Ever Dream this Man?

Normally I don't write about memes or creepypastas, except of course about the Backrooms, but this entry is about this Man. A man that was seen in dreams repeatedly by the whole world since 2006. Did I see this man in my dreams? No. In fact, I didn't hear or see images of this man until I hopped on Facebook, 2010. When I first saw his face online, I thought nothing of it, I shrugged it off. But as his face kept resurfacing, it was then that I remembered something curious. The more I stared at the picture, the more I remembered. 

I have never dreamed of this man, true but I actually did see him in waking life or someone who looked like him. If memory serves me well, it was in 2007. I was busy doing my daily routine, my last stop was the market. After I did my shopping I walked to my car, put the groceries in the trunk and I walked the cart to the cart corral. I saw an odd man standing under a tree in the parking lot not far from where I was parked. At first glance he didn't seem like much, rather ordinary. But there was something about his face that seemed different, it was unsettling. He was just looking around at people, watching them, then he noticed me. He seemed surprised that I was looking at him. He smiled, almost like a soft grin. I smiled back and shrugged it off. I was preoccupied with my own personal problems so I didn't give it a second thought it. 

Years later when I saw the picture of This Man, it triggered a flashback. 

Was it This Man that everyone was dreaming about? I really don't know. Rarely does anyone see him in real life and that's where my story ends. I just wanted to write and share this entry because I recently saw a video about him. Link below. Please do comment if you wish and tell me your story if you've encountered this Man in your dreams. Have you ever seen this Man in your dreams??

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The Backrooms

The Backrooms are dangerous, they run deep INSIDE our own reality, meaning there is no physical way to enter it. Rather, a person enters the Backrooms when in a state of deep despair, or during deep sleep. To most it is a fictional realm in which someone finds themselves trapped but some say they have actually been there, physically. Well, lets explore that. Below is a fictional short story I have written specifically for my blog. It is written as a first person narrative. The character is telling her story of the experiences she had in the Backrooms. Do leave your comment if you wish. TY

My name Reyna Salano and I'm 19. I attend the local community college while working part-time as a Target associate. One day,  my roommates and I went out for our usual Friday hang out at Buffalo Wild Wings to chat about anything that came to mind, most of the time it was about men. 

After we were there for two hours, Teresa's boyfriend walked into the restaurant. Teresa waved him over and he came and sat down with us.

"Hey babe, what are you guys talking about? I hope not about me." He said and gave her a kiss.  

"Really? You think every conversation is about you?" Teresa said. She loves his cockiness but I was never fond of his personality. He's too conceited and I often wonder what attracted her to him. I casually looked at the time on my phone. I was thinking that I should turn in early since I have a class in the morning, but in truth I just want to leave.

  "Hey guys, I'm gonna head home. I have a class tomorrow morning and work after." Teresa looked at the time on her phone. 

"I thought you were gonna stay till twelve midnight? They close at one in the morning. Stay," she said. I grimaced and sighed. "Um, no. I need my sleep, sorry guys." 

"Oh, okay," Teresa shrugged and turned her attention back to her boyfriend. She has no clue how I feel about him and it's better that way, it keeps the peace. 

 "We'll see you at home," Mary said. I stood up and gathered my things.

 "See you guys later." I said. Teresa, Mary and I are roommates and are renting a two bedroom condo in Murrieta Ca. Mary sleeps on the sleeper couch in the living room, while I take one room & Teresa takes the other. Mary's sleeping arrangements are temporary. We're looking into getting another twin size bed for my room, so we can share the room. 

I drove home and got ready for bed, however I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, time went by. Yes, I have a sleeping problem but it's not serious. I get to sleep eventually. Time went by and I heard Teresa and Mary arrive home. I looked at the clock on my side table. "1 am?" I mouthed. I rolled over and listened as they talked for a bit about their boyfriends. I am in between boyfriends right now but that's another way of saying that I don't have a one. They quieted down and soon they turned in for the night. A breeze was blowing outside and I can hear a branch from a tree tapping at the downstairs living room window. I slowly drifted off to sleep. Around 3:45 in the morning, I awoke with a start. I had a weird dream which jolted me out of sleep, leaving me with a feeling of uneasiness and trepidation. I rubbed my eyes as I laid in bed.

I let out a heavy sigh and sat up. I could hear Teresa snoring in the next room. Mary doesn't snore, thank God. I decided to go downstairs to get a cup of water. 

