YOU HAVE NOTHING TO READ,
DON'T WORRY I GOT YOU

List of novels i have read and didn't stop.

it's not placed in order so it's not the which one i like most placed first and the one i like least placed last.




(Sorry for my english, it's my  third language)

No, it doesn’t take place in the Star Wars universe. It’s just got a Star Wars system.         The Jedi also exist, but aren’t the Jedi from the movies or books. They have somewhat the same history, but are in exile and isolated from the world.
John grew up enjoying Star Wars. He wasn’t a huge fan, but it was definitely his favorite science fiction. He didn’t read much of the books, but watched all of the movies and Clone Wars and Rebels.
When he gets killed in the first robbery of it’s kind, will he choose to spend eternity in hell, or accept a system based on his favorite science fiction? I wonder... By the way, this character is based on what I would do, so he’ll be closer to a Sith than a Jedi.
I won’t be able to update this constantly because of stuff going on in my family, but I’ll do my best to update it at least every few days.
Cover Art by: Unknown

John was an average dude on Earth who shipped dirt for companies. He had an average life, family, and friends. 
His only hobby was fiction. Science fiction, historical, whatever. John died one day and was given a Star Wars System. What will he do in a new world?
Any characters, lore, buildings, or weapons I use from Star Wars belong to Disney. 
The characters I create for this story, if they could be used in others, are my original characters.
If I ever use a type of ship(Harrower-class dreadnought for example) I got the info from Wookiepedia.

the starting point to all my books, it's mostly to keep my focus in line. I don't know when it will end but when it does the final story will explain slot about the other timeline.

I might make the series split into many different books and make it season 1 of 'fractured worlds' which is an idea I have had for ages

Best otaku reincarnated in Dbz with all his knowledge and Crazy science idea (not use afterward)

*Disclaimer I own none of these books except my custom made character*

Tyra was a normal girl with a love for writing and dancing,her best times are spent with her bestfriend 
Nicole and soon her boyfriend Liam but everything takes a strange turn after getting a book from a mysterious store.Shortly after,she discover a new love for writing horror stories unknown to her that her new love is simply the possesion from a strange entity.
  It wants something dangerous  from her.It's freedom

"They have stories of their own, and it's time to make ours!"

Nelly Dale is an 11 year old girl moving into a small village with her family, hoping for this to be the home she longs to be in for most of her life.

Bringing her past memories with her, she gets ready to make many more the moment she steps into her new home. She gets ready for all the new adventures she would experience, with her soon lifelong friends.

Poetry
My reason for writing.
My reason for my books.
My reason to keep going.
Poetry & Books combine.
My world of Art.

This is my book dedicated to Poetry that I have written since I was 12 or 13 and now with new poetry to add from my Allpoetry.com page this is my new journey to write Poem's to go passed on to other's to enjoy. You're choice of Erotic(Lesbian Mostly), Heartbreak, Depression, Love, and much more. I am not the best Poet just like I am not the best Writer but I never will give up. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I love writing it.

