"Writing is about translating life into words without sacrificing the grimace and the giggle." -E. J. Ruek

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E. J. Ruek, author / novelist

E. J. Ruek, pronounced "rook", writes contemporary mainstream novels with just a nod of nerve-tingling what-if possibility.

"In life, things are not always as they seem -- not on the surface and not underneath. I like that. I like to write about that. Your auntie might not be that nice lady you always thought she was. In fact, she might be nicer. If fact, she might have hidden knowledge that you never dreamed someone like her could harbor, much less use. She has secrets, and those secrets drive the neighbors crazy, because they just "know" that something isn't quite as "normal" as it should be. ...And it isn't.

"You just never know. You can never assume. Because, when you do, things happen."

 

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TALES OF A TEXAS BOY by Marva Dasef
How do you handle a crazy jackass? Eddie knows. If you ask Eddie, he'll tell you pigs can fly and show you where to find real mammoth bones. Take his word for it when he tells you always to bet on the bear. These are things he learned while dreaming of becoming a cowboy in West Texas during the Depression. Through Eddie, the hero of "Tales of a Texas Boy," we find that growing up is less about maturity and more about roping your dreams. Hold on tight. It's a bumpy ride. A wonderful read for anyone who enjoys books like "Little House on the Prairie" or "Tom Sawyer." A great bit of nostalgia for seniors, too.

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Stories recently accepted for publication: Gift for Eternity, accepted by Barbara Quinn for publication in the winter issue of The Rose and Thorn literary ezine. Thank you, Ms. Quinn.

Scott Heim reads from We Disappear during the last reading at Chelsea

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

NOVELS OUT TO AGENTS: A.G.O.R., and T.W.

UPCOMING NOVEL MANUSCRIPTS BEING READIED BY E. J. RUEK


The fumes he exuded made my eyes water. His looks were passably handsome though. Beneath the stench, I suspected I would find a new friend and, if I played my hand right, maybe even a partner.

"And you are?" I squeaked, determined in my conviction not to draw a breath. Speaking isn't easy, though, without breathing, but I'd be damned if I was going to suffer the full effects of his unique bouquet.

"I am Harg, son of Habrin, ravager of infants, children, and forgotten elders," replied he, his rumble making the whole house shake. I saw one of my favorite dishes fall to shatter on the floor. Impressive!

He leaned forward, glaring down at me from atop his red-eyed, steel-hoofed mount, his battle ax inching foward as its edge went from clean to crusty with what would be "nameless gore." His aura, especially around his helmet horns, brightened from pale to putrid green, crimson fires edging it. Equally impressive! Most specters just held static their projections, using only the effects created by rippling the Veil to increase dramatic tension.







According to the clinic map, Jameson Keller's farm was the next to the last place on a long, winding road called Old Hickory Lane. Old Hickory Lane – the name alone sent up warning flags in Warren. He hated bumpy, dusty drives that took him way up hell and gone in this remote northern county, but Keller's cow hadn't cleaned, and it was Warren's job to take the open ranch calls – the ones where the client hadn't asked for a specific doctor.

Most of the heavy work, the dirty jobs, were open calls, and most were with clients who were, at best, inhospitable, sometimes downright hostile. A look at the notes in the Keller file showed the telling innuendos slipped in here and there, not so much in the minority partner's notes, but in those of the clinic's majority owners, Jim Lewis and Bill Clark. A check in the receptionist's log confirmed that Keller's was an open call. In her neat, loopy hand-writing, Marcia had noted, "Said just send a vet when one can get there. No hurry." Just send a vet! In other words, what Keller wanted was an animal mechanic, not a doctor.



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