Mary was sound asleep, so after I took a drink of water, I set the cup on the counter and tiptoed upstairs. As I walked into my room, I suddenly tripped and fell. I found myself facing a dingy, dirty yellowish carpet. I jumped up onto my feet and looked around. I took a few steps backwards. My back touched the wall, I gasped. 

The entire place appeared to be a series of random  rooms interconnected with one another. The wallpaper, ceiling, and carpet is sort of an old yellow color, and overhead fluorescent lights, buzzed above me, like the ones found in many buildings that have not been updated for decades. My mouth dropped and I was flabbergasted. I stood there paralyzed. 

“Where am I?” I thought to myself. There was a muggy, dingy smell in the air and the sound of the florescent lights buzzed overhead. The carpet felt gross and dirty under my bare feet. 

"Am I dreaming?" I said to myself. My heart raced and I vigilantly walked forward through the maze of endless rooms, and hallways. After a while of wandering around, I began to panic. The realization that I will never find a way out sunk in. Every turn looked the same. I was exhausted, so I sat on the floor with my back against the wall, contemplating. My eyes scanned the strange surroundings. One of the walls looked a little different from the others, a little darker in color but I didn't pay attention. 

"I feel as though I am in a maze, trapped like a mouse. Something nefarious lingers here,” I thought. As I continued onward, I came across a camcorder laying on the floor at a corner of one of the rooms. It was a Canon HV30 Camcorder and the case was on the floor next to it. 

I saw some dried blood splattered on the wall across from me. I gulped. I picked up the camera and inspected it. A name was engraved at the bottom of the camera, Micah Watson. I wonder if this is the owner of the camcorder. I sat down on the other side of the blood stain wall and I re-winded the camera to where him and his friends entered an abandoned building. He did a selfie of himself with his friends. Micah introduced himself as one of the members of the Ghost Finders group, he is African/American. “Yo man, we’re here to investigate this abandoned building that was built over 15 years ago but for some reason, the company up and left. It is said that several workers at this warehouse died here under mysterious circumstances and another worker went missing.” One of his friends, interrupted. “We investigate haunted houses and abandoned builds in search of ghost or paranormal activity.” I decided to forward the tape. They walked through the building, exploring. Micah turned into a room, that separated himself from the others. 

“I just entered one of the rooms where someone said they saw the Rake,” he said, with a hush. His breath was shaky. After looking around and found nothing, he decided to leave the room. “Okay guys can you hear me?” He talked into his walkie-talkie

 “Yeah man, where are you?” One of the boys asked. “I’m at the far side and I’ll be heading back to you guys right now. I don’t see anything here,” he said. Then something happened. The video became distorted for a second or two. It looked like he missed a step or something because he fell.

“What the Fuck!” he said, as he regained his step and stood up. He checked his camcorder. "Can you guys hear me?” No one answered. The camera was still working, and his surroundings became clear. My mouth dropped and my heart sank.

“This can’t be. He is here, in this place where I am,” I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. I looked around and not too far from where I found the camera, a Nike shoe lay a few feet away. I gulped. I quickly checked the date on the footage. “April 4^th, 2014.” I gasped. I continued watching the footage. He frantically tried to find a way out, just like me, running but getting nowhere.

“Fuck, what is this, where am I? Guys can you hear me!” he shouted. I slowly shook my head. “No, I won’t end up like him,” I whispered. I fast forward the footage, then I stopped. He was terrified. The sound in his breathing said it all. Panic sinks in and he is running again through the endless corridors and rooms. Tears swelled in my eyes. I don’t know this person, but I feel his fear, anxiety and desperation to find a way out. I can hear the buzzing of the florescent lights get louder but there was something else. I weird moaning, wait, no. It was more like a low growl mixed with a strange clicking sound. He heard it and stopped. I gulped as I watched what appeared around the corner and his camera caught something unbelievable, a monster, a cryptid, or a demon. It peeked around the corner; Micah stepped back as the creature’s face emerged. It was gaunt, gray in color, long spindly fingers with long skinny arms that are disproportioned to its body. It stood tall and it’s knees were bent backwards; it’s body looked almost like those Grey Aliens that you see pictures of online but it’s head was shaped like a pray mantis, and it’s eyes were large, crimson red. I gasped, my face ashen and I held my breath. Micah turned around and ran as fast as he could, with the camera aimed downward, so I could not see which way he was going. I can only imagine that he could not have gotten far. He dropped the camera as something knocked him down. The camera fell in an angle that I could not see what was going on, but I heard it. That thing was tearing into him, his screams echoed throughout the maze. I couldn’t watch anymore so I turned off the camera and packed it into the case. “I will not go down like that,” I said to myself.

