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I hope this is cool with Z, but I have a friend who started his own publishing company who has a couple books that are available on Amazon and wanted to pimp him for a minute.

His name is Leon Mintz. 

One of his books is about arthurian legend and the other is about vampires.

Deadly Secrets
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Memoir of the Masses

Check them out bothe are pretty good IMO.

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=leon+mintz

Sorry if I over stepped any bounds here Z.

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"Something my granddad used to tell us. You know Macumba? Voodoo. My granddad was a priest in Trinidad. He used to tell us, "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth."
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I hope this is cool with Z, but I have a friend who started his own publishing company who has a couple books that are available on Amazon and wanted to pimp him for a minute.

His name is Leon Mintz. 

One of his books is about arthurian legend and the other is about vampires.

Deadly Secrets
and
Memoir of the Masses

Check them out bothe are pretty good IMO.

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=leon+mintz

Sorry if I over stepped any bounds here Z.

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"Something my granddad used to tell us. You know Macumba? Voodoo. My granddad was a priest in Trinidad. He used to tell us, "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth."
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Review by Brian Kaufman, Author of "The Breach"

Darian de Paimpont is a young squire in Armorica (ancient Gaul, between the Seine and Loire rivers). Darian dreams of marrying Sabrina, the daughter of the nobleman that has raised him. To prove himself, Darian meets a series of challenges, including combat with the Black Giant of Brocéliande Forest, and an encounter with a methane-breathing dragon. But his most difficult challenge lies hidden in the deceptions and secrets of those around him.

In the wake of the collapse of the Roman Empire, the noblemen of Armorica struggle to preserve their kingdom. Against this background, the legendary figure of Merlin aids (and manipulates) the efforts of young Darian, who has a secret of his own, one he doesn't even know.

This fast-paced novel fits snugly into Arthurian lore, weaving elements of historical fiction, adult romance and fantasy into a tight, well-plotted narrative. The author did his research, and knows how to tell a good story. Some forced prose and dialogue anachronisms detract from the tale. On the balance, though, "Deadly Secrets" is a very good debut novel.

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http://www.erieharbor.com/

 

 

The below is clipped from the site above.  You can access the first 7 chapters of the book from the above site.  This is the first chapter and towards the end it gets a little taudry.

 

Z as our resident author I would be interested in your opinion of the writing of my good friend Leon.

 

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By horseback, a young squire trekked through a

section of a large ancient forest. Signs of an early summer

were evident everywhere to him. Darian de Paimpont

had traveled on trails older than the crumbling Roman

Empire. And though personally traveling a few of

these paths just about everyday for the last ten years,

Darian noticed something a little bit different about them

each day. Enormous, this primeval forest covered the heart

of Armorica. It transformed from alders in its thick lowlands

to towering beeches that eventually emptied out

into oak groves. Heath capped off Armorica’s high rolling

hills.

Slowly, Darian climbed up out of the marsh thickets

surrounding Paimpont. For the first time, the young

man truly felt and perceived the Great Spirit that Sabrina,

his love, spoke so fondly of. Though no person stood

within a mile of the young squire, the world around him

buzzed with life just the same. An everlasting life, one

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that would remain even after he was dead and gone. From

the flying insects to the birds that feasted on these tiny

faeries, the eternal woods had a magical interwoven essence.

Within its never–ending cycles of existence, the

gods of the seasons took turns performing their parts in

the grand scheme of things.

Though Lady Sabrina had told him the names of

the countless spirits that filled the countryside, he failed

to recall them now. Only the Imperial scholars’ forced

rhetoric stuck with him. If he sat still for a moment and

thought about it, he would remember a few of Sabrina’s.

But such things, he held little concern, as he grew older.

Roman or Kymric, these pagan spirits seemed to be one

and the same to Darian. They were true stories and had

just been twisted into tall tales over time. The young practical

man held fast to a set of difficult but obtainable goals.

Still though, Darian recalled one of many oracles

that the last of the Roman scholars had taught him before

Duc de Paimpont sent them all away. It concerned springtime.

In a light blue sky splattered by wide white

clouds, the young brilliant sun stood strong showering

its warmth onto the primeval forest and all of its life. Its

rays of light sliced through the lofty treetops. Together

today from the shadows of ancient times, Mother Ceres

and her child Proserpina joyfully played and danced to

the song of summer.

