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Monday, January 7, 2013

Special Spotlight : Yardrof by author Gion B. Tahunka

Dear readers,

Today blog Wonderworld is most privileged to present an intriguing and coming of age science fiction novel titled YARDROF written by the exceptionally talented author Gion B. Tahunka. Please enjoy your visit through this spotlight that will highlight the synopsis and chapter excerpts of YARDROF, its purchase links and the author's bio.


 BOOK DETAILS


Title: Yardrof

Genre : Science Fiction, Young Adult, Adventure 


Author: Gion B. Tahunka


                                   YARDROF at Barnes and Noble Nook Stores 

                                   YARDROF at Google Play Bookstore 


ISBN: 9781456606305


Word count: (rounded) 51,000


Format: EBook (digital); ePUB, MOBI

FROM THE AUTHOR

The author has made available a partial sum of his book Yardrof, in allowing readers to get a glimpse of his science fiction work.  As his providing he has produced a free to share and download version of his eBook Yardrof. 

If preferred, do read the free version of Yardrof.  As it is free to download. YARDROF_Chapter-One_FREE can be downloaded in access with the following link: http://www.freehostina.com/wqst4eb9u7kc.html


Set in the town of Yardrof, the story takes the reader to the future along with some visits to the past, but then suddenly breaks away from those now familiar bonds by his captivation to someplace so very far away, and yet--so near as to then be brought back again, within the reader experience to join the partaken in some new Earthly insights imagined by the author. Yardrof is the author's first novel.



SYNOPSIS


   Randall Kazamp is a boy who, despite their set limitations, always plays by or within the rules--even though he oddly winds up as the occurrence that has the rules to be broken by the establishment of an on-course heading that's all the way back to an open door that somehow has wound up with a big new discovery inside. But to no one's big surprise it is very old.  And Randall is led away to unwind alone, but he oddly discovers his mind that's on course to being a man's.



    But still joined, when it comes right down to it, the known universe is equally as big or mysterious or capable as any act occurring in it, as they go clasp in clasp would likely be the guess or so it would seem--while on their way.  But Randall Kazamp, at his age in this story hasn't even completely developed a guess--as he is still a boy. Randall, though, is different than any other boy; but, yet, he is quite the same--and just like the Universe, they specifically are all growing-up, which is also the theme of the book Yardrof--with its rounded 51,000 words.



   The science fiction story takes place in the town of Yardrof, within an environment setting of the first quarter of the twenty-second century.



   From the Kazamp backyard, where Randall Kazamp helps his father, Peter Kazamp--a scientist, tend his goldenrain trees, to Randall's help as 'the breaking molds' by his entrance into a rather hushed radar telescope site located in his hometown, and then off in scope to a parallel world that Randall helps bring into focus in one apparent mode that results with an official glimpse--might all be described as strange in this story.  But following his helpful acts, Randall strangely, though naturally his best, helpfully helps himself to his very own.



   So, do grab hold, while reading Yardrof, in readiness for a text-tract roller coaster ride given a chain of events lain both before and after some apparent given facts.  Still, conclusively though, amounts to nothing more than growing-up. Yet, in pertinence to lively, commonly extraordinarily does so--in one way or another anyhow.  Just the same, in the story Yardrof, Randall Kazamp is ordinary with respect to growing up, as he is a boy; but he makes an Earthly-unearthly discovery which leads to his further development in being just one among other events visited in the story by the reader.  In the book Yardrof, the stage and the scenario have been setup and arranged, it's up to the reader from that point onward.  It's science fiction, but at least something's left.


YARDROF [ Excerpt ] - Chapter 2

   That's what Randall let pass as his thoughts on his thirteenth birthday, a virtual shelf of memories containing an accessible reminder of his twelfth birthday, and any puppetry held by him within the frame was his only entertainment. Well, Randall's thirteenth birthday was yesterday, and that's where he has to leave it. 

Today is another day; it is still early, and Randall is headed in the direction of downstairs to get some breakfast before his father takes him out shopping. But first he wants to check in on his father to see if he's up and about yet. After Randall had checked throughout the house in unsuccessfully locating Mr. Kazamp, he eventually finds him out in the backyard near some of his goldenrain trees, as he catches glimpses of Mr. Kazamp out of the side-door of the kitchen while getting himself some breakfast. 

