Dave Bailey teaches English as a Second Language for a day job to pay the bills and make ends meet. But at night, he dons his mask and cape to begin writing fun and inspiring sci-fi and fantasy fiction stories with audio which also helps his English students improve their listening skills, reduce their accent, and increase their speaking fluency quickly and easily.
The first wolf came in low. Thorgaut caught it with a backhanded blow from his bow just behind the ear. The wolf reeled back and fell over. Thorgaut hoped it wasn’t dead, but didn’t have time to check it now.
The last wolf took a flying leap into the air, reaching for his throat with its open jaws. Thorgaut grabbed it by the neck with both hands. These were normal sized wolves that would have been a threat to any average-sized man. But to Thorgaut’s massive hands and bodies, they seemed like normal-sized playthings.
He squeezed hard enough to choke the wolf’s breathing until it stopped moving. Then he laid it on the ground.
Thorgaut cut the deer up so it would be easier to carry. He worked quickly to leave the scene before either of the creatures came to. Thorgaut left the head and intestines for the wolves. He felt bad for them, and under normal circumstances would have left the deer for them. But he needed this food for his family and the people of his village. Thorgaut sighed at the memory.
He had been a hunter and killed all his life. He had fought battles and killed other men. But those wolves that he had killed that day haunted his dreams for a long time afterward.
He dreamed of them often. Generally, the leader of the pack would bring him messages and warnings. But in the end, it always ended the same way. Thorgaut would apologize to the wolves and stand there with his neck bared. And then he would awake when they attacked.
The wind had picked up and the chill reminded Thorgaut that night would soon be falling fast. He looked back at the sun. It was setting quickly and the shadows were growing longer.
Thorgaut quickened his pace. He wasn’t afraid, but the eerieness of the place had started to get on his nerves. He should have come across the camp by now and found his friends.
They had left their ships three days back and explored inland towards the mountains. They had set up camp last evening at the edge of the woods.
It was a nice spot. The woods on one side with plenty of game. A nice view of the mountains spread out before them. Thorgaut had laid awake most of the night under the light of the moon and stars dreaming of the future.
He had left the camp earlier that morning to hunt game and explore the area. Thorgaut had slipped away before anyone could follow him. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts.
He had walked West and deeper into the woods. He had seen a lot of game but didn’t try killing anything right away. There would be plenty of time for that later. Otherwise, he’d have to turn around and lug it back to camp.
Thorgaut didn’t plan on being gone that long, but the scenery was stunning in every way. The forest. The hills. The animals. Everything amazed him.
Thorgaut pressed on deeper and farther. He wanted to explore everything. He could imagine himself living here someday when he had expanded his kingdom out this way.
He imagined building a huge longhouse made of stones. A massive fortress, like the ones he heard sailors talking about in their tales of faraway lands.
A strong, safe home surrounded by a large stone wall. A wall to protect himself and his people from any enemies between their raids. He knew Runa would love it. He would marry her, and she would make a beautiful queen by his side.
He kept walking and exploring until the sun was high in the sky. He had finally turned around and headed back towards the mountains. Thorgaut had finally reached the edge of the woods. He came out into the plain that spread out toward the mountains. Now, all he had to do was follow the edge of the woods until he got back to camp.
He had been walking most of the afternoon since reaching the plains. But for some reason, he still hadn’t come across any of his friends. Thorgaut felt confused. It seemed that he had walked back towards the East along the edge of the woods, even farther than he had gone West. He should have come across the camp by now. It was mostly out in the open, so it wasn’t like he could have missed it.
Thorgaut kept an eye on the setting sun. Darkness would be falling fast. If he didn’t find his friends soon, he would need to find a place to set up camp for himself. And he would have to do it while there was still light.
There would be a full moon later on that night, but it wouldn’t rise until midnight. There were also some clouds in the sky that concerned him. They would block any light he could use to see by. He would be unable to continue looking for his friends until morning.
Thorgaut was about to turn off into the woods to find a suitable spot to sleep when he saw movement up ahead. He smiled to himself. He was getting old. Here he thought he had gone too far past the camp already. But fortunately, it was over. He was back, and this strange day would be over.