Chapter 90 The new house
Author: M_W Cancer 
Grammar Checker: M_W Nomral 
After that brief scene, Leo and the other members of the Mischievous Lion faction left one by one to prepare for the new plan that was discussed awhile ago.
They need a lot of things to prepare. So, the others quickly bid farewell to do their own things.
Specifically...
Alfred and Anna wanted to prepare for how they would discuss and persuade the students that had a Official Seal of Completion to make them sell it to them.
They needed to discuss with each other how they would do their so-called business talks, and the likes, they needed to make it as persuading as possible. After all, they weren't the only ones buying Official Seal of Completion, right?
Also, Alfred and Anna also needed to look for a way on how they would know which and what their sellers wanted, where to buy the discounted materials and resources, when was the best time to wait at the Job Bulletin office, who could be their possible sellers, and the many more of related things...
Michael and the other 3 also wanted to gear themselves up, so they left hurriedly, too. Because of the upcoming end of the month competition, their Noble Household had gifted them money to prepare themselves. Though they weren't going to join any competition anymore due to agreeing with Leo's plan yesterday, the money was already with them, so they simply thought of just using it to gear themselves up in order to easily grind those Easy Missions they would choose. After all, gearing themselves up would increase their completion rate, right? So, they wanted to prepare as soon as possible since they wanted to start as soon as possible, too.
With the other members gone, Leo was left to handle the 4 girls. Aside from their preparation, the others also wanted to leave far from Veronica as soon as possible due to her being a trouble magnet at this moment.
So, Leo was left to handle all the possible troubles that were attracted towards Veronica.
.....
Fortunately, there weren't anymore troubles along their way. Hence, Leo was able to walk in peace and in relax.
After a while, Leo and the others finally arrived in their unfamiliar house. Yes! It was now unfamiliar to them, since the house has totally changed now, or rather the renovation has caused their house to improve, a lot! 
Moreover, it wasn't even a three-story house anymore. 
It's more appropriate to call it a villa now, with 4 floors on top of that!
Fortunately, the house still has the huge hot-spring at the rooftop that Leo really liked.
Leo and the others quickly walked inside to see the new renovation inside the new house.
The house still has the two cherry blossoms at its front, specifically at the both sides of the entrance door. In the backyard, the swimming pool was still there, but now it was a 30 meters size swimming pool, it was just too big for them. The bar counter was slightly bigger now too, so it could now store more wines, beers, and beverages to be used by them any time they wanted. At the right side of the pool was still the same small gym, but instead of just an outdoor gym like before, it was now an enclose small room, specifically a 10 meters size small room that was made out entirely of glass. At the left side of the glass sliding door was still the garden, though it wasn't a small garden anymore, to be exact it's the same form but just slightly bit smaller than Princess Tiana's personal garden. Obviously, Veronica had specifically ordered the William Noble Household that the garden should be made that way. Veronica was definitely expecting Princess Tiana to visit her, maybe every time when the latter has a free time in her very busy following Magical Knight Karl schedule.
The inside of the 1st floor still had the kitchen, but a large size kitchen now with a 5 meters diameter circular dinning table, the medium living room has now turned into a big living room, which is specifically located at the center of the 1st floor, and the meeting room at the side can accumulate 20 people now.
The 2nd floor was still the floor for the bedrooms. But now it has 10 bedrooms instead of just 4, though only 5 bedrooms had its own bathroom, it was still amazing nonetheless. The small living room from before has also been made into a medium size, and the balcony was also a lot bigger now since it could even fit 2 tea table with an umbrella to cover from the heat of the sun at the both side of the door, but yet it still has enough space to walk around. 
The 3rd floor was still the library and the study room, though a lot bigger compare to before now. Definitely, there were now tons of books related to a lot of things, such as the most important books for Mages, specifically books for cultivation of Spirit, mana, and Magic.
The most amazing out of all the floor was the 4th floor. Leo's problem of where to cultivate peacefully was now solved. 
On the 4th floor were 2 Cultivation rooms. The Cultivation rooms was made by installing a small array that gathers Pure mana to the rooms from the surrounding.
With these 2 Cultivation rooms, Leo doesn't need to be inconspicuous anymore when he absorbs the 9 large mana stones that he had hidden in his room at this moment, like before.
Fortunately, his bedroom wasn't touched when the William Noble Household were doing the renovation, so the 9 large mana stones laying under his bed was not found by anyone.
"The William Noble Household was really considerate and thoughtful when doing the renovation of the house." Leo can't help but thought as soon as he found the 9 large mana stones still at its place, safe and sound. Though it has moved a bit, definitely due to the tremors of the renovation.
To be honest, the truth was the William Noble Household's workers in charge of the renovation didn't dare to touch any bedrooms since they don't have any idea just which bedroom was Elizabeth's. 
Who would even dare touch the bedroom of the Snow Noble Household's only Heiress? Doing so was a hassle and would also cause a lot of problem to them later on, since there might be some important stuffs hiding inside, such as her undergarments, secret weapons, and etc... The moment one of it is lost, they will obviously be the one to be blame.
Also, they had already checked the blueprint of the house before doing any of the renovation. There wasn't any important thing to improve in the bedrooms, so they just thought that they might as well just add more bedrooms since there would just be a big empty space at the 2nd floor if they don't.
Lastly, the rooftop. The same as before, the half of the villa's rooftop was a roof while the other half was the outdoor hot spring. The hot spring was a lot bigger than before and was now separated for the male and female. 
Fortunately, Veronica has considered Leo's feelings before renovating. Since he was the only male in the house, putting on a designated hot spring for the males and females was a must to avoid any unexpected accident.
With that, Veronica had to help Leo a little. Despite giving him alot of future troubles due to the Black organization possibly observing him now, she had also unexpectedly solved a problem that he was always concern about.
Leo was really thankful for such consideration. With this, he will be able to avoid any unexpected danger like the last time with Cassandra.
Ever since the day that Leo had saw Cassandra's beautiful body in the hot spring, the next day after that was the start of him having a hard time controlling his desires. Such a sight was really unforgettable for him. Fortunately, he was still able to shoved such thoughts to the back of his mind to avoid from any troubles, only as of this moment, though. 
With the fact that Leo was having a hard time controlling his desire after seeing Cassandra's beautiful body, so how much more if he also accidentally sees Elizabeth, Angel, and Veronica's expectedly beautiful body, right? He might as well just leave this house straightaway after that because he was sure that he would be unable to control his desire.
So, with the separated hot spring. Leo could finally feel relief knowing that no unexpected accident would happen in the future, hopefully...
Soon, Leo finally lay down on his bed. He was finally done looking around the new house, but there was still so much free time to spend though. He didn't know what to do with the remaining free time, at all.


