Author Archives: Bruce Hennigan
Book Launch October 7th!
Click on this link and you can view the flyer for the book launch.
I’m giving away an iPad2, a nook, and a Kindle so check it out and be there:
The Book is Here!!!
“A gripping look into the supernatural. Bruce Hennigan will keep you turning pages — each one a little scarier than the last.”
Mike Yorkey, coauthor of Chasing Mona Lisa and the Every Man’s Battle series.
There is no feeling in the world like finding that awful, yellow orange envelope on the table and then realizing it is from your publisher, and yes, then seeing that it is just the right size for a book, and yes, yes, opening it to find — TA DA! — the very first brand spanking new copy of your debut novel!!!!!
I am holding the first advance copy of “The 13th Demon: Altar of the Spiral Eye”. The quote above is on the top of the very back of the novel!! And, it has my NAME on it! I’m the AUTHOR!!!
Okay, slow your breathing! Calm down! Change your underwear!
Sorry, TMI.
It’s official. The book is here. So, plan on being at Brookwood Baptist Church in the Well, the coffee/book shop on October 7th at 6 PM to 8 PM. Buy a copy of my book and you will be entered into a drawing for one of the following: a 32GB iPad2, a Nook Touch, or a Kindle WiFi. The only catch is you have to purchase a book to enter the drawing and you have to be present at the drawing to be eligible for one of the three prizes.
I’ll be talking very briefly on “One Book’s Journey: How To Get Published” and answering some questions before the official book signing. I’m hoping local Christian artists will show up and become a member of a new local Christian artist community, the ink*well. So come out to Brookwood Baptist Church, corner of I49 and Bert Kouns, Friday, October 7th at 6 PM and have snacks and coffee and cold smoothies and celebrate the release of my debut novel!
Now, excuse me while I continue to pinch myself!!!
Jonathan Steel — An Angry Man!
I dug up this video transcript of Jonathan Steel, main character in “The 13th Demon: Altar of the Spiral Eye”. Check it out below.
Transcript
Nancy Neon Interview
Local Television Station
Raw video footage was viewed and transcribed for archival purposes.
Initial footage revealed the crew getting ready for Nancy Neon’s interview of Jonathan Steel. Mr. Steel was escorted to his chair. Please note he has several fresh scars on his forehead and his hair appears to be singed by a fire. He refused, at first, to remove his sunglasses until confronted with the fact that the lights were reflected from the mirrored surfaces. Nancy Neon was escorted to her chair, wearing her usual hot pink pantsuit and lime green scarf. Note to make up: Try and convince Ms. Neon not to use the violet red rinse on her hair. The video editor is having trouble in postproduction with color bleed.
NANCY: Good morning, Mr. Steel. I’m Nancy Neon.
STEEL: Good morning.
NANCY: Now, as we agreed, I will ask you only those questions you have approved. So, you can just relax.
STEEL: I never relax.
NANCY: I’ve noticed.
STEEL: Where do I look?
NANCY: Just look at me. Don’t worry about the camera. That’s why we had to take your sunglasses. The reflection was blinding me. And, we want the world to see those beautiful, turquoise eyes of yours. Are you ready?
STEEL: I guess so. This wasn’t a good idea.
NANCY: Nonsense, Mr. Steel. From what I’ve heard from the people in Lakeside, you need to tell your story to the world. Oh, we’re about to begin.
(To Camera) Hello, Shreveport and Bossier City, this is Nancy Neon with today’s episode of “What’s Eating You?” where we ask the good people of the Arklatex what’s on their minds. Today, we have a very special treat. I have with me in the studio a man who single handedly saved the community of Lakeside, that sleepy little hamlet on the north side of our fair city of Shreveport.
STEEL: Not true.
NANCY: Excuse me?
STEEL: It wasn’t single-handed. I had help.
NANCY: That’s nice. Mr. Steel you just let me ask the questions and our viewers will be all excited by what they hear. And, don’t worry; we’ll edit out this part in the final piece. Now, Mr. Steel, you’re a private investigator, right?
STEEL: No.
NANCY: But, I thought you came to Lakeside at the request of Reverend Thomas Parker because of some mysterious goings on at his church?
STEEL: Yes.
NANCY: So, if you’re not a private investigator, just what are you?
STEEL: Someone who helps others.
NANCY: Oh, isn’t that cute! In fact, viewers, I have one of Mr. Steel’s business cards right here. Listen to what it says on one side. “A helper in time of need.” That is so sweet.
