Sorcerers’ Dynasty by Stephen Perkins Book Review by The Page Turner

SORCERERS' DYNASTY by [Perkins, Stephen]

  • Print Length: 344 pages
  • Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
  • Publication Date: October 9, 2017
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B076C1FVHV

 

 

 

 

 

My Rating ♥♥♥♥♥

 

My Review: 

This was the fourth book by this author and I believe this was my favorite thus far. As in most of Perkins’ books, things are rarely as they seem. Yet the way it was written allowed for a seamless flow. The characters all had a purpose and were determined to reach their prescribed solution. What was fun, was the twists and turns in the plot. Once they occurred it made sense but sometimes as the author sometimes does so well, they seem to take a life of their own. People are not as they seem and things are never as they appear.

The characters were interesting to follow. One example is the President of the United States, She was quite unique and never ceased to amaze me.  Dan Sheraton was another character that had me eating out of the palm of his hand. He was hell-bent on finding out what was actually going on behind the icy walls of the Arctic.  He was chasing down leads all over the world and finding what had eluded most for centuries. There are dangers all around and Dan was willing to face them for the truth.  He was even willing to face up to the largest corporation in the world, Serenity.

This was an entertaining read that included many aspects from the news today. I enjoyed how these moments in history were given a new life.  This author is completely in a level of his own. He surpasses what people expect and gives us something truly individual. This book is a one of a kind read.  You will appreciate finding Stephen Perkins and his creative take on this world.

Where to find Sorcerers’ Dynasty: 

This work of fiction can be found on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle.

 

 

 

EURYALE by Stephen Perkins: A Featured Fun Guest Post

Copyright 2017/Star born publishing LTD. This is a work of fiction, a product of the author’s imagination and cannot be reproduced without express permission. Any similarity between the created characters and persons now living or deceased is purely coincidental.

EURYALE

(Iraq, near Mosul, 2003, Operation Desert Storm)


Bullet riddled, brittle and broken, he awoke, prone upon a blood-soaked Iraqi dune. Astonished, Dow found a shepherd girls soft, healing hands everywhere upon him, drawing out the pain. Until, he was magically whole again.

Lethargic lids slid open.

From the zenith of a cloudless blue canopy, a merciless sun scorched drowsy eyes. Possessing some strange power, the mysterious girl had seemingly rescued him from death’s fiery darkness.

“Who are you,” Sergeant Dow said. “Where are you from?”

Slowly, she removed the black burqa, serene smile blooming upon angelic features. Dow’s stubble strewn face riddled with wonder. He felt her soft reply flow into the brain like the waters of a trickling brook. And yet, crimson lips made no attempt to form syllables.

“I am Euryale. You shall soon know where to find me. And, I shall be waiting!”

Up over the horizon, Dow heard the whining rotors of a helicopter, and shielding his eyes from the sun, turned to look.

“But how will I…” he said, turning back, anticipating her sweet gaze.

But, Euryale had mysteriously disappeared.     

***

Flown back to the green zone in Mosul, Dow reported to Colonel Stansfield Booth.

Walking through the office door, steely hazel eyes looked right through him.

It was as if the old man, hat decked with ‘scrambled eggs’, and more medals hung on his immaculate uniform than ornaments on the Sergeant’s Christmas tree back home in Omaha, possessed vision boring right through the skin, straight to the soul beneath.

Sitting in front of the colonel’s enormous desk, Dow felt his parched throat gulp. Blood wildly throbbing, he realized this was the moment of truth. His career in the US Marine Corps was on the line. He knew old man Booth, an iron chinned full bird colonel, wasn’t likely to believe the truth. Or, would he? How best explain the unexplainable, about Euryale, the simple shepherd girl brought him miraculously back from death’s inevitable brink?

Sergeant Dow’s pulse raced, skin growing hot as if he were standing in a burning building. His arid throat gulped again. Now, Dow considered, I must tread carefully. The old man might even decide to throw me in the brig. Maybe, even court marshaled.

Outside, the colonel’s spartan office, night blanketed the sun baked terrain of the Iraqi desert wastes.

The old man’s deep baritone ruptured the thick silence like a fog horn.  

