Posted by: John-Paul | May 14, 2018

A Cry of Anguish: The Start of Writing Joshua & Caleb

Aa-ee! A cry tore from Joshua. His arms came up to cover his anguished face as he hunched his back and beat his head against angry fists.

I stood at my factory workstation, bending slender aluminum tubes and musing over something I had read in scripture. The Israelites had refused to go up into Canaan because they feared the giants there.

Why is the Lord bringing us to this land only to let us fall by the sword? Our wives and children will be taken as plunder. Wouldn’t it be better for us to go back to Egypt? (Numbers 14:3)

As a result, Yahweh declared that the whole nation would continue to roam the wilderness until everyone in that generation was dead. Only Joshua and Caleb would live to lead the next generation into the Promised Land.

I imagined Joshua’s angry roar at the unbelievers. “You people have condemned me to forty years of useless wandering! I’ll be an old man before I get the plot of land Yahweh has set aside for me!”

This was, for me, the start of my imagining the story of Joshua and Caleb. I saw Joshua as an anti-social, gruff-mannered administrative type much like my own dark side. I imagined Caleb as a musician who loves to worship El Shaddai but avoids conflict much like my light side. Because he was a descendant of Kennizites, an offshoot of Midianites and not of Israel, I could start Caleb’s backstory in Canaan and have him returning to family.

Soon after I began to write and organize ideas, I read Christopher Vogler’s book, The Writer’s Journey. This introduced to me the mythic structure of the hero’s journey or quest.  I decided that not only did Joshua and Caleb each have his own hero’s journey but that Israel also did. And it became clear that Joshua and Israel would fail their quests. This made necessary a second book about training the next generation into an army God could use.

Though the story of Joshua and Caleb would end in the tragedy of failure and judgment, I knew I had to leave readers with hope. Caleb would speak of God’s love and the ultimate fulfillment of His promises.

What mental image or thought has been a spark to your own creativity? What have you done to bring out that idea?


Nineteen-year-old Hoshea ben Nun of the tribe of Ephraim looked from behind the shoulder of Bomani, his master, at the mix of officials and military officers gathered from various countries for this audience with Pharaoh. He saw their tension as they murmured to one another, shuffled their feet, and watched the Nubian embassage.

Would the new king from the country south of Egypt renew the treaty Pharaoh had held with his recently-deceased father or would he rebel and insult the lord of the Nile to his face? The Nubians were a proud people and only the might of Pharaoh’s father had conquered the dead king. No one could predict which way the southerner would turn.

The delegates from Libya on the left scowled at the black men. So long was their submission to the throne of Egypt that they considered any rebellion a criminal act. Next to them, the Hittites hoped to ally themselves with a country that could distract Pharaoh from their own plotting in the North.

The Nubians stood stiffly in the middle. Their king was a young man with brown skin, a smooth face, and full lips. A tall headdress of peacock feathers fanned up from the top of his head. A robe of lion skin covered his black body, the lion’s mane circling the back of his neck and flowing over his shoulders. The hair under his headdress was tightly curled into a springy mass. He stood serene at the front of his entourage, a mix of young, middle-aged, and elderly men. All wore soft skins of various animals – some of them predators. Hoshea had heard that these were deemed more ceremonial than their usual woven-fiber robes so he sought to quell a sneer of disdain. His admiration of their orderly ranks helped this effort.

The men and women of the Egyptian court lounged to the Nubians’ right. Softened by decades of prosperity and arrogant from their hold over their Hebrew slaves, the Egyptians wanted nothing to do with war. They shuffled their feet or spoke with exaggerated levity to the Canaanites on the far right.

Bomani’s troops stiffened as the ruler of Egypt strode in, leading his court officials and carrying his scepter with a lion’s tail tied to it. Hoshea immediately dropped to his knees and tapped his head against the floor as the rest bowed in respect.

Pharaoh stepped up on the raised platform that held his throne. He sat and everyone in the throne room stood upright.

An official at Pharaoh’s left spoke. “Your majesty, the new king of the Nubians begs you to hear his words.”

Pharaoh stared at the black men then nodded.

The southern king approached the dais. He removed his headdress and placed it before the dais then knelt and lowered his head three times to the floor. Straightening to face Pharaoh, he spread his hands apart, palms up.

