The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

Monday, December 31, 2012

Quote of the day 12-31

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence


Charles Bukowski

Friday, December 28, 2012

Quote of the day 12-28

Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Thursday, December 27, 2012

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Quote of the day 12-26

Do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail

Ralph Waldo Emerson


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Re: Quote of the day 12-25

Merry Christmas!

(Sent from my iPad!)

On Dec 25, 2012, at 8:54 AM, "JT Lewis" <> wrote:

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!

Dr. Seuss

Quote of the day 12-25

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!

Dr. Seuss

Monday, December 24, 2012

Quote of the day 12-24

We are all here for some reason. Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future.

Robin Sharma


Quote of the day 12-24

We are all here for some reason. Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future.

Robin Sharma


Thursday, December 20, 2012

Quote of the day 12-20

Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing

Oscar Wilde


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Quote of the day 12-19

Whatever you're meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible

Doris Lessing



Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Just remember, kid, you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.

Arthur Miller



Just remember, kid, you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.

Arthur Miller


Monday, December 17, 2012

Quote of the day 12-17

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Oscar Wilde


Friday, December 14, 2012

Quote of the day 12-14

Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end.


Unknown A Hole


Thursday, December 13, 2012

Quote of the day 12-13


The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Mahatma Gandhi

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Quote of the day 12-12



Happiness is a state of mind. It's just according to the way you look at things.


Walt Disney


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Monday, December 10, 2012

Friday, December 7, 2012

Quote of the day 12-7

Courage does not always roar, sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow"
Mary Anne Radamacher

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Quote of the day 12-5

Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.


Stephen Covey

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Quote of the day 12-4

If you have selfish, ignorant citizens, you’re gonna get selfish, ignorant leaders.


George Carlin

Monday, December 3, 2012

Friday, November 30, 2012

Quote of the day 11-30


Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly

Morticia Addams


Thursday, November 29, 2012

Quote of the day 11-29

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it

Harper Lee


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Quote of the day 11-28

Good judgment comes from experience, and experience ~ well, that comes from poor judgment


Unknown A Hole

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Author Mark Carver Talks!

Mark Carver, the author of the new Speculative Christian novel The Age of Apollyon joins me today for an interview.

The Age of Apollyon was actually the first novel I have read in this genre. I enjoyed it greatly, and I am happy to have Mark join us today! 

Thanks for joining us today Mark! Tell us a little about yourself!

I'm an American currently living in China with my wife and son. I teach English classes at a Chinese university. My interests include art, tattoos, heavy metal, cathedrals, a cold beer, and of course, reading and writing.

Speculative Christian is a unique genre to me. What genre(s) do you specialize in?

I've been writing stories of all kinds since I was a little kid, but I've always been drawn to sci-fi, action/adventure, and horror. I like to infuse all the elements that I enjoy reading into my own writing. I'm a sucker for intense dramatic atmosphere and melodrama, and I try to make my writing moody and engrossing. I also enjoying writing about characters that are unlikable though not disgusting (such as a serial killer or mad scientist). I see it as a challenge: to make readers loathe a character but still feel compelled to read about them.

Who inspires you in your writing Mark? Do you have any favorite authors?

I pretty much only read classics. I rarely pick up a book that is less than one hundred years old, though I do enjoy some modern authors. Anything from the Gothic, American Romantic, and Victorian eras suit me just fine, but I also enjoy intense psychological stories, regardless of genre or era. Lord of the Flies by William Golding is my favorite book.

I love Lord of the Flies! I think I once counted up that it had been required reading for 6 or 7 of the classes that I took from high school through college...everything from Literature to Sociology! What inspires you to write your stories Mark?

I like writing what I would want to read. I get most of my inspiration from music and movies. I am a very visual writer and I try to replicate what I see in my mind through words. I listen to a lot of bombastic music like death and doom metal, and this helps put me in the mood to write. I love action movies that are explosive and over-the-top, so I seek to combine rip-roaring action with atmospheric creepiness. This is the direction that my writing is going now, but I'm sure my inspiration will change when I branch out into other genres.

Do you have any rituals or habits that contribute to your writing process?

The time of day doesn't matter, but I have to be alone, either at home or in my office. I usually listen to heavy metal music, and I like to drink beer or green tea. I find my best bursts of creativity happen after I've watched a TV program or movie.

Awesome! Drinking beer when writing? I should try that! What's on the horizon for Mark Carver? Any other books in the works?

The Age of Apollyon just came out last month, but I'm already 75% finished with the sequel, Black Sun. There will be a total of three books in this series, and I expect to finish Black Sun early next year. I have a few ideas in my head that are just waiting to pop out, and I'm pretty good about keeping a steady writing rhythm, so I hope to crank out at least one book a year. You'll just have to wait and see.

