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The incredible story of Julia Hancock. A girl who loved two men--one as her husband, the other like a brother--and those men were Lewis & Clark.
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2000 years ago, his enemies wrote his story. Isn't it time we heard it from him?

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SECOND IN COMMAND: mybook.to/FQ9CeKf
SOLDIER OF FATE: mybook.to/5bIc

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emerald towers
sifting the sky
into a copper hush
​shaking gold velvet
from heavy hearts
against the dark.

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For my writers out there - something that has been working well for me. (I am a bear of very little brain and lose track if it isn't right in front of me!). #writing #booksky #blueskywriters

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The pulsar stutters in the throat of night,
beaming through the ethereal glow;
a signal sent, hungry
for a current to match its own.
Along a narrow, silver bridge
the spirit sheds its shroud of silence.
I reach, like a hand, into your light.

The pulsar stutters in the throat of night, beaming through the ethereal glow; a signal sent, hungry for a current to match its own. Along a narrow, silver bridge the spirit sheds its shroud of silence. I reach, like a hand, into your light.

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a searchlight shining
bewildered arid wasteland
diffused silhouettes

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The weight of the summit,
The vein in the floor,
We carve out the silence
And lock every door.

Yet deep in the cavern,
The echo runs free;
The sculptor is captive,
The statue is me.

The weight of the summit, The vein in the floor, We carve out the silence And lock every door. Yet deep in the cavern, The echo runs free; The sculptor is captive, The statue is me.

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The needle snaps,
spilling North into every corner.
Space is a mirror
shattered of its frame.
To be lost
is the only map
home.

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Only the void
is vast enough
to hold the infinite.
To step forward
is to dissolve the shore.
Not the bird, but the flight.
Not the path, but the light.

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The spoon scrapes bottom, the pint is dry,
But still the cloud refuses to die.
A hollow fix in a cardboard shell,
Now I’m sad, and sick as well.

The spoon scrapes bottom, the pint is dry, But still the cloud refuses to die. A hollow fix in a cardboard shell, Now I’m sad, and sick as well.

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The mind is a mirror
lost in a red hall,
wandering its own walls.

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one current gathers us
the life that struggled through the mud
and the life that danced over stones
​the sea opens its mouth
and swallows all our names 
joining the vast, salt-deep
of the mothering sea

one current gathers us the life that struggled through the mud and the life that danced over stones ​the sea opens its mouth and swallows all our names joining the vast, salt-deep of the mothering sea

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2000 years ago, his enemies wrote his story. Isn't it time we heard it from him?

SON OF ROME: mybook.to/0HMl
SECOND IN COMMAND: mybook.to/FQ9CeKf
SOLDIER OF FATE: mybook.to/5bIc

brookallenauthor.com

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The incredible story of Julia Hancock. A girl who loved two men--one as her husband, the other like a brother--and those men were Lewis & Clark.
amzn.to/48KZn3N
#BlueSkyWriters #BooksWorthReading #ReadersFavorite #Amreading #Mustreads #Ebooks #Kindle #KindleUnlimited

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Shadows in the grass
Swift paws flee the rising sun
Run, El-ahrairah

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The link is broken
Shadows flood the neon street
One spark stays offline

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The seal is broken, the signal's dead.
The cost is paid in blood and bread.
Let the city’s concrete burn,
As ancient evils now return.
Old hungers wake in steel and stone,
The jar is cracked, the seeds are sown.
Deep within a hollow room,
Hope is a candle in the gloom.

The seal is broken, the signal's dead. The cost is paid in blood and bread. Let the city’s concrete burn, As ancient evils now return. Old hungers wake in steel and stone, The jar is cracked, the seeds are sown. Deep within a hollow room, Hope is a candle in the gloom.

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Once a waxen bride,
now a steel-winged messenger
circling the jewel.
Artemis looks back,
the emerald aurora
is her wedding veil.

Once a waxen bride, now a steel-winged messenger circling the jewel. Artemis looks back, the emerald aurora is her wedding veil.

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A taloned wind peels the sky,
baring the copper heat beneath.
In the fire’s marrow,
where the world turns to rust,
an opening:
earth to leaf,
flame to tide,
the salt of blood.

A taloned wind peels the sky, baring the copper heat beneath. In the fire’s marrow, where the world turns to rust, an opening: earth to leaf, flame to tide, the salt of blood.

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The earth recoils, a fractured floor,
Beneath the river’s heavy roar.
​The heavens burn in hungry gold,
A primal fury, fierce and old.

The cyclone’s eye uncurls its hand,
While glaciers carve the silent land.
Yet colder than the frozen stone,
Is the quiet ash of a soul alone.

The earth recoils, a fractured floor, Beneath the river’s heavy roar. ​The heavens burn in hungry gold, A primal fury, fierce and old. The cyclone’s eye uncurls its hand, While glaciers carve the silent land. Yet colder than the frozen stone, Is the quiet ash of a soul alone.

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It is a quiet war,
a slow-motion bloom,
Forged in the shadow
of a narrow room.
The emerald spark
of a life realized
The entire forest,
behind green eyes.

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One of my favorite books. The movie was pretty good too.

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The sun is a thumbprint
pressed into a leaden sky.
​We wait in the gaps between syllables,
listening to the condensation:
​drip
drip
​the liquid punctuation 
of a sodden song.

The sun is a thumbprint pressed into a leaden sky. ​We wait in the gaps between syllables, listening to the condensation: ​drip drip ​the liquid punctuation of a sodden song.

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Your story has potential.
We help it reach its full power.

Because great writing isn’t just written…
It’s refined.

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A stone within the garden bed,
Cloaked in moss and silver dew,
No shadow cast, no word is said,
To witness all the winter through.

It aches for weight, for being held,
The heat of breath against the skin,
But stays a secret, unbeheld,
A tomb for all the life within.

A stone within the garden bed, Cloaked in moss and silver dew, No shadow cast, no word is said, To witness all the winter through. It aches for weight, for being held, The heat of breath against the skin, But stays a secret, unbeheld, A tomb for all the life within.

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