STEEL: I’m not sweet.
NANCY: I bet you’re not! So, why do you help people?
STEEL: I made a promise.
NANCY: Oh? To who? Or, should I say, whom?
STEEL: I’m not talking about that. You said we would keep my private life out of this.
NANCY: Very well, Mr. Steel. Do you carry a gun?
STEEL: No.
NANCY: Do you practice martial arts?
STEEL: I don’t know.
NANCY: You don’t know? That’s an odd question.
STEEL: I have a problem with my memory. Can we get on with this?
NANCY: I understand you have a problem with your anger, too. In fact, you assaulted an officer of the law . . .
STEEL: We agreed not to talk about this.
NANCY: Oooo, Mr. Steel. You’re face is turning a nice shade of red and you’re making fists. You’re not going to hit me, are you?
STEEL: No.
NANCY: Now, let’s move on while you try and calm down. I understand that one of the people, someone very special to you came to help out with these incidents in Lakeside suffered . . .
STEEL: I told you I wasn’t going to discuss her! Look, I’m out of here!
NANCY: Mr. Steel, you agreed to this interview. Now, sit down!
STEEL: I agreed to talk about the positive outcome. You just want the dirt. Get it from somewhere else.
NANCY: Oh, I will. I’ll contact that FBI agent who followed you to Lakeside. What was his name?
STEEL: How do I get this microphone off me?
NANCY: Or, what about this man convicted of murder you were associating with? What was his name? Some local doctor?
STEEL: Do you guys want to take this off me or do you want me to rip it off?
NANCY: And, what was all this about demons? Devils? Evil spirits? And this number 13 you seem so obsessed with?
STEEL: I’m leaving.
Jonathan Steel ripped off the microphone and stormed off the set leaving Nancy Neon sitting alone in the studio.
Book 1 of the Chronicles of Jonathan Steel, The 13th Demon: Altar of the Spiral Eye will be released by Realms Books in October, 2011.
I Want to Meet YOU at a Book Signing!
Book Signings.
Are they a thing of the past?
With all the emphasis on ebooks, one would think no one goes to a book store anymore.
Check out my take on that on my recent blog post over on Just the Write Charisma author blog.
Now, here’s the deal. I want to do book signings. My book comes out in October and I am planning a three week book tour. So, I want to come to a store in YOUR area. But, I need help and I need it FAST.
If you would like to get a signed copy of my new book, “The 13th Demon: Altar of the Spiral Eye” go to your nearest bookstore and give them this webpage address (www.brucehennigan.com) and tell them you want me to come and do a book signing.
Why?
Because I will do MORE than just sign books:
- I will talk, at the book store’s request, on How To Get Published.
- I can talk, at the book store’s request, on God Versus Science: The Playing Field Today
- I can talk, at the book store’s request, on Powers of Darkness: Are Demons Real?
- I can talk, at the book store’s request, on Publishing Today: Traditional, Self Publishing, or Ebooks. What is right for you?
- I can read excerpts from my book.
- I will bring lots of tiny, fun giveaways.
- I am a people person and I want to meet YOU.
So, I need YOUR Help. Call, email, visit your local bookstore TODAY and ask them to contact me for a possible book signing. I want to meet YOU.
The Final Summit — A Book Review
“The Final Summit”
By Andy Andrews
Thomas Nelson
God is no longer playing around and He is angry. David Ponder, successful businessman and philanthropist now holds the fate of humanity in his hands. Gabriel visits David Ponder on the day Ponder’s world is falling apart and informs him that he is in charge of a Final Summit of the greatest thinkers and leaders of history to determine the answer to one question. If these “Travelers” can answer the question successfully, then humanity will continue. If not, well it’s the flood all over again!
“The Final Summit” is a book of ideas. It is also a novel rich with fascinating characters from throughout history brought together to wrestle with this question: What does humanity need to do, individually and collectively, to restore itself to the pathway toward successful civilization? And the answer is only two words!
David Ponder has met Travelers before. He received from seven great historical figures the Seven Decisions for Success and turned his failed life into a life of not only financial success, but a life of helping those around him in need. Now, his wife has passed away in her sleep leaving him alone and without a plan for the rest of his life. It is into this despair that Gabriel returns with a new challenge. Ponder is to lead the Final Summit and oversee hundreds of famous figures from history to answer the ultimate question for humanity. Ponder, understandably, is dismayed that he is chosen to lead such a meeting. But, he accepts the challenge.