Where can we find you and your books?

The Age of Apollyon on Amazon:

The Age of Apollyon on Barnes and Noble:

Official website:




You can add me as a friend on Facebook too!

Thanks for joining us today Mark! Good Luck!

Quote of the day 11-27

A good idea will keep you awake during the morning, but a great idea will keep you awake during the night
Marilyn vos Savant

Monday, November 26, 2012

Friday, November 23, 2012

Quote of the day 11-23

Don’t confuse your path with your destination. Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean that you aren’t headed for sunshine.


Unknown A hole

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Quote of the day 11-22 Happy Thanksgiving!


Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something



Quote of the day 11-22- Thanksgiving!

Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.

W. T. Purkiser

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Quote of the day 11-20

Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Oscar Wilde

Monday, November 19, 2012

Riftglade by K.R. Jordan ~ Cover Reveal!

K.R. Jordan announces her first solo release...


I have known K.R. (River) for a number of years now, and I have to say that there is one thing that always intrigued me about her writing style...

Her ability to create new and amazing worlds!

Riftglade is but the latest example of her abilities. As I write my stories, I am constantly trying to weave mystery and adventure into our everyday world. Even with my few forays into sci-fi, the universe I am dealing with will basically be a different version of our own.

I am humbled at the thought of creating a completely different universe...and yet K.R. Jordan seems to do it effortlessly, while making her characters both believable and very REAL!

Here's a synopsis of the story!

The beautiful fairy, Princess Yaliza, is forced to leave her beloved kingdom to find her true destiny. Flying above an Overland rift forest, she is gravely wounded, falling unconscious to the ground and into Riftglade where her adventure begins!

Although this is her first solo offering, Riftglade is far from K.R.'s first published story

Her story Leela has been included in the Vamptasy Publishing's anthology Red Wine with much acclaim: (Orphaned at a young age, Leela is raised by Halo, her father's best-friend and trained as a warrior to fight against the evil Sifters.) 

Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly's (CHBB's) anthology Dark Light, also contains her story Alba: (After graduation, young Alba moves to Maryland to go to college where she discovers the devious machinations of a power hungry young man.) 

She has also contributed to Blue Fire Heat by Scott Prussing as a co-author with her story Sweet Enchantment : (Rave and Leesa have been in love forever but cannot express that love like normal teenagers would. Tonight, while she dreams, they will consummate their love.)

Links to these stories below

 K.R. Jordan grew up on the Gulf Coast of Texas and spent most of her youth in, on or near the water. 

Her father was a fisherman that always had a  Louis L'amour 
paperback in his back pocket, while her mother would read anything and everything she could get her hands on. 

K.R.'s own personal love of reading and writing began at a very young age. She would spend hours at the local library checking out as many books as they would allow.

She writes under the names K.R. Jordan or River Jordan. Writing mostly fiction, she is also obsessed with writing a personal history of her family.
Still living on the Gulf Coast of Texas with her family, she enjoys writing, reading, fishing and the great outdoors!

I have asked K.R. to include a small narrative about her story... 

The sky is absolute black, thick clouds obscuring any starlight.  Other than the occasional whomp of snow laden branches releasing their heavy tenants, the midnight is silent. 

On a clear night, the iced countryside of Overland shimmers in deep dark purples as it absorbs the light from the stars overhead.  But this night, everything is dark as onyx; the occasional gloomy twinkle playing peek-a-boo with the eventide.

The currents of the atmosphere sense a disturbance, shifting and shivering as if in expectation of some cyclopean storm.  Intruding in the peaceful song of the frozen ebony sleep comes a sweet, but perplexing hum.

At once it is as if the things of nature recognize the color of the exciting hum.  The snow covered hills begin to glow warmly, a rhapsody of inner light coating the frozen tundra.  In moments the air snaps to attention, exuding the scent of ancient virgin forests untouched by fae.  A mix of pine, cedar and oak, fighting to dominate, release their heady perfume into the ozone.

An obscurity of bright and colorful streaks stream from over the mountains miles away.  Red blending into purple; purple blending into indigo; indigo into pink evinces a masterpiece of surrealism. 

If you stopped time in that instant before the ancient one was impelled by the Realm of Clouds to reach out and taste fate, you would see an amazing sight.  If you hovered in the face of the masterpiece of light and color, you would behold the sorrowful expression of an exquisite fairy.  Long red hair flowed out behind her as she flies.  Drawing your attention would be the reddest lips and the most beautiful blue eyes.  Rimming those eyes, which are at once clear and open but deep and dark as well, were the darkest lashes.  The whisper of a crystalline tear hovered at the edges of those nymph eyes; the tears stretching out with the speed at which she flew.