I thought for a moment, then I remembered about a wall that looked different than the rest of the walls. It was slightly darker in shade, the design seemed to stand out as well.

“That’s it! That might be my way out." It was just a hunch, but my gut feeling told me that it might be the way out, only if I can find that wall again and that’s a BIG if. I sighed, stood up and swung the camcorder case over my shoulder placing it diagonally across my chest and secured the case so that the camera does not fall out. I walked onward. It seemed like forever, I stopped and took a breath.

“I wish I had water,” I said, as thirst made my lips dry and my throat felt parched. The fluorescent lights buzzed above me and at times flickered. The lights tend to flicker on and off.  There were weird stains on some of the walls, maybe mold but the mold looked alive, I avoided it at all cost. There is a dirty, dingy smell coming from the carpet and stains on the ceiling. All hope was fading, I was feeling defeated. Suddenly, I heard something at a distance. I froze. My eyes shot open and fear engulfed my heart. 

"No," I whispered. I held my breath and listened then I started to run, and I didn’t care which way I ran, I just did. Only Fate will guide me out, I have Faith, I believe. “Please God, I know I don’t really pray much but please help me!” I said out loud. I could hear my heart pounding loudly, but that creature can hear it too. It increased its pace. I am not curious to see what it looks like, and I don’t care, all I know is that I will not die here, not in this place. Every corner I turned, every room I entered, brought me closer to the exit, I could feel it. I can hear the steps of the creature zeroing in on its pray, me. My heart pounded out of my chest, I did not stop, I kept running. Then I saw it, the wall. The colors on the wall flickered and I picked up my pace, but so did that thing close behind.

 I wasn’t sure if running into the wall would take me anywhere or I would end up knocking myself out, but either way, I had to try. I screamed as I jumped at the wall and disappeared through it. The creature managed to tear a piece of my bottom leg pajamas as I went through. I stumbled onto the sidewalk. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I wiped them clean. Breathing heavily, I looked around. I heard cars at a distance, so I walked out toward that direction. I stopped when I saw a familiar street. 

“Ivy Street. Oh my God! I’m not too far from home,” I said to myself. The sun was rising. I looked at myself and noticed that I was still in my pajamas and tank top. I sighed. “If a cop sees me, he’ll think I’m a crackhead or a drunk.” I thought to myself. I walked all the way home hoping that no one would try and offer me a ride. I knocked on the door several times until someone opened.

 “Oh my God, Reyna! Where have you’ve been?” Mary said, giving me a hug. Teresa ran down the stairs when she heard Mary. I nearly fainted out of exhaustion. Mary caught me and helped me to the couch.

“Where have you’ve been?” Teresa asked, her face ashen, showing signs of confusion and worry. She must have been losing some sleep as well, both were.

“I don’t know where to begin,” I started.
“Well, start from the beginning.” She said. Teresa sat down on the chair across from us. They looked at me, intently waiting for a big reveal. Their worried eyes staring at me. I set the camcorder down at the side table next to me.

 “Where did you get that?” Mary asked. “I’ll explain in a bit. Can I get some water?” Teresa nodded. My mouth was parched. She came back and gave me a water bottle of Arrowhead. I drank it all down. “Before I start, please keep an open mind, okay,” I said. They nodded. “But first, what day is it?” They looked at each other.

“It’s April 23^rd.” Mary said. It has been three days since I was missing but it has been 5 years since Micah went missing.

“We both know that if you were going to be gone for more than a day, you would let us know and give us information on where you’ll be,” Teresa said.

“Yeah but when we saw that your car was still here and your phone was still in the charger, we panicked.” Mary chimed in.

“Did you call the cops?” I asked.

“Yes,” Mary responded. I sighed, and facepalmed.

 “Okay, so I am about to tell you something that is going to be unbelievable, but I have proof.” I said. I told them everything that had happened and as expected, they gave me a skeptical look but when I showed them the video footage that Micah left behind, they were shocked. Teresa stood up and paced, nervously.

 “Oh my God, Reyna. This happened in your room? No one can ever go in there again.” She said. I agreed.