All the Humans from Earth was suddenly transported into a new world called Celestial World. No one knew the reason why nor what the purpose was all about. All of the Humans were suddenly transported without any warnings or signs and was then forced to lived in a mysterious and unfamiliar new world. 

50 years, the Humans lived in endless suffering and torments. They were all forced to run from one place to another or else they would be enslaved by other Foreign races that had long been living in the Celestial World. 

Fortunately, the Humans were finally able to slowly developed its strength and power in the Celestial World through the sacrifice of countless Humans after that 50 years span of time. However, it was mysteriously Fated not to last long as an unknown power has suddenly started doing everything to destroy the Humanity's Kingdoms and Empires. 

A young man by the name Leo Heart had its Fate suddenly rewritten by some unknown power to stop this unprecedented doom of the Humans after a red cube, that the Heart Noble Household had been keeping as a Family Heirloom from the very start of the Humans existence in the Celestial World, suddenly jumped up and embedded itself into his right palm.

A world full of Mystery, which Magic and Mana had become every races foundation of existence. A young man that had lost its family for the Humans existence has its Fate unexpectedly rewritten after such encounter. 

But, would it be enough to stop this so called unprecedented doom? 

Would the Humans existence be saved by Leo from the unknown yet powerful existence? Or would the Humans sadly become nothing but a mere history in this new world?

Note: The art of the book cover is not mine. All the credits goes to its rightful owner...

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That day, that promise made between my mother and my adopted parents.... I didn't think much of it. It touched me, what else could I have said. 

I trusted my new guardians deeply, they couldn't  break the promise they had made. Or at least promises aren't supposed to be broken, if so, what are the point of promises? I knew they wouldn't mistreat me.  They couldn't. I knew they would always be nice with me.

However, something they promised my mother was to get me a good job. 

This was easy for them, being doctors themselves, they would have no problems getting me into the hospital and follow them around to take notes. 

Being doctors themselves, it would be no problem to teach me extra. 

Except, I had no dream of becoming a doctor. 

I wasn't interested it knowing which organ does what, what disease existed, cures and blah blah blah. They were simply boring. 

Or maybe being a doctor was too hard for me. I never had the confidence of getting straight 'A s' ever since I was born. The human body was way too big and had too many functions. In addition, the amount of diseases and cures were endless. Who could remember everything about the body unless they were a genius? 

Instead, I wanted to be a writer, a extra-ordinary writer that could write and imagine every plot possible. A writer that could work with in any situation.