“Hail, great Pharaoh! King of all Egypt! Lord of the Nile! You are the embodiment of Ra who has overcome the gods of our country and defeated our armies. We come to you seeking peace.

“O great Pharaoh, renew with us the treaty that you held with our old king so we might come under your protection and be your people. We will worship Ra as well as our own gods and pay tribute to you as his representative in the land.”

The black man stood, picked up the headdress and tucked it under his arm. He looked up and waited.

The Egyptians relaxed while the Libyans looked pleased and the Hittites scowled in their places. Several of the Canaanites shook their heads.

Pharaoh said, “I have heard you, O Nubia, and will make covenant with you to be your lord and protector. Hear again the words of the treaty which I made with your father and would renew with you.” He motioned to a priest holding a papyrus scroll.

The priest opened the scroll and read, “These are the provisions of the covenant: I am Ramses, son of Seti who made covenant with you and your people before his death. As you served him so shall you serve me. You shall have no other ruler over you.”

There followed a long recitation of the history between the two countries, including Nubia’s failed attempt to win its freedom. Then the priest of Ra read a longer list of stipulations required of the vassal Nubians.

Hoshea shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited behind his master, General Bomani of Pharaoh’s local army division. This reading of the treaty was taking long. Rather than give in to wishing his enslaved people had a similar vassal status under the Egyptians, the Hebrew took note of a huge, young soldier among the Canaanites. Something about the man made Hoshea’s skin crawl.

After a short statement of disposition – the treaty scroll would be housed in the temple of Ra – the priest read a rather short, vague list of blessings on the Nubians for obeying the terms of the treaty and an explicit list of curses for disobedience. Hoshea watched the Canaanite soldier stoop to murmur to the man next to him. They shared a chuckle.

Hoshea hoped the ceremony would finish soon. He still had much to oversee in preparation for the dinner his master would be giving for visiting military leaders that evening. The general relied more and more on the Hebrew’s organizational skills in running his household as well as in obtaining supplies for Pharaoh’s army and the garrison in Memphis. Seeing the youth’s intelligence and how he prepared stones for the defense of a backyard tomb, he had brought Hoshea into his home as a personal aide.

Hoshea had not wept or even looked back as he marched away. The indifference of Nun and Simichek in raising him had made him callous to others, intent only on getting tasks organized and completed.

Posted by: John-Paul | April 26, 2018

Personality Types in Joshua and Caleb

I first learned about the four personality types in Psychology class in college. However, Gary Smalley and his animal labels really meant something to me. He described the different types as:

  • Lion – administrative, goal-oriented, forceful

  • Otter – fun-loving, incautious, having many shallow friendships

  • Beaver – precise, rules-loving, controlled,

  • Golden Retriever – people-loving, having a few deep relationships, wanting people to just get along

Gary also taught how these different types don’t understand each other and conflict with each other. He taught how to approach each type for better interactions.

When considering how to present the characters of Joshua and Caleb and the other players, I based Joshua and Caleb on my own negative and positive aspects. I placed in Joshua my bent toward organization and demanding that people follow along. I decided Joshua’s hero’s journey would be about his learning how to get along with people and how to persuade them – instead of forcing them – to follow his instructions. Knowing that Israel would fail to invade Canaan, I made the failure of Joshua’s hero’s journey a part of Israel’s failure.

On the other hand, I put into Caleb my love of music and praising God and the opposing personality of Golden Retriever. He would rather pray and sing to God than take a sword to someone. His successful hero’s journey required him to become able and willing to fight to stop evil and to protect those he loves.

I saw Gever, the youth who guided them around Hebron, as an Otter, fun-loving and given to pranks. He became a trial to Joshua but also attractive to the man because of his nature.

Do you know your own personality type? Do you see how others would not like certain aspects of your type? What can you do to interact with other types?

Can you see the other personality types in others you know? How could you better interact with them based on their types?


Posted by: John-Paul | April 13, 2018


Song to read by:     Marching to Zion

When Yahweh delivered the Israelites from bondage in Egypt, He told them to plunder their defeated masters (Exodus 12:36) and to march out in formation as military conquerors. (Exodus 11:4)

God desires all His people to march in triumph through the world, overcoming the temptations of the flesh, the tribulations of the world, and the oppositions of the Enemy. So many scriptures bear out this statement.