 “I can’t believe that place is real,” Mary mumbled.

“What do you know about it?” I asked.

 “Well, it’s really not supposed to be an actual place. It's some kind of weird fictional game online but apparently with what you've just told us it’s real,” she was in disbelief.

 “Tell me more,” I asked.

“They call it the backrooms and they are a series of randomly generated rooms interconnected with one another. The wallpaper, ceiling, and carpet are of dull yellow, and there are overhead fluorescent lights, similar to the ones found in many buildings from the 70's or 80's. I’ll send you a link to the info about it.” She said. I nodded. Teresa called the cops letting them know I was home. I told her to tell them I was with a family member and had forgotten to take my phone with me. I did not want her to tell them what I had experienced because no one would believe me, plus they might think I was on drugs or something.

“So, what are you going to do with the camcorder?” Teresa asked.

 I sighed. “I don’t know yet.” I left it at that. Six months later, Mary looked up a paranormal/private investigator, she said that the woman helps people with unusual, paranormal problems. Later that week I visited their office in Orange County. The woman told me that she’ll look into it and she also asked her assistant to take down my story of what happened to me so they can keep it on file. Before I left, the woman who is the owner of that business, said she will contact me and will pay me a visit within the next month.

 “I would like to see that room for myself and maybe I can help you get rid of the problem,” she said, reassuringly. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Even after all these months, my ordeal is not over, not by a long shot. I have been experiencing nightmares pertaining to what happened, and I've been sleep walking too. I don’t sleep in my room. I sleep downstairs with Mary. My door remains closed until the private paranormal investigator comes over to look at it. I went to the local church and said a prayer for Micah. 

Without Faith, I would never have made it out. I never knew that miracles could happen, but it goes to show you that even in the darkest and most desolate places, there is still hope. Someone truly does watch over you.

(Thank you for reading this short story. I will be using fragments from it for a book I'm contemplating on writing in the near future. Please do visit the link below to my website.)

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The Backrooms

UPDATE: I recently published a book based on the Backrooms. Please visit link to download the eBook or purchase the paperback.

Lost in the Backrooms: The Phoenix Files vol. 1

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First, Second or Third Person Narrative

 

Let’s talk about First person, second person and third person narrative.

First person narrative is a point of view (who is telling a story) where the story is narrated by one character at a time. This character may be speaking about him or herself or sharing events that he or she is experiencing—the use of first-person pronouns. Many stories and novels are written I the first-person point of view. In this kind of narrative, you are writing the character’s story by their perspective. You are writing their story through their eyes.

 

 Example: “I left my keys on the kitchen counter but now I can’t find them.”

Second Person Narrative:

  Second-person point of view belongs to the person (or people) being addressed.

The biggest indicator of the second person use is pronouns like: you, your, yours, yourself or yourselves.

Example: “If you eat these fruits you will find that your health is much better to combat illnesses.”

A self-help book is written in a second person narrative. There are a lot of self-help books out there and when you buy one, you’ll see the narration and how it’s written. These books are a dime in dozen and the writer is addressing the reader when they write.

 

Third Person Narrative:

The third-person point of view/narrative belongs to the person (or people) being talked about. The third-person pronouns include he, him, his, himself, she, her, hers, herself, it, its, itself, they, them, their, theirs, and themselves.

 Example: “Candy used her paycheck to buy herself a new dress.”

 Most popular books are written as a third person narrative but let’s talk more about first person narrative for a bit.

It is easy to write a book using first-person narrative/point of view. Take a look at Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey, all of those books were written as first-person narrative.

Easy? Yes, the author publishes his/her book quicker, and are capable of producing several books within 6 months. Most of my books are written as a third person narrative, only The Secret Diary of a Gypsy Heart and Saints and Sinners: Affairs of the Heart are written as first-person narrative. My book Chandra’s Quest Book 1, the 2002 version, was written as a first-person narrative but when I decided to re-write the book, I chose third person narrative instead.

 Author’s that write as a first-person narrative, usually use what they know about the subject they are writing. Sometimes they will use personal experiences in their life and will use fractions of those experiences in their books.

  One of my sons told me that someone they know wants to write a book using first-person narration and use actual names of people he/she knows. Well, you cannot copyright your own name, or titles, or ideas, names are not copyrighted. The person who wants to write a fiction book can make subtle changes to the characters, like hair color, eyes, the character’s place of employment, relationship with other people or where they live. Making subtle changes can help avoid confusion and grievance.