Thorgaut shook his head and chided himself. He was generally pretty good with directions and locations. He had remained alert and aware of his surroundings at all times. It was rare that Thorgaut found himself in a place where he could consider himself lost.
Thorgaut chuckled at the thought of telling his friends what had happened. “I thought was wrong and had gone too far. Yet it turns out I was right the whole time. So, it turns out that I have never been wrong. Only once when I thought I was wrong and yet had been right the whole time.”
It was an old joke that he liked to tell. People knew he was generally right about everything. It was rare that anyone could outargue or debate Thorgaut. And once he made up his mind about something, it was rare anyone could persuade him to change it.
Thorgaut picked up his pace and soon came to the place where he thought he had seen the camp. There was no one there.
He did find a long cloth draped over a low-hanging branch swaying in the soft wind. That must have been what caught his attention earlier. It looked new and clean. Not like something that had been out in the open elements for very long. Nothing else indicated that anyone had been in the area recently though.
Thorgaut caught glimpse of what appeared to be a trail leading into the woods. If you could call it a trail. He tried to see where it led, but couldn’t see much between the dusky twilight and shadowy darkness of the forest.
This looked about as good a place as any to set up camp. A dead tree had fallen to the side of the trail and would provide plenty of firewood for the night. He wouldn’t have to do much for the night, and there would still be light for a little while.
Thorgaut decided to head down the trail a little way. Perhaps he would find the person who had left the cloth. Maybe it was left there purposefully to mark the trail. He hoped he could find someone to point him in the right direction to his camp first thing in the morning.
Thorgaut Kabbisson walked along the edge of woods trying to get his bearings. He was lost and he knew it. Something was wrong. He should have been back at their little camp. It wasn’t very big, but there is no way that he could have missed it and walked past it.
The sun hung low on the horizon. Darkness would soon be upon him. He wanted to stop and build a fire to warm up, but he needed to keep moving. If Thorgaut didn’t find his friends before the sun set, he would be alone in the woods at night. He tried to shake the thought from his head and focus on something a little more pleasant.
The nights were growing longer and he didn’t want to spend it by himself here at the edge of the woods. Not that there was much that scared Thorgaut. He was the firstborn son of a feisty little Earl in a small village. Thorgaut was the oldest of 12 brothers. His brothers were all small like their father.
But Thorgaut was taller than his father. Taller than all his brothers. Taller than anyone else in his village. Head and shoulders above the next tallest man. His body was wider and broader. Thorgaut was built like a bull. He didn’t have the lanky build his father and brother’s possessed. He was also the only member of the family with red hair.
People talked of course. Rumors ran rampant. Some suggested he was special. A gift from the gods. Others whispered behind his back though and suggested otherwise.
Either way, Thorgaut knew what they said about him not being the rightful heir to his father’s throne. He knew his brothers would try to keep him from sitting on it after his father’s passing.
What the people said, didn’t bother him. Neither did his brothers plans to keep him off of the throne. He planned on sitting on it and ruling the people well.
A partridge burst out of a bush in front of him. His steps must have spooked it. The loud beating of it’s wings spooked him at first. He jumped back, but managed to keep his wits around him fast enough to pull up his bow and notch an arrow. He shot straight and true. The partridge fell behind a small mound of snow, and he veered off the path to collect his supper.
Thorgaut relished the thought of sitting on the throne. He smiled as he continued walking. He had been born to rule. He felt it in his bones. The desire to reign flowed through every fiber of his being. Everyone else knew it too. Or rather they could sense it.
He was a natural leader and easily influenced those around him. He didn’t even put much effort into trying to be persuasive. He seemed to have a hypnotic hold over people that made them want to follow him. The intensity of his focus had a magnetizing effect on those around him.
He knew that ultimately his father’s throne would become too small for him. That was one of the reasons he led these yearly raids farther and farther away. He wanted to explore everything and see how other people lived and fought. The entire time, he was planning and scheming how he would expand his empire.
