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Death of a man with twin souls, wrath of the gods, a new habitat and? a beast with unquenchable thirst. A Serial killer is on the loose. The killer is a bunjip, a trapped spirit in the Island of the dead. DCI Ivory Storm must look beyond technical means to solve these crimes. The answer? A recluse seer from Aboriginal country.

Snow Metal’s marriage needs more than a kitchen sink thrust at it to save it. Especially since a shuttle accident at Lunar corroded half her husband’s face. A few goth-hours sorting galaxy signals at The Enclave curbs their tussles over money. But one detour on Shuttle Maxima, and a mesmeric man with orange hair and cobalt eyes cold as stone tips the scales. Mesk Lexus is a prize. A visual magnet. But he is also Cannibaloss, and Snow knows nothing about him. His pebbly laughter does not fool, nor does his death grin. Is love enough?

EMULATOR II: Les Femmes D’sesp?r?es is the anticipated sequel to EMULATOR. 

DCI Matt East investigates the death of a Nobel Prize Nominee and stumbles into one relationship, three wives and a widow. 

Zhorr, a grand magician of Diaspora, travels back in time with his apprentice son to 1905AD, into the heart of a small Ngoni village at the mouth of rebellion.

In a quest to break a sex demon’s curse on Earth, DCI Ivory Storm travels to Sacred Valley of Dreams, ancient terrain ensconced in galaxies beyond two asteroid belts, to save her lover and reunite the world.

Death of a man with twin souls, wrath of the gods, a new habitat and a beast with unquenchable thirst. A Serial killer is on the loose. The killer is a bunyip, a trapped spirit in the Island of the dead. DCI Ivory Storm must look beyond technical means to solve these crimes. The answer: a recluse seer from Aboriginal country. In a quest to break the demon’s curse on Earth, to save her lover and reunite the world, Ivory finds herself in the Sacred Valley of Dreams, ancient terrain ensconced in galaxies beyond two asteroid belts.

Impact is a collection of stories by Eugen M. Bacon that is "...a compelling work of fiction. Eugen Bacon’s writing is intense, utterly convincing and, before you know it, tosses you to a sharp finish."

Writing short stories is not easy. The reason it isn't easy is because they are short. The writer is still charged with producing living characters who have personalities: good, bad, or milksop. Add to that a dynamic narrative that gives you, the reader, an opportunity to see, hear, feel, smell, and taste what the folks who inhabit those little stories do, and the authors have a demanding job on their hands. Short stories are a great deal more than sitting on an old apple crate and hammering away at the QWERTY.    

This book opens with copyright information from Lincoln D. Bandlow, an attorney specializing in intellectual property law in Century City and the out-going President of the Los Angeles Copyright Society. The remaining pages include a treasure trove of information from: a personal manager for Hollywood actors, a Hollywood teacher and movie extra, a “Fictionwise eBook Author of the Year”, an owner/co-owner of two websites listed among the “Writer’s Digest 101 Best Websites for Writers”, a retired university professor, and other successfully published authors. This book is based on articles published during the first year of “The Golden Goblet” Newsletter edited by Marilyn Peake, and features additional articles by contributing authors written expressly for this book.

Does time exist as a separate dimension? Does it have a unique place with definable limits in space? Does it move independently according to its own purpose? Or does it only move when other things move, completely dependent on prevailing conditions and binding dimensions in its surrounding space-a causal result bound to the whole? Perhaps it’s just a simpleminded construct humans have concocted to explain the inexplicable. Is it vaguely possible that it’s a set of branes slightly out of sync and we may pass from one to the next at will? Maybe it’s a simple kink in dimensions that can be crossed by anyone walking in precisely the right direction. It could be that it’s just a mental state altered simply by a minor amount of imagination applied correctly. Perhaps it is no more than a drug- or mantra-induced change of mental state-something hallucinated-something seen but unseeable. Or is there more to it than we can fathom? In the world of physics, all of this-and much more-is being looked into by serious, conservative scientists as well as those with their mental equipment more loosely adjusted-or even unfastened completely, their brains rolling about like marbles in an empty railroad freight car.

Does time exist as a separate dimension? Does it have a unique place with definable limits in space? Does it move independently according to its own purpose? Or does it only move when other things move, completely dependent on prevailing conditions and binding dimensions in its surrounding space-a causal result bound to the whole? Perhaps it’s just a simpleminded construct humans have concocted to explain the inexplicable. Is it vaguely possible that it’s a set of branes slightly out of sync and we may pass from one to the next at will? Maybe it’s a simple kink in dimensions that can be crossed by anyone walking in precisely the right direction. It could be that it’s just a mental state altered simply by a minor amount of imagination applied correctly. Perhaps it is no more than a drug- or mantra-induced change of mental state-something hallucinated-something seen but unseeable. Or is there more to it than we can fathom? In the world of physics, all of this-and much more-is being looked into by serious, conservative scientists as well as those with their mental equipment more loosely adjusted-or even unfastened completely, their brains rolling about like marbles in an empty railroad freight car.