Book Spotlight : “You Are Not a Planet and Other Stories” by author Sean Manseau

Today's spotlight is on author Sean Manseau's exceptional and thrilling book "You are not a Planet and other stories", which is already making its successful presence in the world of Young Adult, Science Fiction and Fantasy genres. 

From the author's desk : My Ebook You are Not a Planet and Other Stories is Free today Nov 22 - Nov 23 on the occasion of Thanksgiving. Download this Free Ebook as well as gift your loved ones from the Amazon store by clicking on this link.

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Book Spotlight

Ebook : YOU ARE NOT A PLANET and Other Stories

Genre : Science Fiction, Young Adult, Thriller, Short Stories

Author : Sean Manseau

Amazon Store :  http://www.amazon.com/You-Planet-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B009HTGIGA  

Reviews : Multiple 5stars 

Blurb : SHUDDER... as Tom, magical creature and budding romance novelist, must battle to save the life of the man he hates most from elder god The One Who Laughs!

THRILL... to the adventures of young Prince Cazimir as he fights to save his nanny, Boris the Ice Bat, from becoming a breakfast for anarchists in "Kidnapped! By Cossacks!" 

WONDER... as the planet-eating Spacelord gambles everything in a desperate attempt to regain a lost love!

GASP... when you turn the book's final page and learn the fate of super-powered, super-heartbroken Planet Steve...and the rest of humanity as well. 

Excerpt from You are not a Planet and Other Stories 

My Dear Veronica,

Because I am one of the world’s best-selling romance novelists, I get a lot of mail. Perfumed flattery, most of it. Lonely women send me fan letters or marriage proposals accompanied by risqué self-portraits. Occasionally the post delivers something disturbing, such as the box of homemade, blood-filled chocolates once gifted me by an especially ardent admirer. In any event, I reply only with an autographed headshot. I sign them, May the arrows of Eros find their mark for you. Bonne chance, Tom Rimbaud.

However, your note, and the difficult circumstances you describe, touched me. To wit: your husband has promised violent retribution should you continue “wasting time” pursuing your literary ambitions. Veronica, I am writing to tell you, you are not alone. I too know what it’s like to have dreams threatened by a tyrant. And so I’ve decided to share with you the story of my escape, in the hope it will inspire your own.

Would it shock you to learn that I, two-time finalist for the Romance Novelists’ Association’s Writer of the Year award, the author of The Indiscreet Infanta, The Sweetest Taboo, and The Ghost Who Warms My Bed, have been accomplice to many acts of rape, mutilation, and ritual murder? I’m afraid it’s true. If I were a man, my soul would be surely be destined for Hell. But I am not a man. The Cro-Magnon in rimless spectacles from my author portrait?  A model my literary agent met on Fire Island. Not me at all. Not even the same species.

No, a tulpa, the Tibetans would call me: a thought made concrete, a manifested fantasy. I am an unnatural creature imagined into being by a man named Charles Kraft. A master of the blackest magickal arts, Kraft conjured me to be his private joke, his butler, his scapegoat and patsy. But mostly I was created because he needed someone to curate his books.

Sitting atop a Queen Anne house on San Francisco's Fell St., our attic apartment was crammed front-to-back, floor-to-ceiling with Kraft’s library. Books were stacked on every countertop, spilled from the unused oven, and moldered in the bathroom’s clawfoot bathtub. Ancient and crumbling, stained and sticky, the volumes numbered in the tens of thousands, so many the old man had forgotten half of what he owned. Would that I could forget now! What compendiums of horror I catalogued and cross-referenced, what atlases of the unspeakable. They had titles the sensible are afraid to repeat above a whisper: the Daemonolatreia, the Malleus Maleficarum, the Unausprechlichen Kulten. Veronica, I must confess that even decades later and a thousand miles away, typing those words makes my scruff stand stiff.

These works Kraft had collected mostly by murder, murders I abetted by anticipating his every desire as he summoned infernal assassins to do his bidding. During sacrificial ceremonies I was always on hand with a hypodermic needle, or sharp knife, or cold beer, and always, the right book, open to just the instructions needed to corral a particularly unruly demon. Afterward I mopped the blood, swept up the viscera, and disposed of the bodies, so the old man could get back to watching his endless marathons of “Law and Order”. Yes, I was vital to his work, and for nearly thirty years I had served him gladly, without question. Until the day I first emerged from the fetid pleroma of the old man’s unconscious control to realize I had desires of my own…

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Featured EBook and Author: Augur of Armageddon by Spyder Collins

Featured Ebook: Augur of Armageddon
Author :  Spyder Collins, Author Profile  http://www.razorthinstudios.com/spyder-collins.html
Genre : Horror
Ebook link: http://www.amazon.com/Augur-Armageddon-Spyder-Collins/dp/146997679X/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1336838529&sr=8-6


ISBN-13: 978-1469976792 and ISBN-10: 146997679X both digital and print

SYNOPSIS : 

Kindra is a young woman who was realizing her dreams, she had purchased her first home and had solidified herself as a elementary school teacher. She lived in a modest two bedroom home not far from her place of employment in a suburb of Denver, Colorado. She was not particularly religious, though she did believe in God but what little Faith she did have would be shaken to its core in the events that were about to unfold.

The End of Days is a story retold for generations. No one really knows how the events will unfold do they? Certainly, you can rest your beliefs on the Bible or that of the scientific minds, neither of which can be definitive until the events of the Apocalypse unfold.

Kindra’s version of the End of Days lends itself to the coming of Christ and the events that may unfold after his ultimate departure. The thousand years of peace or is there something more sinister brewing? Only one
person can know these events for sure, Kindra. The events of the End of Days revolve around the ‘chosen’ elementary school teacher from Colorado.

“I woke the next morning near dawn. It was normally my favorite time of the day, just before the sun pushed the blanket of darkness over the horizon. It was the quietest time; the air was always crisp. My dad used
to say that it was best to be the first to breathe the morning air. I was a firm believer. Every morning I sat in my robe on my porch with a cup of coffee. I loved Colorado and all it had to offer.

Now it was the dawning of the hideous visions that the light revealed morning after morning. The night, as cold and lonely as it was, hid many of the undesirable sights that the modest light of day exhibited. The
sights of the dead forever etched my memory. The daylight, although bleak, brought those sights to mind. I stepped out into the park; I don’t remember why. I’d have rather curled up in my space and never emerged
again.”

Face her fears:

The demons stood in a pack near the entrance of the community. A growl strewed through them like a rumor in a schoolhouse of young girls. The clamor was frightening, their numbers intimidating. The reality of the
numbers struck a fear in me that I would have to face or die. I lay waiting for my moment to strike down the demon invaders. If my flesh could crawl, it would have fled without me long ago.

Test her faith:

“There I stood, Father, weapon in hand, facing down the angels of Hades. Where was God, then? Certainly not with me that day, certainly not there to care for His child who worshipped him so dearly.”

Kindra stood in front of Father Bailey, her eyes ablaze. He sat quietly, shocked by her outburst. Kindra smiled a guileful grin.

“Where was God? Indeed.”

Live it all through the eyes of Kindra and come to understand the ultimate fate of mankind in Augur of Armageddon.