Exodus 13:18 And the people of Israel went up out of the land of Egypt equipped for battle.

2 Corinthians 2:14 But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession, and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere.

Eph 6:13 ff Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.

Heb 3:7-4:12 Call to enter God’s Sabbath rest.

Isaiah 40: 27-31

He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.

Jesus himself said his followers would overcome the world just as he did. “I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)

And in John 14:12, “Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever believes in me will also do the works that I do; and greater works than these will he do, because I am going to the Father.”

James 1:12 Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.

God calls all His followers to overcome the world.

Jesus did it (John 16:33).

The shepherd boy David did (1 Samuel 17).

Job did (Job 1:20-22).

Joshua and Caleb did (Numbers 14:38). My coming novel, Joshua and Caleb: Journey to the Promised Land, tells their story.

We can (Romans 8:37).

Hebrews 4:9-11

So then, there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God, for whoever has entered God’s rest has also rested from his works as God did from his.

 Let us therefore strive to enter that rest, so that no one may fall by the same sort of disobedience.


What calamity, what risk, is so great that God Almighty cannot carry you through and make you one who conquers?

What territory has God given you to conquer in His name? To what part of this world does He want you to bring His Kingdom?


Posted by: John-Paul | April 7, 2018

Blogging about My Joshua and Caleb Novel


Progress has been made! Another big step has been taken in getting my novel, Joshua and Caleb: Journey to the Promised Land, into the market for readers to enjoy!

I spent ten or twelve years – off and on – researching, planning, and writing the story of

  • Israel leaving Egypt and becoming a nation under Yahweh

  • Joshua and Caleb journeying into Canaan with ten other spies

  • and Israel rebelling against Yahweh’s command to invade the land of promise.

I finished the first draft and finally found someone willing to edit it relatively inexpensively. I now have his corrective comments (and positive remarks!).

One next step is to rewrite according to his comments. A final review by me and I will create a final draft to be e-published.

Another next step is to start marketing the novel. I plan to use this blog to explain various aspects of the research and writing of the story.

Once I have an e-published file, I plan to offer various chapters here free to entice readers to want more. Rather than the first few chapters, I want to offer those with significant events

  • the first chapters, introducing major characters

  • the night of the final plague and Yahweh’s Passover

  • the crossing of Yam Suph

  • and the start of the journey into Canaan.

Finally, I will make the whole novel available for purchase and downloading. I would be interested in reading how much readers are willing to pay to enjoy the whole story.

Questions to Ponder

What project have you been working on long-term? Has it required years of steady work or – like with me – have you worked on it off and on? What has kept you from completing the project?

Posted by: John-Paul | November 16, 2017

Khopesh: Sickle-Sword of Egypt and Canaan

The armies of ancient Egypt and Canaan used a highly curved, bronze sword that evolved from the farmer’s sickle. With the outside of the curve sharpened, the khopesh was used for slashing more than stabbing. It did have a broad tip in line with the handle for stabbing. This point also had a hook for pulling away an enemy’s shield or weapon, exposing him to a slashing or crushing blow. (Jeroen Zuiderwijk started a discussion  thread on the website. It is the origin of this picture.)

According to the Sword History website, Canaanites brought the khopesh to Egyptians who developed it into a deadly military weapon. Other short swords came along later, especially Hittite swords shaped like narrow leaves and forged from iron.

Because of this Canaanite origin, in my Joshua and Caleb novel I refer only to the khopesh when I mention a sword. In fact, I have Caleb hooking an enemy’s leg, pushing him headfirst into a wall, and slicing off his sword hand.

Posted by: John-Paul | August 31, 2017


Last week, my rambunctious six-year-old grandson had a birthday. While contemplating what he might like for a present, I thought about a toy sling. Stores sell toy guns and bows and arrows. Why not a Middle Eastern weapon such as the sling?

In ancient times in the Middle East and Greece, shepherds used slings and stones to protect their flocks from predators. They were effective enough to become weapons of war. The future king David is famous for taking on the lumbering giant Goliath with a sling…not a slingshot!