Exhilarated, the young man drew in a long deep

breath of the misty morning air. Filling his inner chest,

he released a heavy exhale. As Darian slowly closed his

eyes, he quickly drew in another breath as though it might

be his last. Holding onto the reins in the meanwhile, the

young man felt one with his horse and the world around

him. When the forged iron shoes on his horse slipped off

stones, he noticed if the rock was jagged or smooth. Noth-

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ing evaded his senses at that moment. He saw all of the

interconnections of the world as if from an all–knowing

dream. Slowly, the tall, brown hair man opened his slate–

blue eyes. The ever–changing world buzzed with energy

as he looked out at it. He was not at the center of it but

merely a part of it.

His mount was a sleek shiny caramel stallion.

Darian had personally raised and cared for the horse since

the first day of the animal’s life. Assisting the horse-keeper

during the difficult birth, the animal forged an immediate

bond with Darian. Being a sick fickle foal from the

very start, caring for Boocaress would have put a strain

on the master of the stables. At the time, he was not willing

to care for both Boocaress and his mother. Instead of

getting rid of a good breeding mare, Roy had a plan for

the young colt.

Through the generosity of Darian’s care-giver,

Duc de Paimpont, the orphaned boy received Boocaress

as a gift under a strict pledge that young Darian would

take full responsibility for the animal. In addition to his

sworn oath to the Duc, the young lad gladly agreed to

perform menial tasks for Roy as payment for the colt.

Over those important early years young Darian carefully

groomed and conditioned the high–strung animal into the

strong, self–assured stallion of today. They had traveled

many miles, and for much of the time Darian simply

walked alongside his faithful fleet–footed friend.

That day though, as they rose up out of the black

marshy ground, Darian quickly focused on the task at

hand. Swiftly, the strong horse carried his young master

in his search of his foster–sister, the daughter of Duc de

Paimpont, Lady Sabrina. Flanking their rear as Boocaress

streaked headlong through the shadow–filled grove,

the Duc’s two greatest Gascony hounds Thor and Taranus

raced behind them as they had done so many other

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times. Much to their namesakes, these two tough canines

easily kept pace with the stallion as he effortlessly skipped

over fallen and leaning trees lying scattered along their

path. The dogs’ short thick tricolor coats resembled dark

brooding skies with blue streaking across their fur. Enduring

hours of rigorous tracking for the Duc and Darian,

the faithful dogs loved every minute of it. Lean and

mean, these long–legged hounds lived for the hunt. It

did not matter if they were silently leading their masters

to rabbits waiting warily or loudly corralling plump feral

pigs. Many times Darian had brought down big wild boars

with thrown pilum–like spears as he raced along side of

them on the back of Boocaress.

Never did the Duc’s table lack fresh game in his

hall at Paimpont. A simple man, he prided himself on

this fact. Countless hours Darian had spent practicing the

perfect kill shot as he rode horseback all the while. Thinking

of those times so long forgotten, he laughed at how

sore sometimes his flanks would be.

Still some distance from his destination at Comper,

the young man eagerly declared, “My love, I hope I

find U by the manor or at least near the lake. Hah! Knowing

U, U’ll be swimming in this warm sunshine.”

He pictured Sabrina, her short, voluptuous body

skinny–dipping in the cool waters of the lake in Comper.

Standing naked for the whole world to see, her long

golden highlighted hair hung loosely over her shoulders.

With the face of a slightly freckled angel, her alluring

amber eyes entranced any man that looked into them too

long.

Smiling dreamily Darian thought, “With any luck

that is how I will find U.”

Leaning closer to Boocaress, he eagerly spurred

the beast onward. His heart was racing as the sweet spring

breeze cooled his lusty thoughts. Soon he would be by

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her side. Yes, soon.

Suddenly a sour thought. “It will make for a long

day if Thor and Taranus have to track U for any distance.

If U don’t go beyond the perimeter wall surrounding the

estate, the dogs will easily find U, though.”

Smiling still as he thought of her, he added, “It

will be good to see U again. It has been eight long days

since U were around. Hah! I think Father misses U too

even though he doesn’t say so.

“He was so insistent on finding U and bringing

U home today, if I could. I wonder why he waited until

midday to tell me to do it? It just doesn’t make sense.

