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Dr. Maria Church Author- LOVE-BASED LEADERSHIP Transform Your Life with Meaning and Abundance

LOVE-BASED LEADERSHIP  Transform Your Life with Meaning and Abundance

by Dr. Maria Church



Available now from Balboa Press by visiting balboapress.com.

You can order this title at your local bookseller or preferred on-line retailer.

978-1-4525-0102-4 (SC ISBN)

978-1-5425-0104-8 (HC ISBN)

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Peggy and Randy Ford Authors- FOUND OUR WAY 29th Installment

7. Kuala Lipis, Pahang. After spending two weeks in Kota Bharu, we rode our bikes 43 miles south to a small town called Kuala Krai (cutting $8 Malay off our train fare). The evening there was very pleasant because we bumped into a Peace Corps couple. They invited us to eat supper with them. We exchanged news and suggested some places for them to go in the Philippines. (They were the only volunteers we visited in Malaysia, the only volunteers we visited anywhere. There were about 500 Peace Corps volunteers in Malaysia then, but we didn’t see them.)

The next morning we took what turned out of to be a rather lengthy train ride south through the center of the country. It reminded us of transportation in the Philippines: we were told the trip took about five hours, but we left Kuala Krai at 5:30 a.m. and reached our destination (Kuala Lipis) sometime after 6:00 that evening (9 hours). The ride itself was quite beautiful, passing through rubber plantations, across many rivers, and through some rather thick jungle. We thought we’d cross some mountains, but we went through several tunnels instead. To me the most memorable creature we saw was a huge monitor lizard.

Kuala Lipis is the closest town of any size to the national park. There was a government “rest house” (like a hotel) there, where we made inquiries about going into the park. The last leg of the trip was by boat, and we were told that it cost $120 Malay to hire a boat for the trip in. Obviously we didn’t have that kind of money, but we thought that we might be able to squeeze in when someone else had one hired. A boat was making a trip that day, but it was full because of hauling supplies. The next trip wouldn’t be for five days, and a fellow at the rest house thought we could go then. In the meantime, we were sort of camping out in a garage behind the rest house. We were paying $2.00 Malay a night, a dollar less than the cheapest hotel we stayed in. Also, we cooked our own meals, so we were able save a little that way.

We fell into a lazy routine, sleeping until 8:30 or 9:00. We would get up, cook eggs and boil water for tea, a process that took nearly an hour if our little stove wasn’t feeling energetic. After doing the dishes (with no running water) and reading the paper, Peggy would do some wash, and I usually wrote for a while. Then it would be lunchtime … our basic meal being hard-boiled eggs, cucumbers, a local fruit called lonsat, and bread and kaya (native jam made from coconut milk and eggs.) The afternoon was reserved for reading, sleeping, writing, working crossword puzzles, and sometimes doing more washing.

Supper was a major operation on our stove, which had to be pumped constantly, but we enjoyed cooking our own food. (We always had rice and hot tea. Our meat varied: fresh fish, dried fish, canned meatballs and gravy (from Australia), stewed pork, or duck (both from China). The Chinese fellow in the rest house taught us a delicious way to cook vegetables. We’d buy 30 cents Malay worth of leafy vegetables (we tried three kinds) and 20 cents Malay worth of fresh shrimp, add some oil, and cook them together in a frying pan. The sweetness of the shrimp would keep the greens from being bitter. While we waited, Peggy was frustrated because there were no English bookstores in Kuala Lipis, so she spent much of her time working crossword puzzles.

8. Our lazy life ended on August 21 (1969). A major in the British Army (stationed in Singapore) had reserved a boat into the park. Since he had only two daughters with him (his wife was expecting in three weeks, and his son was recuperating from being stung by a cone shell), there was plenty room for us. We met Major Smith the night before, and during our conversation Peggy mentioned that the $120 Malay was more than we could afford for a boat. That was the first he had heard of its being so expensive, although he had been corresponding with park officials.

We made arrangements to leave our bicycles and some of our extra stuff in the garage where we had been staying – for a $1.00 Malay a day. At the last moment we found out that we could leave our stuff at an army station around the corner for free. So Peggy went with Major Smith and his daughters to the train station, while I took care of the bikes. I just almost missed the train because it turned out that a general was arriving that day and the army people didn’t want our large messy basket (and bikes) cluttering up their place. So I had to lug everything back to the place where we had been staying. I arrived at the station three or four minutes before the train pulled out.

The train ride took about an hour and took us within two miles of where we were to catch the boat. When we got off the train, Major Smith began inquiring about the price. The fee was $12.50 or $15 (depending on the size of the boat) plus the cost of the gas: 46 gallons at $2.60 per gallon one way! So the major had a conference with his daughters, and they decided they’d rather spend the $200 or so it would have cost them going up the East Coast. So that was the end of our trip to the park. We spent a pleasant afternoon eating a picnic lunch with the Smiths and walking two miles to the river and back, while we waited for the 7:15 train back to Kuala Lipis. At one point we were caught in a downpour. Major Smith’s daughters thought we should get out of it, but we had no where to go. So the major shrugged and threw up his hand, and we all waited the storm out under a tree.

