A Story (yet to be given a title): Author’s Note

Author’s Note:

Before I begin working the story, I need to explain the premise. First of all, I am a student of history. I accept new evidence when it is corroborated by more than one archaeologist’s findings. I understand that what we know as history is but the tip of the iceberg. It isn’t the whole story.

Mythology and legends are one part oral history to every ten parts of supposition and fiction. Your basic tall tale. Yes, there is always a grain of truth held within a myth.

As such, one must be able to detach themselves from the myth just enough to not get taken in and made a true believer. To believe is to allow yourself to be misled. Made a fool.

With this in mind, understand that this is a work of fiction based on a hypothesis based on both historical findings and the realization that there is more to our history than we realize. In essence, it hypothesizes that mankind could easily be millions of years old, not mere millennia. Based on the findings of fossilized human foot prints that date back six or seven million years. Not thousands.

It is also based on the revelation that the city of Jericho was in existence for several thousand years (the town was 9000 years old, the land settled 10,000 years ago. Thus, at the time it is spoken of in the Bible, the city had been around for at least 4000 years before its being recorded as being ‘defeated’.

This story also takes into consideration that Biblical books like Job mention a time in human history/memory where the continents were still one land mass. This means that we have a memory of what Archaeologists call “Pangaea”. Thus, humans remembered being around for longer than just a thousand or so years. More like millions.

Our ancestors just could not remember our origins. Thus, they claimed that we were created. Not that creation was the truth.

My purpose is not to dispute the idea of creation. My purpose is to propose that, perhaps, we have been around for longer than a few millennia. I want to pose the idea that we have existed for a few million years longer than the current proof has us here. I propose that just because proof is lacking, that that does not mean that it isn’t possible.


Fresh off the press:

The Death Of Humanity will soon be in audiobook form. It will be brilliantly narrated by Michelle Morgan. I just approved the first round finished audio and am now waiting for Audible to release it.

Both Midnight At The Oasis and Prelude To A Myth, Book 2 are nearing completion. This means that they will both be published around the same time. After I finish Prelude To A Myth, Book 3, I will begin finishing Tales From The Renge: Tales Of Antiquity: The Chronicles Of King Qarkis I, Book 2 as well as The Morrow Family Saga, Series 2: 1960s, Book 2 and The Badlands Saga, Book 2. I may also begin The Hell Patrol Saga, Book 2 as well.

With TFR and The Morrow Family Saga, Series II, I intend to finish the remaining nine books in the series. Just as I have done with TFR: The Prophecy and The Morrow Family Saga, Series I. this will push both sagas closer to completion.

With Tales, the completion of The Chronicles Of King Qarkis I will give the saga its beginning. At least the beginning of the human empires. There is a second half of the saga planned out,but I have no plans to start it any time soon.

My main concern, at the moment, is getting the human/mortal half of the saga set down from beginning to end. Not filling out the stories of the gods and first races. This is because I had most of the material for the later half already in my possession.

As for The Morrow Family Saga, I will have to do a shit ton of research just to keep the 1960s in the series as accurate as possible. shouldn’t be too hard. Just tedious.

The Badlands (book 1), The Hell Patrol (book 1), Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy (Book 2) The Morrow Family Saga, Series 1 (book 5), Twenty-Five Days Of Christmas, and The Incident At Three Corners are all out as projects, but have been accepted by producers. Angel Of Death: Dreams I’ll Never See, and 7: Seven Short Stories are still awaiting their moment as audiobooks, but I have not heard back from the producers that were supposed to get back with me. unfortunately, neither of them have answered my messages to them. Messages I sent to check on them and make sure they were alright.

Hopefully, all will be resolved before long and I will have all the audiobooks on the market. After all, it has been my foray into audiobooks that has brought me closer to my goal of making a comfortable living as an author.

