The Anti God: Birth

The Teaser for Book 2


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In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

In the void and emptiness lie an entity, slithering in the fissures of space and time. An ire lying in waiting as the shadows stirred, warning of intrusion. The new being who called itself “God“ billowed into the inky depths of her domain and boiled at the tolerance of its owner. Swift warnings were sent out as the darkness stalked the light bringer. Darkness coiled around the one called God before he knew it, for she was the expanse of all that he could see and he was but a spark. With the ignition of the light, Darkness recoiled and hissed, seeking to envelope the light, and snuff it out. But God continued to create in exponential rates. The sound of music from God’s children whom he called “Angels“ rose outward from the Light like missiles into Darkness forcing its retreat.

In Darkness’ revenge, beings were created to destroy the Angels. Small serpents crawled out from her and into the blackness where the life began to stir. Four daughters emerged, hair like black shadows and gnashing of teeth. Around their wrists were the serpents, devouring their own tails, and binding them to the Mother. Darkness was pleased at the Daughter’s hunger, and she sent them out to seek the Angels. With vicious and insatiable appetite the angels were devoured one after another.  God’s creations scattered and questioned their maker on why he allowed them to be devoured. Why did he not fight to save them?

The leader of those that would question was called “Lucifer“. Relentlessly, he went to God and would plead for the life of his brothers; For his Father to stand up and avenge the death of the Children. God seemed pleased at the war and did nothing, waving Lucifer off while he watched the sport of the killings with renewed interest and amusement.

Lucifer took it upon himself to seek out Darkness and plead with her on behalf of his brothers. Darkness was entranced with the beauty of Lucifer and granted him her counsel, whispering in his ear. The voice slithered into his ear like oozing honey, spreading through his spirit and being until he was tainted with Darkness. When Lucifer opened his eyes, he saw with renewed sight. God’s indifference toward his children spurned within Lucifer something he had never known before; rage. When Lucifer returned to God’s throne, God could see that his creation had been tainted. It was a direct attack on God’s person, one that he was not prepared for. He cast Lucifer out of the light and into Darkness’ embrace.

When Lucifer returned, Darkness continued her counsel with him and together they sought to destroy God. Knowing that God’s weakness was his creations, Darkness and Lucifer set out to corrupt and taint all that was his, systematically snuffing out his light in an eternal celestial war. With her new ally, Darkness, and her daughters began building an army. God’s animals were slaughtered, God’s man was seduced, God’s woman was molested, and in turn, every child born from them would bear Darkness’ taint. Eons would pass before temples and churches were built to honor and worship God. Lucifer began to create his own army with Darkness’ whispers promising him power and vengeance. Lucifer recruited his brethren from God’s ranks, devils who would turn their backs on their Father, and possess God’s newer, more loved creatures. Corruption fed their jealousy for a while but soon, a greater need existed; the need to destroy. The Fallen would lead the lamb to the slaughter.

Darkness did not stop there, though. She would slither into the shadows of the churches and temples, whispering her words of honey and corruption into the ears of the men of God. Seducing them, she would drag them back to her lair where they were violently tortured and fed her taint. It was another direct blow to God’s ranks. In God’s fury there was finally a declaration of war. Darkness and Lucifer raised up their army and met on the river banks where Light and Darkness met. The clear water soon ran red with the fire of both sides’ rage. Lost souls were destined to burn in that river for eternity, serving as a reminder of their purpose.

Once Upon a Time..

Ladies and Gentlemen..

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Keeping my sense of humor

OK. Let me give you guys the run down and just ramble a little. Rambling helps me keep my sanity. I don’t know if you can keep yours while I ramble but right now, I just need to do it, and I’m no where near my “writing tablet” so I can’t work on the second book. I’m also too distracted with the clusterf*ck on The Unsaintly’s First Edition. (Again, sorry about that)


Let’s start with Self-Publishing, shall we?

Why did I choose to do it? I answered this question in Heath’s interview (hint: go there and read it) but I’ll revisit it here. I worked hard on my book. Put years into it. Research, time, studying, money, etc. I built the following, I built the market, I did the footwork, I put every ounce of blood, sweat and tears into it. I didn’t worry about anything until it was time to actually publish the book and then the option of Self-Publishing became such an easy option compared to what it was ‘back in the day’ that I decided to try it.

Then I joined GoodReads. First, let me just say that GoodReads is an awesome site and the readers there, for the most part, are awesome. But I do have to kind of shake my finger a little bit. Some of the best writing, and creativity I’ve seen in a long time, has come from self-published authors. The amount of abuse that they get for typos and grammatical error (I’m not talking about gross errors, I’m talking about things that can be, and should be, overlooked) is akin to outright bullying and snobbery. I’m not saying this because my book contains these things. (Bring on your abuse because I have thick skin, and I can definitely laugh at myself for mistakes. Can you?)

You do realize there are no professionals going through their work with a fine tooth comb to ensure there is editorial bliss, correct? And, you realize all the big time published authors/books/etc are swept and combed meticulously for these mistakes, and that we’re spoiled when we read them, yes? By the way, I’ve found errors in those book, too. I’d personally be more hard on the big named publishers for errors then the self-pubbed.  You basically paid for the service of editorial bliss when you paid for your higher priced book, and if it was less than perfect, you should complain. The book is no better in content, story-wise, than any self-pubbed book that makes it to the #1 chart.

Otherwise, in world of text messages and emails containing “u” “lol” “sry” etc.. Let’s ease up on the bitchiness. Unless it’s completely unreadable.

Oddly enough, this somehow ties into the recent death of Robin Williams, which has been on my mind a lot.

How? Why? 

