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Saturday, July 4, 2026

The Way of Salvation: An Overview

Nothing can be more intricate, complex, and hard to be understood, than religion, as it has been often described.” ¹

John Wesley begins his sermon on the Scripture Way of Salvation with the above quote and he’s right. Religion is difficult, unlike a true relationship with Christ Jesus, which is a far simpler thing. The entire point of a relationship with Jesus is to draw closer to God, through his son. The only problem is that as humans we are incapable of maintaining such a relationship on our own, much less initiating it. This relationship, which Wesley frames as the genuine religion of Christ, is only possible through faith and it results in salvation.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “I thought you said this relationship was simple. That doesn’t sound simple” Bear with me as we look more deeply into Wesley’s doctrine of the Scripture Way of Salvation and we will try to demystify it and see that it truly is far easier than we, or even Wesley himself, tend to make it. To that end we are going to break things down into easily digestible portions. In parts 2 through 5, we will look at Grace (Wesley defines at least three types), Justification, Sanctification, and Backsliding.

First, though, a quick overview. Salvation, or Justification, is through faith alone. But this is not passive faith, we don’t sit back and wait for justification. Now, there is nothing that we can do to earn it either. Faith is a product of God’s grace in our life and so called “good works” can be a conduit of grace. As can the Sacraments, fellowship, and Scripture. This Prevenient Grace prepares us for Salvation and sets the stage for Justifying Grace, which arrives to bring about what I like to call the “come to Jesus” moment and others call being Born Again or the New Birth. But this is not the end of the journey.

After Justification, Wesley believed that we moved toward Sanctification. During this stage, God provides Sanctifying Grace, which is “our gradual spiritual recovery of the likeness of God following the New Birth.” ² This journey towards Christian Perfection is gradual and is only made possible by the grace of God, much like the journey toward Justification. According to Wesley it is quite possible to reach perfection in this life, of course it is also possible to backslide and lose our Salvation altogether, or even to simply choose to walk away instead of growing into the image of Christ.

Next month we will take a closer look at the three types of Grace, Prevenient, Justifying and Sanctifying.

Saturday, April 4, 2026

Steadfast Love

The day dawned in confusion, like a nightmare without end. How had things gone so wrong? He was the messiah; she was sure of that. Or was she? She knew what he’d done for her. He called her by name and had saved her. Saved her from the spirits that had been driving her mad and transformed her life. Now, her life before she’d met him seemed like a different person’s life. But he’d been killed. How did this happen?

There were conflicting stories, everything from conspiracy theories to idle gossip. She needed to know the truth; he always said that the truth would set her free. Of course, he also said that he was the truth. She was headed for the tomb where they’d buried the truth. Thoughts whirled through her mind and in an effort to pull them into some kind of order, she ran through what she’d pieced together over the last three days.

There had been a meal and Jesus and the twelve went to a garden on the Mount of Olives. Some said the garden was called Gethsemane, others that they had been staying at an oil press that was in an unnamed garden or olive grove. John had said that Judas betrayed their location to the Sanhedrin and brought a mob of people to arrest him. One of the twelve had pulled a sword and injured one member of the mob. It wasn’t clear if it was Simon, or Simon. Either made sense though as one had been a Zealot before he met the Lord and well, Peter, was always one for acting without thinking. Yeah, it was probably Simon Peter. They said that Jesus healed the injured man and told Peter to put the sword away. That’s just like him.

The twelve, well eleven, fled and Jesus was taken to the High Priest’s and things get rather muddled. There were even reports of someone running all the way back to Jerusalem naked. No one seems to know exactly what happened. Some say he was tried and found guilty, others say it was a mock trial, and others claim that he confessed. The mock trial seems to be the most likely case. Peter had apparently followed them but then denied even knowing the Lord. He wouldn’t talk about any of it; in fact he hadn’t said a word to anyone really. At least nothing of substance, the others were looking to him for leadership, and he was lost in his own grief. He seemed almost haunted.

What was indisputable was that Jesus had been turned over to Pilate for execution and after some serious back and forth that seemed more focused on political considerations than on justice, was beaten and crucified. She’d been there for the crucifixion. It had been awful. It’s always awful, but somehow more so with him. She kept expecting a miracle. Squads of angels or something suitably messianic. Nothing like that happened. There was an earthquake, and the sky turned black for several hours, but he wasn’t rescued.

After he’d died, Pilate gave his body to some guy named Joseph. Some said he was a follower from Arimathea, but others claim he’s a member of the Sanhedrin and that he took the body to destroy it. Joeseph had indeed taken the Lords body and he and Nicodemus, who was absolutely a member of the Sanhedrin had respectfully wrapped the body and placed it in a tomb. She’d followed them, so that she would know what they’d done with him. That’s how she knew where he lay. That’s how she knew where she was going.

She looked up and couldn’t believe her eyes. The stone was no longer blocking the entrance to the tomb. Twenty men had rolled it into place but now it wasn’t there and the seal that had placed on the tomb was broken. The stone had been rolled away, but by who. She turned and ran to the place where the eleven were staying in an upper room. She beat on the door and shouted for someone to answer. Eventually Peter and John cautiously answered. Words poured from her mouth, “They have taken away the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid Him.” Somehow, they understood the jumble of words and raced off back the way she’d come. She chased after them.

John, being younger, easily outpaced Peter or at least Peter claimed it was due to his youth at each retelling. John was lurking at the entrance when Peter arrived, he seemed hesitant to enter. Peter didn’t even slow down; he just ran straight into the tomb. The linen sheet that he’d been wrapped with was lying there and the face cloth from his head had been neatly folded and was sitting by itself a little way away. John finally entered and saw everything that Peter had seen. Then they left to return to the others. John seemed to believe that a miracle may have occurred. Peter, somehow, looked even more dejected as they passed her.

She stood there by the tomb, weeping and after a little while she stooped down and looked into the tomb. Two people in white were seated at either end of where the body had lain. “Woman, why are you weeping?”

“Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him,” she replied. She must have heard something behind her because she turned away from the tomb and found someone else standing nearby. He too asked, “Woman, why are you weeping?” and followed with another question. “Whom are you seeking?”

It occurred to her that he must be the one who tends to the garden. “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” He called her by name. He called her by name! “Rabbi!” She cried out. He smiled at her and said, “Do not cling to Me, for I have not yet ascended to My Father; but go to My brethren and say to them, ‘I am ascending to My Father and your Father, and to My God and your God.’”

She felt as light as a feather as she almost danced toward the upper room. The Lord was alive; he had risen from the dead! She needed to let the others know, to tell them what he’d said to her. They needed to know that this day that had started out in darkness, death, fear and confusion had been transformed into a glorious day of light, life, hope and clarity. They needed to know how God’s steadfast love had changed everything. And we need to know too.

© 2025 Richard L. Foland Jr. Image generated via AI from prompt by the author.

