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We have several free books available from Smashwords.
Some are complete, some are large sections from novels, some have coupons for discounts on other books.
Here’s the full roster:
An Shamanic adventure. Through the rabbit hole. A sample of things to come. Reality will never be the same. Look for Shamanic Tales in 2014. Daniel and Gillian are driving down a dirt road when five surreal creatures run across the road in front of them. When Daniel follows them, his entire life is transformed.
Quantum Meditations could be called channeled poetry. They are impromptu inspirations from the muse or higher self to the poet. Each piece is a reflection of the author’s journey, tracks in the trail of a great awakening, rungs on a ladder, steps on a staircase leading to a greater becoming. Taken as a whole, they constitute a journal of love and evolution. Contains a coupon for the next book.
This book contains the first half of the novel, Song of Existence, with a discount coupon for the rest of the novel. Song of Existence is a novel about the divinity inherent, not just in the least among us, but within every atom of existence. And about our failure to acknowledge this. A hunchback and social outcast plants the seeds to awaken everyone on a broken world.
Under shattered skies, fifty-seven illegal immigrants are murdered outside of the town of Heater, Arizona, a dying town in a dying civilization. Their deaths in a ritual sacrifice awaken Sheriff Elliot Pierce, Father Albert Hayne, pregnant survivor Maria Diaz and all of the people of Heater to an evil as abhorrent as what is happening in the sky overhead. A lengthy excerpt from the first book of the trilogy, Murderer’s Sky.
Blind giants run amok, voracious Weendigo who eat everything in sight, the horned one riding on a dragon-cat, characters from Ojibwa mythology come to life, a dark shaman, the Corrupted Horde, and a blight on the World Under the Flesh and the World of the Flesh. What’s a young fiddler to do? Hither and Yon is continued in the book Fiddlesticks.
Drawn by a contrasting mixture of attraction and repulsion, will Andrew Erickson uncover what secrets lie hidden in the absolute darkness of the haunted Laughing Eagle Mine before they cost him his life, and that of his friends? Afraid of the Dark is one of the seven novellas and short stories contained in Complete Tales of da Yoopernatural.
And here is a short excerpt from Laughing, They Ran
“You are returning to the day when you met these creatures.” The guide prompted Daniel. “It is a cool day in early spring. You are driving down the dirt road.”
Daniel drove with Gillian beside him. It was a bright spring day, the leaves were coming out on the trees, and the world was full of potential. It was a pleasant drive down the dirt road, which they often used as a shortcut. Daniel and Gillian were engaged in an animated discussion about the artistic exploration of consciousness and creativity, and the nature of reality.
“Can you feel the infinite possibilities opening around us?” Gillian asked.
“It’s like taking a dive into a fractal pattern,” Daniel observed.
Their conversation was cut short as several critters stepped out from the woods onto the road ahead of them.
There were five animals. At first glance, Daniel thought they were woodchucks, but they were larger than woodchucks, and longer of limb. Wolverines maybe; but they were big for wolverines, and anyway there were no wolverines in this area.
The creatures resembled bruins somewhat, or possibly some unknown primate. Their fur was dark brown and they were walking on all four legs. They were maybe two and a half or three feet tall at the shoulder and tailless, maybe four feet long from nose to hind quarters. They stood on muscular legs about a foot and a half in length. They appeared to be strong and athletic. Their heads were rounded, on the end of a rather long but stout neck, with flat faces projecting very little snout. Neither did their ears stand out; and their eyes were set in front.
The five creatures hurried across the road, moving as a pack. One of them turned its head to look behind them as they proceeded. They were on the run. None of them paid the slightest mind to Daniel and Gillian, sitting in their car in the middle of the road.
The critters had a feral look about them, yet they had a clear air of intelligence. They moved with intent. There was something impish about them, yet they were noble creatures.
The crossing took no more than a second or two. Then they disappeared into a thicket on the left side of the road. The thicket was bordered by a subdivision.
“Did you see that?” Daniel asked.
“What were those?” Gillian returned.
“I’ve never seen anything like them.”
Daniel pulled up alongside the edge of the wetlands. He could see the passage they made through the brush. The animals were already gone, out of sight. Daniel couldn’t imagine them trespassing into the subdivision. Something told him they were gone, having found some hidden exit from the swamp.
“Follow them!” the guide ordered.