Good News

I have several audiobooks coming out, but before I get to that, let me tell you of other developments. Firstly, I removed the four ebooks in the Hell Patrol Saga and the three Badlands Saga ebooks. I combined both into two thicker books-The Hell Patrol Saga, Fall of the proud, Fall Into Darkness, and episodes 1-5 and The Badlands Saga episodes 1-6. I also released Prelude To A Myth: The Beginning Of The End (How It Began), Book 1:Not Your Ordinary Soul.

And if that wasn’t enough, I also put up several books for audiobook production. The Hell Patrol Saga, The Badlands Saga, The Death Of Humanity, Twenty-Five Days Of Christmas, and The Incident At Three Corners will join the books already available at Audible (and on Applebooks). I am also hoping that Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy, Book 2: Birth Of A Savior, The Morrow Family Saga, series 2: 1950s, Book 4: StarBaby, Dreams I’ll Never See, and Seven By Jay: Seven Short Stories will also grace my finished list as the producers involved in the first two have returned to continue the stories, but I await to hear from the latter two producers and fear that they may not be able to complete their contractual obligations.

Still, the overall news is delicious. I have the next installments in Prelude To A Myth begun. I also have Midnight At The Oasis, one of the novels tied into Door On The Thirteenth Floor and The Incident At Three Corners, almost completed and the first book in Haunted Iowa, Oleo Acres, started…though Olov has yet to speak to me again. And to make things more tasty, I also plan on returning to both The Badlands Saga and The Hell Patrol Saga to finish them out. I also await my tax returns and the past three stimulus payments so I can finally release books 4-7 in the Angel Of Death series (all of which can be read in past posts here on this blog) as well as the first book in the Witchdoctor series.While I wait, I will finish what I have got in the offing and publish them.

The Alpha Triad Cycle

I have begun the permanent removal of all books in The Alpha Triad cycle. The Remaining books will be removed from Amazon after they are ordered and received by me. This means that three of the books–The Soul Shard Chronicles, Books 1 and 2 and The Dimensional Wars Are now out of print for good.

These leave both Delta Link International books as well as Pawns of Revenge and possible one or two more books. The reason is simple. I will be integrating the episodes into Prelude To A Myth and future books in Stranger Than Fiction.

the idea, of course, is to flesh out the existing episodes–the ones I will be using, anyway–and add to the storyline of the saga being told. This will make the Stranger Than Fiction saga longer and darker.

The original books will not be going back into print. If you would like to buy copies, you can still get them through Draft2Digital for a limited time. Once I finish buying myself copies for my own library, they will be removed from D2D as well.

Thorogon’s Transgression, Chapter 2

“What is the meaning of this?” Judge General Jorrin demanded.

“What is what?” Norrim responded.

“What is this, this, this, recusing yourself from the Thorogon case?” The Judge General reasserted.

“Oh,” he frowned, “that.”

“So?” Jorrin tapped his foot impatiently.

“I feel he has valid points,” he averred, “and I cannot, in good conscience, preside over his sentencing.”

“The law is clear on these things, Nor,” Jorrin remanded him, “one simply cannot ignore the law.”

“But laws can be unjust and unethical,” he admitted, “and thus wrong to uphold.”

“This falls under neither,” Jorrin frowned, “you should know that. Now, you are in peril of being convicted of aiding and abetting.”

“No, Jor, I am not,” he shook his head, “and I am right. As was he. Some things should not be subject to law. Not even when it is meant to preserve us. Thorogon comes from an age before the law. A time when immortality was still new. He is not a willing participant in this world and that, alone, should stand for something.”

“It doesn’t,” Jorrin stated coldly, “since he lived when the laws he now seeks to break were made. Where was his voice then?”

“Ask him,” he shrugged, “though I would wager he voiced his disapproval and found his voice unheeded.”

“And now?” The Judge General insisted.

“He has voiced his disapproval  in his opening statements with truths I cannot deny,” he looked away, “ones I cannot ignore for law’s sake.”

“Then,” Jorrin scowled, “you are done as a judge.”

“So be it,” he stated, resigned, “it was bound to happen at some point.”

“That kind of thinking is apocryphal,” the Judge General growled, “and undoubtedly heretical.”

