You Can Never Go Home Again

trjc

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Two men are thrust into a conflict that has been going on for thousands of years. A warlock and a warrior king who have lived many lives, reborn again and again, but have no memories of their pasts. Another man with significant business acumen and knowledge of negotiating techniques is also pulled into this parallel world, and his knowledge becomes critical to winning the new war with the gods. They are joined by a young boy who is an outcast among the people of Bophane because his heritage is Dwaelvki--the result of the mating of different races, considered taboo in the cultures of Bophane. The young boy has druidic powers that have not been seen in hundreds of years. The three men and the boy ally with the Four Witches, the most powerful wielders of Magicke in Bophane and the guarantors of peace for centuries... but now the gods are tired of peace.

Sujets

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 janvier 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528947619
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 5 Mo

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You Can Never Go Home Again
The Möbius Worlds
trjc
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-01-31
You Can Never Go Home Again About the Author Copyright information Disclaimer The Land of Bophane Timeline of Bophane Foreword Prologue: Central Bophane Book One of the Möbius Worlds: Return of the Ancients Chapter One: This Place – Somewhere at Sea Chapter Two: That Other Place – A Short Step Can Be a Long Fall Chapter Three: Southeastern Bophane – Shaeytin Chapter Four: Northwestern Bophane – Kaebaeld and Small Folk Chapter Five: Northwestern Bophane – “Congratulations” Chapter Six: Southeastern Bophane – Shadow Chapter Seven: Southeastern Bophane – Scavenger Isle Chapter Eight: Northwestern Bophane – The Ruins of Lavinoor Chapter Nine: Southeastern Bophane – Sven’s Cave Chapter Ten: Central Bophane – “He Has Arrived” Chapter Eleven: Central Bophane – Donje, Thieves, and Pirates Chapter Twelve: Central Bophane – Witchaven Castle Chapter Thirteen: Central Bophane – Trees, Birds, Bears, and Freedom Chapter Fourteen: Eastern Bophane – The Protectorate Chapter Fifteen: South Central Bophane – The Temple of the Winds Chapter Sixteen: Eastern Bophane – “Service for Citizenship” Chapter Seventeen: Northwestern Bophane – Through the Mountains Chapter Eighteen: Western Bophane – The Blue Tower Chapter Nineteen: Eastern Bophane – Let the Power Be Revealed Chapter Twenty: Southeastern Bophane – To Dwarvenheim Chapter Twenty-One: Central Bophane – The Druid’s Dilemma Chapter Twenty-Two: Western Bophane – Elfsong Chapter Twenty-Three: Western Bophane – The End of Deliberations Book Two of the Möbius Worlds: The End of Balance Chapter One: Southeastern Bophane – Dwarvenheim Chapter Two: The Blue Tower – “I Couldn’t Give a Rat’s Ass” Chapter Three: Pirate Isle – The Lost Man Chapter Four: South Central Bophane – Defending the Winds Chapter Five: Northeast Bophane – Finding Hildae Chapter Six: Western Bophane – The Campaign Begins Chapter Seven: The Alten Range – “Holy Shit!” Chapter Eight: The Isle of Deet – “You Really Don’t Want to Do That…” Chapter Nine: Central Bophane – “Allow Me to Introduce Sin’aele” Chapter Ten: Southwestern Bophane – Lizards Are Scaly Chapter Eleven: Makinville – “Really, I’m on Your Side!” Chapter Twelve: Central Bophane – “When the Time Comes” Chapter Thirteen: Pirate Isle – “Where the Land Meets the Sea” Chapter Fourteen: Central Plains – “That Was Definitely Bullshit” Chapter Fifteen: Witchaven Castle – “We Are Joined…” Chapter Sixteen: Witchaven Castle – Lovers and Spaceships Chapter Seventeen: The Alten Range – “A Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress” Chapter Eighteen: The Blue Tower – From the Mundane to the Mysterious Chapter Nineteen: The Isle of the Sun – “I Let Her Think It Was the Wine” Chapter Twenty: The Isle of the Sun – Ghosts of the Past Chapter Twenty-One: The Dwarven Mountains – Send a Message Chapter Twenty-Two: The Blue Tower – Preparing for the Future Chapter Twenty-Three: Witchaven Castle – “Nice Bluff” Book Three of the Möbius Worlds: Where Time Ends Chapter One: Central Mountains – “Gross!” Chapter Two: The Blue Tower – Breadcrumbs Chapter Three: Witchaven Castle – “We’re a Threat” Chapter Four: The Central Plains – “The Old Ones Stand with Us” Chapter Five: The Protectorate – “You’ve Got a Lot to Learn…” Chapter Six: The Southern Swamps – “Drain the Swamp” Chapter Seven: The Isle of the Sun – Taking Sides Chapter Eight: Witchaven Castle – Revealing the Truth Chapter Nine: Western Bophane – The Quarry Chapter Ten: The Stinking Swamps – Finishing the Job Chapter Eleven: Witchaven Castle – Looking Pretty and Playing Chess Chapter Twelve: Thaeven Fortress – Revenge Is Sweet Chapter Thirteen: The Protectorate – Another Goddess Chapter Fourteen: The Blue Tower – Abortions Chapter Fifteen: Witchaven Castle – Deliberations Chapter Sixteen: Northeastern Bophane – A Long Journey Chapter Seventeen: The Great Canal – An Overgrown Mammal with Fins Chapter Eighteen: Witchaven Castle – Hippies and Women’s Lib Chapter Nineteen: The Blue Tower – The End of Time Chapter Twenty: The Bay Of Bophane – The Battlefield of Our Choosing Chapter Twenty-One: The Bay of Bophane – The Last Battle Chapter Twenty-Two: The Bay of Bophane – “I Am Medraut” Chapter Twenty-Three: The Bay of Bophane – “I Am Lancelot” Epilogue: Central Bophane – “There Shall Be No More Gods” Glossary and Lexicon: The Gods Themselves: A Historical Perspective
About the Author
A West Point graduate with a graduate degree from USC and significant experience in Behavioral Science, the author combines his military experience and insights into human behavior to address the manner in which people might behave in unusual circumstances…such as future situations in parallel worlds. He enjoys looking on alternative universes.
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Disclaimer
All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental… except when there are comments about really, really handsome guys; those resemble me (I wish)… and sometimes the personalities of people I have known over the years snuck in… as have the personalities of my cats and dogs from over the years…
The Land of Bophane