I know you are asking yourself how the Hell these tie into one another. Grab a cup of coffee, somehow this will all start to make sense..

When the news of Robin hit me, I wasn’t sure how to react. Robin is…was.. from Chicago, my hometown. He reminded me a lot of my step-father, with whom I happened to be very close to. They were both extremely funny; both could make you laugh so hard you’d beg for them to stop so you could gasp for a single breath. They both had a generosity, sincerity, and gentleness that is rare to find in many people. You may find one or two of the qualities in a single person. But very rarely, all three. Add in God-given talent, and you have the “unicorn” of human beings.

Both of them had these almost eerie, crystal blue eyes that were so clear yet .. behind them, was an impenetrable wall you could just never quite get past. Always thinking. Always something more going on behind them. Always saying ten more words than what you’ll ever hear come out of their mouths. The one thing I remember about Robin Williams while watching him as a child, as he made everyone else laugh, was saying to my father, “He’s laughing but he looks like the saddest man in the world.”

I want to pause here and digress back into the self-publishing conversation because this entire road has been hard for me. I put a book out there and it is like a child to me, everyone that’s read it, friend or stranger, has told me they loved it (when it wasn’t messed up.. GRRRR).. It’s an amazing feeling.

So to think of authors that love to create, to make things, to put them out there and don’t have the money for an editor (Which is really expensive. Friends and family don’t catch everything despite what you think) get bashed for a stupid typo? This goes for everything.. Painters, Dancers, etc.. I’m not expecting someone that’s self-taught to get onto the stage and suddenly sing Rigoletto for Houston Grand Opera, OK? But I’m saying that if they got on stage and sang for a crowd, and someone made fun of his pronunciation during a performance (yes, even if he got PAID for it), I’d consider a good ole slap in the mouth for the heckler.

Conversely, if you’re going to criticize someone, give them something to go on to get better. “Your character didn’t have much depth because….”  or “I didn’t like how your story’s flow picked up then fizzled out…” etc. Give examples.  Don’t tell someone “OMG, you totally left out a word and I could not read anymore, so I gave up. WTF. DO NOT buy this book!!!”

When Robin left this world, it was like my father left all over again. A light went out. Laughter stopped, again. Another dark corner in the world opened up. Robin didn’t care if you were just starting out, and looking for a shot, he treated you like you were on the same level with him. The saddest thing of all was that he was projecting all the love he could never feel, onto the rest of the world. I’ve been there..and I still feel it creeping on the nape of my neck in the dark. My son feels it. We can look into each others’ eyes and see it, and recognize the Beast. It’s a Demon that cannot be exorcised.

I guess my point in the rambling is that humans have lost tolerance for one another. We hurt animals for “fun”. We abuse our children, spouses, and elderly. We are apathetic. We are numb. We are in denial.

This is not to say that we should wear kid gloves around one another and sugar coat life so that we can sing around a campfire. I believe we should always be truthful about things. I’d rather be hurt but know that you’re telling me the truth so I can face it and learn from it. Whatever “IT” is. I also know that if I learn to be hurt, I learn how to get over it! Children today don’t know how to deal with emotions, so most of them explode..or worse, they retreat /shut down.

I’m sad because I turn to the internet to learn. I want to seek out something and experience thoughts and opinions from my brothers and sisters that live on all points of this vast planet. Places that I cannot get to due to finances, war, etc.

I want to hear you speak about your lives, your thoughts, real issues, and your creative stories. I don’t care how you spell it unless it is truly distracting. If every sentence is “you’re uncle is great…I can’t beleive theirs know butter” then yeah we might have to sit down and talk about maybe just doing an audio and/or YouTube version of your story/article.

Start being productive in your criticisms, and stop wasting cyberspace with negativity. Most of us deal with it in our everyday lives as it is. Here’s an exercise for those of you that insist on tarnishing a book’s review due to typos and minor errors: for every criticism, find something you liked, or something positive to say. Even if it was just the book cover.

Stop The Presses…IMPORTANT!



Okay so it is with a very heavy heart that I have to tell you that I have decided to pull and retire The Unsaintly book and I will be Re-Releasing it because apparently when I edited the book the first time, I must have confused the files and approved the wrong one. I have to apologize to everyone because I couldn’t catch all the mistakes before meeting the deadline I promised everyone. I will replace all the books that I sold and resign all of them that you have purchased, just email me:

This NEW release will not take long. It will be very quick, however it won’t be available in the same markets for a few weeks, it will go through the same marketing reviews before becoming available. Once again, I deeply apologize for the mix up.



Catching Up Before the Tempest

Hello everyone and good morning!

I wanted to catch up with you guys and put some proper wordage (that’s my new word) down before I go into hideaway status to start on Book Two to The Unsaintly series.

Firstly, my thanks to the loyal fans that hung around while I put together this whole thing. You guys have waited so long. I just hope that I have not let you down! 

Secondly, I need to apologize for the main website lacking updates. To be very honest.. I’m exhausted Lmao!  But in a good, fun way. I would not change anything.

The Unsaintly page will get a revamp I promise.  Until then, the best place for updates is Facebook. Official Unsaintly Facebook

I have put together my Goodreads author page and there is a giveaway on there!  You can ask me questions, add yourself as a fan so I can get to know you and what you like to read, and most of all share our love of books.
Official Goodreads Author Page.

I also have an Amazon Author Page. Is there any place else you’d like to see myself or the book that you haven’t already?  Please let me know! Official Amazon Author Page

If you’ve bought the book and read it, please give me a review on your favorite site. If you’re a blogger, please link me!  Thank you everyone, for everything. If you don’t see me as active, that means I’m writing!