Guest Book Review: V.B.'s Take on The Pythagorean by Alexander Morpheigh

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The Pythagorean by Alexander Morpheigh

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This is an interesting time travel adventure where we live through Theo’s transformation into a person of worth.

I enjoyed reading through the best and worst of human behavior. I also liked how the author brought mythological characters to life and made useful dogma practical. Elena and Alcaeus are also engaging characters. Theo is hard to love and shows off his selfishness until he finally opens himself up to something bigger.

The ending tied things up well and I relished how the author took us from a bleak and awful place to a great end.

I have two issues with this book. It is not a romance, though it was proposed as one. The main character has a lover he has neglected and they ought to get together after he redeems himself, but the point of this book is not their love. Secondly, this book hides a persuasive argument about following the Pythagorean school in the middle of the story. And this is actually the focus of the book. More than half of the words are Pythagoras’s treatises and lectures. In essence, the book takes you to Pythagoras for a series of lectures masquerading as Theo’s journey, with time travel and romance content threaded through. It struck me as fudge ripple ice cream, heavy on the vanilla, billed as chocolate.

I recommend this book for lovers of the human condition, especially those with an interest in Pythagoras (beyond his theorem). The fictionalized story makes the journey more enjoyable.

NOTE: I was provided a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

I give this book 4 out of 5 stars, because the author gave us an effective redemption story surrounding Pythagorean lore.

 "Book Blurb:

​The protagonist, a young man named Theodore, is about 36 years old and resides in Athens. Following a car accident, he finds himself in the body of a young man from Ancient Greece who attempted suicide. Confused about his whereabouts, Theodore sets out to find people and seeks guidance from the Delphic Oracle – Pythia.
Pythia reveals to Theodore that he must meet his true teacher, who alone can return him to his own time. To prepare spiritually for this encounter, Theodore's best bet is one of the greatest teachers of European civilization – Pythagoras, who coincidentally lives during that era. Theo seeks out Pythagoras and becomes his student. Throughout his education, Pythagoras explains to Theodore why he ended up in the past and the significant mission awaiting him in the future. In the process, Pythagoras imparts a wealth of intriguing facts to Theodore, blending authentic Pythagorean teachings with alternative viewpoints from contemporary science.
Theodore's beloved Elena remains in Athens, and his lack of attention towards her weighs heavily on him. Through his studies, Theodore learns the practice of lucid dreaming, enabling him to communicate with Elena in his dreams and share his experiences. In a critical turn of events, Theodore steals a bottle of expensive wine, leading to his arrest. Pythagoras intervenes, securing his release on bail. However, Theodore learns he can only remain on the island for a month. With his limited time, he must pass an interview with the local ruler. In another lucid dream, Theodore meets Alkeus, the young man from ancient Greece, who now inhabits his body in the present. Alkeus' adaptability to modern life is hindered by amnesia, and he relies on others to remind him of his past.
As Theodore's training progresses, Pythagoras not only introduces alternative, scientifically backed perspectives on the Universe's structure and the existence of parallel worlds but also takes him on journeys to explore them. Theo's situation becomes dire – execution awaits him if he stays in the past, while arrest and imprisonment await him in the future. In a lucid dream, he encounters his future self in a café, realizing that his true teacher is none other than himself. Spiritual purification is the key to his return to the present. Is he prepared to embark on his crucial mission?
 
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Here’s an excerpt from the book…

CHAPTER 1

Watching the early morning sun rising in Athens is something that can be described as mesmerizing. This is especially true at the end of April, when the weather is warm and the sky usually cloudless. When dawn is approaching, the sun is not yet visible, but its rays are already reflected off the sea from over the horizon. Colorful neon lights still shining on the windows of Leoforo Posidonos’ (Poseidonos Avenue) night spots, slowly fading and becoming dimmer and dimmer against the first timid rays of the light of the slowly rising sun.

The end of April is always a wonderful time of year in Athens; the cold of winter has already disappeared, and the heat of summer has not fully made itself known. If you have ever been in the region perhaps you remember how they like to joke about early spring in the Mediterranean: “When the terrible cold is over, the terrible heat begins!”