In a time and place of undetermined location, Ponder meets with his co-chairman, Winston Churchill and soon, five other Travelers chosen by Gabriel at God’s direction, sit at the summit table to answer the question. Time is of the essence and a great hourglass shows the passing minutes.
This novel is fascinating! It is, at first, an entertaining story where the reader gets to meet many famous historical figures, some well known, others obscure. Just to read the exchanges between Winston Churchill and Abraham Lincoln are worth reading the book alone. But, the novel serves not only to entertain but to inform.
How would you answer this question? What is the ultimate answer to today’s social dilemmas? Be courageous? Have wisdom? Bring hope? I will not spoil the deliberations of this august panel of famous people. Read the book and ponder on the merits of each answer. There are five successive answers, all of which are almost right. But, there is only one right answer.
I found “The Final Summit” refreshing, exciting, and a wonderful read. It is worth reading and re-reading just for the wisdom of each chapter. There are more good ideas and suggestions in this one book than a dozen inspirational books. I highly recommend it!
Andy Andrews website: Andy Andrews
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ResAliens — A Website Review Day 3
On the final day of a review of ResAliens, I wanted to review the short story, “Snow Angels”. The reason I chose this story is the profound difference between this story and “Some Assembly Required”. Where that story was strong, classic science fiction, “Snow Angels” is a scary thriller.
“Snow Angels” by Joanne Galbraith is one of those creepy otherworldly thrillers that features possible ghosts or possible real world killers. You have to figure out which. Emma is trying to recover from the accidental death of her husband. As the story begins, her daughter Marley sees someone out in the back yard making snow angels just like her father used to make. Emma, fearing they have a peeping tom, contacts her sister and the police. The incidents escalate and finally, someone enters the house. I do not want to reveal any more details. You simply must read the story to find out what is really going on.
STRENGTHS: I really liked this story and the creeping terror that builds as Emma tries to decide if she is losing her mind or if her dead husband really is trying to communicate to them from the other side of the grave. The tension builds slowly and tightly, well written and well paced. The characters are interesting and engaging and well developed.
The developing mystery of the visitor at the window is handled very adroitly and I didn’t see the ending coming at all. It is a testimony to good writing that the ending was not contrived and flowed out of the strength of the story. I really liked “Snow Angels” and I highly recommend it. After you read it, you may not want to look out your back window late at night.
The spiritual element was well handled and comforting and reassuring. God is indeed watching over us!
WEAKNESSES: If there is a weakness it might be in the question if God would allow someone to come back from the dead to warn loved ones of impending doom. Or, if the dead can truly perform miracles. But, in the context of this story and in the context of this website, this is a minor quibble.
I have really enjoyed this website. I look forward to exploring the past stories and rediscovering a world of good storytelling in the science fiction and thriller genre. I highly recommend the website.
ResAliens — A Website Review Day 2
Today, on Day 2, I will review the short story, Some Assembly Required by T. M. Hunter. Before discussing the merits of the story, here is the bio of T. M. Hunter from the ResAliens website:
T. M. Hunter has always had a fascination with interstellar travel, spacecraft and beings from other worlds. Twice a Top Ten Finisher in the P&E Readers Poll for his short stories (2007, 2009), his stories have appeared in Ray Gun Revival, Residential Aliens, and more. His first Aston West novel, Heroes Die Young, was awarded Champagne Books’ Best-Selling Novel of 2008 Award. His second novel, Friends in Dead, is now available from Champagne Books. More can be found at AstonWest.com.
SUMMARY:
Aston West owns and flies his own spaceship around the galaxy making the most out of life, enjoying the heck out of it when possible, and trying his best to get filthy rich. In other words, he is your typical Han Solo type mercenary out for the next get rich scheme in outer space. He is a likable sort of guy with a ship computer named Jeanie. In this story, West’s ship is in need of repairs and unfortunately, he has no space cash. He lands on the nearest planet only to discover a “paradise” where everything you need is provided. The caveat is what you want is not always what you need.
He soon finds a way to trade some of his precious cargo for the parts needed to fix the ship only to meet a powerful local businessman, Jim Ford, who evidently defies the local mandate and has everything he “wants” and wants everything he can get. West has to trade all of his precious cargo to get enough cash for the repairs and in the process of the negotiations, he meets Mr. Ford’s rather beautiful and seductive assistant, Libby.
It isn’t long before West realizes Libby isn’t exactly human and because she has been “contaminated” by West’s association with her, she has to be “sterilized”. The remainder of the story will have to wait for you to read.