Again, I want to state that names are not copyrighted. You cannot sue an author for using your name in his/her book. It would be considered frivolous and will not hold up in court, not even small claims. Food for thought.

The link below will give more info.

My books:

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Secret Diary of a Gypsy Heart

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FYI AUTHORS/WRITERS:  Amazon now allows 1-star ratings without a review explaining why a book or a product is given the rating.  It is said that 99% of the time, the book is not even read.  One explanation, especially if it is a non-fiction book, that a competitor who has a book in that category will try to sabotage a book.  Amazon allows a rating to be given w/o reviews.  However, it is nearly impossible to get it removed if it has no review attached to the rating showing who gave it the rating.  THIS IS NOT FAIR for Amazon to allow this to happen to the writer or a vendor selling a product.  It leaves the author wide open for nefarious efforts by unscrupulous people.

I'm aware that some people cannot leave reviews for my books on Amazon unless you're a 'VERIFIED' purchaser.

 Here is my question: What about the people who received my books as gifts or maybe they read my book through a shared download like Kindle Unlimited?

 

Well, Amazon is restricting reviews on only Independent/self-published author's books, because as someone once said, "These so called authors have someone they know post reviews for them just to make them look good."

That statement is unproven since there are plenty of people who post their reviews on books that they have bought elsewhere or were given as a gift so, those people are not verified buyers, right? I'm one of those people. I've left quite a few reviews on books that I bought in a book store or on another website and I don't 'personally' know the author. So in light of the situation, I am posting links to where you can rate and review my books. 

Google Books: If you have the Google Books app, you may not find my books through the app but if you search for them through Google search you will find them. 

The Stranger Things: Paranormal, Supernatural and Unusual Phenomenon

Chandra's Quest Book 2: Twisted Embers

Chandra's Quest

Saints and Sinners: Affairs of the Heart

In the Company of Elves

GoodReads: This popular website has brought readers in touch with various books available to download or buy as paperback. Many post their reviews on this website.

The Stranger Things: Paranormal, Supernatural and Unusual Phenomenon

Chandra's Quest

Chandra's Quest Book 2: Twisted Embers

In the Company of Elves

Saints and Sinners: Affairs of the Heart

NOTE: Some of the books do not have updated book cover images. Chandra's Quest, on Good Reads, has the older 2013 book cover version and the pages of the book are not updated to the current version as the one on Amazon but you can still leave a review. Gypsy Heart has not been added yet to GoodReads or Google Books because it is not available as a paperback.

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Where You Can Leave Reviews for my Books

If you're a Independent author (aka self-published) you should know by now that Amazon undermines the progress of Indie Author's books by removing reviews that average over a 3 star. They will remove reviews that are 5 stars of new Indie books because they assume that most Indie Authors have their 'relatives or friends' leave reviews for them! Well, I for one, know that anyone who has read books by any author, indie or not, don't always buy them on Amazon. Some people leave reviews on books that they didn't buy on Amazon. I call it BULL when they say, "Only verified buyers can leave a review." Why you ask? I've left plenty of reviews for books that I had bought years ago through other book stores and those reviews were never removed. So, in light of this revelation I will add here links to where you CAN put your review without it being removed. Please do visit them.

The Stranger Things

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In the Company of Elves

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Chandra's Quest Book 2 : Twisted Embers

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Secret Diary of a Gypsy Heart yet. The book is in eBook form. When I publish it as a paperback people can post a review.

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Secret Diary of a Gypsy Heart

I am working on a new book called Secret Diary of a Gypsy Heart. This book was actually written back in the early 2000's as a novelette. The original title was Clarissa. I restored it and started writing more chapters in the book. I have old CD Rom disc where I saved various short stories before I went through my writer's block. There were only a few stories I was able to fish out that are workable. Secret Diary of a Gypsy Heart is adult fiction/drama and written as a first person narrative for the first few chapters. Categorized as contemporary, romantic fiction. The story revolves around Serena, a woman whose past relationships come back to haunt her family after her death.

NOTE:  I will post a link to the book when it is published. Similarities to people, places and things are purely coincidental. This book is not based on true accounts but written to seem like true accounts.