Thus, the end of April in Athens is truly the golden mean, and a time of year when you can truly enjoy pleasant weather and recharge your soul. Early in the morning, the coolness of the night still lingers but you can go out and walk around wearing only a short-sleeved shirt. During this very short time of year, after the winter has passed, the sunny days have finally returned but the sun has not yet reached its full force and begun pounding down what could be described as an imitation of the heat of hell. This short and sweet period is characterized by an idyllic climate that serves to maintain an overall wonderful mood for everyone blessed to experience it.

Unfortunately, Theodore Pappas no longer saw or paid any attention to all of this beauty anymore. He was driving his battered blue BMW 3 Series from the casino, heading in the direction of his home in the early hours of the morning. As was often the case, it had not been a good night. He kept thinking: How could you lose so much and drink so much? At that moment, while driving home, he was attempting to solve what for him was a seemingly impossible problem: Did he get so drunk because he had lost so much, or had he lost so much because he had been so drunk?

At that moment it seemed to him that if he found the answer to what for him was an existential question, then the very answer itself would be of vital and instructive value and would serve to help him immediately change everything for the better. Although at that moment it was not clear exactly how he would do that, or what in fact would improve. In his still foggy but slightly recovering mind, he tried to remember: Why had he argued with Elena again? Or had she argued with him? No matter how much he tried, he could not remember.

Elena had been his first love and he had been with her since his school days. However, unlike Theo, she knew exactly what she wanted out of life, and due to this fact, she was constantly torn between her feelings for him and his childishness and behavior. She wanted a family, kids, a house and a dog, and she was already in her forties and the possibility of having the life she wanted with Theo was fading fast right before her eyes—and in fact was not even visible over the horizon. But what did he want?

That was a question that no one knew the answer to, not even himself. He simply lived the way he did, working and earning money, which he then lost on weekends, drinking to his heart’s content. And so, what? Theo thought. Spending time in clubs and casinos was also quite the life choice and Theo liked it, so why change anything?

So, what if I’m thirty-six? That’s not sixty-three! So, what if I have gray hair and a receding hairline? So what? Gray hair adds charm, and a receding hairline adds credibility. I have no family and no kids? So what? That’s great! And if I had a family and kids, would I be driving home stinking drunk from a casino in the early hours of the morning? Of course not! So, as they say, “No matter what happens, it’s all for the best!” Theo thought as he continued making his way closer to the building, he lived in through the seemingly endless traffic lights.

In all of her physical attributes, without exception, Elena had a typical Greek appearance: a symmetrical and immaculate profile that looked like it had been carved out of marble, thick black curly hair pulled into a bun on the top of her head, large brown eyes and above them, expressive arched eyebrows. She was of medium height and had an elegant figure, which was usually clad in blue jeans and a white blouse. Elena always wore comfortable clothes and shoes and preferred comfort and practicality over fashion. She had a volatile temperament, but not one that could be called scandalous. She considered herself a rational person, although that did not deprive her of the certain amount of romanticism that she possessed.

At school, Elena had never been an excellent student, but she had also not been an underachiever. Since childhood, she had been fully aware of her own abilities and only put as much effort into studying and everything else as she deemed was necessary for her own developmental level. The fact was that her combination of natural beauty, rational thinking and romanticism was quite a rare and pleasant phenomenon in and of itself, and really, she did not require much more. In contrast when comparing Theo to the standard Greek stereotype, it was safe to say that there was absolutely nothing in common between them.

He was taller than average; he had dark hair with a fair amount of gray in it and a significantly receding hairline. In addition, his bulging pot belly, which may have given the impression of a four-month pregnancy, made Theo look anything but Greek. 3 T he Pythagorean His character was ... or perhaps he did not even have character? No, he actually had excellent intellectual abilities, and could have easily made a successful career in any technical field. All in all, he was not really a bad person; there was no meanness or venom filling him. His problem was that he didn’t need anything out of life. He had found himself a comfortable niche working as a programmer, receiving a decent salary without having to make extra effort, and all in all was able to go through life in comfort and with ease, being what might be called a “darling of fate.”

At school, Theo could have been an excellent student, but as one of the classic sayings goes, “Success is 1% talent and 99% hard work.” Theo certainly had the talent, but he completely lacked the desire to do the work that success would have required of him. Studying and maintaining the necessary limits was easy for him, but he had no desire or motivation to rise above the average standards or norms. His surrounding comfort thus played a cruel joke on him, and he became completely immersed in entertainment and pleasure. His life had become nothing, but casinos and bars filled with beer and “friends” and he did not even notice that there was almost no one that he was really close to. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen his own mother.

