I have a question.....
What would you do if you discovered your father wasn't human?
From MuseItUp Publishing, M.L Archer's first novel...
Available at MuseItUp Publishing Amazon and a list of other outlets...See museituppublishing.com!
The Calling of Mike Malone
From the reviews....
"...This book should be a movie!
Keeping his eyes riveted on his father, Mike crept
to his feet.
“Don’t you see, Mike, how easy it would be if I
wanted to kill you? Just a mere strike and then I
could rip you apart,” Ahiel moved toward Mike and
with every stride the amusement faded from his
“Why, I could shred you to pieces, burn you...” His
powerful hand shot out with
preternatural speed, clamped onto Mike’s mail coat
and yanked him forward until their faces were in
kissing distance. “I’m your father! I made you! It
is my right to destroy you if I so choose!”
“And God doesn’t have that same right?”
Ahiel shoved him backwards and pulled his sword
from its scabbard.“You and your God-talk,” Ahiel
snarled. “Looks like I’ll have to cut out that tongue!”
Mike felt his blood pump as he gripped his own
“Let’s dance, old man!”
And now...coming soon from MuseItUp Press
Danny Doc Dilly and the Dangerous Duck
Danny Doc Dilly is the youngest adviser to King Danny Jack, ruler of all the Tropic
Kingdom. But there is trouble in paradise, and it's fallen to Danny Doc Dilly
to make things right....Come read as the adventure begins...
Heart heavy, King Danny Jack Merriweather, knew he could no longer put off his dreadful announcement. In a castle that overlooked the Tropic Kingdom’s sparkling beaches, he cleared his throat and smoothed the gray hairs of his beard. He paced back and forth before the amphitheater filled with the scientists, philosophers, and engineers he’d summoned to his castle. All shared a love for their homeland with the same enthusiasm as they shared the same name. Even at this dark moment, his heart swelled with pride. Never a people worked together like the Danny’s of the Tropic Kingdom. Never. They would get through this.
“Ahem, ladies, gentlemen, quiet please.” The king paused, then spoke words difficult to believe, “The Trade Winds has been attacked and all but one of its crew members are missing.”
Shocked, the air buzzed with voices of concern until the king called them to order.
“Yes, enemies, cowards who will not face us, have all but ruined our trade.” He lifted his hand. “The news is alarming, but true. The Trade Winds, one of our largest vessels, was to deliver a huge shipment of the cocoa beans we use, but like many other ships we’ve anticipated this year, it never reached our shores. I feel the other missing cargo vessels also suffered the Trade Winds’ fate.”
He paused for a moment. “We are the greatest chocolate makers on the planet. But without cocoa beans arriving, the kingdom suffers. Admiral Danny Pit Striker and his men have been searching the outer waters for possible pirate activity. However, it was the Royal Inventor, Mr. Danny Doc Dilly, who made this frightening discovery. Mr. Dilly, please rise and tell this body what you found.”
Danny Doc Dilly stood. He noted the usual raised eyebrows from the more seasoned and far older advisers to the king. But he didn’t care. He pushed his round, wire-framed glasses up his nose with a single finger and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty. Yesterday morning I boarded my skiff, fully intending to row out to the outer island parcels, Pedal Pip Landing in particular. However, I was met by the water dragoness, Hephzibah, and she told me of a ship she found anchored far outside of our bay. I asked her to take me to it; she towed my boat out of the bay where we found the Trade Winds.”
Gasps from the members filled the air.
Professor Danny Mix Nadley blurted, “My word! Captain Kreeg’s own vessel!”
Hearing the professor, Doc Dilly nodded and said, “Indeed. The boat was quite a distance from the main shipping lanes, due south rather than to the east. Little wonder it went unnoticed. I suspect the fog from a few nights ago threw them off course and Captain Kreeg, being a sensible man, dropped anchor and waited for it to lift. However, the main mast had been snapped in two and several ropes dangled down the sides. I tied my skiff to one of them, then climbed up and boarded her. I saw no sign of bloodshed. Aside from the mast, there were huge scratches and gouge marks in several places on the ship’s deck and on the door of the captain’s quarters.”
Knowing his next words would be even more shocking, Danny Doc Dilly took a deep breath. “The entire crew had vanished except one survivor, who laid at the bottom of the galley. First mate, Emmaeus Splinter. The poor man remains at our healing center, where the doctors have deemed him too terrified to speak. The ship’s cargo list indicated they indeed carried a huge shipment of cocoa beans; however, not a single bean remained aboard ship.”
“Thank you, Mr. Dilly,” the king said.
Danny Doc gave a slight bow and took a seat.
“Mr. Dilly had the water dragon haul the ship to the pier near the castle instead of the main dock, in order to avoid a panic,” said the king. “But we can’t hide this terrible news from the villagers for long.” The king shook his head. “I saw the Trade Winds myself. Good men have been taken, gone. I don’t know if they drowned, or if a fate worse than that occurred.
The king resumed his pacing, allowing his listeners time to absorb his words. When he spoke again, his words became a warning as ominous as a darkening cloud.
“I now charge this body with the task of discovering out who or what is destroying our trade, and what has become of the men and vessels of our cocoa fleet! By stopping our cocoa deliveries, the kingdom’s economy is being destroyed. Why are they doing this? What do they want with our cocoa? If you cannot in answering these questions, I fear the Tropic Kingdom will be a ghost haunt before year’s end. You have much to do. I suggest you get to it!” Turning, he left the dias, and exited the room.
The gathered peoples stared at each other in shock for a moment, then a tumultuous roar filled the hall. Mr. Danny Kik File, the king’s accountant stood. Drawing a quill pen from his pocket and holding up his ever-present notebook, he shouted, “Ahem. Please. Please come to order.”
As the leaders fell silent, Mr. File proclaimed, “This business calls for both urgency and order, ladies and gentlemen. May I offer up my skills as a top-notch organizer to lead us into--”
“What?” Admiral Danny Pit Striker interrupted as he leapt to his feet. “A mere clerk cannot solve such a dilemma. This is a military problem.”
Danny Doc rubbed a temple and sighed as the council chamber erupted again, small groups of men engaging in pointless arguments. No, no, no. Not the bickering again. He slipped out of the door, hurrying down the path outside the castle.
An autumn breeze met him and played with his yellow hair as he headed toward the seashore. “Quibbling button counters,” he grumbled. “About as helpful as a leaky boat.” Then, as so often happened when he walked this seaside path, he spied a familiar shape racing toward him through the water.
As long as a sailing vessel, and almost as heavy, it was a creature that could freeze the heart of anyone who didn’t know better. A great triangular head reared out of the water. Graceful, the long neck arched toward him like a sea green rainbow, her head bobbing before him. Hephzibah, the sea dragon, had stopped to say hello.
“Mister Dilly, how are you?” she hissed.
He reached out and patted her head. “Frustrated, my dear. Quite frustrated.”
“Ah, the cocoa thief has not been found?”
“No, and what do you think the majority of the king’s advisors have done to find the culprit? Nothing. That’s what.”
“If it were me, I would sniff every suspicious soul for scents of your chocolate.” She wrinkled her nose. “You should find it fast. Chocolate stinks!”.......