But it wasn’t just about conquering new lands. Thorgaut knew that ultimately, he wouldn’t be content to sit around. He didn’t want to resolve daily squabbles and petty arguments among the villagers. He would soon grow tired of trying to get them to hunt and store up food for the winter. Thinking about those things bored him.
No. Thorgaut was ambitious. Much more ambitious than anyone imagined. He was a mighty warrior. He would become a mighty king. He would lead a mighty army. He would sail hordes of ships. He would conquer many villages. And he would rule them all.
He would eventually leave his brothers behind to squabble over his throne. That way he would know who was the strongest among them. Then he would allow the strongest of them to rule over other lands he conquered. He planned to keep his family united. And keeping his brothers under control would be easy by tossing them crumbs from his table.
Thorgaut knew that the great king already feared him. He could see the fear his eyes. Thorgaut knew that he could already challenge the king to a duel, kill him, and take his throne. He didn’t even have to wait for his father to die and suffer through a family feud. But Thorgaut wasn’t in any rush. He enjoyed his freedom to roam, hunt, and explore the land with his friends. He didn’t want to tie himself down to the duties of a king yet.
He would bide his time and slowly climb his way to the top. He knew that these raids allowed him to gain invaluable experience. Thorgaut enjoyed leading small bands of ships and warriors on these exploratory raids. He planned to start implementing his conquering strategy soon, but he wasn’t in any hurry. He was young and had plenty of time.
Thorgaut heard the howl of wolves off in the distance as he continued walking. A pack of wolves preparing for their nightly hunt. He smiled. He loved wolves. All wolves. They were majestic creatures.
He wasn’t afraid because knew they wouldn’t attack him. He had seen plenty of game in the woods throughout the day. There was easier prey to be had in the woods. They wouldn’t attack him unless he posed a threat to them. But Thorgaut knew he could handle them even if they did attack.
Wolves were no match for him. He had faced down a pack of them three summers ago during the time of the great famine. Everyone was hungry and his sister extremely ill.
Thorgaut had shot a deer, and a pack of six white forest wolves wanted to fight him for it. He knew they had been waiting jump the deer. But Thorgaut killed it first.
He needed it for his family. He felt bad and would have left it for them if it hadn’t been for the famine in the land. His sister needed the nourishment.
He tried to shoo them off, but they wouldn’t leave. They moved between him and the freshly killed deer. Then they attacked. The leader of the pack rushed him first.
Thorgaut had already prepared his bow. He had made it himself. It was long and powerful. None of the other men in his village could fire it. It had taken him a long time to build up the strength and stamina to bring it under his control. But after that he had shot farther and better than any of the other warriors in his village.
Thorgaut let the arrow fly and his shot rang true. He bowled the wolf over with a massive arrow straight to the chest.
A second wolf followed close behind, but fell when he sank his ax through its skull. “It was almost too easy,” he thought to himself.
Two other wolves attacked in unison. He ran one through with his sword. Then he kicked the other back as it snapped at the legging of his thick fur pants.
Thorgaut attempted to shake it off and swat it away with the broad edge of his sword. It pulled back from the blow, but then dove back in for a second attack. This time Thorgaut felt the pressure and its teeth on his leg. He drove the sword down through its neck above the shoulder blades.
The other two wolves had ignored the fight and started tearing into the deer’s underbelly. He yelled at them and they paused trying to decide what to do. Thorgaut picked up his bow and pulled the ax out from the wolve’s head before it froze in the blood and brains.
The wolves looked at the meal before them trying to decide if it was worth the fight. They looked at each other and then lowered their heads to growl in unison as they turned to face him.
“Okay, boys. So, you wanna fight, do you? Let’s go!”
There’s a common problem I see with a lot of new Twitter users. They’re excited about the platform and meeting new people. But they’re stuck at 5,000 followers. And then they get frustrated and quit using the platform and their digital marketing efforts.
Me? I never had that problem. I couldn’t get past 2,000 followers. And that was after years of trying. Yep. I admit. I’m a quitter. I’m not the kind to really stick with something. Call me lazy.