Thus, what Elena was really thinking, being around such a person, and what she was actually hoping for, was only known to her. Despite the fact that they had been together for a very long time, they lived separately and did not see each other that often. Overall, she seemed to be hoping for some sort of bright future together but he took her for granted and just seemed to think of her as something he was owed and which was not going anywhere and thus never paid much attention to her or attach much importance to her.

And lo and behold, his building finally appeared in the distance. Ahead of him the traffic light lazily switched from green to yellow, and then appeared to look suspiciously at the blue car flying in its direction and contemptuously switched to red. Unfortunately, Theo didn’t see it anymore; he had always told himself that the main thing was to stay awake on the way home and he had 4 Morning in a Glass faithfully fulfilled his promise to drive all the way with his eyes open, but he had never promised himself not to fall asleep right in front of his building! At that moment he had switched off and was already snoring peacefully, still holding onto the steering wheel and completely trusting the hands of fate.

The sound of a loud horn could be heard at the intersection, one which was much louder than his drunken snoring, and there was a flash of head lights from the left, and then something heavy hit Theo’s car hard on the left side. Even if he had wanted to he, couldn’t have seen what had happened because at that moment, his eyes were still closed....

When the police and ambulance arrived, Theo didn’t see them either. Usually, a good night’s sleep guarantees one’s good health, but a good night’s sleep, when it’s happening behind the wheel could sometimes lead to quite the opposite effect. Many people who have been in a similar situation talk about how their whole lives flashed before their eyes in that final instant.

Theo, on the other hand, couldn’t have seen anything at all! He had been sleeping like a baby. At that moment, one could have rightfully said “he had slept away his life.” However, this “baby” was so intoxicated at that moment that he probably wasn’t having any dreams anyway. Other people recount experiences of flying through a tunnel with a bright light at its end. Our Theo also overslept seeing the tunnel. Thus, it might be safe to say that all the most vivid impressions that one might have during the last moments of life were simply bypassed by this plump “teenager” with gray hair.

CHAPTER 2

On the shore of the bluest sea in the world lay a pleasant-looking, fashionable young man of about eighteen with long dark hair who was of medium height. He was dressed in a long white chiton with a light-colored cloak draped over it. His eyes were closed, his head and face were covered with spots of blood and his clothes were slightly torn and stained. The overall appearance of the young man gave the definite impression that yesterday had not been his day.

The sea looked unusually calm, with only the noisy cries of hungry gulls busy in the spotting of prey disturbing the measured whisper of the small light waves. The young man slowly opened his eyes, looked at what was in front of him and quietly said, “Oh come on, to hell with this!” and immedi ately closed them again. However, the cries of the seagulls did not leave the young man any chance of lying there in peace, and he had to open his eyes again. First, he looked at the sea, and then with great surprise at his clothes, and slowly putting the words together uttered, “What kind of masquerade costume is this? What did they pour us to drink at the casino yesterday? Or were they giving it away for taste testing?”

Then he thought, My God, why does my head hurt so much? Why did I get so drunk yesterday? This never used to happen before, and now here we go again. I must be getting old...

He got up and went over to the water and bent down to rinse off his face. From the mirror-like reflection of the smooth surface of the water, a face that he had never seen before looked back at him. His eyes got big and round, and the young man let out a scream, the general meaning of which could be expressed in a literary manner as: “What the hell is that??” The young man was Theo, but the one looking up at him from the water was most definitely not.

Theodore’s consciousness started to quickly come back to him, and he had the clear understanding that on the one hand. he was no longer asleep and was critically aware and analyzing what was happening around him. On the other hand, the face and body which he now beheld, he was seeing for the first time in all of his 36 years. What was more was that this body seemed to have lived much less and had led a much healthier lifestyle than he ever had. The shape of his hands and fingernails were completely different, as was the figure and the shape of his legs, and this body appeared to be significantly shorter than his original one. In short. he saw nothing that reminded him of, or even hinted at, the original Theo.