Mr. Kazamp had promised to take Randall shopping today, since he didn't get him anything for his thirteenth birthday yesterday. With the weekend arriving the day after Randall's birthday, Mr. Kazamp had decided this year to just wait with the birthday present gift--and take Randall shopping on this Saturday instead. Randall being the mature lad that he is, wouldn't have minded at all if his father had just skipped all of the birthday with gift hoopla.

Peter Kazamp has been in the habit of babying Randall just a bit, and that's mostly because of a mother who is missing in Randall's life. Mr. Kazamp kind of over does it in that aspect of parenting though, in an attempt to try not to leave anything avoidably out that would deny Randall a full life.

 
AUTHOR BIO

   Gion B. Tahunka is a poet and writer who is infatuated with the arts, life with art, and the art that continuously joins life through and by way of the creatures that produce it, enhance it--if it be so, or just keep it going.  The author has a certificate of preliminary education along with his interest in computers and science related research as well.



   The author has been storytelling since he was a child some decades ago.  But when he did read the accessible author titles at the public library, as during those early years of his and while he was a child, the mystery-titles were always his favorite.  Though, he would have to discretely move closer but not completely over into the adult section to satisfy that urge.  As even back then--decades ago, adult books could not be checked out by children.  But he did manage to find some mystery novels, there at the public library, that were close, but not quite adult--and as those which could be checked out by anyone his age as well.  Ever forward though, the librarian was always watching, and he always wanted to avoid having to make acknowledgment of that supervision, in answering that he wasn't taking those steps of his clear over into the adult section.  As that's why he was always so discreet on his paths toward no clarifications having to be made--but as his silent reward instead.  Though space, and those regularly scheduled frontiers, had regularly come to shed tears by him.  But the author hasn't been situated to afford any entertainment such as that, any given moment, in recent times.  Because the author now has a space oriented science fiction book of his own to realistically cry about, and independently at that.  Now that's science fiction.



   Author written is Yardrof, and some parts of it might be surmised as being in a writing style that perhaps was rediscovered after being towed out from under an old forgotten world, but then promoted out-front of a narrator that braves in the likeness of an unlikely humorous guide while guiding the reader through this rather dark tale--and while being a caretaker of a lantern, and to extensions at times during its poetic sway that also had flickered while being the negotiator on read paths.  Yardrof is a bit dark in nature, and even spiritual in the sense of right and wrong--though self-direction was not written all the way down to null in the outcome text.


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

New Year Bonanza - Award Winning novel "Predation" by author SJ Parkinson - Free Download

Dear friends visiting blog Wonderworld,

Blog Wonderworld wishes everybody a happy, joyous, blessed and a most prosperous new year!

On the eve of the beginning of this new year, blog Wonderworld presents you with a special spotlight of an exceptional award winning science fiction novel that will be available for a FREE DOWNLOAD for everyone from Amazon stores from Jan 3- Jan 5, 2013. 

This novel has received 25 diverse reviews so far, of which 13x5 stars, 6x4stars. A fast paced "edge of the seat" read with thrills and action throughout the novel.
 
FREE DOWNLOAD Amazon book page link-Click here




 
Author S J Parkinson
                                                                                Predation - Amazon book page

       
Today's Spotlight is on Author S J PARKINSON and his Award Winning Science Fiction Novel PREDATION

From the Author's Desk : Predation is a fast paced sci-fi action thriller that has captured imaginations world-wide. It will be free on Amazon January 3 - 5, 2013 through KDP Select and I invite you to download a free copy


Awards:  Predation is the first science fiction novel to be unanimously voted "Outstanding in Genre" by Red Adept Select

 
Twitter: @SJ_Parkinson
 
 

Book name: Predation
 
Genre: Science Fiction,Thriller, Action
 
ISBN: (Kindle) - 978-0-9857899-3-0  (Paperback) - 978-0-9857899-5-4 
 
Amazon Link: Free Download on Jan 3-Jan 5, 2013 - http://www.amazon.com/Predation-ebook/dp/B008TSMMPG

Synopsis: Two hundred years in the future, human beings have traveled to the stars, settled colonies on fifty worlds, and finally discovered intelligent life: the Drakk'Har—large, cold-blooded reptilian creatures who see human beings not as equals, but as food. War was unavoidable. Ill-prepared for the sudden and vicious conflict, humanity finds itself on the losing side.