Lately, he has been doing that a lot. I still can’t believe

that he actually did what he did at the Vernal Equinox

Festival. How did he expect U to react?

“Father of all people should know how hotheaded

U can be. Damn, Sab, U didn’t even have a clue what

Father planned. I didn’t, either.”

As Darian’s mind raced away with him, all of

the realistic ramifications played out, again. Once more,

a cold, empty, lonely feeling swallowed him whole. Unwilling

to live without Sab, Darian struggled with the

thought of losing her to another. Crushed, Darian had

watched helplessly from the shadows of center stage, that

day.

As all of Armorica emerged from a mild winter,

the first months of the new Christian year had promised

seasons of prosperity to all. With much personal surplus

and very little winter road damage throughout the realm,

many clans from the western lands between Paimpont

and Brest attended the annual celebration. Never had so

many gathered at the war–honored duc’s secluded estate.

Even though the young prince of Armorica Alayn

de Rennes and his wife Lady Madaleanna did not attend,

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folks as far away as the frontier lands of Fougères came

to this Keltic–Christian celebration.

At a well–orchestrated moment during the equinox

Duc Jean–Claude stood between Sabrina and Elroy

de St. Gelvin, the only son of a wartime comrade who

had passed away the year before this one. Suddenly, raising

up Sabrina’s hand, the Duc falsely declared Sabrina’s

engagement to Sir Elroy as the old duc lifted up de St.

Gelvin’s hand.

Sabrina, furious, abruptly halted the otherwise

festive occasion in her own fiery fashion. But to Darian,

the likely reality of losing her to another emotionally

crippled him. From that day forth a heart–wrenching fear

hounded Darian’s thoughts like a yapping lap dog.

At that moment astride Boocaress, the young

man’s fearful thoughts distracted his otherwise keen

senses. He lost focus on the forest flashing past him and

failed to notice Thor and Taranus suddenly veering off.

Finally, through the thick haze of his clouded

thoughts, the fast–fading yapping of the excited hounds

registered with Darian. Realizing the dogs had jumped

some game and had given chase, Darian quickly turned

and charged after them. Pressing Boocaress hard, the

young man realized he had only a few moments before

the hounds would be too far–gone to recall them. Faster

and faster the squire and his horse galloped after the

blood–crazed hounds but to no avail. They had too great

a start. Unable to keep up, Darian lagged farther and farther

behind them.

Reaching the far side of the shallow thickets that

carpeted the wide valley, still at a hard gallop, Darian

watched helplessly as Thor and Taranus streaked headlong

after an albino roe deer. As the large animal vanished

from view with the hounds on its heels, Darian

cursed his luck. He knew it would be hours before the

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hounds either turned the white doe back around or finally

gave up the chase. Realizing this, Darian slowed

Boocaress to a steady trot as he turned to a southerly

direction.

After crossing some distance, the young man and

his horse came upon a wide, fast–moving stream. Stopping,

he dismounted. Letting go of the reins, Boocaress

lowered his head and got a long drink from the cold, gurgling

waters. Surveying the stream, Darian’s eyes followed

it as it crawled up a low–cropped plateau and vanished

from view. Wondering if there was a shallow crossing

upstream, Darian led Boocaress by the rein up the

gradual but rocky slope. As they reached this higher

ground, a sudden vision of incredible beauty filled the

young man’s eyes.

It was like the first time that he had ever seen his

foster–sister Sabrina naked. Here she was, glistening in

the sunlight as the water dripped from her voluptuous

body. Speechless, his mouth dried. He stared spellbound.

Chilled by the cool creek, her large nipples pointed outward.

He wanted to fondle them, first with his fingers

and then with his tongue. Her long golden locks were

pulled back from her face and hung loosely over the back

of her small ears.

Though he had never seen another naked woman

in his life, Darian knew there could not be too many

women that were as fine as Sabrina.

Suddenly spotting him but not recognizing whom

it was, Sabrina moved to get out of the loud water. Unsuccessfully,

she tried to cover her large breasts and slender

waist with her hands and arms. With panic on her

face, she looked back to see how far back he was. As she

suddenly realized it was Darian, her O–shaped mouth

closed into a soft sweet sneer.