“Apocryphal my ass,” he smiled involuntarily, “and no more heretical than our supposition of the role of God.”

“But we have become gods,” Jorrin snorted, “there is no need for a deity above us. We have supplanted all other deities. We are the very God you speak of.”

“No, Jor,” he shook his head, “we are not. Nature, the world around us, and the universe are the gods we have always sought.”


Thorogon paced in his cell, contemplating his fate. He smiled. They had no choice but to execute him now. 

He would remember when these cells were first designed. He had helped design and build them. But that had been centuries ago.

Then, they had not been intended to hold people like him. People who sought to retain their mortality through dying at their natural times. No, they had been meant for incorrigibles. Those who refused to stop murdering, raping, and stealing. 

Not for those who had felt that they had lived long enough. Or a bit too long. And he had lived way too long.

He had opposed the laws that forbade self-euthenasia once immortality was the norm. Yet, when it all began, immortality was not the norm. It had been the exception.

It had begun with a single person. Over time, every generation had at least one. Then, more and more people began to show up as immortal. 

But it had started after mankind had become immune, through medical advancement in creating vaccines, to everything including cancer. From there, life expectancy grew by leaps and bounds. Yet, death had remained a constant.

In the beginning, laws had not forbade death. It had forbade only murder and maltreatment. And though it was illegal to medically assist in suicides, it was not illegal to commit suicide. 

He remembered those first years. Immortality was a novelty. It was new. 

With immortality came elongated reproduction cycles. Women began having babies at all adult ages, even ages past what had been menopause. Slowly, the population rose.

Humanity was curious about it. What would it gift them? What would its price be?

Once the newness had worn off, boredom set in.  there was no thrill. No logic.

What should have been a blessing was more of a curse. Life unending was so unnecessary. So illogical.

And then, the laws began to change. Life was for living, the authorities had said. There would be no desiring death.

And so, it became illegal to commit suicide. Or even to desire death. Boredom became illegal.

But without death, there was a threat of overpopulation worse than any scientist in the past could have dreamed of. There was also the threat of complete depletion of food and water. 

And yet, they foolishly passed laws that forbade suicide. These laws caused a surge in population that caused them to pass more laws, reminiscent of ancient absolutist China, that limited births and pregnancies.

The fools. Those laws had not worked before.  They wouldn’t work after being implemented.


High Director Landor was beside himself. Laws long held as infallible were now being challenged. Laws that had been meant to bring harmony and unity.

They had not brought either. Instead,  they had brought the opposite. And caused some to question the ethics of those laws. 

Too many were now questioning the morality of them. The rightness. The validity.

What made it bad was that he couldn’t blame them. Immortality was both a blessing and a curse. The birth laws had been meant to limit the population in a way that would preserve natural resources, they had not. 

Food was running low. Available space for farming was almost nonexistent. And wild game was now extinct.

Without war, abortion, and natural death, there was nothing to thin the population. A population that continued to climb. A population that had no purpose anymore.

And a population without a purpose was bored. Too bored to enjoy immortality. Too bored to appreciate its existence.

Why had nature also removed the need for food as well? It would have solved many of the problems now being faced. The same events that now threatened to cause humanity’s extinction.

Even he understood that. And yet, the laws were still in place. Still condemning thousands to death for mere thoughts.

Morally, it was wrong. Legally, it was right. Ethically, it was against all that was natural.

And yet, even his very thinking could send him to his death. Just knowing the truth. Just admitting the truth.

In order to change his possible fate, the laws had to change. But could they be changed in time to spare his own life?  He sighed. 

That was a good question. And one he didn’t have the answer to.

A Little Note

Before I forget…

I did something a couple months ago. You can now get the full first series in the Morrow Family Saga here:

and the full Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy here:

This is for the ebooks only (wish Amazon would sell the paperbacks as sets as well).

The New Serialized Short Story

I just realized that I was writing the prequel to Thorogon’s Dilemma. That means that Thorogon is going through the trial that precludes his being in the masses. It also means that he is attempting to acquire his right to die.