Monday, November 21, 2022

The Shema

 


In 1945, Rabbi Eliezer Silver headed up the search for thousands of displaced Jewish children across Europe. They had been hidden from the Nazis on farms, in convents, and monasteries.

He had a promising lead, a monastery in southern France had reportedly taken in Jewish children. The priest in charge, insisted that to his knowledge, all of their children were Christians. Rabbi Silver had no records.

He asked if he could visit the wards. In front of the children, he began singing in Hebrew, “Shema Israel, Adonai Elohenu, Adonai Echad.” A handful of faces lit up, and tiny voices joined in. They recognized these words from their bedtime prayers, and from their earliest memories of their mothers and fathers reciting them, during their own prayers.

These six words begin the Shema (pronounced “shmah”), which is one of two prayers specifically commanded in Torah (the other is grace after meals). It’s the oldest fixed daily prayer in Judaism, recited each evening and morning since antiquity. It consists of three biblical passages, two of which specifically say to speak these things "when you lie down and when you rise up." The English translation of the prayer reads as follows:

Hear O’ Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One.

Blessed is the name of His glorious kingdom for ever and ever. (This line is usually recited in an undertone.)

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. Take to heart these instructions with which I charge you this day. Impress them upon your children. Recite them when you stay at home and when you are away, when you lie down and when you get up. Bind them as a sign on your hand and let them serve as a symbol on your forehead, inscribe them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.

If, then, you obey the commandments that I enjoin upon you this day, loving the LORD your God and serving Him with all your heart and soul, I will grant the rain for your land in season, the early rain and the late. You shall gather in your new grain and wine and oil— I will also provide grass in the fields for your cattle—and thus you shall eat your fill. Take care not to be lured away to serve other gods and bow to them. For the LORD’s anger will flare up against you, and He will shut up the skies so that there will be no rain and the ground will not yield its produce; and you will soon perish from the good land that the LORD is assigning to you. Therefore impress these My words upon your very heart: bind them as a sign on your hand and let them serve as a symbol on your forehead, and teach them to your children—reciting them when you stay at home and when you are away, when you lie down and when you get up; and inscribe them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates— to the end that you and your children may endure, in the land that the LORD swore to your fathers to assign to them, as long as there is a heaven over the earth.

The LORD said to Moses as follows: Speak to the Israelite people and instruct them to make for themselves fringes on the corners of their garments throughout the ages; let them attach a cord of blue to the fringe at each corner. That shall be your fringe; look at it and recall all the commandments of the LORD and observe them, so that you do not follow your heart and eyes in your lustful urge. Thus you shall be reminded to observe all My commandments and to be holy to your God. I the LORD am your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt to be your God: I, the LORD your God.

 

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Knot Tying 101

My brethren, let not many of you become teachers, knowing that we shall receive a stricter judgment. For we all stumble in many things. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a perfect man, able also to bridle the whole body. Indeed, we put bits in horses’ mouths that they may obey us, and we turn their whole body. Look also at ships: although they are so large and are driven by fierce winds, they are turned by a very small rudder wherever the pilot desires. Even so the tongue is a little member and boasts great things.

See how great a forest a little fire kindles! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity. The tongue is so set among our members that it defiles the whole body, and sets on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire by hell. For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and creature of the sea, is tamed and has been tamed by mankind. But no man can tame the tongue. It is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our God and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in the similitude of God. Out of the same mouth proceed blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not to be so. Does a spring send forth fresh water and bitter from the same opening? Can a fig tree, my brethren, bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Thus no spring yields both salt water and fresh.

-- James 3:1-12

Previously on a WCTL Blog…

In Matthew 15 Jesus says, “Do you not yet understand that whatever enters the mouth goes into the stomach and is eliminated? But those things which proceed out of the mouth come from the heart, and they defile a man. For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies. These are the things which defile a man, but to eat with unwashed hands does not defile a man.” In other words, what is in the heart is what comes out of the mouth. If you want good things to come out of the mouth, you have to have good things in your heart. If your heart is lashed to the Lord then so will be your tongue and you will be unable to talk out of both sides of your mouth. Your tongue will not produce salt water, only fresh. Have you lashed your tongue to Christ?

We absolutely need to tie our tongues to Christ so that when we speak what comes out of our mouth will glorify God. So, how do we go about that? Well, if we want to tie something securely we need to learn knot tying. We can’t tie anything if we don’t know how to make any knots. The same can be said for our metaphorical knots, we need to learn how to tie a few or we won’t be able to securely lash our tongue to the Lord. With that in mind welcome to Knot Tying 101. Now, let’s take a look at how to make a handful of the knots we’ll need for our purpose.

Study – Paul tells Timothy that, “All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work.” Immersing ourselves in scripture is one method of lashing our Tongue.

Prayer – In his letter to the Philippians, Paul writes, “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” In fact it’s not the only time he exhorts believers to pray. When we pray, properly, we grow closer to Christ and tie our hearts more closely to His.

Meditation – In the next couple verses of Philippians chapter 4 Paul says, “Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things. The things which you learned and received and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace will be with you. Meditation has become somehow tied to the eastern religions but meditating on the things of God is another good way of binding ourselves to the Lord.

Fellowship – Fellowship with each other and with God are important. Fellowship binds us to each other and to God. If we want to tie our hearts to Christ we need to be in fellowship. The most beautiful description of fellowship I’ve ever read is in Acts 2 where Luke, talking about the early church wrote, “And they continued steadfastly in the apostles’ doctrine and fellowship, in the breaking of bread, and in prayers. Then fear came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were done through the apostles. Now all who believed were together, and had all things in common, and sold their possessions and goods, and divided them among all, as anyone had need.

So continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, they ate their food with gladness and simplicity of heart, praising God and having favor with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily those who were being saved.”

We’ve briefly looked at a few knots for use in lashing our tongues to Christ, but there are many more. Service is another good one. I urge you to look for others and to go out into the world and give them heaven.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Look at this Wall

So, the government is shutdown because of a fight between Trump and the Democrats over a wall. The mainstream media and Fox News have taken their usual sides. Social Media is replete with memes from people supporting one side or another. Have you taken sides?

You have? Really, why? Didn’t you think, before choosing sides, that it might be a smokescreen. Politicians are sneaky. They’ve got everyone looking at the wall rather than at what the are doing. They don’t care about the wall and they certainly don't care about us. Most of them only care about themselves, money, power and or status. What are they doing behind our back to help themselves while we’re all looking at the wall?

I will admit that there are a few people claiming that Trump is trying to distract us from something with the wall, but they don’t seem to realize that both sides are dragging this out. What is each side doing that we aren’t seeing? How is whatever it is going to effect those of us who live paycheck to paycheck? I’ll tell you this for nothing, it probably won’t be good for us or they wouldn’t need the distraction!

