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Blade Man, Episode #2 (final)

Blade Man, Episode #2 (final)

The ride continues right here. Episode 2 of the novella BLADE MAN, by Edison McDaniels. The final episode. Read by the author. A desolate highway… A hundred year storm… And the only other car on the highway is… WRONG. The complete and uninterrupted audiobook is now available on Audible here. Visit surgicalfiction.com for more stellar listening material. You can find Edison’s own novels on Kindle. Follow him on twitter @surgeonwriter. Like his facebook author page at https://www.facebook.com/McDaniels.Author/.

Blade Man, Episode #1

Blade Man, Episode #1

The ride begins right now. Episode 1 of the novella BLADE MAN, by Edison McDaniels. Read by the author. A desolate highway… A hundred year storm… And the only other car on the highway is… WRONG. The complete and uninterrupted audiobook is now available on Audible here. Visit surgicalfiction.com for more stellar listening material. You can find Edison’s own novels on Kindle. Follow him on twitter @surgeonwriter. Like his facebook author page at https://www.facebook.com/McDaniels.Author/.

SAVING KING

SAVING KING

https://surgicalfiction.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/King-5-min-Sample.mp3  A shot rings out and a King dies. But for 64 minutes, the issue is in doubt. At 6:01 pm on April 4th, 1968, Martin Luther King was shot. He was pronounced dead at 7:05 pm at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Memphis, TN after a failed attempt at open cardiac massage. He was 39 years old. King was standing on the balcony outside room 306 on the second floor of the Lorraine Motel when, in the words of biographer…

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THE BOTTOM of the 5TH

THE BOTTOM of the 5TH

https://surgicalfiction.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Bottom-5th-Sample.mp3  Have you seen the movie THE SANDLOT? Well, that was pretty much my childhood. As a ten year old, it seemed the mysteries of life came alive through baseball. This is a story straight out of those glory days of playing baseball on the diamonds of Southern California, of the smell of cut grass in the outfield, of hitting impossible homers on and off the field. And of ghosts. This story is very much about the ghosts of childhood….

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