“I fully understand that a person can lose weight and lessen in width, but is it possible to lose weight and lessen in height?” He sat and asked himself rhetorical questions. “Well, at least if I still have a sense of humor, then that means I still exist,” for some reason, he concluded. Sedentary work usually serves to make its own adjustments to a programmer’s physical condition, including slouching and the presence of additional body fat in the front, and sometimes even in the back. If anyone believes that the main working organ of a programmer is the head, then they are mistaken. A programmer can sometimes think and sometimes they simply are not able to, but there is always the constant of sitting, so therefore the main working organ of the programmer is ... that’s right, his soft backside. However, in today’s current version of his body, all of the effects of constant sedentary, and in fact extremely intellectual work, were in no way visible to Theo.

“Wow! This is quite the upgrade!” Theo exclaimed, not noticing that he was saying it out loud. However, his joy quickly turned to worry as the thoughts took over: Where am I? Where are my phone and my documents? Where’s my car?

In the end, Theo decided to go for a swim after all and clean himself up. After a short ablution in the cool salt water, he dried off a little in the sun and went in search of a shower, water, and food, as well as normal law-abiding citizens in order to get answers to at least some of the questions that were currently screaming for answers. After cleaning off all of the blood and dirt, he tried to organize his thoughts and figure out what was really going on. This is a strange place, he thought, the beach is completely uncared for and there are no hotels in sight or yachts in the sea. This is very strange. This will be quite the number if I somehow ended up on some desert island while I was sleeping! If I tell anyone, no one will believe it: I am some sort of Robinson Crusoe! Well, let’s see what happens next, Theo thought, and saw a path that led from the beach to the top of a hill.

With the overly calculated movements and gait of a brave knight after an extremely heavy session of drinking, the young man wandered off towards the unknown. Theo reasoned that if he had been stupidly robbed while drunk, that he should have either woken up somewhere in the bushes or have been in his usual clothes. Then there was the third possibility that maybe ... just maybe he really was dead. That would explain the strange clothing and the lack of any signs of life near or around the sea. However, even that did not explain the unknown image of himself which he had seen in the water. After about half an hour of walking at a lazy pace, Theo finally saw what looked to be a village and people. However, it all looked like the set of some movie about Ancient Greece, with people dressed in traditional clothes and houses that looked more like ancient mud huts than anything that existed in modern times. Oh, I see! They’re making a movie! And what high-quality decorations! Probably the guys from Hollywood have arrived and are operating with a really decent budget! This will be very interesting if they are shooting Troy-2, and I suddenly walk onto the set! The young man thought and cheerfully walked towards what he believed was a film set.

The idea that he was wearing the same clothes as the participants in the film shootings, for some reason, did not even enter his mind. However, as Theo neared the action, he suddenly noticed that the poles and lighting projectors, as well as the microphones and cameras, were not visible anywhere. Also, if this was a film shooting, then that meant that someone had to be shooting it, and there should be actors and extras grouped together with those who shoot them. So then, who are the filmmakers here? Directors, camera men, costume specialists and everyone else required to make a film should be dressed in normal clothes and appear as normal, just like the vehicles that transport equipment and props that should be parked everywhere! Logically all of that should probably be visible and all over the place, but none of that was anywhere to be found. Everything looked pristine and as it had probably been in ancient times before the harsh and merciless foot of “civilized” Europeans had set foot there. At first, Theo was shocked and taken aback by what he saw around him, and then a chill ran from the top of his head to his stomach and stayed somewhere deep inside him.

With a huge effort, Theo resolutely pulled himself together and tried to think things through logically. To put it mildly, I do not look very much like myself. And now to the list of my main questions — “Where am I?” and “Who am I?”—I need to naturally add another question: “When am I?” And this is far from being funny anymore, Theo mused, either to himself or out loud … then after standing there for an indeterminate length of time staring at the village and contemplating what he saw, he came to the conclusion that he didn’t have any rational explanation for what he was currently observing, and so the rational and the most reasonable thing to do was just wait and see what happened next. Perhaps he could find an adequate explanation later.