Obviously startled, though, the young beauty

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shook her head, disapprovingly. Snipping at him in a light

tone, she barked, “I see some things never change, sweet

brother. U’re still a Peeping Tom.”

Coming to the high side of the pooled–up stream,

the short beautiful woman stepped up on the shore and

reached for her long hanging towel. After her initial surprise

wore off, Sabrina nonchalantly wrapped the large

off–white body linen around her glistening wet body and

underneath her arms. Smiling slightly, she tucked the ends

of the towel in between her plump breasts. Teasingly, as

he stared intently, she slowly adjusted and readjusted them

several times.

As she toyed with his emotions, the young

woman tangentially thought of the times when she first

met Darian. Suddenly, a cold sadness filled her heart.

The past forcefully invaded her mind. She knew, now,

how wrong she really was for treating him the way she

did. Still, her past replayed itself.

Only a short year after the violent death of her

own mother, the ten–year old Sabrina had met the five–

year old boy that had stole away her father’s attention.

Easily at first, the young angry girl lashed out at orphaned

boy every chance she could.

And for the first couple of years at his foster

home, life was not much better than it was for Darian

when he lived in a dirt hut in the north woods of Paimpont.

For a while, young Sabrina held no mercy for the

boy who had lost both of his parents and seemed intent

on stealing the only one she had. In time, this changed,

though much about Darian had not except for his physique.

When Darian first arrived in Paimpont, he was

sickly pale and malnourished. By the age of ten, though,

the youth stood eye to eye with Sabrina and outweighed

her by at least twenty pounds. From the intensive condi-

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tioning and care of Duc de Paimpont, young Darian

quickly matured into a young strong man. The thin arms

and legs of a rickety boy were forged into the well–toned

biceps and thighs of a man. Besides his short, straight,

sandy–brown hair and boyish looks, the only other physical

thing that remained the same was the sad, slate-blue

eyes of Darian.

Even now after all these years, Sabrina saw a

loneliness in them that Darian could not always hide or

find an excuse for. At different times she wondered if it

was this loneliness that silenced him so often. She worried

for him. Socially, he suffered from his extreme passiveness.

From simple conversations with Darian, she

knew, all too well, that he falsely perceived the world.

He held himself at higher standards than everyone else

while he expected little or nothing from anyone else, least

of all, her. She saw him as having a heart of a priest in the

flesh of a warrior. And within this purity, she found the

love that she could not deny.

With a warm smile on her face she asked, “How

did U find me out here?”

“I have my ways,” he replied with a smile.

Slowly, he walked up to her with lust in his eyes.

Swatting him in his chest, she said, “Seriously,

how did U? Honestly, I am not totally sure where I am at,

right now. I have an general idea but I could not say for

sure.”

Laughing lightly he wrapped his large arms

around her and pulled her close. Kissing her welcoming

lips, he remarked, “How bad do U really want to know?”

As if appalled by his innuendo, she pushed him

away and remarked, “Definitely not that bad.”

Grabbing hold of her before she was out of his

reach, he pulled her close to him. Smiling playfully he

said, “So, U didn’t miss me at all while U were gone on

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your little escapade in the enchanted forests of Armorica?”

Looking straight at her, capturing her attention

with his eyes, Darian peered into her dark brown eyes

looking for the truth. Not wanting to admit that she missed

him, she broke eye contact and looked down at the ground.

Knowing that she did though, she smiled brightly as her

cheeks became flush, once more. Trying to restore eye

contact, he lifted up her chin with his fingertips.

But Sabrina kept her head down and to the side

as she started to giggle softly as she had done as a child.

Playfully pushing him away with her hands as he held

her tightly, she scolded, “Stop it. Get your paws off me,

U animal. U’re just lucky that Fenris is not here or U

wouldn’t be doing this right now.”

Suddenly, he realized that he had not actually

seen her massive mahogany mastiff since meeting up with

her. He wondered if Fenris was with her. Unconsciously,

Darian loosened his grip on her. As if half expecting the

big brown ox of a dog to be lurking in the shadows, Darian

quickly scanned his surroundings.

Sabrina smiled as she watched her foster brother’s

eyes nervously dart from side to side. Laughing lightly,

she asked, “What’s wrong, little boy? U’re not too certain

how rough U want to play now, do U?”