This paragon of beauty is Princess Yaliza, daughter of Vodianyk, High King of All You See.

Come and join Princess Yaliza on her adventure in Riftglade by K.R. Jordan.*

*Riftglade contains some mild erotica

 You can find K.R. Jordan's other stories here!:

Quote of the day 11-19

When you focus on problems, you'll have more problems. When you focus on possibilities, you'll have more opportunities.

Unknown A Hole

Friday, November 16, 2012

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Quote of the day 11-15

To be content with little is difficult; to be content with much, impossible.

Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Quote of the day 11-14

If we desire to secure peace…it must be known that we are at all times ready for war


George Washington

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Monday, November 12, 2012

Quote of the day 11-12


The ones who say “you can’t” and “you won’t” are probably the ones scared that “you will”


Unknown A Hole

Friday, November 9, 2012

Quote of the day 11-9

A river cuts through a rock not because of its power, but because of its persistence


Unknown A Hole

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Quote of the day 11-8


The surest way to make a monkey of a man is to quote him.

Robert Benchley


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Quote of the day 11-7

We are a product of our past, but we don’t have to be prisoners of it

rick warren

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

Friday, November 2, 2012

Quote of the day 11-2

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.

Agatha Christie


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Quote of the day 11-1

A trap is only a trap if you don't know about it. If you know about it, it's a challenge.

China Miéville


Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Quote of the day 10-31

When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this--you haven't.

Thomas Edison


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Friday, October 26, 2012

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Quote of the day 1-2

I’ll always cherish the original misconception that I had of you…


Unknown A Hole

Quote of the day 10-25

There are three kinds of men: The ones that learn by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence.

Unknown Cowboy

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Monday, October 22, 2012

Quote of the day 10-22

Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear, or an idiot from any direction

Unknown Cowboy

Friday, October 19, 2012

Quote of the day 10-19

Your present circumstances don't determine where you can go, they merely determine where you start

Nido Qubein

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Quote Of The Day 10-18

Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.

James Baldwin                         


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Quote of the day 10-17

I don’t regret the things I have done. I just regret the things I didn’t do when I had a chance…


Unknown A hole

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Quote of the day 10-16

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty...But I am too busy thinking about myself

Edith Sitwell


Monday, October 15, 2012

Quote of the day 10-15

If you can't explain it simply, you don't understand it well enough

Albert Einstein


Sunday, October 14, 2012

A Special Story for Halloween! *shivers*

As an author, I have written a couple of spooky stories, mostly for Halloween.* My folktales are written with an eye toward recreating some of the classics of folklore, stories that have a life of their own and live on in the hearts of the people living in an area or in those that have absorbed them from a book.

Stories such as the The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and others that we have grown up with elicit a homey yet frightening appeal to our soul. We feel the familiarity of the scene as we equate it to something of our own just down the road...a cemetery... a lonely bridge. And in the back of our minds, we secretly believe that it very well could be true...that it is possible!

I certainly want to believe that we aren't done either creating, or even living these legends!

Until is a classic that I dug up for your enjoyment. Happy Halloween everybody!



Heartbeat bridgeA Maryland Horror StoryRetold by S.E. Schlosserexcerpted from Spooky Maryland 
Listen to the audio version.
Something was going on. Jason felt it in his bones. Polly was too happy, too cheerful. No woman could be that upbeat and still be faithful to her husband. Jason sat down to a delicious, warm meal every night, and Polly sang to herself as she washed up. What kind of woman could be cheerful doing dishes? Try as he might, Jason never heard anything that hinted of a secret romance. It drove him crazy. Life was not this perfect.
Maybe Polly was seeing the milkman, or the grocer. Jason started getting up early in order to see who it was that delivered the milk. Much to his disappointment, the fellow looked as if he’d been born several centuries ago. Then Jason started doing the food shopping, and checked out every single male employee in the local grocery store. They were either antediluvian relicts—like the milkman—or still in diapers.
Later that month Jason was over at his father-in-law’s house working in the garage when he over heard his father-in-law call to Hank…Polly’s high-school boyfriend. Now he knew! He knew why Polly was so happy all the time. Her parents must have told her that Hank was coming home, and she was planning on running off with him.
Enraged with jealousy, Jason was waiting in the kitchen when Polly got back from church. He was beyond reason. He snatched up a newly sharpened steak knife, howling: “You’ve cut out my heart, now I’ll cut out yours!” Jason leapt around the table and ripped Polly’s still-beating heart out of her chest. Blood streaming everywhere, he sailed out the back door into the dark night and flung her heart, still thumping, over the side of the bridge that spanned the creek next to their home.
Jason cleaned up the blood-stained house with extreme care and buried Polly’s body deep in the woods outside of town. Then he wrote several letters, carefully mimicking Polly’s handwriting, and mailed them to himself and her parents. Within a few days, everyone in town believed that Polly had been secretly seeing a man from the next town and that they had run away together.
Late one evening, he went out to the bridge to gloat in triumph over his unfaithful wife. Polly had gotten what she deserved, he thought. As he stood staring down at the water, he became aware of a vibration under his feet. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.  It floated softly through the air, a simple rhythmic thudding. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.  Jason’s hands began to tingle as he recognized the soft thudding sound. It was the same beat he had felt when he held Polly’s bleeding heart in his hands. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.  
The heartbeat rang in his ears, thundering so loud that he was afraid it would wake the neighbors.Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Jason clapped his hands over his ears and ran back to the house.  But he could not escape the terrible sound:  Da-dum.  Da-dum.  Da-dum.  Even the floorboards seemed to vibrate to the slow, steady rhythm. Da-dum.  Da-dum.  Da-dum.  It sounded like a heart-beat.  Polly’s heartbeat. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
Jason screamed in terror and flung himself out of the house, running toward the bridge as the heartbeat grew louder and louder in his ears. Jason leaned over the railing.
“Curse you, Polly!” he shouted.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
With a wild shriek, Jason flung himself headfirst off the bridge like a diver, and was smashed to death on the rocks below.  
Underfoot on the bridge, the pavement still vibrates to the beat of a dead heart.  For now and always.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.