I had not set out to write the prequel, but it just began writing itself. Still, sometimes, this is how things happen.

The point of the Thorogon series is to question our perceptions of moral right and wrong versus legal right and wrong. morality is not the same as legality. Not everything that is legal is moral.

In Thorogon’s world, immortality is normal. But even though humanity has become immortal, they have remained imperfect. They are still the broken. ignorant race they were before the change.

They have conquered all illness. All genetic imperfections. Everything that would mar the physical appearance.

They have yet to evolve spiritually. Emotionally.

The desire to die is illegal. The desire to do away with one’s mortal shell is against the law. It is seen in the same light as murder, rape, and theft.

Thorogon’s Transgression, Chapter 1

“You have been indicted for conspiring to die, Thorogon,” Judge Norrim began, “how do you plead?”

“Your honor,” The frail old man before the court began, “why is it a crime to want to rest from this life? I realize that it is natural, this immortality we have raised ourselves to, but I am tired. Worn out. I am far older than many who sit on your council and yet, you wish to punish me for wanting to end a life long lived. Why?”

“I will ask the questions here,” the judge roared, “not you.”

“Your honor,” he quietly deflected, “I was there when we conquered death. I was among the first generation to enjoy the extended life. In reality, I am your elder…and yet, you treat me as an inferior. I am entitled to choose the method in which I finish this journey.”

“And so,” Norrim snorted, “you believe that you have a right to die?”

“Precisely,” he nodded, “it is a curse to live any longer. I have already outlived all of my contemporaries. But I refuse to commit a crime in order to be sentenced to death. And by crime, I do not speak of wanting to die so I can rest. I speak of the other unspeakable crimes. Rape. Murder. Theft. Greed. Hate. Covetousness. Pride. Sloth. Fear. Gluttony.”

“And you do not see wanting to die as a crime?” The judge was incredulous.

“Not in the same way that you do,” he shook his head, “while suicide, death by my own hand would be a crime, allowing the system to put me to death would not. It would be reaching the end of a well lived life. One that was ended in its latter days through the mercy of the system.”

“but the system does not execute innocent men and women,” Norrim stated bluntly.

“Who said I am innocent?” He countered. “none of us are truly innocent. We all have criminal thoughts from time to time. It is just that we do not all act upon them. some of us are wise enough to live much cleaner than our thoughts might be.”

“And what crimes have you dreamed of?” The judge begged, exasperated.

“I have thought long and hard on murder, your honor,” he smiled sadly, “in the past. It was my job to catch murderers and so, I had to think like them. In many ways, I was no better than they.”

“But you sered the public!” Norrim exclaimed. “You were not a common criminal!”

“What is the difference?” He returned. “I killed many a man in my mind. I even had to kill many a man before they could be taken in for sentencing. I am no better than those I had been sent after.”

“But these crimes were in the service of man,” the judge objected, “they were not committed against man.”

“What is the difference?” He frowned, knowing that there really wasn’t any difference.

“the difference is why the deed was done,” Norrim attempted.

“No, your honor,” he shook his head, “there really is no difference. A crime is a crime. Murder is murder.”

Norrim knew that he was caught. Thorogon was correct. A crime was a crime. No matter whether it was committed in the service of society or not. Murder was indeed murder whether or not it was justified or in the line of duty.

And this made him question other accepted lies. Lies such as the illegality of desiring execution instead of immortality. Or the lie of there being no crime in the hearts of man.

He sighed in resignation. He had no choice. He had to rethink things. Or recuse himself from the proceedings.

“This inquiry is adjourned until tomorrow,” he stated quietly, “so I might explore the validity of the claims of the accused.”

He slammed down the metal knocker he used as a gavel.

“Sir?” The Bailiff inquired. “What do we do with the accused?”

“Put him into a holding cell,” he replied, “at least until tomorrow.”

“Very well,” the bailiff responded, then turned to Thorogon, “come with me.”