But a few months back I stumbled across a Twitter User and a Twitter Tool that changed social media for me.
Long story short, after 4 months of using the tool as I was taught, I had 40,000 new followers. All I do is use this one tool to do 6 different things every day.
[Update in July 2018: Over 64,000 followers now. It just keeps growing and growing.]
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All you do is log in and follow the suggested steps because
It recommends people to follow based on your interests
It tells you who your new followers are so you can follow them back and engage with them
It shows you which tweets you should like and comment on based on similar interests
It suggests retweets your followers will love and…
It also tells you who stopped following you so you can focus on people who are interested in your tweets
You can also connect your blogs and other social media accounts to share your content on other platforms for SEO and backlinks.
It allows you to retweet your blog posts several times automatically over the next 30 days…which means it saves you the time of having to go in and do that manually.
So, not only do you get your content promoted to your Twitter followers, but it also pushes them out to your other social media platforms as well. That means you get new engagements and followers on Facebook, LinkedIn, Instagram, Pinterest, Youtube, Shopify, and numerous others I won’t take the time to name here.
Tap. Tap. Share.
40,000 new Twitter followers in four months aren’t something to shake a stick at.
The Easy Solution To Getting Unstuck On Twitter
Going back to the main problem Twitter users face that I mentioned right at the beginning of hitting the 5000 following limit?
CrowdFirehas a really easy solution. Just use their unfollow tool. It shows you exactly who’s not interested in your content or engaging with you so you can find other people who are.
But the best part is that CrowdFireis totally compliant with Twitter guidelines…which means that you won’t get your Twitter account banned or suspended like you do with other tools.
Ahem, yes. I admit that I’ve been there and done that. I tried out this new tool that promised to be easier than CrowdFire. Week later I got suspended for a few days. And I wasn’t even going over the daily Twitter limits.
So, I’m back to using CrowdFire again and growing again.
At last count, I was up at 45,250 followers.
Yesterday, my CrowdFirereport card shows I got 403 new followers. And that’s because it was a really busy day at work and I didn’t have time to do much more than the basics.
But you know what? It’s not about the numbers.
Why I Really Use Twitter & My Secret Motivation
The real fun on Twitter is getting to meet amazing new people and make new friends. I’ve met and interacted with:
Authors from Australia
Business consultants from South Africa
Scriptwriters from the USA and
I even got a nice shirt from someone in Brazil
People that I would never have met in ‘real’ life.
And remember that guy who showed me how to use CrowdFireand follow the 6 Step Formula?
Great news! Art: Final Battle is now available on Kindle. I am super excited. And we released it on Kindle Unlimited right from the start.
So, if you are already a Kindle Unlimited reader, you can read it free. Well, you do pay your Kindle Unlimited subscription, so it’s not totally free. But you know what I mean. You don’t have to pay anything else to read it because it’s already available for you.
So, go ahead and download Art: Final Battle to your Kindle to read today.
More News About Art: Final Battle
This is just the beginning. Here are the things I’m currently working on with Art: Final Battle…
Audible Audiobook – The audio version has been recorded and will soon be available on Audible. Art: Final Battle audiobook is currently going through their quality assessment review. But, if you want to listen to the audiobook, I can let you download it from my dropbox. Just send me a copy of your receipt and I will send you a link to the download page.
Portuguese Translation for Art: Final Battle is currently in the works through Google’s Translator Toolkit The first one I’m working on is Portuguese. So, let me know if you speak Portuguese and want to join our team to collaborate on the Portuguese translation of Art: Final Battle.
Art Series: I have several more stories planned for Art. Most of them have to do with his backstory and how he created the DNA-splicing machine that created Lucien and of course, we’ll fill in the details about his family.
Art’s DNA-splicing machine is just the catalyst that kicks off all the future stories and upcoming heroes and villains for all the 259+ story ideas that are currently rolling around in my head.
So, stay tuned. If you want updates directly in your inbox when I have a new story ready, make sure to sign up for my free story newsletter.