Theo decided to go into the village and started heading towards it, walking along a small narrow street where he soon saw a small group of people, also dressed as ancient Greeks. He headed directly towards them, but no one paid any particular attention to him, which added comfort to the process of getting used to this new and unusual environment. Suddenly, behind him someone let out a startled cry and stretched out an arm pointing in his direction. Theo looked around and saw a young man ... of an indeterminate age: the outward appearance of the local population seemed to correspond to completely different age groups than those in Theo’s normal life. He estimated that the age of this young man was between 25 and 30 years old, and it was obvious that they knew each other, and that the sight of Theo bothered, or even frightened him. Theo decided that first of all, it was definitely not worth running away, and second of all, this young man could be a source of very useful local information. With that thought in mind, Theo made his way over to the terrified young man, wondering why the sight of him could possibly frighten him so much: Maybe I’m his boss? Does he owe me money? Did I promise to kill him? In any case, there now were at least three pieces of good news: first, if he is afraid of me, then I don’t have to be afraid of him, and that’s a fact. Second, I’d like to eat something, and I don’t have any money, so I’ll tell him that if he feeds me, I’ll be less angry with him and then he’ll be less afraid of me. And third, he knows me, and I can get all the necessary information about what kind of place this is and who I am right here and now and then it will be possible to search for the cause of what is happening. Besides all of that: what if I have a beautiful and obedient wife here, or a girl from ancient Greece? Theo thought, and was in a cheerful mood, and so far, had no fear of what was happening.

As Theo approached the terrified young man with a menacing look, he couldn’t say a word.

The young man then rushed up to him and embraced him with tears in his eyes. “Alcaeus! How is this possible? You’re alive!” he mumbled and sputtered in amazement, wiping large tears from his now rosy cheeks. “But people told me about how you died! Why did you do this to yourself? Don’t you realize how angry you’ve made the Gods? Why did you leave us to mourn you for the rest of our lives?”

Theo immediately received several answers to several of his questions. First of all, the guy doesn’t owe him any money, he’s not his subordinate, and he couldn’t talk to him in threatening and commanding tones. He was probably a relative of his. Second, the body he was in was known locally as Alcaeus, not Theo. He would have to temporarily get used to it and respond to the strange, quirky name as if it were a nickname. Third, if he was a relative, then he had a good chance to eat and stay overnight, because it was becoming more and more obvious that by the end of the day, he would want to sleep! Theo tried to choose the most appropriate behavioral model for dealing with a relative and then, unable to think of anything better, decided to say that he had hit his head, had amnesia and did not remember anything. If the reality around him was now somewhere deep in the past, then they wouldn’t even know such a name for the loss of memory, Theo thought, and quickly began to figure out how to explain everything in simple and accessible words.

“My dear friend,” Theo began, “I am very sorry to have upset all of you, but I must have hit my head too hard on the rocks and I can’t remember anything. Tell me, my dear one, how did I anger the Gods so much and what did I do that was so unworthy?”

“My poor brother, Alcaeus! I’m your brother Hermip. Yesterday, you decided to accept death as your fate because of some sort of mental anguish you were going through, and jumped off a cliff onto the rocky shore below. We received word that you were dead, and then we searched and searched for your poor body to bury you, but we never found you. Oh, how we mourned you so bitterly! Now apparently, the Gods have decided to punish you and have taken away your memory. But if a great miracle has happened and the Gods have brought you back to life, then surely, they have entrusted you with something that is very important!”

Theo was thinking about everything: I wonder what time it is right now? Do they even have clocks here? He tried to turn his entire memory inside out and pull out everything he knew about the customs of ancient Greece, but all that came to mind were some ancient myths that his mother had read to him as a child and that he had heard about at school, on one of those rare days when he was not asleep during history classes on ancient Greece. He noticed that somehow, he was able to communicate fluently and understand his interlocutor, although ancient Greek was probably quite different from the language he was used to. Apparently, the strange “youngish” body he was now wearing was clearly involved in that.

Hermip’s eyes were full of tears as he stared straight at Theo, who in fact was now Alcaeus.

Theo, on the other hand, had no idea what to say, how to respond, or how to behave, so he also just stared straight at Hermip, feeling extremely stupid. “What year is it now?” Theo asked uncertainly. The question had suddenly popped into his head and he couldn’t think of anything else to ask.

“It’s the seventy-second Olympiad,” Hermip said, sounding confused. There was genuine pain in his eyes for his brother. “My poor brother Alcaeus! We need to find out why the Gods carried out this miracle on you and what important mission you have been given by Apollo, and maybe even from Zeus himself! After all, only Zeus can negotiate with Hades and bring you back to the living from the realm of the dead! We need to go to Pythia immediately! If you have such an important mission from the Gods, then there is no time to lose!”