So, when we finally wake up, look away from their fracas over the wall and realize what they were distracting us from and how much worse off we are just remember one thing. If everybody had voted for third party candidates in the last two elections we wouldn’t still be in this mess.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Proof

The former account I made, O Theophilus, of all that Jesus began both to do and teach, until the day in which He was taken up, after He through the Holy Spirit had given commandments to the apostles whom He had chosen, to whom He also presented Himself alive after His suffering by many infallible proofs, being seen by them during forty days and speaking of the things pertaining to the kingdom of God.

-- Acts 1:1-3

“I’ll believe, in God, when I see some proof that there actually is one.” Have you ever heard someone say that, or something similar? Much like Thomas, the doubting disciple, many people want to see proof. Unlike Thomas, however, we don’t usually get any.  In John 20:29 we are given comfort about our lack of proof, “Jesus said to him, “Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”” We are blessed who believe with little to no proof. But that isn’t something that will satisfy an unbeliever’s demand for proof. So, how do we answer them? I’m not sure we can, at least not without the Lord’s guidance, but let’s take a look.

I once was engaged in a debate on a Star Trek fan sight about religion in Star Trek which quickly devolved into a handful of us trying to “prove” that God and Jesus existed. I gave up when someone posted that he would die, turn to dust and would still be dust when the “real Zefram Cochrane makes First Contact.” What I learned from that conversation has steered me toward a different type of witnessing. But first, here’s my biggest take away from my Star Trek experience.

Never engage in an argument about historical evidence. In this case, the definition of argument would be “a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition.” However, what argument usually becomes is contradiction, which is “just the automatic gainsaying of anything the other person says.” It is never fruitful. You can bring up Josephus but his references to Jesus will be dismissed as interpolations by Christian scribes at a later date. You might mention Simon Greenleaf’s conclusion that the evidence for the existence of Christ would stand up in court and have it dismissed because lawyers can’t be trusted. You cannot win. It doesn’t matter if you bring up Pliny the Younger, Lucian or Tacitus they will be dismissed. I know. I’ve tried. People may say they want proof but they don’t. It reminds me of the Babel Fish from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

The Babel fish is small, yellow, leechlike, and probably the oddest thing in the Universe. It feeds on brainwave energy received not from its own carrier but from those around it. It absorbs all unconscious mental frequencies from this brainwave energy to nourish itself with. It then excretes into the mind of its carrier a telepathic matrix formed by combining the conscious thought frequencies with nerve signals picked up from the speech centers of the brain which has supplied them. The practical upshot of all this is that if you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language. The speech patterns you actually hear decode the brainwave matrix which has been fed into your mind by your Babel fish.

Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mind-bogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the NON-existence of God.

The argument goes like this:

`I refuse to prove that I exist,' says God, `for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.'

`But,' says Man, `The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED.'

`Oh dear,' says God, `I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly disappears in a puff of logic.

`Oh, that was easy,' says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.

-- The Hitchhiker's Guide of the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

You can’t argue someone to Christ. So, what do you do? The older I get the more I believe that the only way to witness to the world is to love people. Love and live. Love all and live for Christ. Be a reflection of Him so that others may see Him and believe. It sounds easy, but you’ll need the Lord’s guidance to do it.

Each person is different and therefore they each experience love differently; you’ll need to be constantly in prayer so that you may love each person effectively. That being said, the Golden Rule is a good starting point. “Treat others in the way you would like to be treated.” I believe that this is truly the best way to witness. Forget about finding or providing proof and just be the proof.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Free Book in Exchange for Honest Review

Light CoverI am giving away free copies of my eBook Light in the Dark in the hope of generating honest reviews. You may enter for a chance to win one of fifteen copies at LibraryThing or you can use coupon code UA92C at Smashwords. Both the contest and the coupon end August 31, 2016.

You are welcome to review the book on your personal blog or at your favorite eBook seller or social networking site. Just remember to be honest; I am not looking to have my ego inflated.

Note: This is a Christian title, if you are someone who is offended by that you are probably not going to be able to write an honest review. However, you are more than welcome to try.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Coming Soon!!

CoverPharos Publishing is happy to announce that we will be publishing Richard L. Foland Jr.’s new e-book Light in the Dark on June 30th. You can now pre-order it practically everywhere.

The book is an eclectic collection of Blogs, Articles and Talk Transcripts on Christian themes. Topics range from keeping your faith in the middle of a divorce to honoring your parents, from witnessing like Jesus to giving your time to the Church and from taxes to the environment. Ever suffer from Naked Fear or wonder what to do about Teens and Church? Have you wondered why, if God has a plan for your life, it seems that terrible things happen? Within these pages you may find your answers or at least a signpost that will point you in the right direction.

Richard L. Foland Jr. is an Author, Lay Speaker and former Youth Leader. He has lived a mostly nomadic life in western Pennsylvania, southeastern Ohio and (briefly) western New York. Currently, he resides somewhere in the chimney of Pennsylvania with his wife and a constantly shifting array of children and stepchildren. He hates divorce, having been through one, and loathes large gatherings. The latter probably explains why he would prefer to sit alone at a keyboard rather than go to a party.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Review: Wizard Of Ends: Dark Creature

Just over a year ago I reviewed book one in the Wizard of Ends series
and I had planned to review book two shortly after. Of course that means that I'm finally getting around to doing it about a year late. This is in keeping with precedent for the series. Check out the previous review to see what I mean.
Dark Creature picks up from the cliffhanger at the end of Wizard of Ends. The Queen of Ends has been cursed into a creature of darkness. Only Rune Arcana might be able to remove the curse. Lashlor believes he can find Rune in the Mountains of Eclador. The only trouble is – Rune now despises him, and, in all of recorded history, no one has ever returned from these mountains. Fearing the Wizard of Ends will not be able to bring help, the king goes against Lashlor’s advice by enlisting the aid of other magic users.
This book is more of a traditional quest than the previous entry but that's not a bad thing. The plotting is excellent and the characters dance across the pages. Last year I said that the two books read as one and I still stand by that. They could easily be edited together with no sign that they were originally separate novellas. I love this book except for, once again, the cliffhanger ending. My problem last time was that I felt that the story wasn't over but this time it felt like the ending was tacked on after the credits, so to speak. The author could have just left it out and I would still be looking forward to book three.
The bottom line here is, if you've read the first book this one is a must. If you haven't, well in that case, you'd better grab them both and just consume them consecutively.

Vanessa Finaughty Bio:
Vanessa Finaughty is an author of many genres who now focuses on fantasy and science fiction. She’s published 15 books, of which 6 are fantasy. Vanessa grew up in Cape Town, South Africa, and still lives there with her husband of fifteen years, her baby daughter and plenty of furry, four-legged ‘children’. Vanessa has always been passionate about books, and knew from a young age that she wanted to write them one day. She loves animals, coffee and the smell of wet grass, and hates liars, sweltering weather and long queues. Her interests include reading, photography, the supernatural, mythology, aliens and outer space, ancient history, life’s mysteries and martial arts, of which she has five years’ experience.