Vividly reliving a time when they both were

much younger, Darian recalled playfully holding Sabrina

pinned to the ground. Unexpectedly though, her 120–

pound mastiff bull–rushed young Darian, suddenly turning

the tables on him. The great beast had Darian’s back

to the ground. Growling and snapping relentlessly at his

face, Fenris warned young Darian to leave Sabrina alone.

Frightened and fearing for his life, the young boy

wrenched his face away from the ferocious mastiff. As

drool dripped from the jowls of Fenris, Darian recalled

thinking that the dog had bitten his face and he was bleed-

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ing badly.

Sabrina laughed. Snapping Darian out of his stupor,

she remarked, “U’re not going to start crying like

the time when Fenris playfully pinned U to the ground

that day U were picking on me?”

“I was not picking on U. U started it. Besides,

your dog wasn’t playing that day. The only reason that I

didn’t die that day was because U pulled Fenris off me,”

loudly declared Darian.

“Hah! I couldn’t stop Fenris from biting anyone

if I tried to. Besides, if U were nice to me all of the time,

U wouldn’t have anything to worry about,” replied Sabrina

with a smile.

As if that was all it took Darian moved closer to

Sabrina and gently wrapped his strong arms around her.

Slightly surprised, she simply watched his sudden change

in manner. Looking down for the moment, Sabrina tilted

her head to the right to watch the young man’s wandering

hands. Exposed, Darian smothered her neck with soft

tiny kisses. As he moved up the side of it, she playfully

struggled in his arms. But as he lightly licked her earlobe

and traced the outer edge with the tip of his tongue though,

Sabrina suddenly became passive and non–resistive.

Raising his hands up to her head, he fondled her hair as

his lips approached her slightly opened mouth. After a

long soft kiss, he slowly pulled away from her soft plump

lips, and smiled at her.

“I found U accidentally. Boocaress and I were

chasing the dogs after Thor and Taranus jumped a white

deer and tore off after it. We were all heading up to Comper

to find U.”

“U saw a white deer, today. Really?” She asked

smiling with amazement.

Privileged to have witnessed this rare sight, he

replied, “Yeah. It was amazing. It was a large animal so

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U know that it had been around for a while.”

Nodding her head in astonishment, something

stirred within the young woman. Marking a spiritual revelation

that moved her deeply, she remarked excitedly,

“It’s an omen, Darian. This year there is going to be a

great change in things to come. That’s what the white

deer signifies––change.”

“Oh, U think so,” replied the young man as he

held her in his arms.

She nodded yes and remarked, “Yes, I do. It’s

about U and me. U must see that.”

He looked at her and, with a raised eyebrow,

asked, “So my sweet little witch, is it going to be for the

better or for the worse?”

“It’s going to be for the better, of course,” she

snuggled up against his chest and added, “Matter of fact,

I had a dream. In it, Father was sitting in the courtyard at

home. I walked over to him as he sat on one of the stone

benches. Still standing, I told him that I was in love with

U and wanted to marry U.”

“Huh? U told him that. What did he say?”

“Hah! That’s the funny thing. He really didn’t

say much. He sat there silent for a moment and then replied

‘Certainly, I don’t see any reason why U two

shouldn’t be married. U are going to handle all of the

arrangements, right?’

“And that’s all he said. As I turned to go that’s

when I woke up. That was this morning. Afterwards, I

did some thinking and I decided that I am just going to

tell Father when I reach home. In fact, that’s where I was

headed before I stopped here. On the way, I saw this

pooled up stream and decided to take a dip. It’s such a

beautiful day that I figured why not.”

Truly surprised by her statement, Darian

peeled her from his chest and held Sabrina at arms’

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length by her shoulders. Looking directly into her

beautiful brown eyes, he asked, “U can’t be serious? U

just can’t tell him that way.”

“What do U mean?” Responded Sabrina. “Why

can’t I just be straightforward with Father? We’re all

adults, now. Besides, after the way he tried to marry me

off earlier this year, he should be thrilled that I want to

marry U,” she declared matter–of–factly.

“U just can’t be so candid about this,” cautioned

Darian. “Besides, it isn’t your place to say anything. I’m

the one who should ask Father for your hand in marriage.”

“So what’s stopping U?” She bluntly remarked.