My mother was a writer too but her works were all very under-rated. Maybe this was because her books would always be put at the very back of libraries, only the people who especially looks for her book itself finds the book. 

I always wrote small and short stories to show my mother, all of them talked about my dream to be a writer. I was only two that time but seeing my mother sit by the table to write something, I was interested. 

What else could make my mother so concentrated other than me? 

I never found out she wrote books until I grew up and went to the bookstore. 

***

I was looking for a book for my 'World Book Day' celebration at schools when I was 11. World Book Day was a day we had to dress up as a book character! I always wanted to get the thin ,baby books since those characters were easier to dress up as. However, my parents always said I had to get the thick grown up books. 

Not finding any interesting ones at the front, I went all the way to the very back. The very back that barely anyone goes to. I looked at the novel section. A book placed on one of the higher shelves was glowing to me. As if god was telling me to see that book. The world was wishing for me to touch it.

I tip-toed and just reached the tall height, picked it up from the shelf and without even looking at the details and author, I just started to read it. 

It seemed like the book wasn't much popular, after all, it was all the way at the back of the library where barely any books were placed. Only the few unpopular books were here. But I find many underrated books better than popular and best-seller books. 

I think some of those popular books are simply popular because of their authors identities. It's just my opinion though, there are many good books too which deserve the attention. 

I liked this book the most though, it was interesting, it was easy to understand, it was inspirational! 

Everything inside the book, it seemed like what my mother would say. 

Things she would say to her ex, things she would say to me, things she would say to the world and god. 

I wanted to know who had such a mind like my mother's. Who could've had such an intelligent thinking like her. 

I had to look at the author, I needed to see. I turned the book to the cover and read out the author's name which said ," Lucia White". 

That was my mother's name! 

I looked around to see where the computers were and dashed to the nearest ones at the side of the library with the book gripped tightly in my hands. People looked at me, even in mad faces because you aren't supposed to run in a library. It was part of the rules.

I searched up the book, " Just Ordinary". That was the book's name. Many of the search results were about a song, others about a TV series. They weren't the result I was looking for. I got worried because many books that lacked attention didn't get a spot on the internet. I had to try so I scrolled to the very deep bottom to find the book. " I found something!" I thought to myself. I clicked on the link and it brought me to a small website talking about underrated books. I only knew the book I was looking for would be here because it was on the link's name. They had a list of underrated books and I looked for which number the book was placed. 

I found it and read through it swiftly, with my brain trying to read as fast as how my eyes moved.

I wasn't patient to read the entire thing so I just looked at the picture at the side. 

It had my mother's photo, along with her information. 

It was by my mother. 

But I remembered what she always told me. 

She would tell me constantly and endlessly that being a writer was not a respected and professional job. 

It made me sad at that time. 

It was my dream, my goal of life. 

She always disagreed those days without hearing what I wanted to say. 

Now I realised, she was a writer, she knew it on the tip of her fingers. No wonder she always seemed so serious, she knew it first-hand. 

*** 

Anyhow, I still wanted to be a writer, I wanted to show my mother who is in the sky now about how I can write, I want to promote her books after being successful! I want her books to not be in the 'underrated' list but in the 'best sellers' list. At the front of the library and receiving all the attention.

Still, I lived with my new parents, my stiff and strict parents. 

They didn't care even a little pinch whether I wanted to be a doctor, they just wanted me to be one. 

It just Wasn't my dream. 

Either way, I had to listen to them. 

They would take all their old medical books and pile them up in my room at the night when they come back home from tough work at the hospital. They would check whether I did what they anted me to do. According to them, I should have at least read and wrote notes for one book a day, that was what the requirements said. 

After school, I would have a special driver to bring me to a tuition center every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I also had a class at Saturday in the morning, at 6am! Who wanted to wake up at 5am to get ready for a 6am class? 

My adopted parents would literally have to drag me to the class when I was half asleep. After, they would lecture me because they were late for their work! 

I mean, is that my fault?

I didn't want to be a doctor in the first place. They wanted me to, I didn't even get a choice! 

