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."
***************************** 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
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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