Monday, April 11, 2016

It’s Not a Bloody Reboot!!!

Over the course of the last eleven years or so I have grown more and more disgusted with the way people, especially Entertainment Reporters, who are too lazy to actually use the correct word to describe something. Specifically the word reboot. So here is a primer on what things actually are.

If some one is making a new version of a movie or video game, etc. that has no sequels it is properly called a remake. It is NOT a bloody reboot! Footloose wasn’t a reboot!

If something is a continuation of a story it is either a sequel, a spin off or a revival. It is NOT a bloody reboot! Star Wars: The Force Awakens was not a reboot! Fuller House is not a reboot! Doctor Who is not a reboot! The X Files is not a reboot!

When you modify situations or characters in an effort to make your series or franchise more commercially successful it is a retool. It is NOT a bloody reboot! Galactica 1980 was not a reboot.

A reboot is when you take a SERIES or FRANCHISE and start over from the beginning. Effectively creating a new Universe from the same ideas but moving in an all new direction. Battlestar Galactica was a reboot. Ghostbusters appears to be a reboot.

Some of these should be fairly obvious but we live in a lazy world with lazy reporters. STOP BEING LAZY! Don’t call something a reboot unless it is one. The planned Mrs. Doubtfire remake will not be a reboot! The planned Highlander remake will be a reboot. Star Wars: Episode Eight will not be a reboot! It’s fairly straight forward. Now, stop overusing the word reboot!

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Carcosa: A Featured eBook (and Paperback)

Last September we featured an inspiring interview with Coyote Kishpaugh and Lauren Scharhag on the occasion of the Kensington Gore release of the first book in their Order of the Four Sons series. Back on December 4th, while I was on unexplained hiatus, Kensington Gore released the second book in the series, Carcosa.

book 2 ebook FINALThe book follows the team from the first book -- JD, Murphy, Doug and Kate -- as they pursue Countess Elizabeth Bathory across the face of a sinister desert planet filled with untold dangers. Director Clayton Grabowski and the Oracle find themselves mired in the political intrigues of the Order's leadership, while back on Earth, Bill forges an uneasy alliance with a government agent.

As they race to recover the Wand of Deleth, they uncover truths they had never expected about their enemies-- and themselves.

If you’ve read The Order of the Four Sons you already know that you have to get a copy and if you haven’t well maybe you should give them both a try. I certainly intend to.

 

Featured eBooks have not been read or reviewed. They are merely eBooks that have grabbed my attention and are now on my "to be read" list.

The last time we featured a book in this manner was December 20, 2013; it was The Winter Prince, also written by Lauren Scharhag.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Let’s Elect “None of the Above” for President!

Are you getting sick of the 2016 US Presidential Election cycle yet? Odds are if you are in the US the answer is yes. I know I certainly am. As with the last several elections we are faced with a Primary field filled with people whose sole qualification seems to be that they want to be President. The Republican and Democrat voters get to whittle this field down to the least objectionable (to the voters) candidate and then come November we get to cast our vote for the lesser of the two evils.

Firstly, I’ve said repeatedly that anyone who wants to be President should not be and I agree with Douglas Adams who said that the candidate who is able to persuade the people to elect him (or her) should on no account be allowed to hold the position. Which pretty much means, none of the current candidates are viable. Especially as I am certain that none of them could answer a few simple questions, like “what form of government do we have in the US?” (hint: it is not a Democracy).

I have a radical solution to the problem of the un-electability of the candidates. It probably will even seem a little crazy too. Don’t elect any of them! In the Richard Pryor film “Brewster’s Millions”, Pryor’s character, Montgomery Brewster runs a political protest campaign chuck norrisurging a vote for "None of the Above.” Let’s do something in that vein but instead of “None of the Above”, let’s use the write-in option to draft someone who isn’t running. Someone who probably has never even thought of running. Someone tough. Someone who isn’t part of the Washington DC political scene. Someone like… Like… Like… Chuck Norris? Yeah, that would be good. Let’s draft Chuck Norris for President of the United States!!!

It worked before, George Washington did not run for President after all. He was elected by Congress and reluctantly accepted their decision. Hopefully, Chuck would accept ours too.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Yes, But is it Art

MineThis past weekend, my wife and I participated in anLeslie event at our church. The church brought in an artist to walk us through a painting. There were snacks and beverages. You probably know the kind of event I’m talking about. We had a blast. I recommend it to any couples who want to have a nice night out doing something creative and fun.

My painting is on the left and My wife’s is on the right.

She likes mine better and I think parts of hers are more artistic than anything in mine. I guess it’s true, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”.

Friday, September 25, 2015

The Interview of the Two Authors

The Order Of The Four Sons Book I CoverToday sees Kensington Gore’s publication of The Order of the Four Sons by Coyote Kishpaugh and Lauren Scharhag and they have taken time out from celebrating to sit for an exclusive interview. We asked them twenty questions on  topics like writing, reading and teamwork but we started with The Order of the Four Sons.

1.) You previously published this book independently; how did this, traditionally published, edition come about?

L&C: It was pure luck. The publisher, Kensington Gore, saw a short horror story Lauren had posted on her blog and liked it so well that they asked if she could turn it into a series. In the course of working out the details on that project, she asked if she could show them the Order of the Four Sons (O4S) series. They went ahead and snapped that up too.

2.) Has the book been rewritten, at all?

L&C: Yes. Book I was our first book together, so it was the roughest. We’ve hit our stride since then. Mainly, the edits to Book I were a lot of trimming and tightening up. We re-ordered some chapters. There was only one scene that had substantial rewrites. Overall, though, we feel very good about the changes.

3.) What's the best part of this new deal as far as each of you are concerned?

L&C: The best part is knowing someone out there believes in your work enough to publish it, to invest time and money in it to make it the best it can be, and then to go out and promote it to the world. That’s a very good feeling.

4.) In one word each, how would you describe this experience?

Lauren: Rewarding.

Coyote: Magnificent.

5.) This is the first book of a series, are the rest of them covered in this deal?

L&C: Yes. Originally, the series was going to be four books. We had already written Books I-III. The publisher felt that Book III was so long, the audience would be better served if we cut it into two installments. The same will be true of the fourth and final book. So we’ve gone from four books to six.

6.) Do you share the same literary tastes?

Lauren: Some. I’m an English major and prefer literary works and poetry. Some of my favorite writers are Nabokov, Cormac McCarthy, Thomas Hardy, Margaret Atwood, W. Somerset Maughm and T.S. Eliot. But I believe good literature transcends genre. I don’t usually read romance or mysteries, but I’ve read some Nicholas Sparks and Danielle Steele. I love Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie and Dashiell Hammett. Basically, I read constantly and I try to read a bit of everything.

