Delve Deep Into The Cycle of Ages Saga at Rob-Con (Saturday & Sunday, July 29-30, 2017)

Upcoming author appearance this weekend! Come out for signed copies of Cycle of Ages Saga: Delve Deep and more!

The Cycle of Ages Saga

Jeremy Hicks, the co-creator of the Cycle of Ages Saga, will return to Viking Hall in Bristol, Tennessee this weekend for Rob-Con 2017. He will be there to showcase the release of Cycle of Ages Saga: Delve Deep, the mind-blowing third installment in the series and his first novel as a solo writer.

Come to our table on the stage if you’d like a signed copy of Delve Deep or any of our novels or anthologies. We’ll also have a few selections from other authors available. Most paperbacks will be 2 for $20 all weekend, but you can buy the extant Cycle of Ages Saga novels at a discount (3 novels for $33).

If you take advantage of the three-volume Cycle of Ages Saga deal, you will also receive a FREE first-edition hardcover copy of Finders Keepers (while supplies last). Act quickly because the remaining first editions are extremely limited.

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Cycle of Ages Saga Enters New Edition with the New Year

Broke Guys Productions transitions to small-print press with these editions.

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To ring in the New Year, co-creators Jeremy Hicks and Barry Hayes would like to announce new editions of their gripping, action-packed dark fantasy novels in the Cycle of Ages Saga. Mr. Hicks—acting as publisher for their company, Broke Guys Productions—reacquired the rights to their first novel from Dark Oak Press and published new editions of Finders Keepers and Sands of Sorrow. With these recent releases, Broke Guys Productions transitions to a small-print press for genre novels and short stories after years of serving as a means to produce and promote their novels and screenplays.

Seeking to rebrand their flagship property, Hicks and Hayes commissioned Indonesian artist Enggar Adirasa to supply a vibrant series of covers for these editions. Using Adirasa’s artwork, author and artist D. Alan Lewis designed eye-catching covers that provide a unified aesthetic for the Cycle of Ages Saga. These editions of Finders Keepers and Sands of Sorrow are available online through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Books-a-Million in both paperback and e-book. Mr. Hicks is editing Delve Deep, the third installment in their saga. It is scheduled for release in 2017, but cover art will be revealed soon. Stay tuned!

Called “The Hobbit meets Heavy Metal” by author Michelle Lowery Combs, the Cycle of Ages Saga will conclude after five novels. However, short stories set on the world of faraway Faltyr can be found online through Dark Oak Press and Pro Se Productions. Deep Diving Death Defying Dwarves of the Deep is featured in the first Capes & Clockwork anthology. Savior of Istara is a story in the Pro Se Digital Single Shot Series. More stories are scheduled for release through Pro Se in the near future. In the words of Mr. Hicks, their saga was created “to provide a sandbox big enough for every fan of fantasy and horror.” Eventually, the creators hope to open up their world to other writers looking for a place to call home. In the meantime, they will continue to work on their novels and push the screenplay versions of the saga.

After a rough and tumble career in field archaeology, Jeremy Hicks teamed up with long-time friend Barry Hayes to realize their creative dreams. They created Broke Guys Productions, wrote screenplay versions and then novel versions of the Cycle of Ages Saga, and had Finders Keepers published by Dark Oak Press in 2013. Read more about them and their books at www.cycleofagessaga.com or www.jjeremyhicks.wordpress.com.

-ENDS-

Contact: Jeremy Hicks | email brokeguysproduction@gmail.com | Piedmont, Alabama

Eulogy for David Bowie, a Space Oddity Come to Earth

Pardon my absence from blogging throughout December. It was a shit month full of miserable, painful health issues. Hopefully, some of those are on the mend now with a new doctor. But it seems the new year is starting off on a rocky note too.

Today, we say good-bye to David Bowie, the Little Prince, the man who taught us there would be changes, and most perhaps importantly, taught us to love ourselves, no matter how much pressure we were under. Along with outspoken rock gods like Freddie Mercury, he helped cement my non-conformist personality, taught me to let me freak flag fly, and kept me speaking the truth no matter how uncomfortable it made others to hear.

In short, this timeline, our very reality, is diminished now that you have passed. May your greatest adventures await you across the Veil, Starman.

Nigh a decade ago or more, I “served” in Obsidian Fleet as Chief Tactical Officer aboard the USS Cerberus with a creative, fun crew of Star Trek fanfiction writers who helped spur my imagination too. They assisted me working on critical writing skills, such as dialogue, plotting, action sequences, and character development. However, we often did solo posts about our characters in their off-duty hours and such. This is one that I wrote as a tribute to David Bowie and his song “Space Oddity”, about unfortunate astronaut Major Tom, which felt appropriate Terran Thomas Jackson Lasitter, the headstrong young tactical officer I was playing at the time, who once upon a time arose to the rank of Captain with his own command. But that is another story for another day.

Today is a day to eulogize a man we all loved and respected. With this award-winning post, I paid tribute to him long ago, and I would like to share it with you now. I post it with the utmost respect to him and to any copyrights owned by others involved in this post. I do not, nor do I claim, ownership of any copyrights or lyrics associated with “Space Oddity” or “Star Trek.” I am simply a fan of both, paying tribute to them at the same time, much the same way both Gene Roddenberry and David Bowie combined science fiction and social issues with their respective media in innovative ways that changed us all forever. Thank you for that and more.

