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When We Remembered Everything: A Child’s Understanding of Alzheimer’s Disease by A.B. Reckas

The Garden is a place of pure wonder. It’s where fairies rock their babies to sleep in rosebud cradles and gnomes carry mail to and from the Apple Tree—the hub of all great things, the giver of apple pies. It’s also where Princess Alison can retreat from the outside world that is always in a hurry and wants her to talk louder and say the right thing and be something she’s not.

Here in the magical Garden, she finds comfort while struggling with severe anxiety when her single mother is away at work. Before she leaves for the day, Mommy puts hugs into Alison’s blankie—hugs that she can use later if she’s feeling lonely. But what if one day the hugs run out and Mommy doesn’t come back? Always, she harbors a fear that Mommy will die—a fear she doesn’t talk about often because it makes the grownups ask too many questions.

There is only one true comfort: the Queen of the Fairies (who also answers to Grandma). She is the keeper of all magic and Alison’s light of safety. She chases the scary creatures of the Garden back into the shadows and never scolds the little princess for being shy or anxious. Instead, the Queen breathes power into her being with art and stories. One of their favorite pastimes is to take a treat from the jar and a pile of books, and then read until the hard candy and the hurt are gone and the pages of Little Red Riding Hood seem to taste of butterscotch. She teaches Alison to love herself and find strength in honoring exactly who she is—a daughter of Greece and Scotland with magic woven into her soul.

But something strange is happening in the Garden. The Queen is forgetting things that only just happened and struggles to paint the way she used to. She’s the greatest artist Alison has ever known. Why do her paintings look all wrong? When she peers into the Garden, Alison can now see the witch stepping boldly into the sunlight surrounded by her wolves with bloodlust in their gleaming eyes.

The witch has grown tired of hiding. She’s going to get her revenge on the little princess she always hated. Day by day, she fills the Queen’s mind with darkness. The witch is carrying out her evil plan in the worst way possible: destroying the Queen of the Fairies piece by piece.

The fairies flee as the walls of their magical Garden crumble, and the world becomes windswept and gray. The ones who have managed to stay don’t even recognize the princess anymore. And then a day comes when the Queen herself can’t remember Alison’s name.

It’s like she’s no one. Like she never existed.

As the final wall falls, Alison must learn how to keep the light of safety lit for everyone in her kingdom, while honoring a great Queen who can no longer hold the torch.

In a story that will appeal to “Bridge to Terabithia” fans, “When We Remembered Everything” is a child’s perspective of losing a loved one to Alzheimer’s disease and the journey to reclaiming memories of being loved beyond measure.

Even after being forgotten.

Download When We Remembered Everything while it’s free on Amazon November 30th – December 1st.

The Tools of the Ghost: An Urban Fantasy Novel – Book One: In the Path of the Ghost by Hemant Nayak

A #1 New Release in its first week. From award-winning author Hemant Nayak comes “A thrilling and utterly original fantasy.” -George Jreije Author of Shad Hadid and the Alchemists of Alexandria – HarperCollins 

Eleven children have been kidnapped by a monster no one can stop, and everyone is telling FBI special agent Kiran Patel she should have stayed behind a desk. Even her mother wants her to quit and go back to grad school. Her hope of living up to her father’s dreams for her and becoming the next Sherlock Holmes looks like a long shot at best.

When Kiran’s partner is fatally wounded by something out of a nightmare, his strange tattoo transfers from his arm to hers. Her partner tells her that there’s no hope to crack this case by the usual means. He slips his amulet over her neck and tells her she must do what he was too afraid to do and summon the worst of supernatural creatures to aid her, a being called the Ghost, a dead soul who committed the only crime that can never be atoned for.

But there are rules. Don’t promise the Ghost anything and don’t ever take off the amulet or he’ll kill you. The Ghost doesn’t care about anything or anyone. And she’ll need two other people to form a trinity in order to control him.

Heaven rejected him. Hell feared him. His crime was the only one that God could never forgive, but when evil is too powerful for anyone to confront, there’s only one solution left—to summon the Ghost.
Now one unlikely FBI agent and a creature worse than the demons of Hell are the only chance left to find the children.
Kiran’s got to solve the crime before more kids disappear or her new partner does her in.