Coyote: I tend to read everything I can get my hands on, though I read more fantasy, science fiction and horror than anything else. Our tastes overlap a little, though. I also love Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and love poetry, for example.

7.) You each have to pick a single book that helped define the person you are, what is it?

Lauren: Sorry, can’t do it. Charles de Gaulle said it best: “Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life.” Personally and professionally, dozens of different books have influenced me in dozens of different ways. It would be impossible to choose a single one among them.

Coyote: No, nor can I. There have been too many. Some have inspired me, others have shown what I really don’t want to be, but there isn’t one that consistently stands out from the rest. Even if I were to give you an example, tomorrow I would choose something else. Nor would I be the same person then that I am now; I’m still reading.

8.) Any advice for other indie authors?

Lauren: Write every day, even if it’s just a few lines. Being a writer is like being an athlete. If you want to be good, you have to train constantly. Also, read a lot. I am continuously amazed by indie authors who say they don’t read. If you don’t like books, what on earth are you doing this for?

Coyote: Lauren already covered the need to train as an author, both in reading and writing. In any art, be it performance, creative, or martial, you must make it a part of your life. But like the other arts, writing is also self-expression. Write what you love, what affects you, what you’re passionate about. Put your heart into it and take criticism, good and bad, without apology or regret. Then write more, and better. Because if you’re not growing then you’re stagnating.

9.) Is there a question that you wish someone would ask you and what is your answer to it?

L&C: Yes, we’d like readers to ask, “How could you kill off my favorite character?” Our answer is because we are cold, chthonic gods who demand sacrifice. No, actually we never do anything to any character without good reason. That being said, there is an added element of suspense when you know that no one is safe. Do we routinely annihilate cast members at the drop of a hat? No. We get attached to our characters too, you know. But we firmly believe that the decisions we make in the stories only make them better.

10.) Which is easier writing solo or together?

L&C: We wouldn’t say one is easier than the other. They both present different and unique challenges. In some ways, writing together is a lot more fun. We always have someone to bounce new ideas off of, we get to act scenes out in Lauren’s living room. There’s a lot of joking and laughing. Writing alone is a lot quieter and we’re less likely to meander onto other conversations. But there are also ideas that we create together that would be very different apart.

11.) If asked to describe each other in two words, what are they?

Lauren: Caring. Sincere.

Coyote: Brilliant. Integrity.

12.) Favorite time to write?

L&C: Any time’s a good time to write, but our together time is always Friday evenings, from about 5:30 until the wee hours. All our friends and family know not to interrupt that time.

13.) What do you find hardest to portray on paper (well, the digital equivalent anyway)?

L&C: The characters’ facial expressions and vocal tones are frequently hard to convey. There are over a million words in the English language and sometimes, you just can’t find one that works. So often, we just revert to “less is more.” When there’s no way to convey a tone, we just go with, “they said,” and let the reader’s imagination fill in the blank.

14.) Which of your characters do you most identify with?

Lauren: This is another situation where I could never pick just one. Every character has at least a little sliver of my personality in them, so I feel like I have something in common with all of them, even the villains. In the O4S series, I feel like I share Kate’s bleeding heart, Murphy’s irreverence, the Colonel’s temper, Clayton’s ability to listen, Alyssa’s migraines, Jack’s dark humor—I could go on, but you get the idea, and we have a very large cast of characters.

Coyote: Both of us have poured different aspects of ourselves into different characters. There are times when I certainly identify with Leo and Clayton in their approach to some situations. Certainly their verbosity, as well as Doug’s, is at least partially drawn from me. Nathan’s temper and light sensitivity I identify with, as well as Christophe’s romanticism. The list goes on.

15.) Has something you were writing ever moved you to tears while you were writing it?

Lauren: Yes, but it concerns events in the final books, which we’re working on now. I don’t want to spoil anything. Writing poems have done it to me before, too.

Coyote: Absolutely. For example, there’s a scene in one of the later books that, when I was reading it aloud, I couldn’t stop shaking. It involves snow and a whip. You’ll know it when you see it.

16.) Have you ever been surprised by what each other has written?

Lauren: I don’t think so. Working together on this series, we always talk things out a dozen or two dozen ways before we actually start putting pen to paper. So if Coyote goes and writes something on his own, I usually have a pretty good idea of what to expect.

Coyote: No. We plotted and schemed out where we were going overall when we first started together and we’ve mapped out all the twists and turns together since. When one of us has a concern about a plot point, we attack it together. When Lauren shows me something she’s written out, we already know where we’re going with it.

17.) What is the one thing that distracts you from writing?

Lauren: The thing that interferes most with my writing time is having to take time to market the books, as well as the usual everyday stuff—the job, going to the grocery store, dishes. That sort of thing.

Coyote: School takes up a great deal of time, alas.

18.) Why do you write?

Lauren: I’ve been writing all my life. I write because I can’t not do it.

Coyote: I love stories. I was telling tales as soon as I could talk and writing as soon as I could make the letters. There is something magical to me about stories and I love collecting them, creating them, telling them and sharing them.

19.) When do you write?

Lauren: Whenever I have a chance. If I’m not writing, I’m probably composing something in my head. When I dream, I dream of my characters. It’s pretty much constant.

Coyote: All over the place. When I first wake up, when I go to sleep, the laptop is right there, waiting. When I’m writing an assignment, it might inspire me to jot something down. When I schedule classes, if I can arrange it they’ll coincide with something I’m writing about, with Lauren or solo.

20.) Who do you write for?

Lauren: For me. Period. I think trying to please others is the death of art. Worrying about what other people think places restrictions on it. I don’t want restrictions on my work.

Coyote: For myself. If you’re not creating the stories that you would want to read, then there’s no point in them. When you cater to others, you’re keeping yourself back. When you’re truly creating something from your soul, you’re unleashing more of your own potential. There is nothing better.

Thank you both for taking the time to talk with us and we hope to have a chance to chat again when the second book hits shelves.

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Lauren Scharhag is the author of Under Julia, The Ice Dragon, The Winter Prince, and West Side Girl & Other Poems. Her work has appeared in The SNReview, The Rockhurst Review, Infectus, and Glass: A Journal of Poetry. She is the recipient of the Gerard Manley Hopkins Award for poetry and a fellowship from Rockhurst University for fiction. A lifelong Kishpaughresident of Kansas City, MO, she currently lives with her husband and three cats.

Coyote Kishpaugh has been writing prose and poetry most of his life, and alternately entertains and terrifies his children by telling them stories late at night. Currently, he is pursuing his degree in psychology at Rockhurst University. He lives in Kansas City, KS.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

No such thing as Racism…

Racism is everywhere! Well, I say everywhere. Technically it is nowhere, but we’ll get to that in a bit. In recent days we’ve been told that school officials and police acted out of racism because a 14 year old Muslim brought a clock to school. Never mind the fact that the clock was basically a box of electronics that the boy refused to call a clock. Never mind the rhetoric. We are told it was racist. Problem is Muslim is a religion not a race. At worst it was religious discrimination and at best it was fear of an unexplained box stuffed with electronics. This, much like Anti-Semitism, is religious discrimination not racism. Don’t let them lie to you!