With love and respect, I humbly offer my submission to the Ziggy Stardust Society:

ON:

((Apollo Capsule. . .Command & Control. . .C.A. 1969 A.D.))

The radio blared to life. Tom’s eyes fluttered in his uneasy slumber. Someone was trying to contact him on the comm.

“Houston to Major Tom. Come on, Tom, wake up. Time to take your nourishment pills, put your helmet on, and go.”

Shaking off the artificially induced state, the young man wearing a mid-21st century Terran space suit blinked a few times and reached for the protein pack. Swallowing the gelatin-coated nourishment and washing it down with a powered orange drink, he was ready to proceed with the mission.

“Major Tom to Houston. I’m ready for Phase II at your discretion.”

“This is Houston, Tom. It’s time to leave the capsule if you dare.”

“Transmission acknowledged. . .I’m just stepping out the door.”

Several minutes passed before he had managed to maneuver outside of the capsule to the lander coupled to the underside of the slightly larger vessel. He settled into the cramped interior of the tiny craft and keyed the mike, “Houston, this is Tom. The Eagle is powered up, and I’m set to launch.”

“Houston to Major Tom. We all just want you to know that you’ve really made the grade. The newspapers want to know if you realize what kind of difference this will make for all of man.”

The young astronaut chuckled to himself. “Hey, I’m just up here floating in a tin can far above the world. I’m getting paid to look at stars as far as I can see. . .you guys are the ones dealing with the real problems back on Earth. This program is the one that has
made the difference. . .in me. Thanks for the opportunity to be here. Tell my family that I love them very much.

“They know, Tom. Check your ignition sequence, Major. . .we’re all set to go down here.”

Flipping several of the analog switches and dials to their mission ready positions, Tom joined ground control in the countdown for the release of the lunar lander from the orbiter capsule. At T minus Zero, the roughly hemispherical craft detached from the mothership and sped towards the pock-marked, desolate surface of the moon.

Moments later, the control panel of the lander flickered a few times and went dead. Tom worked furiously to reset the power, but it was a fruitless expenditure of energy. He knew that there was nothing that he could do.

“Houston to Major Tom, your circuits are dead. . .there’s something wrong. . .can you hear me, Tom. . .can you hear me, Tom. . .can you hear me, Tom. . .” the radio trailed off as the backup generator slowly died, plunging the cabin into almost total darkness.

Left floating in his tin can not far above the moon, he felt the gravity well begin to pull the ship towards the surface in an un-powered descent. Piloting the lander without the aid of the thrusters would be next to impossible, but he was determined not to crash and
burn. . .

Approaching the rough lunar landscape at not too steep of an angle, Tom would be surprised if the ship did not sheer apart on impact. Luckily, he managed to dump the volatile fuel mixture well before impact, so he should not have to worry about being consumed in a giant conflagration.

God’s love must have been with him because he lived long enough to wake up amidst the remains of his shattered vessel. Everything was ruined. . .well, almost everything. . .at least, his suit, his crash seat, and his body were intact. Tom was breathing in a most peculiar way, but he was thankful to be drawing air into his lungs at all.

Although it took him a while to untangle himself from the wreckage, he was in no hurry. After all, he was a long way from home and pick up was not only improbable but impossible.

Clear of the wreckage, the battered astronaut lumbered along the surface for the first and last time in his life. At last, he settled down on the edge of a monstrous, impassable crater and waited for the Earth to rise.

Planet Earth was blue. . .there was nothing left to do. Once the air was all but gone, Major Tom unlatched his helmet, lifted it up, and. . .

=/\=PROGRAM TERMINATED DUE TO CASUALTY.=/\=

Still clad in the space suit, Lieutenant Lasitter rose to his feet in the now empty holodeck and smiled at his creativity for holodeck programming. He just hoped that David Bowie would have been as proud of it, too.

OOC: These events occurred onboard the USS Cerberus. . .Deck
. . .Holodeck 2. . .Stardate 58248.8

OFF:

This off-the-wall tribute to “Ground control to Major Tom” brought to you by:

LT Thomas J. Lasitter (aka Jeremy Hicks)
CTO
USS Cerberus (NCC-77919)
TF-72B Black Ravens

==Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.==

From the Slushpile: Some Kind of Way Out of Here (Part Three)

Part Three is ready for you to read.

J. Jeremy Hicks -- Author

And here’s where it starts to get weird…

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### Part Three ###

The weak beams of their electric lanterns darted along the rough walls. The three enlisted men crossed one narrow stone bridge and then another as they explored the expansive main chamber. They signaled to us each time they located a passageway leading away from it. I signaled back with my hand-powered flashlight, while Minh plotted the archways on the map he’d started.

They’d found a total of five possible egresses from the central cavern. Wait, no, six, I reminded myself. The lieutenant had forgotten to include the stairway leading back to the surface temple, until I pointed it out to him. Based on the sketch map, I expected two more passageways to be discovered.

Here at the feet of an alien god, according to the map, we sat at the hub of a wheel of dharma. Minh would…

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Who Is Minimizing You In Your Own Head?

This well-written, thought-provoking article speaks to the heart of the problem with most writers’ insecurities, other people. It encourages all of us to shut down those nagging, naysaying voices of others that we carry with us long after those people are no longer in our presence. Read it. Meditate on it. And join the fight against your own inner demons by acknowledging the negative people in your life and minimizing their influence on your happiness, security, and creativity.

Source: Who Is Minimizing You In Your Own Head?