STRENGTHS:
There is an ongoing tension in writing today between using characters that can be regarded as “stereotypes” and using characters that have built in “familiarity”. I won’t argue the merit of either designation except to say it is impossible to create truly unique and memorable characters anymore. The best most authors can hope for is a variation on a well known theme. Aston West is that variation and for me, the interest in this story was driven by my desire to see how an author was going to use this kind of character to develop a spiritual “theme”. In fact, the eventual “theme” if you will was the importance of each individual against the backdrop of a world where everyone has a role to fulfill and they should never step outside of that role or face “erasure”.
This, to me, is a strength in that the author did not overpower the story with the message. The message was a natural outgrowth of the story. It was not contrived or forced. This is a welcome development in Christian fiction.
The message is a strong point for this story. The “secret” of Libby and her final dispensation could have been the end of the story. But, the author took it one step further in translating West’s learning process to the ship’s computer. He left a “rock in the shoe” of the main character and something for West to think about every time he hears Jeanie’s voice.
WEAKNESSES:
The main weakness, if you want to consider it as such, is the familiarity of the character and the story. This is a typical rogue with a heart of gold who reluctantly rises above his selfish desires to help out the damsel in distress. We’ve seen this in so many stories and movies, I’m sure I could make a list of at least a dozen without thinking. But, this is not necessarily a profound weakness. It depends on the reader’s fascination with character.
Rather than be dismayed by stereotype, the author can use it to his or her advantage. In this case, while using a stereotype might be a weakness, this genre almost demands such a character. The story would not work without such a character. So, I leave it up to the reader to decide if ultimately, Aston West is a cliche and a stereotype. Personally, I rather enjoyed his adventure.
CONCLUSION:
I find it a joy and a pleasure to be able to read well written science fiction stories that harken back to the era of Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke, and other authors of the golden age of science fiction. I don’t have to worry about gratuitous language for the sake of shocking the reader, or, gratuitous sexual situations just for the sake of titillation. And, I can rely on the fact the story will have some redeeming quality of spiritual significance. I had given up reading science fiction but It will be nice to return to well written science fiction.
Tomorrow, I’ll look at a thriller with the story, “Snow Angels”.
ResAliens — A Website Review Day 1
It was September, 1966 and I was sitting in front of our new color television set, a short, stocky kid on the soft side of puberty waiting breathlessly for this new show that promised to deliver what Lost in Space had so squandered: real, hard edged science fiction. The opening scene came and left me breathless. The stars filled the screen and a swooshing space ship flew past to the words: “Space, the final frontier . . .” By the end of that episode, the one about Doctor McCoy and the salt vampire, I was thrilled beyond words. Here was a real, honest to God science fiction television show that was gritty, adult oriented and had some pretty scary, but believable monsters.
I was reminded of that day and the feelings evoked in my young mind and heart when I began to read some of the stories on the website, Residential Aliens. Good, old fashioned science fiction, fantasy, and speculative fiction. A combination of Star Trek, Twilight Zone, and Outer Limits with a good portion of Ray Bradbury’s Illustrated Man thrown in.
Where does the name, ResAliens, come from. Here from the website is the explanation:
ResAliens is short for Residential Aliens. A resident alien is, of course, a foreigner who is residing temporarily in a country not her own – an expatriate of sorts. Believers in heaven (or a “coming new age”) often consider themselves to be simply passing through this world on their way to a better land. The idea is that, although we’re currently inhabitants of earth, we’re really citizens of heaven and thus pilgrims, or aliens, on this planet.
The editor of ResAliens, Lyn Perry, defines his scope of publishing in his guidelines:
“In that I am a believer and follower of Christ, yes. The authors and audience, however, may or may not come from a position of faith. But what I think you’ll find here is a collection of quality stories with a moral or spiritual thread that appeals to the broad and varied interests of fans of speculative fiction.
In fact, we accept stories from people of all walks of faith or from none. From my submission guidelines: “I’m looking for quality speculative fiction with a spiritual foundation. Submissions need not be religious in nature. However, we are looking for engaging stories that are truthful to the human experience while offering the reader something of the eternal.”
I downloaded the Collection Issue 5.5 and spot read some of the stories. I also read “Some Assembly Required” and “Snow Angels” to get a taste of the type of fiction you can find on this site.
Today, on day one, I want to discuss the website content. Then, for the next two days, I’ll review the stories I read listed in the paragraph above.