After three years of retreating from the onslaught to gain time, humanity has dug in its heels, built up their forces, and begun to fight back. When intelligence identifies the distant Mindon star system as a source of Drakk’Har warships, a major engagement begins. Star Command Fleet Nine strikes the first blow in a new offensive campaign.

During combat operations on Mindon-2, the plan goes horribly wrong. Casualties mount on both sides. The men and women on the raid find themselves in a merciless crucible that threatens to change them forever. The Drakk'Har know victory can only come by overwhelming the humans with savage brutality.
 
 
Predation – Sample excerpt
Staff Sergeant Julio Mendez of the 121st Special Forces Detachment lay in his hillside listening post in total silence. His CKP-12 automatic rifle lay cradled on the narrow berm of earth before him. The CKP-12 was standard issue to all Special Forces troops. The rifle was designed to operate in all environments, including total vacuum and even underwater to a limited degree. Mendez thought about that as he lay there. From the amount of rain that had fallen, the weapon may as well have been underwater. The falling moisture had been continuous for three days and had varied from drizzle to downpour in unpredictable swings. 
 
Mendez ignored the cold dampness that was his constant companion. The shallow camouflaged position he occupied had been constructed six days previously by his section. Since then, it had been manned continuously. Three listening posts surrounded a Special Forces base camp sited in a minor depression on top of a densely overgrown hill. The hill was designated as number 237—its height in meters. 
 
Hill 237 overlooked two strategic river junctions, one to the northeast, and the other to the west. Mendez could see neither of those junctions from his location. However, his position was the most important of the three. A crude, sprawling town lay two kilometers away across a narrow river bordered by dense swamp on both sides. The town itself was half in the swamp, resulting in algae-infested water being present throughout many of the streets. This didn’t seem to upset the occupants, who moved through the water with ease. 
 
The homes of the town occupants looked like hollowed-out trees. They were stubby, without leaves, and covered by thick lichen and fungus. All of the structures appeared identical in shape, but each was a slightly different size. Mendez estimated the town population to be approximately eight thousand.
 
A short distance beyond the town lay a sprawling complex of one-story structures. They were arranged around several hundred immense constructions of various sizes. Details were impossible to discern, as the constructs were liberally covered with a thick, fuzzy, green and brown growth. Mendez used the word “constructions” because he was sure that they were not natural. Yet, he had never seen any of the complexes' workers add anything to them. 
 
Several tunnel entrances lay at the edge of the town. They appeared to head under several of the largest constructions. Mendez had seen many creatures from the town report to these tunnels on a regular schedule. He deduced over time that the occupants worked beneath them on regular shifts.
 
The complex and surrounding area had been the focus of his special forces team for almost a week. They were ordered to observe and make note of any patrols, construction facilities, defenses, or unusual activity in this area, along with any traffic on the river below.
 
Mendez’s view of the town improved as the rain finally stopped. With the most subtle of movements, the soldier slowly placed the town in the center of his rifle scope and selected full magnification. Few town occupants were visible, as their green color matched the surrounding foliage perfectly. Earth scientists classified the creatures as reptilian. Few live specimens had been collected because of their ferocity. Mendez had been told they called themselves Drakk'Har. 
 
After three years of fighting them, the humans had built up basic knowledge about their history. An adaptive and cunning race, the Drakk'Har were capable of interstellar travel. Over seven hundred years, the Drakk'Har had conquered seventy-three worlds. The inhabitants of the conquered worlds were placed in one of two categories—for consumption or eradication. Those marked for consumption were shipped back to Drakk'Har colonies. They selected the healthiest of each species for breeding purposes to ensure future food stock. Any determined to be unsuitable for breeding were exterminated. Drakk'Har were cold-blooded, both physically and emotionally.   
 