Theo looked at his new brother and said calmly: “My dear Hermip, I do not know what the Gods have given me, and I do not know how important or urgent it is. But you must admit, my dear brother, that it is difficult to run errands for the Gods on an empty stomach. So we should have a good meal before we head out. While we are eating, you can tell me who I am, why I did such a terrible thing, what Pythia is and why we need to go there. Is that my girlfriend? Is she even cute?”

Hermip’s left eye twitched when he heard that and his jaw dropped slightly: “What are you saying, my poor Alcaeus? Be silent at once, and do not anger the Gods, even in sickness and ignorance! It looks like you’ve lost not only your memory, but also your shame! How you must have hit your head to say such horrible things?! Pythia is the great Oracle! She is in the temple at Delphi, proclaiming the will of the Gods! Pythia knows everything that has been and that will be!”

My God! Why is it that no matter what age it is, when something incompre hensible happens, everyone runs to fortune tellers and psychics? Times and technologies change, but people remain the same, throughout all time! God, when will people finally get smarter?! Apparently, never! Theo reflected to himself with obvious irritation. I really thought that the oldest eternal profession was some thing completely different, but it turns out that it is fortune–telling! He thought.

Then he looked at his new brother and said with a grin: “Listen, my dear brother, why don’t we go? Maybe it will all pass by itself, and I’ll somehow remember everything?”

Hermip then sternly replied that, as the older brother and as the only one among them who was sane, he absolutely insisted on them going to Pythia immediately.

The idea that a claim of sanity was being made by a person demanding to go to a psychic was one that might be rather controversial, but he didn’t have much choice. What if he refused? Would they put him in a local hospital for the mentally ill? And maybe they would even execute him! Why not? In ancient times, they executed people at the drop of a hat! It would really be a crying shame to end his life so stupidly! Especially this strange new life he had, one that had so inexplicably just barely begun. Okay, this is still the only person I know here. So, I’ll agree and see what happens next. What if we do come across some pretty young ancient Greek women on the way and they teach me the secrets of the ancient cult of Bacchus? Theo thought smiling to himself, and said out loud: “Very well, let it be as you wish, my dear brother. But first, we need to gain our strength for the journey.”

Intriguing! So, what are other people saying about this book?

“What a fascinating and compelling twist on the time travel genre. The author does a spectacular job of crafting a unique and original way of taking these characters through the time travel trope and expanding upon it. The balance the author found in historical accuracy and sci-fi mythos was remarkable, with the use of imagery in the author’s writing style bringing both the past and present to life vividly and viscerally.
The heart of the narrative, however, was in both the philosophical journey and emotional character development that the novel took on. Theo’s evolution throughout this novel, from a typical life led as a programmer in Athens to being forced to live in Ancient Greece and, in the process, learning more about himself and what matters most to him in life, made the narrative pop off the page. The way he adapts to life in Ancient Greece and becomes a mentee to Pythagoras himself was fun and fascinating, delving into some of the higher concepts of philosophy that the era became known for. Theo’s love and romance with Elena were heartfelt, and they kept the reader invested in these characters as the story progressed.” —Anthony, Amazon

“This book is a really interesting mix of real Greek philosophy, modern science, and adventure. It’s smart but still easy to read, with a nice touch of romance in the story.” —OB1, Amazon

“This is an amazing read! It's thoughtful and a real page turner with strong pacing and character development. Highly recommended!!!” —Tara, Amazon

BOOK INFO:

AUTHOR: Alexander Morpheigh
TITLE: The Pythagorean
GENRE: Time Travel, Adventure Fiction, Ancient Greek History, Historical Fiction, Time Travel Romance
RELEASE DATE: July 15, 2024
PUBLISHER: BookBaby
ISBN/ASIN: ‎B0D9HGQHF4
OUR RATING:  4 stars
REVIEWED BY: V.B. "Can Do Author"

Guest Blogger/Reviewer Bio:

VB is an indie author who writes romance and Sci-Fi, and voraciously reads anything (with some limits). When she’s not reading and writing, she’s working a day job to pay for her truck habit and puttering around her house.


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