Caught short by her directness and reluctant to

broach the subject of marriage to the Duc for a number

of reasons, Darian said nothing. The most important reason

was that Duc de Paimpont personally had provided

Darian with a home and had treated him as his only son

for the last thirteen years.

Still looking into Sabrina’s eyes, Darian pondered

all possible consequences. Once more, he thought of the

distinct possibility that some day he might lose her. Not

wanting that, he found the strength to say, “All right, U

win. Tomorrow when Father and I go hunting, I will tell

him.”

Smiling brightly, she leaned forward and kissed

him.

Pulling away, she added, “That will be just fine.”

Raising his large hand up to her face, he caressed

her cheek. As he continued to stare into her beautiful eyes,

he smiled. “Good, I am glad U are happy.”

He leaned forward and locked his lips onto hers.

As he ran his hands over her soft sweet curves, his kiss

became more passionate, their bodies more tightly entwined.

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Then, as Darian gently sucked on her slender

neck, Sabrina coyly asked, “Is this why U brought the

dogs to track me down so that U could have your way

with me?”

Laughing lightly, he remarked, “No, not exactly.

That idea just popped up.”

She rubbed up against his hard body and wickedly

replied, “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

As she smiled he kissed her again. Then he declared,

“Father wanted me to bring U home today.”

Curiously, she said, “I wonder what is so important

that I must come home to today?”

“I don’t know but I know that it is not as important

as this,” Darian answered.

“As important as what…?” She started. But before

Sabrina could finish her question, Darian had pulled

her towel free and allowed it to drop to the ground.

Crouching down, he cupped one of her large breasts with

both of his hands. Caressing the sides of it, he kissed her

breast. Ever so lightly he tongued and nibbled at her

nipple.

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Alright people I just had lunch with my buddy Leon yesterday and he gave me a new copy of his rewritten book.  I am thanked in type in the book in the beginning!  I figure the guy thanks me for reading the book before he prints it and pointing out errors that I see, but I still wanna EARN that thank you!

So his new book is the first of what is going to be a 4 part series.  This is a rewrite of Deadly Secrets.  The new name of the book is:

Ambrosius Aureliani

I just emailed him to get me a snip he wants me to use as well as a few details as to when it will be available.  He just go the shipment this Tuesday.

I will update when I have more info.  Give the guy a shot I do not think you will be dissapointed.

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Arthurian Tales: Ambrosius Aureliani

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Author: Leon Mintz
Publisher: Erie Harbor Productions
ISBN: 9780971782853
Rating: Four Stars (out of Five)

Arthurian Tales: Ambrosius Aureliani
Countless works of literature have been inspired by the medieval mystique of King Arthur. Blockbuster films and commercial fiction, set in this fascinating period, meet a receptive audience even in the twenty-first century. Though historical accuracy is subject to embellishment, most readers seeking entertainment in a modern interpretation of semi-real events, no longer care whether the work will pass scholastic standards.

In Ambrosius Aureliani, the author has graced his carefully-crafted pages with meticulous historical detail. Leon Mintz knows his material to a fine point, and presents his novel much like an animated professor. Narrated by Merlinus, better known simply as Merlin, this work is the first in a proposed four-book series, set in the fifth century as the Roman Empire is collapsing. Mintz’s fantastic story begins when Theodosius is kidnapped from his parents, King Adaulphus and Princess Placidia. He is taken by Merlin to Britain where the infant will be raised under the new name Ambrosius. Years later, Ambrosius is driven off the island, but he finds refuge with Merlin at his Gallic villa near Aureliani. Then Ambrosius returns with Bishop Germanus of Auxerre to fight Vortigern and the Saxon army.

Though the book stands on its own, this tale has all the attributes of a prolonged saga with treacherous battles and territorial disputes. The scenes are filled with action and intrigue, usually gripping in their intensity. At no time is the novel boring, but Mintz has allowed an academic tone to hamper his skill as a first-rate storyteller. This intellectual approach may have been intentional: a tactic meant to appeal to fans who enjoy a narrative overflowing with facts, trivia, and minor characters. However, the latent problem in drawing a vast amount of knowledge into a work of fiction, is a tendency to smother the major protagonists and slow down the plot.

