Action / Adventure
Fictional War
Law Enforcement
Military Horror
Blood of Lynken (Juxta) is Fictional War + Epic Fantasy
https://www.amazon.com/Juxta-Magi-Blood-Lynken-Book-ebook/dp/B00JXQ8NC4/
Codename: BEAR is Law Enforcement + Science Fiction
https://www.amazon.com/Codename-Bear-Secret-Agent-Universe-ebook/dp/B00YQO5I44/ AUDIO
Unholy Monster War is Military Horror + Magic
https://www.amazon.com/Unholy-Monster-War-Governess-Chapters-ebook/dp/B0B7GQWPRR/
Everything is Action / Adventure. A little humor / comedy.
Fortune, Glory, Honor, and Conquest with side dishes of Rage and Fury.
Male fantasies. Positive or negative, I don’t know. Accurate assessment. Perhaps a forgotten art.
I try to build a racecar engine into my writing. I am human and maybe a couple slow spots per book.
Cast the dice, start on the sample, see where it leads. You may be surprised how readable my books are.
I will be the first male to stand up and declare I don’t like reading. But it’s not me, the industry produces a standardized product, and I don’t like the standard.
These little plants are Purple Artichoke seedings, I hope to dominate the Purple Artichoke markets. The image at the top of the page is a French Artichoke.
Not kids’ books. Teenagers, parent(s) read first. In 2024, teenagers seen stuff more graphic than my books.
I am my first reader. I read them more than anybody. I have to love my own books.
My art. I created this, not a committee. People mostly fixed typos. A few cheered me on.
Tell your friends
My print books use 12 Point Times New Roman
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Copyright 2024, Geoffrey C Porter, do not use it to train Artificial Intelligence, you do not have that right, or to copy this text into any other system.
History Lesson
Before Jesus walked the Earth, a young boy helped in the fields, me. Too many thistles popped up. Every year more. A nightmare in patches. Impossible to kill. Always coming back. Flowers so pretty. I started eating the flowers. Elders noticed I didn’t die.
So one great elder spoke up. “We eat the flowers.”
I ate them the first. Generations followed. We grew the biggest and tastiest thistle weed flowers. They named them Artichokes, my name.