Over the summer we had the Confederate Battle Flag held up as Racist. It is an inanimate object and as such is amoral (much like guns, money and bricks); it cannot be racist. We were lied to and as a result “The Dukes of Hazzard” fell victim of the thought police. The flag may be a symbol of hatred, as some have argued, but killing it won’t kill the hatred. Hatred is an idea and as such cannot be killed even if you strip away every symbol that anyone has ever associated with it. The idea will live on and on and on and on….

Lastly, in the entire universe we are only aware of one race. That race is the human race and it includes all of us. Therefore, racism is a misnomer. We need to call it what it is. A hatred of another person because their skin tone (i.e. tan) is different than yours is NOT racism; it is “tanism.“ It is also ridiculous.

“I hate you!!!” someone shouts at you.

“Why?” you ask.

“Because your tan is deeper than mine!” or “Your tan is not as dark as mine!”

Pretty stupid, huh? The politicians, in cahoots with the media, want people divided. It keeps us from voting them out of power and putting people in who will look out for our interests instead of their own. They will set us against each other over our views on abortion, gun control or illegal immigration, but it is so much easier for them to say those differently tanned people over there hate you because you are different. Don’t let them succeed. The human race should not be divided by “tanism”; we need to stand together and tell people we aren’t going to let them tear us apart.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Guns are amoral…

The gun control debate is shaping up to be a deciding factor in the 2016 US Presidential election with 42% of people surveyed claiming it will influence how they vote. It is also very stupid. The idea of gun control is stupid and voting for someone based on their position on gun control is stupid.
The gun control advocates claim that gun crime will go down if we just have more restrictions on gun ownership. What? Gun CRIME will go down if it is harder to legally own a gun? What are you stupid? Crime is defined as illegal activity, so how is making it illegal to own a gun going to prevent that? Oh, you mean if criminals can not get guns without breaking the law then the will not use them to break the law? Maybe you are on drugs! If someone is going to break the law why would they follow another law when breaking it too would make their commission of whatever crime, possibly, easier? No, gun free zones do not work, either! Guns don’t magically disappear from someone’s possession when they walk into a gun free zone. It does ensure that there will be no law abiding gun owners in the area to fight off any attacks though.
You advocates of gun rights don’t get smug. Your gun rights aren’t about protecting yourself and your family from crime. How is owning a gun, that you keep locked in a safe, defensive? It’s not about putting food on the table either. We have grocery stores for that. Sport? You’re getting closer, but what about assault weapons? Why do you need, so called, assault rifles to hunt? Can’t you accomplish the same task with a hunting rifle? Hell, my dad usually does it with a bow and arrow. Yes, I know, the Second Amendment protects your gun rights. But, do you know why? I do.
The purpose of the Second Amendment is not to allow you to own guns for hunting or to protect yourself and your families from crime. Yes, the gun control crowd is right when the say it is to enable the formation of militias. It is not obviated, however, by the fact that we have a standing army and no longer need militias to protect us from foreign enemies. They have that bit wrong. The second amendment guarantees gun rights in order to form militias for the citizens to protect themselves from the government. You know, the guys with a standing army armed with assault weapons.
The debate is also rather pointless given the ruling of the Supreme Court of the United States on June 23rd, 2015. You might know it as the legalization of Gay Marriage. What it actually was, though, was far more broad ranging than that. The ruling says that if a majority of the states give a right to their citizens the remaining states cannot withhold that right from theirs. At the time of that ruling, a majority of the states (the same number as had legalized gay marriage, in fact) had granted their citizens the right to conceal carry firearms. This means that the remaining states cannot deny the right to conceal carry. Oops!!
The bottom line is this. Guns, like money (and bricks) as Dave Ramsey points out, are amoral. They are not immoral; they have no morals. They are inanimate objects. A gun will not shoot someone or something of it’s own accord. It is unable to do anything but sit there. It is the person using it who is immoral. It is that user who makes the gun good or bad, not the gun. Owning guns does not make someone a threat to others anymore than not owning them makes them harmless to their neighbors. The whole gun control debate is a way of dividing people so that the career politicians in Washington DC can stay in power. It is a political ploy. If they can keep us distracted and squabbling then they win and we lose. The funny thing is that you fell for it. You people on both sides of the debate are letting the politicians distract you from what you should be doing. You should be banding together as a people and voting for real change by getting those in Congress, that have been there for decades, out of office.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Happy Birthday USA!

Happy 4th of July, they all say,
But what it is, really, is Independence Day.
The birthday of the United States it's supposed to be
It just means so much more, you see.

It's an idea that all people are free,
That we are not slaves to a tyrant's ideology.
But we have apparently lost our way,
We now let others tell us what we're allowed to say.

Long ago our founders cast off King George's yoke,
But if they could see us now they'd choke.
Nowadays we are not free,
We're slaves to others in society.

They're taking our "inalienable rights" away,
They say for security it's the price we pay.
But, I say there's a better way;
One embodied by Independence Day!

Monday, May 11, 2015

Review: Wizard of Ends

Way back in October we participated in the Wizard of Ends Blog Tour. With life getting in the way, I didn’t manage to finish reading the book until March 30th though. I had intended to write this review in early April but didn’t get to it until now. The good news is that a review of the second book in the series will be up soon too. (Warning: Do not feed the Spoilers!)

“Wizard of Ends” follows Lashlor Leaflin as he attempts to escort Queen Narraki Dragonsbane to the Jeltar Woods. He soon finds himself unwittingly caught up in a magical adventure of the type he would rather not have.

The sorceress Assassa believes the Land of Ends to be rightfully hers, but King Lanaran refuses to hand over his crown. In retaliation, the sorceress has conjured creatures of darkness to hunt the queen and end her life. Lashlor does what he can to help but it isn’t easy, especially as the Guards of Ends who protect the queen believe him to be false.

Lashlor is positive that a confrontation with Assassa will be the death of him. However, the king insists on his help and it soon becomes apparent that he may have no choice in the matter whatsoever.

The book is well written and starts off feeling like a political thriller set in a magical realm. The intrigue is abandoned early on, however, and the story morphs into a chase sequence and then finally into a full out magical battle royal with magic users slaughtered in some very imaginative and disturbing ways. It is an extremely enjoyable read until the cliff hanger ending; which means that you’d better be prepared to pick up Book Two of the series, “Dark Creature” to find out how the story ends. In fact, the two books read like a single book that has been cut in half. This sort of publishing practice harkens back to the “Lord of the Rings” and tends to work well if the first book has a strong enough hook, which “Wizard of Ends” fortunately does.