EXCERPT

Special Agent Kiran Patel slammed the phone down, then adjusted it to make sure it sat straight. That call had gone to shit fast. She sharpened two rather chewed-upon pencils and laid them perfectly parallel. Her long, thin fingers placed them gently like chess pieces on a board, just so, as if how the erasers lined up made a difference. Spartacus, the smelly beast of a dog sprawled across her kitchen floor, raised a huge black ear, and promptly resumed snoring.

All her life, Kiran had secretly hoped that straightening out the little things, placing them in lines, setting them in order, might help bring the chaos of the greater world into line as well. Like a magic spell, or voodoo doll, except with the intent of making things better instead of ruthlessly torturing someone. Of course, it hadn’t worked.

In her second year with the FBI, nothing had fallen into place and certainly not the case she was working on now. Still, none of the evidence of her failure stopped the habits. The workings of her mind and heart followed their own plans and were hard to persuade with logic alone.

The logical thing to do would be to stay home and follow orders. She should kick back, maintain a sense of personal detachment, and wait to see how things turned out. Instead, she put on a jacket and checked the clock. A quarter to nine. She had thirty minutes to get to an abandoned church on Fifth and Pine, the one place in Seattle where she’d been forbidden to go. She looked in the mirror and sighed at a hair out of place and a slight tear in the sleeve of her powder-blue jacket. A less-torn jacket would have been nice, but the dog had chewed up her coat and it was pouring.

The call from the Director of Criminal Investigations had been unambiguous.

“Don’t tell me I’m being unjust, Patel. Justice is a myth. How did you make it through Quantico? You’ve uncovered some leads, but you belong behind a desk. There’s no room for forgiveness here. You and Anatol keep the hell out of this.”

Belonged behind a desk? Kiran picked up one of the pencils and put it down before she started chewing. The Director was probably right. She wasn’t sure she’d want someone with her level of anxiety on this case either. Still, she had every right to be there when they brought the kids out. If she hadn’t found that church, they’d still be running in stupid circles. And by that she meant extremely tiny circles. True, Jefferson would glue her butt behind a desk if anyone found out, but she could go wherever the hell she wanted to if she was out for a stroll or shopping or doing whatever normal people did.

Before she left, she filled a bowl of water for the black shag beast she was dog-sitting for Anatol. The giant mutt thing was probably still digesting the coat she couldn’t afford to replace. He made the whole place smell like damp dog, which made her mother hate to visit, which was the real reason she let Spartacus stay. She kicked the LSAT prep book toward the beast, hoping it would be chewed to pulp as fast as the MCAT book. The sticky note on the book’s cover read “You can do it too, Cutie!” in her mother’s annoyingly perfect cursive.

She aimed a finger at Spartacus who actually raised his enormous head. “Eat any more clothes and you’re evicted. You’ll be on the curb with your squeaky toys, waiting for the pound. Imagine yourself, all hairy and tough, surrounded by pink unicorn squeakers. You’ll never live that down.”

Spartacus flopped on his side and sighed like a thunderstorm, which was the exact level of attention most people paid to her ultimatums. Her partner, Anatol, claimed his joints ached and he needed a break from walking Spartacus, but Kiran suspected he was tired of Spartacus never listening to a word anyone said.

Kiran locked the door twice before going back in to adjust the brass Ganesha on the mantlepiece and confirm she’d turned off the oven for the fourth time. She threw on a bright orange scarf to make it clear she was only a common citizen out for coffee and grabbed the steel-rimmed glasses she’d left on the table. She took the stairs. Elevators could get stuck, which reminded Kiran of being buried alive, which made her palms sweat. Her watch read nine. Fifteen minutes. Now, she had to run.

Download The Tools of the Ghost while it’s free on Amazon November 29th – 30th.

Muriel MacDougall and The Mad God by C. Kiefer

90 Days to Live: Beating Cancer When Modern Medicine Offers No Hope by Rodney Stamps & Paige Stamps

Why is this book so important? Because, as a reader, and possible cancer sufferer, you need to know that you CAN make a difference with your cancer. Nutritional and metabolic interventions are viable, and are forms of intervention that can be used alone or in conjunction with traditional treatments. Most importantly, there is plenty of good science behind these approaches.

Read this book. It will open your eyes to options you may be unaware of, and give you the power to actually do something about your cancer!

90 Days To Live will be free on Amazon November 28th – 29th.