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Life isn't easy when you're a library cat who was formerly a Cat Goddess out of Egypt.And then you're introduced to two young male time-travelling scientists by your friend who natively bends time herself, with the help of organic tesseracts that float around her.Of course their machine won't work - but then it does.And they are trapped in Ancient Egypt because they only went there to prove a point - and their machine was stolen meanwhile...So starts the Hermione series - the latest creations of S. H. Marpel in his mystery series, "Ghost Hunters".Now, this particular anthology doesn't only talk about Hermione's adventure. We also give Mysti a chance to explain how the Lazurai healing works. Oh, you may know the Lazurai from earlier books. But if you don't, check out the Notes at The Tao of Mysti's end. (Or get the earlier seven books in this anthology series...) Anthology containing: - Hermione- When Cats Ruled- A Case of Lost Time- Enemies & Bookends- The Tao of Mysti Excerpt: I'D BEEN CAUGHT IN a cross-fire. And just got saved from bleeding out.Now my shape-shifting was on hold until I healed. But I was stuck in human shape, having to re-learn the human experience.I don't know when I first appeared on Earth. Before recorded time somewhere. And for the last few centuries or so, I'd been happy as a library cat.But then I got bored, and started helping out with simple missions.Good thing they got to me in time on this one.Now I had to re-learn what it is to be human. Me, the cat-goddess.But I'd never be able to shift back to my native form without shooting pains up that arm - until I could understand human relationships - ones that always left the scholars of the ages mystified.Easy-peasy for a goddess. Maybe.- - - -THE FIREBALLS AND SHARP spinning discs were aimed right toward us as we arrived.Sent from rock-outcrops in the darkness beyond our glow-balls. An ambush.Sal and Jude's shields came up, but John had already gotten himself nicked. He was holding on to his other arm with his free hand, blood seeping between his fingers. We were pinned down.So I sent to Sal - "Let me out. I'll hold them while you get John to safety.""You sure?""We're sitting ducks otherwise."Sal nodded to me and to Jude.I leapt out and multiplied with alternate selves, borrowed from multiple time-lines. All of us tiger-sized now. And we each held the small groups in stasis. Something I could do indefinitely.Sal and Jude took John out of there. The attackers and my multiple me's were now all in a Mexican stand-off.Until their reinforcements came in.Then one of my other future selves went down with a bad slice and a lot of blood. I signaled the others to retreat and take her with them. Then shrunk down to my smallest cat size and bounced out of harm's way to a small rock outcropping that was out of their firing-sights. Mostly.It was just a nick, but I wasn't going to hold that blood in with my tiny paws. And any larger form that had regular hands would stick out enough to become a target.... Get Your Copy Now.
The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal exploits than ever before.This latest anthology of short story fiction by S. H. Marpel and various co-authors brings you new ideas to digest - all in the short periods of time you have available. Explore such ideas as:- When a digital ghost is deciding to become human, she seeks out a spirit-guide who knows more about sex than any human alive, because...- A shunned young woman sets out to find out about the real world and encounters its dangers as well as true friends who keep coming to her rescue (although she saves herself before they arrive...)- Where a shoemaker meets two spirit-guides and regains years of his life by teaching them his craft.- An old lover returns to haunt the man who she felt had condemned her to a wretched life as a castaway - and exact her revenge... Excerpt:It looked to be just another "red-neck" bar. And I was drinking tea. Not that anyone minded. This place had more customers coming for their barbecued tenderloin sandwiches than their draft beer or hard liquor.But the music, the atmosphere - that was pure Midwestern, traditional. Classic Western ballads in the jukebox. Broad shoulders on men, tight jeans on women. And smiles for everyone, but your hands are for your drink and your food. Lot's of self-respect around, which comes from respecting others first.American values, passed on and validated with each new generation. And places like this dotted most of America and were more common than any corporate-run diners or coffee-houses. Because they were an outgrowth of the community, they weren't there to "make a lot of money", although they did that, too.This wasn't one of my usual haunts as a mystery writer. But this also wasn't one of my usual mysteries to solve.I was relaxing at a table near the front. Waiting to meet someone - a certain someone who could help me with my problem. That situation was more than just an unresolved mystery. And if you know me, leaving some mystery unresolved in my life gets irritating. Like a single grain of sand inside a mussel's shell.The front door opened and I recognized that young woman standing tall in its frame. She took a single stride in and stood there. With her heeled boots, she looked a long glass poured full of pure femininity. Her Timberline boots slipped into the tight pant-legs of her black leather jeans, which went on up to described every curve and dimple of her smooth legs beneath, from her knees right up to her hips, and to the very limit of those jeans' low-cut waist.There, a thin band of ivory-white midriff took over before being itself covered by a snug, black and very defining knit v-top. An open black leather bolero jacket swept up from that midriff area to slide itself beneath a thick mane of wavy back hair. A cascade down her shoulders from its provocative part on one side of its crest.Underneath those long tresses were dark brows, dark eyes, and dark lips that completed a goth approach to stunning beauty.As she came up to my table, I could smell wild rose and lilac from her hair, on top of the leather scent.It was going to be one interesting afternoon... This anthology containing:One More For the Road by J. R. Kruze, S. H. MarpelAlmost Amy by S. H. MarpelShoemaker by S. H. MarpelThe Return of Walkaway Mary by S. H. MarpelScroll Up and Get Your Copy Now
The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before.This new anthology of short story fiction by S. H. Marpel and various co-authors brings you new ideas to digest - all in the short periods of time you have available. Explore such ideas as:- A young girl who could create whole universes to explore, yet had no idea what to do with such powers. So she bent time and space to visit an uncle and aunt who just might...- A phantom created out of electrons, who somehow learned to pass for human - but still knew something was missing within her heart.- When the walls finally closed, the dangers that threatened the city were now secured outside, but it's residents were now contained inside its walls forever. One young woman resisted - in order to meet her lover one last time...- Three genius grad students meet a real-life goddess older than the planet itself - and she tasks them with figuring out how to save their world in just two weeks. With nothing more than their minds. This anthology containing:The Girl Who Believed Tomorrow by J. R. KruzeCassie 2.0b by S. H. Marpel, J. R. KruzeRiot Wall by S. H. Marpel, R. L. SaundersIdylls of a Lazurai by S. H. Marpel, J. R. KruzeGet Your Copy Now.
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