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This Science Fiction saga, splashed across the pages, with humanoids pitched against each other, giving a snapshot of what life was like in the distant future. Here we have Harondo, a half human with super powers pitted against XXT with super duper powers. Once XXT is activated, the nine day wonder, with its illy conceited pride, its mission is to wipe out a pantheon of 1.5 million humanoids until XXT is snowplowed to a stop by Harondo’s stellar performance. To get away from extinction, Harondo, along with DR. Raffle Zenlinsky and his daughter Sigamon, faced with evil, snatched the first opportunity to resist and be obliterated or escape to Shangri-La where ever that might be. In a desperate attempt, to find a safety net, they amass 200 space craft, and like a blind fox seeking its prey … they then set off with a nasty fear … and with the devil on their heels … they may become lost in a skimble-skamble. Would they modulate—pass gradually from one state to another, frantic with anger and frustration, and end like toast dripping with butter or would life throw them a curve, answer their dreams to finding their Shangri-La without the Gotterdammerung of the Zeneiods and end their noble dreams for all time.
This a story about a wealthy family that owns a Golf Club that will go to all ends to keep their situation afloat. When the books go into the “RED,” workers start to drop in mysterious ways. When Fletcher Moon out-and-out kills his heartthrob for cheating on him with another man, his mom comes to his aid by helping him to get rid of the evidence. The kicker is—someone saw Fletcher commit the crime. The perp demands a pile of cash while threatening to spill the beans. Will Fletcher get away with murder?
Here in this fast-paced page-by-page thriller, the diabolical Outlaw drives his enemies to the edge. And if no one figures out a way to stop him, they’ll be victims themselves. Simply put, what we have here is a cat and mouse episode of a two-faced detective as an outlaw that pulls off heists of epic proportions, robbing homes of top notched business associates and businesses in the surrounding New York environs while romance hangs in the balance. As time goes by something has awakened. Something even more evil. Detective Diamond, the Outlaw a regular Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, perpetrator of what could equate to Massacre, where person after person is killed leaving none in a vegetative state. Uncannily, the Outlaw avoids death repeatedly. And behind the drool and stare, Diamond is in possession of deadly powers that allow him to wreak unimaginable havoc as people start dropping like flies. When Detectives Diamond and Cleave is called to murderous scenes, they find themselves pulled into dangerous cases, ones that put their very lives at risk. Then Detective Diamond’s life is further placed at risk by family members of the decrease planning the ultimate revenge—not just on the detective—but posing a threat to an entire city. In the Outlaw, Clifford Roberts brings this thrilling chiller to a sublimely justifying conclusion, ending with the heart-pounding, dramatic suspense that has been his bestselling trademark, resulting in an unnerving look at human vulnerability and chilling suspense. No one does it better than Clifford Roberts.
A young man has been murdered in “Out There” in Alaska. Troopers Homer and Keepsake are on the case but there are few clues to go on. As they dig, they soon pick up hints that this murder may not be the killer's first—or last. As bodies began to stack up, the two are on a single-minded mission: find the killer and bury him. Searching for the killer, they use experience together with expertise of modern forensics. The trooper’s and the killer are on a collision course. Somebody is going die.
The Death Merchant is a panoramic novel that follows the disappearance of an American paradise, the willingness of corrupt souls to sell out to get a buck, the masses of innocent caught in their wake...and the waters of the deep regurgitates goodness. The protagonist’s life is on the fast track with a job that takes him into the murky and dangerous world of stealing and selling body parts, where laws are often broken, rules are ignored, regulations are flouted, violence is always just around the corner.
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About The Author: I started writing in the Army, submitting poems and short stories to Reader's Digest and other magazines. I later attended Farmingdale University, Bluefield State College, and USI Computer School. Shortly, I joined Newsday as a manager. I later became a Real Estate Investor and home restoration specialist. I now write full time and play piano for R&R.
I love to talk...sensibly that is. I love to dance. I love to joke. I love to learn. Crossword puzzles cross me up. Frustration frustrates me. I like spending time by myself. I love pepper. I love making New Year's resolutions. I love bringing Halloween to bright-eyed kids. My ideal job would be writing a thriller screen play. Popeye is my favorite kids' book. I can appreciate witty people. Whiners can take a powder. I like people who talk a lot. I have better friends than I deserve. Liking my life is a pick me up. In fact, if there's such a thing as reincarnation, I'm coming back as God ... only visible. I'm happy to be a writer. It's my main passion and my bread and butter. I write for my dad. Anyone can read my books, but my target audience is peoples who cannot read nor write, because my father could not read nor write...just with an X mark. After each book I publish, I kiss the book, then hold it up and say aloud, "Here's another one for you 'Pop,' another one for you."
Mostly I write fiction, but I also have a few non-fiction titles. My first book "Run Lee Run," was published in 2000 which is based on my father's harsh life. I now have 12 published titles and another coming out in the fall. I once lived in a shack.
My father nailed the front door at night, the only door, to keep us safe from harm. To go the bathroom, I had to use an outhouse which stunk like HELL in summer time. In my room I could see the snowy trees through the holes in the walls. I studied by an oil lamp. Bed sheets separated the rooms in the shack. The place was heated by a black cast iron stove. When I breathed, I could see a white mist. Every day at lunch time, while the kids ate their school lunch, I ate a peanut and butter sandwich until my father was killed by his best friend for protecting a female next-door neighbor, then the principal gave me free lunch which made me ashamed each time I went to the cashier. I had to say my name. I would say it softly to keep my friends from finding out how poor I was. I went out for sports so I could shower each school day. I even picked potatoes to help my father and mother with food and bills. I was so poor, I had patches on my school clothes. Until I went to the Salvation Army and bought a lot of suits and altered them and wore them to school. I had the kids fooled. They thought I was wearing new clothes. That made me so proud that I had to laugh.
Later in life, I took to drinking heavily which dominated most of my life until my friends started dropping dead from over-drinking. I just flat out quit smoking and drinking. I say all this because, like my father, there is no shame in my game.
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