ResAliens is not just another pretty site. It publishes short stories and the author gets PAID for the story! That ‘s right! You can actually get published and get some cold hard cash. Here are the guidelines and payment options:
ResAliens accepts…
+ Flash Fiction (900 to 1500 words)
+ Short Stories (1500 to 6000 words, firm; 7k to 9k stories are too long)
+ Query First: Serials (2 to 4 episodic installments; up to 20k words)
+ Query First: Poetry/Verse (Limited! Note: This is a very hard sell.)
+ Query First: Artwork/Artist Interview. Email: lyn at resaliens dot com.
We Pay…
We offer a one-time payment of $5 per story or artist interview upon acceptance via PayPal (or $4 via USPS), with the option to waive this payment. We’ll also provide a link to your website and/or project page in your Author or Artist Bio. Upon acceptance, your story will appear in an electronic issue, including but not limited to this online venue.
I counted 86 authors and there are short biographies of each author. If you lie one of the archived stories, you can find out what other works these authors have available. There are also some free downloadable anthologies and a store front for buying more of the site’s work.
Here is ResAliens’ Facebook page:
There is also a discussion forum, a Facebook page, a Storefront, and a Twitter feed.
What kind of fiction can you expect? Here is Lyn Perry’s own words:
Combining spec fic and spirituality, and wanting to contribute to faith-informed genre fiction, ResAliens Press offers fans of science fiction, fantasy, and spiritual & supernatural thriller a quality venue in which to share their passion.
After sampling some of the stories, this idea excites me to no end. Here, in one place are dozens of science fiction, fantasy, and speculative stories with a spiritual center. These are stories that push the edge of inspirational fiction and yet, provide the reassurance that there will be a spiritual focus somewhere in the story. Check out the site! Read some of the free stories.
Tomorrow, I will review the story “Some Assembly Required” by T. M. Hunter.
Web site link – http://www.resaliens.com/
Editor’s blog – http://residentialaliens.blogspot.com/
Editor Lyn Perry’s personal blog – http://blogginoutloud.blogspot.com/
CSFF Participants’ links
Noah Arsenault
Brandon Barr
Thomas Clayton Booher
Grace Bridges
Beckie Burnham
Jeff Chapman
CSFF Blog Tour
Carol Bruce Collett
D. G. D. Davidson
Dean Hardy
Katie Hart
Ryan Heart
Jason Joyner
Carol Keen
Shannon McDermott
Rebecca LuElla Miller
Lyn Perry
Sarah Sawyer
Jessica Thomas
Steve Trower
Fred Warren
Phyllis Wheeler
The Real World — A short, short story
I’ve tried to post this story on Storypraxis twice now with two different prompts and for some reason it won’t go through. I’m not sure why. Maybe it is too long. Maybe the editors don’t like it. But, I like it a lot and I want to share it with you. I used two prompts: real world and palisade. See what you think:
The Real World
By Bruce Hennigan
Something had just jerked my cork under the water and the fishing line had gone taut when the bushes rustled behind me. I glanced over my shoulder recalling that one time old Norman had claimed he had a black bear in one of his pine trees. The pole jerked in my grip and I stood up, torn between finally catching Old Jackson, as they called him and being wary of whatever was creeping up on me from the bushes. I knew the fence of wooden slats would protect me from the dangers of the world. But, a bear would be so much larger than my palisade.
The rustling sound stopped and I decided to tempt fate and try and land Old Jackson. They say he was the largest catfish in Twelve Mile Bayou. My uncle said he almost landed him once about fifteen years ago and when he rolled out of the water for a second, Uncle Foots said he must have weighed fifty pounds! My pole bowed under the tension of the struggling fish and I smiled. It had to be Old Jackson! Be careful, now, I told myself. Give him some slack and let the line out and . . .
“You catching Old Jackson?”
I flinched and the pole jerked out of my hand and sailed across the water and disappeared from sight. I cursed and whirled, fists raised to face the person who had interrupted my perfect day of fishing. It wasn’t a black bear that had come out of the blueberry bushes. It was a tall, young man with a shock of blonde hair and striking green eyes who had stepped nimbly over the fence and invaded my solitude. He was wearing a faded pair of jeans and a pale, blue tee shirt. He smiled at me as my mouth fell open.
“Hey, Dad. Sorry about the fishing pole. Didn’t mean to scare you.” His eyes flashed in the sunlight off of the bayou.
I dropped my fists and just looked at him. It had been so long. In fact, I could hardly remember what he looked like the last time I had seen him. Seemed there had been a cut on his head? I blinked and reached over and pulled him to me.