It was always a one to one class, the most boring type of class! I would peek at the other classes. Some classes were empty, especially at the Saturday timing. Normally I always observed another class where there were a few students talking and studying together. 

They were peeking and glancing at each other's notes and shouting while the teacher was also having fun. 

It always distracted me, I wished I could switch lives with them. I would look at their planning board which shows everything they were going to do.

It was always full of fun worksheets and educational games...

Then I would look at mine which was full of tests and books. I felt jealous. I envied them. It wasn't my dream after all, yet I was drowning in work. 

I always wondered, did they ever see my schedule? I wanted them to try mine, then maybe my parents would understand they are giving me too much. 

But I couldn't disagree, I lived off my new parents, they fed me and gave me a place to stay... 

 I knew If I did something wrong, my mother would be seeing me. 

So even though being a doctor isn't my type of dream job, I'm just gonna have to continue living like this...

Snow had always knew that her parents weren’t her real parents. She knew that they just raised her after her mother had passed away on the hospital bed when she was only two. Nevertheless, she still pretended that she didn’t know about the adoption, even if she knew very well. Her adopted parents were doctors from top hospitals and were very serious and strict about not only their jobs but also their entire life. One day in Snow’s  childhood, she was chasing after a fluffy but big dog and bumped into a boy. That boy’s name was Joon Woo. Ever since that day, the two became the bestest of friends who were unseperable. One day, when Snow was just twelve and Joon Woo was sixteen, Joon Woo joined a boy group to be an idol. As he wanted to share the news with his best friend, he failed to. He had a gut feeling that if he did tell her, their friendship will drift away to different worlds. He knew very well that Snow was never comfortable around people who were ‘better’ than her in fear of constantly being compared. He never told her years and she never found out. Even though she noticed their similar features, she always told herself the two people were different. However, Joon Woo started to always act weird. For example, he would try to hide his face when they were out in public and his schedules were always cramped and busy. She always kept her head with the thoughts but whenever he ocasionally comes to her school to study with her, her uneasiness faded and she could only smile. A new transfer comes to the school and he is very handsome, soon he comes to like Snow. Joon Woo being protective, he makes sure that the new transfer student won’t touch her and a love triangle starts to take place.  Meanwhile, all was going well until the day Snow’s parents were involved in a medical incident which made them go to court. All Snow could do was to cry even though she actually knew the truth about the incident and how her parents were innocent but there stood her childhood friend. Joon Woo dragged her to the court to say what she knew before Min Jun could help her and he got the idea. On the other hand, she did but before the court was settled, people had already seen Joon Woo’s face. Facing the rumours and gossip wasn’t easy as Joon Woo told her not to believe them. She wasn’t sure what to believe. She finally concludes that her best friend was hiding things from her. What else did he hide from her? Through all the pressure and stress, Snow fails her exam and was scared to face her parents. She knew that she would be lectured and this time, she didn’t have the courage to face Joon Woo for help and motivation. Not knowing what to do, Snow runs away from home and stays at a small cottage for a year only to chase after a fluffy and big dog that looked like the one that brought her to meet Joon woo. Coincidentally, Snow bumps into the same friend she broke ties with a year ago. As she forgave him for the secret he hid from her , the two get mixed up in each other’s life again and gets even closer this time.

NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER
September, 2007
SOUTH WALES, NY