If you like your Fantasy sprinkled with political intrigue and all out magical mayhem pick up “Wizard of Ends” for free. Just keep in mind that you’ll probably want to buy “Dark Creature” as well.

Vanessa Finaughty Bio:

Vanessa Finaughty is an author of many genres who now focuses on fantasy and science fiction. She’s published 15 books, of which 6 are fantasy. Vanessa grew up in Cape Town, South Africa, and still lives there with her husband of fifteen years, her baby daughter and plenty of furry, four-legged ‘children’. Vanessa has always been passionate about books, and knew from a young age that she wanted to write them one day. She loves animals, coffee and the smell of wet grass, and hates liars, sweltering weather and long queues. Her interests include reading, photography, the supernatural, mythology, aliens and outer space, ancient history, life’s mysteries and martial arts, of which she has five years’ experience.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Review: The Endangered

Way back in September we participated in a blog tour for the release of S. L. Eaves' book, The Endangered. Part of the material provided to those of us hosting the tour was an Advance Review Copy of the book. I started reading it right away but then life got away from me and I didn't finish it until Christmas. All of which means that this review is four months later than planned. (Warning: There may be Spoilers ahead.)

The story itself is excellent. It's not your typical Vampires vs Werewolves story. Instead, it reads more like a female Jason Bourne vampire thriller in which the bad guys just happen to be werewolves. That means it is light years away from what I was expecting when I started reading.

The female lead is well rounded, and the book doesn't just gloss over her life prior to being turned. She has feelings and a bit of a chip on her shoulder beforehand and that chip seems to get slightly enlarged by being brought across. She's also ill, though she doesn't know it until later, which leads to my favorite passage in the whole book. She goes into a church and has a monologue at God about predestination and vampiric evil.

As I mentioned above, the copy that I read was an ARC and as such I am going to assume that the jarring tense changes and typos (all the werewolves apparently have fury bodies rather than furry ones) were fixed before it was released. If so, I give The Endangered four stars out of five. If not, then it drops to three stars.

So, to quickly recap, S. L. Eaves delivers a wonderfully thrilling tale of intrigue between vampires and werewolves that is well worth your time. Now, go grab a copy today via Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

S.L. Eaves Bio:

sleavesPresently, Stephanie L. Eaves is a graduate student at Drexel University, pursuing her MBA. She received her undergraduate degree in Film from University of Pittsburgh. Originally from West Chester, PA., she lived in Pittsburgh and Minneapolis before returning to the Philadelphia area, where she currently resides. Stephanie's professional background is in marketing, primarily in the media and publishing industries. She sort of fell into marketing when she got tired of per diems on film sets and wanted a steady gig. She enjoys being in an environment that promotes creativity.

Stephanie loves to write. She's taken a number of writing courses with a focus on crime fiction and earned a certificate in Professional Writing while attending Pitt. She's also really into fitness, especially running and biking in her free time. While she readily confesses to being a bit of a film and television junkie, music has always been a huge influence in nearly every aspect of her life, and she believes there’s nothing like a good live band.

When home, she's never without a book within arm’s reach.



Monday, December 1, 2014

The Fanatic: A First Look

Today sees the publication of Cynthia D. Witherspoon’s new title, The Fanatic. It is the second book in The Oracle Series. Cynthia has kindly allowed us to share an excerpt with you and so we are proud to allow you a first look at The Fanatic! Enjoy.

thefanatic-cover-compWe are all looking for someone to save us. Fairy tales promised us white knights on gleaming horses who would ride in, slay our demons, and sweep us away to our happily ever after. But nobody ever told me what would happen if the white knight didn't show up. And there are no fairy tales that talk about what happens once the demons take over.

But I know. I had learned real quick to rely on the one hero who had been here all along. The one person I'd always been afraid to believe in.

Myself.

I was going to create my own happily ever after, and my enemies would be damned for it.

I lit the final candle before I stepped back to inspect my deathbed. I had set everything up in the center of my living room. Three red candles flickered on the headboard. Two black ones gleamed at the foot. The sheets had been soaked with as much kerosene as I could legally buy here in Los Angeles. Perhaps it was the fumes affecting me, or perhaps I had finally gone over the proverbial edge, but I smiled. Within the hour, all of my problems would disappear. If my work here was successful, the one person responsible for my life falling apart would be damned along with me.

I wanted to die. I wasn’t afraid. I had spent my life trying to discover all I could about what lay on the other side of the Veil. After all, death was my business. Spirits were my passion. I’d been obsessed with the grave for as long as I could remember. When I was little, my momma tried to replace my obsession with the grandeur of heaven. If only I would give my soul to Jesus, then I would be alright.

I wasn’t alright. I never would be again. My work - my very purpose here on Earth - had been stolen from me. No longer would the world learn about the afterlife in a sensible way. No longer would science and reason be used as a weapon against our ignorance towards death. There was nothing else I could do. I had fought to keep my work in the limelight. I begged for them not to take my audience away from me. No, my time had run out. My work had faltered. And the world I tried to teach had rejected me.

Besides, Heaven wasn’t meant for the likes of me. I was going to hell.

And I was going to make damn sure my enemy joined me there.

Yes, tonight was my night. I had been preparing for this moment since I had been fired three months earlier. See, I had been one of the lucky ones. I was once a presenter on the highest rated show on television. I traveled the world, studying the paranormal with a passion unmatched by anyone else. I had money. Fame. Fans.

Until the ratings started to fall. I glared at the photographs scattered among past due notices and the eviction letter received just this afternoon on the floor around my bed. Once again, I muttered curses at the face staring back up at me. I had been replaced by a stupid girl who claimed to have abilities no one could actually possess. Eva McRayne's Grave Messages hit the airwaves and shoved me out of the job which had been my calling. Now my show was nothing more than a DVD box set. All of my hard work forgotten thanks to a blonde idiot who would prance around, call out to Apollo, then pretend to pass on the last words of the dead.

I hated her. I hated everything about her.

It was true that Grave Messages hadn't been her idea. In the interviews I had seen, she would laugh at the idea of being on television. McRayne would give the credit to her co-host, Elliot Lancaster, but he was nothing. He was worthless.

I had studied the tabloids which carried the pictures of them together. There were headlines boasting the two of them were still in love despite breaking up within a month of filming their show. It was unprofessional and sickening. But the knowledge I had gained from those articles would come in handy tonight.

McRayne and Lancaster had met at the University of Georgia some five years before. When Lancaster had graduated, his daddy gave him a television show and of course, the blonde tagged along after him. The facts got hazy from there. McRayne's bio online said she had been forced into her role as the Sibyl during a conference. It was a good story, but I had once been a headliner for those conferences. No one in their right mind with any sort of power would give it all up to a stranger. Not when there was money to be made. Why give up your livelihood to a stranger who didn't appreciate it? No, her story didn't make any sense. She was the lie. She was the fraud.

But I wasn't. And I would make damned sure she knew it.