“Justin! What are you doing here?” I held him close and inhaled the fragrance of his mom’s fabric softener on his shirt. He still wore that cheap after shave. I pushed him away and frowned. “How did you find me?”
Justin laughed and rubbed his chin. “You brought me here when I was six. Remember. We put the boat in right over there.” He pointed to a boat launch cut into the red clay of the bank of the bayou. “You took me out fishing and I found a plug in the bottom of the back of the boat. Remember?”
I swallowed and looked away from the boat launch. “Yeah, how could I forget. You pulled the plug and the boat started sinking.”
He slapped my shoulder. He was strong. “Yeah, Dad. I kept telling you, ‘The boat is sinking!’ and you couldn’t hear me over the boat motor. And, I kept screaming and screaming until you cut the motor and then you could hear me from here to Blanchard!”
I smiled at the memory. It was a warm, comfortable sensation in the back of my head. I nodded. “I remember. It took us forever to get the plug back in and then I had to bail out the water. . .”
“And, we never caught any fish.” He chuckled and I saw something red and moist drip from his lip. I blinked and it disappeared. My heart was racing. I didn’t know why.
“Son, why are you here?”
His clear, green eyes flashed in the sunlight and he frowned. “I came to get you, Dad. You need to come back.”
I glanced over his shoulder at the wooden fence and shook my head. “I’m not coming back! No, sir! Not coming!” I backed away from him and felt nauseous. I turned my gaze out over the bayou. Old Jackson rolled out of the water near the far shore. He must have weighed one hundred pounds. My fishing line was wrapped all around his body. I shivered. “Go away.”
“Dad, I just got here.” I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“You can’t be real. The dead don’t rise.” I muttered.
“I’m not dead, Dad. I’m alive.” He said so close to my ear. I closed my eyes. This couldn’t be real.
“Go back on the other side of the fence. Go away.”
“I won’t.”
“What is there to come back for? You’re gone. Mom just cries and sulks. The house is a tomb. Your ashes are right at home on the mantle.” I watched Old Jackson roll one last time and sink into the bayou. The waters grew red with his blood.
“Dad, I’m here because the Lord let me come. You can’t stay here. It’s not what I fought for and not what I died for.” Justin was so close to my ear. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“No! You’re not real. This is real. This bayou. This place. That fence.” I felt the tears fill my closed eyes. Justin put his hands on my arms. His grip was strong. Powerful. Like the last time I had taken his hand in mine. Like the last time I had . . .
“You were angry with me when I left. You called me a coward.” He whispered.
“I know.” I sobbed. “I was wrong. You are brave. You are not a coward.”
“I died for what I believed in, Dad. I chose to go. You have to accept that. I was a man. Now, I’m far more than that. You still have a lot of living to do. You still have Ceilly and Robert. They need their mom and dad. You need to come back. Please, Dad. Come back!” His grip loosened and I fell backward in the sudden release expecting to feel the hard earth and I felt, instead, the loops of fishing line all around me, closing down my arms and my legs and I couldn’t breath and I saw Old Jackson’s eyes flash in the sunlight white and dead as he rolled and rolled and I fought the pain and the grief and the loss and the fishing line until it broke in shuddering relief and I was free.
I sat up and opened my eyes. My wife looked up from her book, her figure slumped in the chair and she gasped. She hurried over to my hospital bed and touched my face.
“Welcome back, honey.”
Who is Jonathan Steel?
I ran across this blog post and he said I could post it. He doesn’t want anyone to know the main site, yet. He’s a bit skittish but I thought I would put at least his first post up so you can read it. Here it is:
My psychiatrist once told me to write down my thoughts. I miss her.
My thoughts aren’t exactly the kind of things I like to talk about. They scare me. I think they would scare you. I’m here at the beach house. It’s mine, now, not that I wanted it to begin with. But, a promise is a promise. I always keep my promises. At least, I think I do. My memories only go back a couple of years.
I’ve been searching for months now. I’ve had a few close calls. Almost seemed like it, he would be there. But, the evil I’ve encountered was from something else. The one I’m looking for just seems to be eluding me. As if he knows I’m after him. As if IT knows I’m after it. What do you call it? A he? An it? Not sure. Doesn’t matter. I know the number, that is all I have to go on. And, I know the sign, the symbol. It will screw up sooner or later and leave the symbol behind. Then, I’ll know it was there. Then, I’ll have a trail to follow.
And, when I find it, I will destroy it!
Bruce Hennigan 
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