I should introduce myself. I'm Trevor Ward Courier, the voice of this book. I usually go by Ward. So you can visualize me, I'm a white guy about about six feet high and one-seventy heavy. I look like someone of my ancestry, a European mutt: Irish, Scottish, German, and English, so far as we know. I have brown hair, blue-green eyes, a sharp nose, and kind of a long skull. I am an English teacher and department chairman at an independent boarding school in rural Western New York.
I experienced a lot of what you are going to read in these pages, and when you see the word "I" or "me" in here and it's not part of a quote, the observations presented should be mine. I have a pretty good handle on the things I didn't see from interviewing some of the other players. Those I can imaginatively recreate for you, and they will be in the third person voice and often the present tense. I write those scenes as if they're happening in a film.
This is going to be two rambling, discursive books, put into one for the purposes of e-publishing. They are not going to have the tightness of the literary masterpieces I admire, ones with that sense of no word out of place and none that should be added or axed. You may even find a few typos. I keep finding them, along with awkwardnesses and blunders. But now that I've decided to write it, I have to get this story out.
This book is going to hop around in a couple of different plot tracks that took place over the span of five years. Things were happening at different times across the Americas, and from the way things came together in the end, I figured the best way to present them was in their rough chronology. A certain portion of this book, too, is comprised of my published writings exactly as they appeared, so you can see what there was in them that drew the official interest that brought me into the action. I will do my best at keeping them clear so you can keep it all straight.
I have a master's degree in British literature and know my way pretty well around European lit in general. I have a side-interest, though, that is my real niche of specialization in life: the paranormal. I'm the authority in my home region, upstate New York, though largely due my handful of books and the lack of any serious competition. I'm a reasonable scholar and interpreter of paranormal subjects and situations in general.
I have the local reputation of being a psychic detective, which I do nothing to encourage. Possibly because it is the handiest thing for people to get their heads around, it is impossible to talk people out of thinking it. I don't like false titles, but the impression certainly helps my research. I get called in on cases I would never have heard about otherwise. Lest you start getting images of the caped Dr. Strange or Dion Fortune's fictional Dr. Taverner, though, I should clarify that I am more of a historian and folklorist. I am no exorcist, either. Wouldn't touch the stuff without a Hell of a lot more training, as in, a career's worth.
There are plenty of ghost hunters in the upstate, some of them reasonably prominent. If you want an expert at running around in the dark with surveillance gadgets, any one of them would be better than I am. The upstate likewise has loads of psychics, at least people who say they are, plus UFO-geeks, exorcists, gurus, mystics, cult-leaders, spiritual healers, and representatives of just about every alternative -ism you can think of. Western New York, after all, was the home of so many alternative religious cults and communities that early in its days of white settlement it was nicknamed things like "the Burned-over District" and "the Spirit Way." It was as if the first observers thought there could have been something special about the territory itself. This is also classic Seneca country, and the insights of one of their prominent young elders is a major factor in the events these pages unfold.
I, however, am none of the above. I'm a profiler. I operate toward the paranormal with an almost Cartesian - "I think, therefore I am" - system of affirming by doubting. I'm like Peter Sellers' Inspector Clouseau: "I believe everything and I believe nothing." I start by presuming that everything I hear is just a report - human testimony. It can't all be true; I can't presume it's all false. I look for parallels in time, place, and tradition, and work back from there toward a consensus of likelihood. While certainty may not await us in any of these subject areas, there is a surprising amount you can learn through these means.
In matters paranormal, I record what people say and interpret what they have written. I try to make my conjecture based on broad patterns, not the testimony of single persons and certainly not on my own feelings or intuitions. I do not discount supernatural explanations for things; I merely save them for the last possibility standing. And I do not project meaning onto incoherent situations, either.
Under the pen name Mason Winfield, I've written a couple books about the supernatural-paranormal history of my home region, Western New York, as well as other books on the War of 1812 and the traditions of the upstate Native American League of Six Nations, the Iroquois/Hodenosaunee. I also have a website and publish many articles in magazines and papers in a typical year. Some people are convinced there really is a Mason Winfield. Hah. Does that sound like a real name? Mason Winfield? Who would name their kid Mason Winfield?
There are other people in upstate New York who write about paranormal subjects. My real niche is my broad base and my historic, objective take on the people, places, and events in the supernatural-paranormal past and present of my home region. If somebody wanted a crash course in the upstate paranormal, I would be the natural person to come to. If somebody wanted help interpreting any regional development that seemed related to any paranormal subject, I would typically get that first call.
One morning in September 2007 I checked my mailbox in the faculty lounge and spotted one of the notorious pink notes used to record messages for the faculty that come in through phone calls. This one was a summons to meet with Prescott Burns, our venerable headmaster, right after lunch in his office. "Prez," we called him, or "PB." There were variants among the faculty, like "Peanut Butter," and, "the Sandwich," and "PB-and-J," which of course evolved into just "and-J," sounding often like "NJ." "Talkin' to the Sandwich," one of us might say about heading to a meeting with him, or even, "Going to lunch," or "Brown-bagging it." My colleagues are inveterate nicknamers. Even people like me who don't pick up nicknames anywhere else get them here. If you're sensitive, don't work here.
Because of my initials - TWC, which I use to sign the countless passes and memos we exchange every day - I'm often referred to as "Cable Guy," after Time Warner Cable. Sometimes it's shortened to "T-Dub," or just "Cable." Sometimes it's "Larry," after the comedian, "Larry the Cable Guy." When I was a kid I went by my first name a lot, and people who have known me for a long time often call me "Trev." My mother has always called me "Trevor."
Sometimes a call to the boss' office is a trouble-sign, but I couldn't think of anything this one could be about. I hadn't skipped a study hall or gym duty, had a major fight with a student or colleague, spoken indiscreetly to a trustee, or shown up massively late for anything. At least not recently. That I could recall. I went in as a blank slate.
It was a bright afternoon about 1:45. I found PB in the little lobby of his spacious office conducting a meeting with the math chairman and the bookstore manager. He had his non-confidential meetings here.
I always liked the way PB dressed, like the classic New England headmaster. That day he had on dark grey pants, a powder blue Oxford shirt, and a brown herringbone tweed that went really well together. I could have done without the bow-tie - I've never once worn one - but that was an occasional given with PB. His full head of impeccably clipped white hair was a living landmark on the campus. It stood out against a crowd of campus walkers like a torch in the darkness. He got up when he saw me and met me at the door.
"Ward, I've got a call in from Ted Bennett. He's the head of the local FBI. He's asked me about you and I told him you're no terrorist. He'd like to speak to you in his office in the city. Can you get in there to see him sometime soon?"
"Well, sure," I said. "Any idea what it's about?"
"I'm pretty sure it's got something to do with one of your books," he said. "Sounds like a research question and he'd like to discuss it in person."
"I'll call him," I said.
"If you can do anything to help Ted out, I hope you'll give it due consideration," said Prescott Burns. "His dad was on the Pennsylvania with me when we were both just a little younger than you. And give him my best. I haven't seen him since he was in Sunday School."