Mendez watched one of the Drakk'Har as it left its home and moved toward one of the tunnel entrances near the complex. The creature walked on its thick hind legs, propelling itself in a slow, upright waddle. Mendez knew that the slow walk was deceptive. On all fours, an adult could sprint up to thirty kilometers an hour for very short distances. They were all excellent swimmers and spent a good portion of their time in water. Although they were air breathers, they could remain under water for periods of up to half an hour. More precisely, thirty minutes was the longest anyone had ever observed them underwater. No one really knew the creatures’ limits.  
 
His observations were interrupted when the tactical contact lens he wore in his right eye flashed red three times. Something had just crushed several nanosensors that had been spread on the adjacent trails. He knew that “something” weighed more than twenty kilos, as that was the minimum weight required to set them off. A loud rustling sound to his left confirmed that, and he focused his attention on that area. Only his eyes moved. The noise was too regular and consistent; something large was moving through the thick vegetation. Then he heard a branch snap. Mendez knew it could not be his troops making the noise. His people would approach only from the rear after tugging twice on a piece of staked commo wire to announce their presence. Moving nothing but his jaw, Mendez keyed the COMM switch between his teeth twice. He paused and then keyed it five more times. The signal traveled down the commo wire toward the camp behind him. 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Spotlight : Award Winning novel Predation by SJ Parkinson


Today's Spotlight is on Author S J PARKINSON and his Award Winning Science Fiction Novel PREDATION

From the Author's Desk :  Predation will be free on Amazon October 4 - 5, 2012 through KDP Select and I invite you to download a free copy by clicking here.

Awards:  Predation is the first science fiction novel to be unanomously voted "Outstanding in Genre" by Red Adept Select. http://redadeptselect.com


Twitter: @SJ_Parkinson

Book name: Predation
Genre: Science Fiction
ISBN: (Kindle) - 978-0-9857899-3-0  (Paperback) - 978-0-9857899-5-4
Amazon Link: Free Download on Oct 4-Oct 5 , 2012


Synopsis: Two hundred years in the future, human beings have traveled to the stars, settled colonies on fifty worlds, and finally discovered intelligent life: the Drakk'Har—large, cold-blooded reptilian creatures who see human beings not as equals, but as food. War was unavoidable. Ill-prepared for the sudden and vicious conflict, humanity finds itself on the losing side.

After three years of retreating from the onslaught to gain time, humanity has dug in its heels, built up their forces, and begun to fight back. When intelligence identifies the distant Mindon star system as a source of Drakk’Har warships, a major engagement begins. Star Command Fleet Nine strikes the first blow in a new offensive campaign.

During combat operations on Mindon-2, the plan goes horribly wrong. Casualties mount on both sides. The men and women on the raid find themselves in a merciless crucible that threatens to change them forever. The Drakk'Har know victory can only come by overwhelming the humans with savage brutality.