“Alright, Sergeant,” the old man’s deep baritone rumbled. “Out of nine men sent to find the insurgents outside the Green zone destroyed ammo and weapons dumps last week near Mosul, including your squadron commander, Captain Welsh-only you survived,” the colonel detailed.

Puzzlement etched Dow’s rugged features.

The Colonel seemed almost disappointed.    

Dread buzzed in the Sergeant’s brain like angry wasps.

Sweat beaded his darkened brow.

“It was almost like they were waiting for us, Sir,” Dow’s mid-western drawl wobbled. “These insurgents were clever,” he tried to explain, with more urgency. “They had some sniper hiding in the hills. Picked us off one by one. I suggested to Welsh we retreat, and hump it back to recon. Let the helicopter gun-ships turn those hills into a parking lot!”  

The Sergeant fidgeted, wanting desperately to tell the old man what most of the squadron had really thought of Captain Welsh, some high-hat Ivy grad just out of officers training-dressed up to play hero in some Marine recruiting video.

“I tried to tell him, sir, once the action started getting too hot, how we should’ve humped it back here double time,” Dow tried to plead. “But, like I said these insurgents were smart. They seemed to know how to hit us and when, like they had a game plan-knocked out our vehicles, our satellite and ground communications destroyed. They were waiting for us!”

The colonel tapped steel boned fingers on the desk.

“Go on Sergeant?”

“It was like they could read our minds, what we were going to do,” Dow replied. “These weren’t, well, I got a good look at them, sir!”

Dow scraped a trembling hand over his sweat slicked pate. Booth poked a button on the desktop red telephone.

“And, what did you observe, Sergeant,” Booth demanded.

Dow sensed the old man already knew the answer.

“These were no regular insurgents, sir,” Dow stammered. “Their weaponry was anything but conventional!”

The poker faced old man merely pursed his stern lips, steel boned chin bobbing once in acknowledgment. The red phone buzzed, and Dow’s trembling hands gripped sweat soaked face.

“Excuse me, Sergeant,” the old man related.

Dow looked up, cruel shadow casting over. Booth’s ursine frame rose out of the chair to full height. Deliberate and heavy steps tapped towards an adjacent black door.

“Colonel,” a civilian bureaucrat greeted Booth as the door thudded shut behind. “As you know, Operation Desert Storm is highly classified. This war on terror is merely a cover for testing these AI ‘super units’ out in the field. Lately, my Pentagon colleagues are not pleased with the less than stellar ‘collateral damage’ statistics. I’m holding you personally responsible for this glaring failure!”

The old Colonel stood at ease, stone faced while the berating bureaucrat sat half-shrouded in darkness.

“Now,” the bureaucrat snapped. “You are dismissed!”

With his ear settled close to the keyhole, Dow scurried for the office door. Somehow, he had to find Euryale. Sprinting towards the collection of Jeeps, he raced off into the night.

His career, life, would never be the same.

Swirls of dust kicked up in the wake of the racing Jeep. Now, well outside the Green Zone, he jammed the breaks and skidded to a stop.

There she was, Euryale, illuminated in the spill of the headlights

“Are you ready to come with me?”

The words floated like butterflies in the mind.

Softly, he took her hand, basking in her angelic smile. Rainbow funnels of light descended from the dark sky, and together, they were swept up.

Stephen Perkins is the author of Raging Falcon and American Siren as well as his latest book Escape To Death. All three books are available on Amazon. You can read more on his blog Newsspellcom.org Watch for his new release coming soon!

Book Review: American Siren by Stephen Perkins

AMERICAN SIRENAMERICAN SIREN by Stephen Perkins

  • Paperback: 409 pages
  • Publisher: Independently published (November 16, 2016)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 151903007X
  • ISBN-13: 978-1519030078

My Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

Continue reading “Book Review: American Siren by Stephen Perkins”

Mystery Thriller Week Book Review: Raging Falcon by Stephen Perkins

RAGING FALCONRAGING FALCON by Stephen Perkins

 

 

  • Print Length: 346 pages
  • Publisher: STAR BORN PUBLISHING LLC. (September 18, 2016)
  • Publication Date: September 18, 2016
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B01LYJFTG2

My Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Continue reading “Mystery Thriller Week Book Review: Raging Falcon by Stephen Perkins”