According to the publisher, Mintz has relied on “a tapestry of facts and fables woven together from the words of Gildas, Nennius, and Geoffrey of Monmouth,” as well as the work of Bede, which is a formidable and time-consuming endeavor. From a professional standpoint, this reinterpretation of the legend is an admirable accomplishment, but the average reader is often in pursuit of riveting adventure, without the intrusion of details that may not have been essential to the primary storyline. Yet Mintz, also the author of Memoir of the Masses, an experimental vampire novel, still deserves a high mark for nearly flawless copyediting, and a marketable concept. For history enthusiasts, Ambrosius Aureliani, and the subsequent books in his Arthurian Tales series, will be a welcome addition to any personal library.

Julia Ann Charpentier


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An excerpt from the book taken from the website and note the narrator is not the author, but just the running narrator throughout the book:

 

 

 

 

Note from the Narrator

Greetings. I am Merlinus or simply Merlin. It is the latter that I have been

called of late. The trappings of Rome have fallen away like the features of

a fading leper. The sights are horrid, and the losses sting with great regret.

And though I am a Roman at heart, I have not lived under Roman rule in

quite some time. Still, I possess documents revealing my legal claim to a

large imperial villa on the shores of the Loire River near the city of

Aureliani. It was many, many years ago when I first received that vast

estate.

During the consulship of Constantius and Constans, a Roman senator

and my father made a deal. In this deal, the Spaniard signed over his

Gallic lands to me. In return, my father vowed to escort another nobleman’s

daughter and her newborn son to Barcelona. In addition, after a short

stay, Father would bring her back to her home in Armorica. That was the

plan.

But then, Father caught an ill vapor and died before he could execute

his part of the deal. I stepped forward to fulfill Father’s obligations to the

senator. It was at this point that I became privy to the other elements of

the plan. Father had agreed to exchange the daughter’s child with the son

of the self-proclaimed restorer of Rome, King Adaulphus. So I did what

Father had arranged to do.

Shortly after this secret switch took place, the daughter’s child

became ill and died. Her baby was mourned as if he were Theodosius,

the son of King Adaulphus and Princess Placidia.

So the son of the Restitutor Orbis lived on as Ambrosius. It was not

until years later after gray strands had crept into his brown hair that he

died. Many may scoff at what I write, but they are fools if they do.

Life is not always simple, and I have no interest in telling lies. So become

aware of the truth about Ambrosius Aureliani by your own free will or

stumble into enlightenment as I did.

The sun poured across the eastern horizon as I neared the end of

my long walk. My destination was a certain church near Barcelona.

The overpowering sun rolled over me. I closed my eyes, but still I could

not block out its light. Blindly, I kept going until I tripped over a stone.

On my hands and knees, I looked up and saw the church.

A line of people flowed through the church to pay their respects to the

dead child. I joined their line and entered the church. Its center aisle

divided two rows of benches. Ten of them, wooden and backless, sat in

each row. People filled them all. Some stood behind them, waiting for an

available seat, while others observed from afar. I took a seat when I

could. The church had never held so many mourners at one time.

Some time later, Princess Placidia entered. The hurt in her face tore

at my heart. I looked away, knowing I had caused it. Or, at least, I was

partly to blame. I tried to forget about the young lady kneeling in front of

the silver-plated baby casket. I tried to forget her beautiful face,

her slender cheeks, soft dark eyes, raven hair, and olive skin. She moaned,

reminding me that she was still there, crying her last good-byes to her

baby, Theodosius. I felt nauseated. My hand trembled as it rested on my

knee. I wanted to vomit. Sweat slithered down the sides of my face.

Her king, Adaulphus, stood behind her. He looked more Roman than

Gothic. He sported a black toga with gold sashes. Though not tall in

stature, Adaulphus was distinguished in beauty of face and form. Placidia’s

weeping grew; King Adaulphus placed his hand on her shoulder. She

looked up at him with sad red eyes. Tears streamed down her soft cheeks.

They had shared a lifetime, though they were together only four years.

For the first time in centuries, barbarians had sacked Rome, and this

man standing behind the Roman princess had led them. As the brotherin-

law of Alaric, Adaulphus fought and killed many Romans. He had

captured countless prisoners for his Lord Alaric, but none so precious as

Placidia. After Lord Alaric had perished in Italy, Adaulphus took control

Chapter 1

of their mobile empire. Though barbaric and Arian, this great man left few

doubting his self-proclaimed title of the restorer of Rome.