Predation – Sample excerpt

Staff Sergeant Julio Mendez of the 121st Special Forces Detachment lay in his hillside listening post in total silence. His CKP-12 automatic rifle lay cradled on the narrow berm of earth before him. The CKP-12 was standard issue to all Special Forces troops. The rifle was designed to operate in all environments, including total vacuum and even underwater to a limited degree. Mendez thought about that as he lay there. From the amount of rain that had fallen, the weapon may as well have been underwater. The falling moisture had been continuous for three days and had varied from drizzle to downpour in unpredictable swings. 
Mendez ignored the cold dampness that was his constant companion. The shallow camouflaged position he occupied had been constructed six days previously by his section. Since then, it had been manned continuously. Three listening posts surrounded a Special Forces base camp sited in a minor depression on top of a densely overgrown hill. The hill was designated as number 237—its height in meters.
Hill 237 overlooked two strategic river junctions, one to the northeast, and the other to the west. Mendez could see neither of those junctions from his location. However, his position was the most important of the three. A crude, sprawling town lay two kilometers away across a narrow river bordered by dense swamp on both sides. The town itself was half in the swamp, resulting in algae-infested water being present throughout many of the streets. This didn’t seem to upset the occupants, who moved through the water with ease.
The homes of the town occupants looked like hollowed-out trees. They were stubby, without leaves, and covered by thick lichen and fungus. All of the structures appeared identical in shape, but each was a slightly different size. Mendez estimated the town population to be approximately eight thousand.
A short distance beyond the town lay a sprawling complex of one-story structures. They were arranged around several hundred immense constructions of various sizes. Details were impossible to discern, as the constructs were liberally covered with a thick, fuzzy, green and brown growth. Mendez used the word “constructions” because he was sure that they were not natural. Yet, he had never seen any of the complexes' workers add anything to them.
Several tunnel entrances lay at the edge of the town. They appeared to head under several of the largest constructions. Mendez had seen many creatures from the town report to these tunnels on a regular schedule. He deduced over time that the occupants worked beneath them on regular shifts.
The complex and surrounding area had been the focus of his special forces team for almost a week. They were ordered to observe and make note of any patrols, construction facilities, defenses, or unusual activity in this area, along with any traffic on the river below.
Mendez’s view of the town improved as the rain finally stopped. With the most subtle of movements, the soldier slowly placed the town in the center of his rifle scope and selected full magnification. Few town occupants were visible, as their green color matched the surrounding foliage perfectly. Earth scientists classified the creatures as reptilian. Few live specimens had been collected because of their ferocity. Mendez had been told they called themselves Drakk'Har.
After three years of fighting them, the humans had built up basic knowledge about their history. An adaptive and cunning race, the Drakk'Har were capable of interstellar travel. Over seven hundred years, the Drakk'Har had conquered seventy-three worlds. The inhabitants of the conquered worlds were placed in one of two categories—for consumption or eradication. Those marked for consumption were shipped back to Drakk'Har colonies. They selected the healthiest of each species for breeding purposes to ensure future food stock. Any determined to be unsuitable for breeding were exterminated. Drakk'Har were cold-blooded, both physically and emotionally.  
Mendez watched one of the Drakk'Har as it left its home and moved toward one of the tunnel entrances near the complex. The creature walked on its thick hind legs, propelling itself in a slow, upright waddle. Mendez knew that the slow walk was deceptive. On all fours, an adult could sprint up to thirty kilometers an hour for very short distances. They were all excellent swimmers and spent a good portion of their time in water. Although they were air breathers, they could remain under water for periods of up to half an hour. More precisely, thirty minutes was the longest anyone had ever observed them underwater. No one really knew the creatures’ limits. 
His observations were interrupted when the tactical contact lens he wore in his right eye flashed red three times. Something had just crushed several nanosensors that had been spread on the adjacent trails. He knew that “something” weighed more than twenty kilos, as that was the minimum weight required to set them off. A loud rustling sound to his left confirmed that, and he focused his attention on that area. Only his eyes moved. The noise was too regular and consistent; something large was moving through the thick vegetation. Then he heard a branch snap. Mendez knew it could not be his troops making the noise. His people would approach only from the rear after tugging twice on a piece of staked commo wire to announce their presence. Moving nothing but his jaw, Mendez keyed the COMM switch between his teeth twice. He paused and then keyed it five more times. The signal traveled down the commo wire toward the camp behind him. 


Author Bio:  Mr. Parkinson was an Air Force avionics technician, a decorated veteran of the Persian Gulf War and several United Nations peacekeeping missions. He has lived overseas in numerous countries and travels extensively. He has written a newspaper column on computers and been published in several magazines.

Author webpage:  http://sjparkinson.com/

Awards:  Predation is the first science fiction novel to be unanomously voted "Outstanding in Genre" by Red Adept Select. http://redadeptselect.com

Info:  All of my novels, regardless of genre, are based on a solid story. I do not use profanity, extreme violence or sex as I feel the characters and their interactions should be the focus of any tale. Predation was composed over several years and is my contribution back to a genre that inspired me throughout my life. Predation will be free on Amazon October 4 - 5, 2012 through KDP Select and I invite you to download a free copy.
I hope you enjoy Predation and my other novels. Thank you for your interest and support.


                                     

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