Daniel threw the car into park and leapt out to pursue the critters. He stepped through the brush and entered the thicket in the bowl-like depression of ground. Overhead the sky above the thicket formed a matching concavity. Daniel felt time and space distorting as he followed the creatures that resembled nothing so much of this earth as sloths.
His body became heavy. The mass of his physical form was increasing, as was the mass of the thicket around him. He felt like he was mired in tar. Even light found it hard to escape the increasing gravity. Everything was lost in darkness, from which no sound or light could escape. Finally he could move no more. Even the mind was overburdened by the weight of thought. He shut down, letting go of everything but the dimmest glimmer of awareness.
That faint gleam of awareness became the nucleus of his universe. It was the only light of existence, his sun and moon. Even time did not pass so much as it dwelt in one eternal moment. Daniel was beyond contemplating the passage of time. Even identity was reduced to the most fundamental unit. He was no longer Daniel; he simply was.
After an interminable period, five other gleaming lights flew past him, and he was swept along with them. For a moment he felt dizzy, nauseous even. Something popped and he found himself in a busy, infinite expanding universe of light.
In this moment of newfound freedom every breath and step is a celebration of awareness and an expression of the primal love that is the motive force behind all existence.
In this moment of newfound freedom live purely in this eternal present, without regret or expectation, knowing that all that exists is born now, and now is the moment of infinite power and unlimited scope.
In this moment of newfound freedom be aware of infinite degrees of freedom and infinite probable degrees, so that the only limiting factor in determining present position and direction is belief.
In this moment of newfound freedom know all thought of past and future is a fantasy, indeed all thought is fantasy, and knowing this build a garden in this moment of where I would most like to be. Make this moment the garden of my existence now.
In this moment of newfound freedom all compasses point towards home, but only my own will lead me there. While all paths are true, if I take my bearings from another’s stars I will not be true to myself.
In this moment of newfound freedom reality is a reflection of the song I sing, precious by nature of existence. If I am unhappy with reality than I must modulate my song.
In this moment of newfound freedom I am exactly where I need to be and it is only in appreciation of this point in time that I free myself.
In this moment of newfound freedom to the extent that I do not appreciate this point of space, time and probabilities I have chained myself to it; accept it in total love and freedom and it will instantly transform from a prison cell to a door onto freedom.
In this moment of newfound freedom everything I want exists now, all I need do is accept it; be one in resonance with it — it is already mine.
In this moment of newfound freedom I must keep my feet firmly planted in the ground and my mind and heart focused on the light of source. All things else are a blessed distraction. Be attentive and give them all due consideration, but do not allow them to interfere with my ground or my connection to source. Know that any meaning is assigned by me; seek resolution by changing my definitions.
In this moment of newfound freedom all experience is neutral; it becomes good or bad relative to the meaning I assign it. All definitions, all judgments are limitations and restrictions. All definitions and judgments are arbitrary abstractions, conventions that should only be accepted so long as they are useful. When they cease being useful, let them go and experience without definition and judgment, without limitation and restriction.
In this moment of newfound freedom I am never alone. My higher self ever enfolds me in a loving embrace, always ready to guide me back to my center while ever respecting and honoring my decisions. When I am in resonance with my higher self, this bond is stronger than any other due to reciprocity, stronger by many orders of magnitude. Thus focused, I cannot be deflected except by my own allowance. Furthermore, there is a probable future me who is a master of ascension, alignment and determined manifestation. This future me is ever offering to guide me. Thus the strength of my focus is triply magnified.
In this moment of newfound freedom I am all that is in all times, all space, all probabilities, yet all that is is distinct in the web made of all that supports all.
In this moment of newfound freedom there is one subatomic particle, which is all subatomic particles, linked outside of time and space through quantum nonlocality.
In this moment of newfound freedom I am the reflection I see, yet this reflection is never me.
In this moment of newfound freedom swimming in an infinite sea of probabilities, I choose my course with every move of hand and foot. The only landfall is my higher self.
Get the real poop on PD Allen in Ingrid Hall’s insightful and enjoyable interview.
And to celebrate this interview and to honor the holiday, we are have a book sale.
Now through May 27th, most of PD Allen’s kindle books will be on sale for 99 cents each (77p in Great Britain).
This includes all of his novels.
Check them out here: http://www.amazon.com/lm/R3QNTJGTFOY1KG/
In the UK, you can find them through his author’s page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B0030WFKWI
That’s 15 books for 99 cents apiece, now through May 27th. Enjoy!