Originally seized from her home as a hostage, in time Placidia fell in

love with Adaulphus. From the plunder of Rome, he gave her wedding

gifts of jewels and gold. Together, they had united the greatest elements

of their cultures. Now, they mourned their fate. The hope of a grand

dynasty had passed like the spirit of the child in the closed coffin.

Imperial pleas and threats arrived continuously, all centered around

Princess Placidia. Many of them came from men like Germanus, the Bishop

of Auxerre. The bishop stood in the inner imperial circles. He was a

friend of Budicius, a Spanish senator and cousin of Emperor Honorius.

Already that day, I heard the whispered words of divine

judgment, as if the death of baby Theodosius was God’s wrath against the

Roman-Gothic union. His death fulfilled the prophecy of Daniel. Though

joined, there would be no future heirs to keep the two empires together.

What would the masses say if they knew Theodosius lived? What

would they say if they knew that the baby boy was being kept out in

a nearby villa waiting for me to take him to the fringes of Armorica?

I needed to leave. I stood. My movement caught Germanus’

attention, and he looked at me. The bishop had a light complexion. His

face was long but not ugly. He was well-groomed, not a single black hair

out of place. He kept it short. It glistened from oils in his hair. His beard

ran thinly along his jawline. His regal attire revealed that Germanus spent

more time primping than praying. His moral demeanor, which I had

witnessed, didn’t seem to warrant such a pious position. He smiled,

knowing that I was leaving, finally, for the villa. Earlier, he had told me that

I shouldn’t have come to the service, and I should have left for Armorica

instead.

I had inflicted the queen and her king with something worse than pain.

I wanted no part of my father’s circle of friends now. My father’s friends

were not mine. Sadly, I questioned the true character of my dead father.

I had been suddenly pulled into this conspiracy with his death less than a

month ago. Now it was my duty to complete what he had begun. With

his dying breath, my father begged this from me: “Save the family.”

I didn’t return Germanus’ smile. It melted into a frown, and he moved

toward me. I didn’t alter my pace as I made my way to the aisle.

Germanus caught up with me before I could reach the doors of the church.

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Though only fourteen, I was noticeably taller than the bishop.

“Why the long face, young Merlinus?” Germanus whispered.

Still walking, I glanced at him with the same sour expression.

“You act like you’ve done some terrible injustice,” he hissed lowly.

“Haven’t I?” I replied.

“No,” Germanus replied. “Your actions shall save Rome and all of Its

Glory. You’ve shown that you’re a true citizen. As true as Caesar.”

“He was a dictator. Spare me your lies. The Empire is in greater peril

than ever, if you think a baby could cause it to self-implode,” I barked as

we stepped free of the church and into the light of day.

“You must see that if we didn’t do this, the Empire would be torn

apart. None of the nobles of Rome would honor Adaulphus or any son

Placidia might bear him, not even one named after her great father,

Theodosius. For God’s sake, Adaulphus is a barbarian. And worse yet,

Arian.”

“What’s not barbaric or unholy about our actions?” I asked.

“The boy is not dead,” Germanus answered.

I continued to walk in the direction of Budicius’ villa where the baby,

Theodosius, was kept.

“Do we have a problem?” Germanus called out as he stopped.

“If we did, that whole church would know by now,” I replied.

“Good,” he replied, “so, don’t worry. Your family shall be rewarded

for serving the Empire in this task. Budicius is a wealthy landowner.

He has the ears of Honorius’ advisers. His Gallic holdings near Aureliani

are immaculate. Your father would be truly honored.”

“My family is the only reason I am going through with this,”

I declared.

My words and hard stare melted his false smile once more.

Convincing him of my intent, I turned and continued in the direction of the

villa. I had made a terrible error in judgment, and now I had to deal with

it.

As I walked, I wondered why they insisted on handling it this way.

If the child was a threat to imperial authority, then why not kill the child or

leave him at the crossroads where some animal would do what the

authorities couldn’t. Maybe Father was supposed to kill the child, and

they thought that he had told me to do the same. He had never mentioned

such a thing.


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That didnt translate very well:

 
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http://www.erieharbor.com/Arthurian_Tales_Ambrosius_Aureliani_First_Chapter.pdf


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