In my novel, Joshua and Caleb: Journey to the Promised Land, the Israelites ask their Egyptian masters for gold and silver, clothing and the tools of various trades. At the same time, I have Joshua ask his master, the general, for weapons of war: kopeks and shields, spears and lances, bows and arrows, and slings and lead slugs. (He even stuffs a sling and pouch of slugs into his girdle.) Joshua knows the Israelites will march out of Egypt in military formation and into Canaan to take over as Yahweh promised.

During the battle against the Amalekites, Joshua orders the slingers and archers into ranks behind the infantry in order to launch volleys of slugs and arrows against the charging camel riders. He also teaches their young guide around Hebron how to use the weapon to bring down small animals for food.

The sling was an important weapon of warfare and hunting for the Israelites. I have made it an important feature of my Pendant novels.


Posted by: John-Paul | April 14, 2017




The supply convoy snaked through a small canyon toward the river it needed to cross.  Large boulders and rocky outcroppings studded the steep walls of the defile. No bushes greened its slopes. Beyond the river, the road ran without obstacles for the convoy’s destination – a village ravaged by warfare.

The forward truck edged around a final curve in the road a hundred yards inside the mouth of the canyon. In the passenger seat, Captain Bonnie Miller, commanding officer of Brava Company of the Interfaith Battalion of Nurses of God, frowned at the two men sitting on a large log dropped across the opening. She looked up her side of the defile at rifles bristling from behind the large rocks. Oh, no, she thought. Not again!

She grabbed up the radio microphone and spoke evenly. “OK, people. We’ve got a bandit roadblock here. Let’s everyone be cool. Execute Plan D. And send Lieutenant Hasanov forward.”

The forty-four-year-old female doctor regretted the need to bring the Azerbaijani officer sent by the host country’s army. His masculine arrogance irritated her.

She had returned his salute when he reported for duty as their guide and translator while she looked him over, from the blue beret covering his short, black hair, past his khaki uniform to the spit shine on his parade boots.  The toothy smile on his shaved face had her compressing her mouth into a line. Then she’d invited him to sit and they had talked about the mission to the battle-torn mountain village.

“That is bandit country,” Hasanov had exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Who will protect you women?”

Miller had eyed him coolly. “We are Fighting Ezers. We protect ourselves.”

She saw the lack of comprehension in his dark eyes. “Lieutenant, you understand that ‘ezer’ is the Hebrew word for ‘helper’, right?”

When Hasanov nodded, Miller had continued. “The word is used first in Jewish scriptures for Eve who was a helper sufficient for Adam. Thereafter, the word is used about God Almighty. He is said to be Israel’s helper and shield. He fights for them.

“So, we women – and a few men – are doctors, nurses, paramedics…and soldiers. As part of the IBNG, we help people by bringing relief supplies and medical care to victims of war, disease, and pestilence.

“We’re also a paramilitary organization, trained for combat so we needn’t rely on soldiers of the countries we help. We can fight to protect our supplies and helpless people against the predations of bandits and warring factions.”

The next day, Lieutenant Emily Coulton had accused the Azerbaijani of insulting her.  “He had the gall to say I should have been a belly dancer!” Fists clenched on her wide hips, the lieutenant’s muscles filled most of the stout, young blonde’s blue uniform. Her broad face tightened in a scowl.

Miller had run her hands through her ear-length, graying-brown hair and asked, “What did you say to that?”

Emily had bent to draw the stiletto from her boot sheath. “I asked if he wanted to dance with a woman who wielded a knife.”

Bonnie had chuckled. “You tell him about your Ranger training?”

The lieutenant had frowned. “No. Didn’t think of it. I said I’m a nurse with better skills than for prancing around, being ogled by lecherous men.”

Back in the canyon, Bonnie replaced the mike and lowered her middle-aged figure out of the dusty deuce-and-a-half, her hands out from the sides of her blue utility uniform and away from her service pistol. The Azerbaijani lieutenant strode forward as the two men on the log stood and came over, rifles at the ready.