What if everyone hails you to be a great hero who would save them from their enemies and restore their land. They believe that you fulfill an ancient prophecy. Deep down though, you know that you aren’t who they think and can’t save them.
Dave, I started reading your book and I can't put it down. Writing a short story book isn't easy but you sir have a knack for storytelling. Excellent job. I highly recommend this book to anyone who's tired of reading boring novels wishing an author hurry and get to the point. Read 'Final Battle' here >>
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I thoroughly enjoyed this short, but sweet little story which follows Art as he battles wild beasts and a portal-opening villain named Lucien. From the get-go, this story was heavily action-packed and very pacy. Not only that, this story offers a glimpse into a whole new magical world that the author is planning on writing about. This book is just the beginning, and what an exciting read it was! Read 'Art's Final Battle' here >>
People love a good short story, and this is storytelling at its best. What I like the most is the crisp and funny and colorful language and likable characters smashing the evil Locryians while trying to save the world and fulfill a prophecy. The plot twist at the end was really good too. I highly recommend this book to anyone who wants to read something fresh or for a change of pace. I rate the book 5 Big Stars. Read Final Battle here >>>
Art is a scientist who has developed DNA-splicing technology to end disease and heal the sick.
Things take a turn for the worse when an ancient alien race tries to get their hands on his technology. They kill his wife. They kidnap his daughter. And force him to splice together DNA between a human and alien body.
Their goal? Create a host shell for an evil Locrylian demon. He plans to find a body, overrun the planet and enslave mankind.
Art manages to rescue his daughter and tries to escape. But the Myxolians capture him and force him to go on a suicide mission to close down Lucien’s portal.
They drop him off at the edge of a booby-trapped forest with a small team. They are immediately attacked by savage Axalot Hounds. Art learns that these are the smallest creatures that will be coming through the portal. The quaggars they truly fear will be much larger and almost impossible to kill.
Then Art watches helplessly as his team comes under attack by snipers hidden in the forest. And to top it all off, their one chance at victory get sucked away through a portal.
Now, Art is wounded, desperate, and at wit’s end.
Can he do whatever it takes to defeat the evil villain, close the portal, and save his daughter before it’s too late?
What will happen when everyone realizes that he isn’t the savior they had hoped for?
Lucien was once a regular Locrylian. That is until his jealous wife tried to poison him. A friend managed to save his soul even though the poison destroyed his body. Ever since then, he has wandered between worlds looking for a body he can inhabit once again.
He finds Art’s DNA-splicing technology and realizes he could use it to create a body for himself. Lucien forces Art into mixing Locrylian genes into a human body. Lucien almost succeeds. The Myxolians stop the transfer before his new body is complete through. Now, he is weak and dying. Lucien only has a few days to open a portal to transport his people from their dying planet before it’s too late.
Lucien plans to wipe out the human army, dominate the earth, and enslave mankind. Once they have control, he plans to transport his people to their new home on earth.
But can he succeed when Art and team kill off most of his men? Could Art be the awaited savior of his sworn enemies? Lucien has to make sure that Art won’t be able to foil his plans.
Elijah was once a wealthy merchant with many Locrylian slaves. Then the slaves rebelled, killed most of the population, and ravaged the land. Elijah escaped to earth. His sole mission in life is to keep the remaining band of Myxolians safe and avenge his losses.
His people believe the ancient prophecies of a Chosen One who restore their land and lead them home. He believes that Art is the one who will save them and regains hope once again.
He takes Art under his wing and tries to convince him that he could be their savior. Elijah tries to teach him to use the power freely available to one in his position. Art is stubborn though and refuses to believe.
Elijah realizes that they are on a suicide mission. He knows that he may not survive long enough to close the portal. But he persists in trying to pressure Art into realizing who he is and accept his destiny. Elijah chooses to believe that Art will be there to keep things under control once the portal opens. But when the portal opens, he realizes that Art really can’t control the wild beasts.
Now, how will they close the portal and stop the attack? Who will restore their land and lead them home? Is this the end of his race?
This is a 15,000 word story which comes out to about 70 pages and 108 minutes of audio.
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