Update: this book will be published as an eBook in a few weeks. Please visit my Facebook page for updates. TY

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Chandra's Quest Book 3: Immortality

It's been a long road for this particular Trilogy of books. Technically, Chandra's Quest only consisted of three books, however I have made a recent decision. I have decided to split book 3 and now there will be 4 books to this trilogy. 

Right now, book 3 is in the editing process and will be published this year. I know that those whom have read books 1 & 2 have been waiting patiently for book 3, I am sorry that it has been taking a while to finish but I want to perfect it before publishing the book  I guarantee that it won't disappoint. It is a full length novel much like the other two before it. Please visit the links below for more information.

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Next book in the series is Chandra's Quest Book 4: Omega

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What Changed When I Revised Three of my Books?

It has been a little over 17 years since I wrote and published Chandra’s Quest. Originally the title was, Chandra’s Quest Book 1, I published it with Instanpublishers.com, a subsidiary publishing company. Two years later I published Chandra’s Quest Book 2. 

I re-wrote and changed a few things in both books, including how Chandra looks like. In the first book, Chandra (the main character) had long naturally curly hair and brown eyes. 

Picture is not a part of the book.

In the original version she was Latina, Carlos remains the same, Keeja, remains the same, Xenos remains the same and Soran had some changes done but not by much.

In the revised version, Chandra has shoulder length light brown hair, not curly but set with a light wave to it and brown hazel colored eyes and she is multiracial, Hispanic/Caucasian.

In both Chandra’s Quest book 1 & 2, I added and removed some text. I changed some chapters and added more chapters. The endings are different from the original books.

Since both books were labelled Alternative Sci-Fi/adult romance, I did a lot of re-writing to edit out the content no longer suitable. I changed the book series to accommodate 14 and over. Only a few of the original books remain in the system.

Book 3 has not been completed and frankly, it won’t be published till the end of the year—maybe. Please keep an eye out for it by visiting my website, Facebook page and Twitter page.

       picture not in book

In the Company of Elves, has some changes as well. It was meant for adults. I wrote it to be adult fiction but changed it during the re-write. Melissa’s appearance changed a bit, she doesn’t have blonde curly hair, it’s straight and long. 

The elves remain the same, Faye's appearance was changed. For those who read the original version, will like the changes I made.

 

In the Company of Elves is categorized as 14 and over.

The only books I did not or will not revise are:

Saints and Sinners: Affairs of the Heart

The Other Side of Things Part 1 & 2

The Stranger Things: Paranormal, Supernatural, and Unusual Phenomenon

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Excerpts from The Stranger Things: Paranormal, Supernatural and Unusual Phenomenon

Excerpt from Chapter 4: Aliens and Fairies

If we can try to open our minds and accept that not everything has a scientific answer to it, maybe we can try to take the viewpoint that there is something to the strange stories that people have told since early human history. Small humanoids, coming into our rooms, paralyzing us and doing unspeakable things to our bodies, or so say the abductees.

Aliens have long since been in the fore front since the 1940’s or maybe further back. Strange lights in the sky, missing time and fourth kind encounters. Some people believe that aliens and the Fae folk are one of the same thing. Aliens abduct people and experiment on them; however, some abductees claim that they are probed with something that looks like a wand. Faeries use wands. 

The aliens in legends are not those from space but rather from underground. From our own Earth: faeries, trolls, elves and others that are in the fantasy genre. All alien encounters seem to mimic fairy abductions but with a modern sci-fi twist. Let’s start first with faeries. They are creatures of the forest and of nature. The word faerie has been overused to describe a supernatural race of beings that live in the forests around the worlds. Faeries come in different shapes and sizes.

  Elves are also considered to be classified as faeries, even though their height is over five feet and six inches. Some faeries are 6 to 12 inches in height others are man-size. Trolls, Gnomes, Sprites, dwarves, et cetera, all fall under the Faerie folk. They are real, no doubt about it! Think about the hundreds of people who have mysteriously gone missing in the forest? How? Why? Something to ponder isn’t it? The description of fairies varies but most are slender and have large eyes. Oh wait. Am I talking about Aliens? No, although some descriptions are similar by comparison. 

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*The fairies of long ago were very far people removed from the ones depicted on a modern-day Christmas card. Contrary to the belief that fairies grow to barely five to six inches tall, the creatures of old reached heights roughly around three feet tall. They were most often described as looking very old, wizened, and even sinister.

I don’t know about that but faeries including elves, are not as diminutive as people think. They use glamour to appear less threatening to Humans.

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