I haven't updated in a little while because I've been too busy working on my novel. I put together a little summary and sample of it to send to publishers, I'm figuring I can get at least a 7 figure advance with action this hot!
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SLEEP ANGELS, SLEEP
by (pen name yet to be decided, probably the last name will be some kind of gun name like Glock or Uzi)
Don Andrews is a furniture store salesman and b-movie enthusiast who for years has been a strict atheist, but through a series of scary but ultimately uplifting near-death encounters, comes to believe in the existence of angels. Once he accepts that angels exist, he becomes more and more able to spot them, and one by one, he attempts to hunt them all down and kill them. This novel, based on real events, is an uplifting look into the way one man takes control of his destiny and doesn't just leave things up to fate. The novel takes a serious subject and deals with it evenly and with humour.
Sample:
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"You're not fooling me pal, I can see your wings" was the reply, "I know that you're an angel".
"I know. I could feel that you were what we angels call a 'seer', one who can recognize us" was the soft, almost harmonic reply, Jon's voice almost humming with joy.
"I bet you didn't feel this coming though!", and out came the Ruger Mini-14. With an 18 inch barrel, Don couldn't believe the angel hadn't spotted the rifle already, but that's what angels do, they yip and they yap, and they don't take any notice of what you're packing until it's too late and they're sitting in your crosshairs, looking confused. He took a minute to think about how pathetic angels were, but quickly got back to the business at hand and aimed.
He swore that this time he'd be solemn and quiet, but Don couldn't help screaming as he squeezed the trigger and took Jon down.
"EAT IT ANGEL. Eat it and die. EAT IT. EAT IT NOW!".
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1:37 a.m. - Nov. 23, 2004