Peggy and Randy Ford

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Joe Sweeney Author- MAD QUEEN’S CHESS


by Joe Sweeney

Science Fiction- Alternative History


Inspector Chioe Robson is New Scotland Yard’s newest rising star.  But her brilliance begins to ebb when she’s assigned to Kolkata to assist the local police in solving a number of cases oddly connected by a  common theme: the game of chess.  Members of an underground society, identified only as chess pieces, are subtly influencing powerful members of the British nobility, often using the Checking Piece Courier Service to carry obscure messages.  As she struggles to adjust to Hindi culture, she must work with the sedate Inspector Vinay Banerjee of the Kolkata Police to answer two puzzling questions: who are those “chessman” and what is their objective?


Joe Sweeney was conceived in Alabama and born in Upstate New York (a relative location).  He spent the next 18 years in the tow of his Air Force family, living in all four corners of the States- Florida, Arizona, Northern California and Maine …  and picking up five more siblings along the way.  As a child he loved to write, but high school had somehow transformed him into a geek.  He spent the next 30 years programming computers, at first as a hobby and in later years as a career.  Now living in Arizona and in his 50’s, he has decided it’s time to return to his first love – writing.

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Maxwell Alexander Drake Author- FARMERS & MERCENARIES and MORTALS & DEITIES


by Maxwell Alexander Drake

2009 Moonbeam Fantasy Winner & Named Dragon Roots Magazine’s Best New Fantasy Saga 2009

Read the first five chapters of FARMERS & MERCENARIES AT http://www.genesisofoblivion.com

Book Two of the Critically Acclaimed and Award-Winning Saga MORTALS & DEITIES

Available Worldwide at All Major Book Sellers

Without hesitation, Klain pounched.  He crashed down on the old fighter before the two bodies could slide to a stop.  Grabbing the warrior’s helm by its face guard, Klain jabbed his sharp claws through the eye slit, digging them into the unseen flesh within.  The sound of the man’s scream bit at his ears as he pushed his claws as deep as the would go.  Hooking his thumb under the chinstrap that held the piece of armor in place, it became wrapped in a spongy, warm embrace as it penetrated the soft fleshy underside of the Human’s jaw.  His arm muscles bulged under the strain of closing his fist over the front of the face armor.  A crackling of bones rang out from the helmet, and the screams emanating from it became a gurgle.  Klain listened with satisfaction to his foe choking on his own blood.  Ripping the helm up and off, the beast tore away whatever part of the warrior’s face he still held in his grasp.

Standing, Klain dropped his arm to his side and stared down at the corpse.  His hackles rose.  The icy hand of terror gripped his core.  He whipped around, searching for the source of his unease.  Then he knew.


Surveying the stands, Klain tensed his muscles in anticipation of the next test to be thrown at him.  The crowd stood, leaning over the rails.  All sound fled from them.  Fear burned deep in Klain’s veins.

How can I survive a host that will not rest until I bleed out my life for them?  It is not me against those they send to kill me.  It is me against them!  I cannot win.

“The characters of FARMERS & MERCENARIES are well-developed.  Their stories are told in alternating chapters, and readers easily become invested in the fate of each.  The pace of the book is quick and the story lines solid.  Readers will turn pages late into the night just to find out what will happen next.  With FARMERS & MERCENARIES, fans of the fantasy genre have another group of characters to get to know and love.  I can’t wait for the next in the series.”- Lindsey Losnedahl  Las Vegas Review Journal

“Drake’s story reaches in and takes control page after page.  Not since Cain and Abel has the conflict between siblings been so masterfujly crafted in such a way that every reader can sympathize with and absorb.”- Rocco, Editor in Chief Dragonroots Magazine

“This is a magnificent addition to the GENESIS OF OBLIVION SERIES, series, and one that begs for a sequel.  The richly developed world leaves me wanting more, just as the first novel did.  I can’t wait to return to Talic’Nauth!  Overall- an incredible, captivating read.”- James Starke RantingDragon.Com


2009 Moonbeam Fantasy Award for Excellence in Literature and named Dragonroots Magazine’s Best New Fantasy Saga of 2009


In a sleepy farming stead, a young man, Alant Cor, is found to be one of the few Humans who can manipulate the Essence.  And, not simply manipulate it.  Alant has more power over this magical force than any Human in known history.  Does his younger brother, Arderi Cor, possess the same ability, or something more sinister?

Clytus Rillion, the commander of a mercenary troop, embarks on a quest to cure his dying son, Sindian.  Though he doubts he will survive the journey, he will pay any price to save his son’s life.

The beast, known only as Klain, born a slave and now used t9 entertain the masses in a bloodthirsty sport known as the Games, finds out his true value to those who own him lies with his death.

All are resigned to walk the paths fate has put them upon.  Yet, is this of their own accord?  Or, is an ancient and powerful race, the Elmorr’ Antiens, manipulating the other inhabitants of Talic’ Nauth?  Change is falling upon the Plane.  Some Elmporr’ Antiens are making preparations to weather the storms ahead- others intend to use the coming chaos to seize power over all the races.

Follow these seemingly unrelated lives as their paths are set on a course that none can hope to survive.  Readers of the GENESIS OF OBLIVION SAGA will immerse themselves in the depth of a unique world culture, the grandeur of its civilization, and the sheer awe of more than ninety-six thousand years of history!

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