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Timeline of Bophane

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Foreword
As a young man, I was privileged to live in several different countries and thus to be exposed to several different languages and cultures. My mother was Portuguese, the daughter of immigrants from the Azores, and my father was Irish and in the U.S. Army. During the Korean Conflict, my mother and my siblings lived on my Portuguese grandparents’ farm where everyone – to include my grandfather’s Great Dane – spoke Portuguese. I’m serious; the Great Dane spoke Portuguese… it even barked with an accent. A little racial pride, my grandfather insisted that Portuguese were the best farmers, so I was surrounded by Portuguese-speaking men and women… until one of the farmhands tried to use a milking machine on a bull; needless to say, the bull was not pleased… and my grandfather started hiring other folks.
Immediately following the Korean Conflict, we lived in Japan where my father had been reassigned. For a few years, my siblings and I had a Japanese nanny who naturally spoke Japanese to her young charges. My father then took a break in service and we returned to the Portuguese farm until he had a falling out with my grandfather; he then re-entered military service and we were assigned to Orleans, France. Beautiful city, full of culture… I went to a French school for a few years. Unfortunately, President DeGaulle decided to kick the U.S. Army out of his country (Honestly, it wasn’t my fault!) and we returned to the United States; my father obtained a compassionate reassignment to Southern New Mexico, a very dry locale, due to my mother’s severe asthma (which started in the wet climate of France).
I grew up in that mostly (more than 50%) Hispanic culture with the Spanish language, eventually – just to add to my own confusion – taking German language classes (the language of mathematicians, scientists, and engineers, which I endeavored to be) in both high school and college. So, Portuguese, Gaelic, Japanese, French, Spanish, and German languages were a core part of my upbringing… with only a smattering of English. In truth, my memories of the different languages are much less than they should be; I remember a few curse words in Portuguese that I learned from my grandmother (she could curse like a sailor), I can still count to 20 in Japanese, I remember a few phrases in French (mostly useful for flirtations with the opposite sex) and only a few words in Spanish, and I’m no longer fluent in German (although I was once).
If you don’t use it, you lose it…
I haven’t included the Latin I learned as an altar boy; that wasn’t exactly a conversational language. Mea culpa, mea culpa …
During his long military career, my father subsequently took unaccompanied tours overseas and in Arizona, ensuring that his kids could have some stability in their lives while we stayed in New Mexico, but my early life involved a lot of turmoil as we moved around. I think of it as good turmoil; the exposure to all the different cultures and languages was enlightening, although probably also damaging; I was bright, but not good at communicating with others. I even continued to work on my grandparents’ farm in the summers, traveling from New Mexico back to their home, and switching languages in the process.
Recognizing my English language difficulties, my mother dragged my older siblings and me down to the public library in the then-small town where we had settled down – my father commuting every day to the military base – and got us library cards. Why, I do not know, but the moment I entered that library in that small town, I immediately glommed onto science fiction and fantasy books. Surprisingly, that small town’s library had a very large collection, perhaps catering to the local youth, better to get them off the streets and reading than joining the local gangs. In particular, I became fascinated with the juvenile fiction written