I watched as the shadows cast across the floor by the street lamps outside shift and knew it was time. I suppose I should have been more sentimental. Someone with more sense than me would have taken one last look at the world they were leaving behind. I tried to think of my mother. I wanted to shed a tear or two over what might have been if Eva McRayne had never surfaced. It was far too late for such thoughts.

I was ready. More than ready. I picked up one of the photographs and clutched it to my chest as I laid down.

The kerosene fumes were overwhelming. I coughed, relishing in the lightheadedness I felt.

"Erinyes of old, Blessed Judges of Fate," I called out to my empty apartment between gasps of breath. "Athena's own mistresses of justice, come to me. Take my spirit as your own. Take my soul as payment for the deed you will do for me."

I felt the air growing colder despite the flames I had surrounded myself by. I wiped away the tears from my eyes as I continued.

"I seek justice. I crave vengeance against the one who stole my life away from me."

The flames above me flared. I wondered if I would be able to finish the spell before I was consumed by the fires I had set. So I closed my eyes to the fumes and focused on the darkness in my heart. I held up the picture as I hurried to continue.

"Eva McRayne, Sibyl to Apollo will fall. She, and she alone, is responsible for stealing my audience. Before she came along, I was cherished. Now, I am forgotten just as you have been. Unknown to her and a world that craves knowledge of the afterlife. No longer. After tonight, Eva McRayne will know who I am. She will suffer for the crimes she committed against me. Great Erinyes, aid me. Give me the vengeance I seek."

The bed began to shake as I touched a single corner of the photograph to the tip of the candle flame. It ignited with a flash. I screamed as the flames traveled downward to the sheets I had prepared. I had only a moment left; a single breath to curse the bitch who caused my downfall.

"Eva McRayne will suffer."

***

I found myself embraced by a darkness I could revel in. I blinked, confused as I took in my new surroundings. There was no golden gate. No avenging angel to approach me with a book of blessed names to see if I was listed among those worthy enough to enter Heaven. No, there was nothing like that at all. I was standing in a great hall lit by green fires. Shadows flittered around me like butterflies; each one a blur as they rushed to destinations I would never understand.

"Allison Thomason."

I whirled around to see a thin man cloaked in black studying me. After a moment of silence, he clicked his tongue and checked something on the small clipboard he carried.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." I turned my attention back to my surroundings. "Where am I? How did I get here?"

"Come with me."

The man gave me no answers as I followed him. I couldn't concentrate, but I tried to remember. There was a fire. I remembered it well enough. Had I died? Surely not. I was petrified of fire. I would have run the moment I smelled smoke.

Wouldn't I? It seemed like the most logical thing to do. But logic had never been my strong suit. Even so, there were no answers to be had unless I followed the stranger. We walked for what seemed like an eternity through barren halls until he stopped before a pair of impressive doors.

"This is where I take my leave. Your presence is required inside."

"Wait," I swallowed, finding the habit useless in my present state. "Can you tell me what is on the other side of those doors?"

The man smiled for the first time, tapping his clipboard against his side. "Why, your vengeance, girl. Isn't that why you are here?"

My vengeance. When he spoke the word, my hatred flooded back and with it, my memories. I stepped forward, shoving the double doors open with a renewed determination. This is the moment I had died for.

May the gods be praised.

The large room inside was brighter than the halls leading up to it. The green fires lined the walls on torches of marble. The floors gleamed with a shine any housewife would have killed for. I would have been astounded by the beauty of this place, but I caught sight of the large table in the very center. Three little girls were playing with dolls and chatting amongst themselves. So I did the only thing I could think to do.

I approached them. I started to speak, but the child in the center lifted up a single hand from the blonde doll in her grasp and my words faded in my throat.

"You are the human who called to us."

The one who silenced me turned her face so I could see it and I cried out despite myself. Her eyes were red, lined with streaks of blood. I managed a nod as she continued.

"Allison Thomason, then." She tapped her thin fingers against the table before her. "Sisters, help me recall. This is the one who offered us her soul as payment, correct?"

"Yes." The girl to the right nodded with a grin I found unsettling. "This one seeks vengeance against the Sibyl. For what purpose, human?"

"She stole my life away." I found my voice, surprised at how steady it sounded. "I was once in the spotlight. My work was regarded as the pentacle in paranormal research. But I lost my audience. I lost my show because of her."

"What would you have us do?" The one to the left piped up with a frown. "Your human trials are petty ones. We have no time for the likes of you."

"Ah, but perhaps, we do." Their leader giggled as she placed her hand over the other child's wrist. "It is a terrible thing to be forgotten. We know this all too well, sister."

The other two murmured as child in the center continued. "We will take a page from Apollo's own strategy. He uses his Sibyl to gain followers, even in this advanced age. Indeed, the wraiths have been whispering about how his temples are overflowing with visitors now that this Sibyl has begun to spread his message across the world. Perhaps she can do the same for us."

I froze as she stood, passing through the table as if it were nothing but air. The strange stopped before me.

"But," I shook my head. "I thought...I wasn't expecting..."

"Tell us, what were you expecting?" She tilted her head as she watched me. "The Sibyl's death upon your own? We are not stupid, human. There are consequences to be had for such actions and we do not wish for Athena's wrath just because you gave your soul to us."

"Surely there is something you can do." I clutched at my hands. "The old books said you were the goddesses of vengeance. They said if I sacrificed myself, then you would be required to help me, even if you are just..."

"Children? I suppose we are that." The girl giggled again as she clutched at her doll. "Who is better suited to judge the damned than the innocent? Athena was right to choose us. We serve her well."

The other two murmured their agreement as they came forward to join their sister. I had to believe them. I had to believe they were the beings I had called forth with my suicide.

I had no choice.

So I knelt down to bow my head before their leader. "What do I have the power to do, Erinyes? How can my vengeance come to pass?"

"You may return to the world of the living. Watch the Sibyl and report back to us her actions." The girl grinned as she leaned forward, pressing a single finger into the center of my forehead. "When the time is right, we will put her on trial and find her guilty of the crimes you accuse her of. But the price is far greater than your soul. You will take the current Sibyl's place to serve us, not Apollo. You will tell the world the Erinyes still live and our judgment is eternal. Be assured, human, we will not be forgotten again."

I would be the Sibyl. My work could be restored along with my audience. I felt a sense of joy I thought lost forever and I smiled.

I repeated the words back to her as the room around me shifted. The girls disappeared when the shadows surrounded me once more, but her words remained.

We will not be forgotten.

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Cynthia D. Witherspoon is an award winning writer of Southern Gothic, Paranormal Romance, and Urban Fantasy. She currently resides in South Carolina, but spent three years in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Always an avid reader, she began writing short stories in college. She graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in History from Converse College, and earned a Masters in Forensic Science at Oklahoma State University Center for Health Sciences. She can be found on the Internet in the following places:

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