Author's Note:  Heartbeat Bridge is located in Ellicot City, MD.  This folktale is told by people living in the area to explain why a heartbeat can be felt through the pavement by people standing on the bridge. 

Excerpted from Spooky Maryland by S.E. Schlosser

* Spooky stories by JT Lewis:
-The Legend of Ol' Red Eyes (A Pepper and Longstreet Mystery)
-The Legend of West Fork

Friday, October 12, 2012

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Quote of the day 10-11

Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very;" your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be

Mark Twain


Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Quote of the day 10-10

If you live to be one hundred, you've got it made. Very few people die past that age

George Burns


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Quote of the day 10-9

I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine.

Neil Armstrong


Monday, October 8, 2012

Quote of the day 10-8

There are two secrets to success:


1. Never tell everything you know


Steven Shelton


Saturday, October 6, 2012

Bella Harte Books: The Saturday Showcase with Guest Author J.T. Lewis...

Check out our guest appearance on The Saturday Showcase over at Bella Harte Books!

Bella Harte Books: The Saturday Showcase with Guest Author J.T. Lewis...: Welcome to The Saturday Showcase This week I am pleased to introduce Gabriel's Revenge by J.T. Lewis Product Desc...

Friday, October 5, 2012

Quote of the day 10-5

No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending


Unknown A Hole


Thursday, October 4, 2012

Quote of the day 10-4

A man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.


Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Quote of the day 10-3

Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward. They may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Quote of the day 10-2

The only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

Ted Hughes


Monday, October 1, 2012

Quote of the day 10-1

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity

Jean de La Bruyère


Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Legend of Ol Red Eyes

Check out the newest Pepper and Longstreet Mystery...

The Legend of Ol Red Eyes

Just in time for Halloween!

Everybody was all smiles when they entered the old cemetery…little knowing the horror that awaited them just up the hill.

Ol Red Eyes is the scariest legend to come around since the Headless Horseman. Check out this haunted tale, and then enjoy some fun Halloween recipes

Here's a little sneak preview!

Where the hell was Longstreet?
Gulping back her fear, she swung the iron at the apparition before it was fully formed, the red eyes having not yet appeared.
A howl of pain erupted from the demon as it disappeared in a poof of smoke.
“Longstreet!” she cried as she turned and ran for all she was worth down the hill. Within seconds however, she heard the sound of pursuit behind her, accompanied by a fierce growl.
Grabbing the iron tool in her right hand, she swung it blindly behind her, apparently connecting with her pursuer as another angry, painful wail ensued.
“Longstreet! This isn't funny Longstreet,” she cried out again as she once more heard the sound behind her. Just as she could see the low fence spreading out in front of her…she tripped!
Dropping the fireplace poker in her fall, Pepper immediately rolled onto her back, her arms frantically searching for the iron tool as Ol’ Red Eyes rose above her to the full of his seven foot stature, the glowing red eyes now blazing. Raising the head of the giant double-headed ax above his head, he let out a howl of satisfaction as Pepper closed her eyes for the last time.


Check out this special Halloween story! The newest story on an age-old legend! 

Or at Barnes and Noble!

Friday, September 28, 2012