Author:
Author, teacher, storyteller, and supernatural historian Mason Winfield studied English and Classics at Denison University, earned a master’s degree in British literature at Boston College, and studied poetry and fiction at SUNY Buffalo with professor emeritus and MacArthur grant recipient Irving Feldman. He has written or edited fourteen books, including the regional sensation “Shadows of the Western Door” (1997) and “Iroquois Supernatural,” co-authored with Michael Bastine, on the traditions of the Six Longhouse Nations (Inner Traditions International/Bear & Company, 2011). Several of his surveys of upstate folklore and paranormal tradition may be found at the website of Western New York Wares: www.buffalobooks.com. He may be reached at www.masonwinfield.com.

An anatomically perfect human jaw fashioned of diamond-hard quartz crystal is uncovered at an Ohio burial mound and sold on the underground antiquities market. Shortly after, three pothunters are found dead.

A mysterious new drug suspected of South American origin surfaces in Buffalo, NY. Its unprecedented psycho-tropic effects include the momentary activation of ESP. 

Blind, speechless, emaciated street people start appearing in many parts of the world. An urban legend-cycle forms around them, and the name of a murderous old cult, “the Whistlers” attaches to them.

An archaeological team at a Mayan site reports finding a bizarre artifact and vanishes. 

An upstate schoolteacher’s book of New York legends and folklore foreshadows these developments and more. 

   These are the threads – plus his affair with a maddening woman – that draw narrator Ward Courier into the international adventure of occultism, terror, Native American tradition and onrushing prophecy that is Mason Winfield’s anticipated new novel THE WHISTLERS. By the time the picture of THE WHISTLERS becomes clear, we are ready to believe in a sinister conspiracy that could predate Atlantis and even hail from another world.

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