The officer moved his arms out also and spoke sternly to the bandits in their language.  The larger man wore a dusty, blue jacket of quality material that covered most of his dirty, white shirt.  Sturdy pants fell to dusty boots.  His short, dark hair didn’t seem to have been washed in some time though his moustache was neatly trimmed.  He sneered at Hasanov’s uniform and spoke past the cigarette that dangled from the corner of his mouth.

The officer’s face darkened as he translated. “He say, ‘Who speak for you women?’”

Miller said, “Tell him this is a supply convoy, traveling under the protection of the United Nations.” Citing the UN, she knew, sometimes got them better results than their little-known relief aid battalion.

As she listened, the captain cast a quick look back along the convoy. The last two trucks had stopped beyond the curve in the road. The bandit spoke again just as Lieutenant Coulton walked up to join them.

Hasanov translated, “Your trucks and supplies now taken in name of people of this area.  All drivers and soldiers must stand away from trucks while his men inspect contents.”

He turned more toward Miller. “Captain, do not trust him. He is thief and murderer.”

The bandit pushed between them, speaking forcefully.

Bonnie glared at the officer. “Just tell him these supplies are needed by the village a few miles ahead where a recent battle devastated the place. His men may ride with us, if he wishes, to insure the supplies arrive safely.”

As Hasanov translated, the bandit scowled then dashed his cigarette to the ground.  Angry words accompanied gestures that included emphatic pointing at Lieutenant Coulton. The Azerbaijani officer translated simultaneously.

“I am Ali Achmed, warlord this region! I will say who may do what and who will do as I say! All you will stand away from trucks so my men may drive them away! In addition, yellow hair… er…woman will come with me!” Hasanov gestured at the ponytail that hung from under Coulton’s field cap.

The stout, young woman stepped back but Ali Achmed strode forward, seized her arm, and pulled her against him. Emily turned her face away from the man’s stench. Both bandits aimed their rifles at the other two.

Miller’s hand lowered to her sidearm but Emily flung back a hand. “Captain, no!”

The bandits cocked their weapons. Bonnie froze then moved her arms slowly out again. The look she gave the men would have dropped them had it really been lethal.

She said, “Courage, Lieutenant. Wait for your chance.”

Miller climbed into the cab of the truck and lifted the microphone. “OK, everybody, out of the trucks. We’re to let these bandits paw through our things and take what they want.”

The captain got down again and watched with arms crossed as drivers and other personnel in the visible trucks climbed out and clustered to one side. She turned back to the others.

Ali Achmed held Coulton with her back against his chest, one arm under her breasts.  He spoke and Hasanov translated.  “You wise, Captain.”

She replied, “You give me little choice. Something like this happened a few years ago. One of my nurses was taken then as well. We found her ravaged body three days later.  I swore I’d never let that happen again.”

Miller looked at Emily and motioned Hasanov to stop translating. “Sergeant?”

“Not yet, Bonnie.”

Hasanov spoke forcefully to Achmed who sneered as he replied. Miller rounded on the Azerbaijani.

“Lieutenant, please don’t interfere. Sergeant Osgar is almost ready.”

Hasanov threw his arms up in frustration.

The captain turned back toward the bandits and saw the raised thumb on Emily’s fist.  She stepped forward, used her left hand to push away the other bandit’s rifle, and slammed the meaty base of her right palm against his jaw. His head snapped back and she plunged her left fist into his gut. He doubled over and she met his falling forehead with her knee.

When Miller looked up from checking the unconscious man, she saw Ali Achmed on the ground with Emily on his back, her fist in his hair and her stiletto at his throat.  Pistol fire cracked from both sides of the defile and scattered rifle shots replied. Soon the rifles were still and a feminine voice on the right called, “Clear!” An answering “Clear!” rang from the left and several uniformed women and men rose from behind the rocks, pistols at the ready. Dark-skinned hands bristled instead of rifles.

Miller smiled and called out, “Very good, people! Disable and throw their weapons down here. Watch your backs getting back to your trucks.”

Then she turned to the lieutenant and her captive. Emily’s hand on his forehead kept his head pulled back but did not stop his ranting. Bonnie told Hasanov to translate.

He said, “You not like what he say.”

She nodded. “Then I’ll do the talking.”

Squatting sideways before the bandit, she said, “If you promise to behave, I’ll have the lieutenant let you up.”