Thorogon obediently followed the bailiff from the courtroom. He smiled. He had won this round.


Norrim sat in his chambers defeated. Thorogon was right. By all rights, he could not stop him from choosing his exit from life.

Even though it was illegal to die, the law was immoral. Immortality, though normal, was not something that one could take lightly. Nor was it something that was for everyone.

Thorogon had pointed out that many committed the unforgivable crimes in order to get out of living forever. He had also pointed out that some had committed the unforgivable in the service of the society he represented.

In essence, there was a deep hypocrisy within that very society that forgave crimes committed in its service while damning those that were committed against it. Even though crime was still crime, no matter what it was committed for.

He would have to recuse himself. Thorogon had brought doubt to his mind. A deep seated doubt.

It was something he could not shake. Something he could not deny. He had to investigate it. He needed to know the truth.

He needed to know, no matter how hard it would be to accept. After all, the truths that Thorogon had revealed had been damned hard to accept. And yet, he had.


Thorogon sat in his cell. He was finally alone. In solitude.

Here, he could rest without being assailed with questions about his why.  After all, he had chosen death over living with guilt. And without regret.

He did not want to live forever in regret or with guilt. He had suffered with it enough. In fact, he had suffered it for centuries too long. Now, he wanted it to end.

He was tired. Worn to the bone. He needed rest. 

Immortality, as it was, demanded no sleep. No slumber. No rest.

So unnatural. Even though it had been a natural advancement for mankind. Yet instead of being a blessing, it had become a curse.

Like the vampires of myth and legend, mankind became monsters. Not in the conventional sense, though. Instead, they had become intolerant of those who desired death.

It had become a crime to want an end. To die. To seek a mortal rest from life.

In reality, they had forbade all from being human. In seeking their humanity, they had lost it. They had advanced past their mortality only to lose that which made them more than animals.

And he was the only one who could see it. He was the only one who could see that immortality had destroyed humanity. Cause it to become savage. Inhumane. 

Now, he wanted out. He wanted to return to the very dust that man had risen from. By the time this trial was over, he would have his wish.


So I was at work today and realized that I was missing a link in the chain that contains the books The Door On The Thirteenth Floor, Incident Ar Three Corners, the forthcoming Midnight At Oasis, and Mr Mephistopheles. In Incident, I introduce five friends including Daniel Marlowe. Door, being Daniel’s story, was only a chapter in a much larger tale as is Incident, Oasis, and Mephistopheles.

  • Castle Grey is the beginning, along with Mr. Mephistopheles.
  • Incident is the explanation of how it all begins for the group of friends. Mephistopheles will give insight on Marlowe’s dilemma.
  • Door is the only book without a mention of Mephistopheles but the first to introduce Billy, the criminal that appears again in Incident.
  • Mephistopheles gives the background of the main villain in Incident and Oasis.
  • The Reverend Mr. Black will follow Theophilus Black.
  • Incident follows the life of Matthias Luckner, who also appears in Oasis.
  • Oasis follows Job Broward’s adventures.

That left out one of the characters. Tychus Broward, At first, I was going to make him part of Castle Grey. But he began demanding a story of his own. Thus, Castle Grey will only follow the life cycle of the castle…in which, Tychus is but a tiny part.

Therefore, Tychus’s story needs to be told. So….Sailing The Devil’s Sea will follow Tychus. Strangely enough, I believe that the reader will love the tale as it will take them on one amazing journey.


I am planning on revisiting my favorite sci-fi character Thorogon. When I last left our poor intrepid immortal mortal, he was being pardoned right before he was to be executed. For some reason, the dear man wants a new story written.

Therefore, the next stories will be:

Thorogon’s Transgression,

Thorogon’s Heresy,

Thorogon’s Redemption,

Thorogon’s Sacrifice,


Thorogon’s Resurrection.

There’s a possibility of one more, but I want to wait and see where these take me. Recent television viewing has made me question a few things, all dealing with immortality and its price. Especially for humanity.