Achmed glared and spoke in a surly tone.

Hasanov translated, “Better you kill me.”

Emily blinked. “You really want me to?” She tightened her grip on the dagger, which pressed it harder against his windpipe.  “It’s just that I don’t want to send you to Hell.”

“I am disgraced before my men…by a woman.”

“Have it your way.” Emily moved her hand to tilt his head down. She repositioned the tip of the stiletto against the back of his neck where a quick thrust would slice his brain stem.

The bandit leader threw out his hands, yelling.

Hasanov said, “Wait! I promise!”

Still holding the knife against Achmed’s neck, Emily moved slowly off his back.  Once he felt the blade go away, the bandit sat up and faced the squatting captain.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Who are you women?” He ignored the officer who translated above them.

Miller sat on the ground, her legs sideways to avoid spreading her knees. She glanced up as tall, slender Sergeant Neena Osgar stood beside her, holstering a smoking pistol. Bonnie said, “We are doctors, nurses, and paramedics of the Interfaith Battalion of Nurses of God, also known as the Fighting Ezers.”

Osgar grunted, “Hoo-ah!” She adjusted the cap over her shoulder-length dark hair.

The officer said, “I am Captain Bonnie Miller. Behind you is Second Lieutenant Emily Coulton. That is First Sergeant Neena Osgar.  This man translating is First Lieutenant Hasanov of your country’s army. As a member of my team, he is due the same respect you would give me.”

She jerked a thumb at the trucks behind her. “As I said, these supplies are for the next village. Do you and your men protect those people?”

Achmed nodded. “We do.  We also bring them what supplies we can after the army destroyed it.”

Hasanov spoke sharply to the bandit until Miller put up a hand to stop him. She said, “Lieutenant, I think we’ve proven to you…and him…our ability to protect ourselves and our mission. It’s time to move on.”

The bandit grinned and spoke again. “We now help you take these supplies to my village.”

Miller shook her head. “No.  We would have made it without your ambush. Now we will do it without your help. God has said, ‘You must not steal,’ and ‘You must not commit adultery.’ I presume you’re married.”

The bandit glanced at the translator then nodded.

The captain said. “I would spare you the temptation to try either one again.” She paused and grinned. “You may move the log for us, though.”


Posted by: John-Paul | April 14, 2017

Introduction to Fighting Ezers

I have long valued the idea of woman being able and willing to fight to protect themselves and their loved ones. Some of my heroes are such fictional characters as Ayla (The Valley of Horses), Mercy Thompson (Moon Called), and Claire Beauchamp Randall/Fraser (Outlander). Yes, I enjoy fantasy fiction.

With Fighting Ezers, I try to show such heroism in the face of arrogant, male attitudes and exploitation.

I have, for several years, been working, off again-on again, on the novelization of how Moses led the people of Israel out of bondage in Egypt and sent Joshua and Caleb – among others – into Canaan to spy out the land. I have recorded how Yahweh led the people into the Wilderness of Shur, how they complained about the hard conditions, and how they rebelled when commanded to invade Canaan.

Throughout the novel, I wish to say things about having faith in God to obey beyond living a moral life, to not complain about hard or unwanted circumstances, and to pursue one’s purpose.

This is the most important wilderness journey of the Bible, referred to twice in later books. Centuries later, the psalmist makes an example of their complaining and fearful rebellion when he writes,

Today, if only you would hear his voice,

“Do not harden your hearts 

as you did at Meribah,

as you did that day

at Massah in the wilderness,

where your ancestors tested me;

they tried me, though they had seen what I did.

For forty years I was angry with that generation;

I said, ‘They are a people whose hearts go astray,
    and they have not known my ways.’

So I declared on oath in my anger,

‘They shall never enter my rest.’”

(Psalm 95:7-11)

The writer of Hebrews, more centuries later, makes a big deal of this psalm to encourage his readers to enter the eternal rest of faith in Messiah. (Hebrews 3:7-19)

I wish to offer Joshua and Caleb: Journey to the Promised Land to my readers by way of this blog. The first few chapters are free while continued reading will require a small trade of value.

Readers’ comments about any aspect of the story are welcome. Comments that lead to major improvements will gain recognition for those who offer them.

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