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Christopher Hoare I live with my wife, Shirley, and two shelter dogs, Coco and Emmie, in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies. As a lad I lived, breathed, and dreamed aeroplanes; I won a place at RAE Farnborough learning to engineer them. But the reality didn?t fit my dream, so I took off into a stint in the army and then away to join the oil circus. Flying objects are tools when they now appear in my writing ? I guess that’s the effect of maturity, but I hope, not a constricted, resigned, and unimaginative maturity. The mind still soars, even without wings, and the dream of carrying others to a better future is now on the page.
Some readers comment that none of my stories take place next door to the lives most people live; the less charitable find similarity in characters who tend to be stubborn, independent, and out of step with the world’s expectations. Perhaps there’s a connection between the worlds I portray in fiction, and my working life in oil exploration in the Libyan Desert, the Canadian Arctic, and the mountains and forests of Western Canada.
I?ve written stories set in Anglo-Saxon Britain, in modern industrial projects, in the alternate world of Gaia, and the fantasy world of Rast. Sometimes I satirize jobs I?ve done. Many of my central characters are smart, beautiful, and dangerous women who lead unwilling males to fulfil the duties before them. Lt. Gisel Matah in ?Deadly Enterprise? is perhaps the most Bond-like of these. I like writing novels about realities my readers can enjoy in the guise of dashing adventurers; loyal comrades; lovers; or pledged sovereigns. I hope they find there the spark that brings them to realize greater dreams of their own.
You can also visit me and my author friends at www.novelpro.com
Available Titles: | Gisel Matah is the Iskanders’ top agent, but often her commanders’ chief pain in the neck. Sometimes passionate, sometimes tough, sometimes acerbic, she’s clever and always ready to twist their intentions to meet circumstances as she sees them.
|  | Follow Gisel Matah and the thunder of hooves as she strikes back at the Imperial armies that threaten all she has worked for.
Risking her life and her love, Gisel negotiates even greater hazards in a new adventure. Partner, Yohan Felger, becomes a problem when the Baron has him smuggle a steam engine to the Empire. Gisel knows of the subterfuge but cannot admit it, while Yohan is almost torn apart by the need to deceive her. She protects her fledgling Radical movement with the hope it will bring more justice for the peasants and workers in societies now ruled by money and aristocracy, but has to lie to friends to achieve it.
Faced with the need to remove the pressure on Yohan as he moves his contraband engine, she accepts the offer of General Lord Ricart, her ex_lover, to command a cavalry unit in battle. Her reckless courage is needed to carry out missions in the rear of an Imperial army. The fight finds her opposed by ever increasing odds until in the final confrontation she must outwit two enemies who vie to dominate Iskander. New friends, allies, and enemies as well as all the old ones fill the pages when Gisel Matah sets out to gain "The Wildcat’s Victory".
|  | Follow her adventures during the first five months of the Iskanders’ drive to use their modern knowledge to create a prosperous future on the 17th century alternate earth, Gaia. She crosses swords with knights; becomes the interpreter for arguments and negotiations; takes up residence in a castle; guides an assault party into a fortress; meets a king; and falls in love for the first time – twice. More than a coming of age story, Arrival takes Gisel through a crash course to adulthood that sets the direction of her life for the danger-filled career to come. |  | This new Iskander adventure of Gisel Matah’s follows on from The Wildcat’s Victory that saw her as an important participant in the creation of a new peace treaty that ends one war as well as threats of another larger one. Gisel learned she was pregnant at the end of that story, and now married to Yohan and near the end of her pregnancy, she has yet to enjoy the fruits of that peace herself. |  | Following on from the start of young Gisel Matah’s Iskander adventure, in “Arrival”, “Masquerade” takes up the alternate world version of the Man in the Iron Mask mystery.
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 | Does time exist as a separate dimension? Does it have a unique place with definable limits in space? Does it move independently according to its own purpose? Or does it only move when other things move, completely dependent on prevailing conditions and binding dimensions in its surrounding space-a causal result bound to the whole? Perhaps it’s just a simpleminded construct humans have concocted to explain the inexplicable. Is it vaguely possible that it’s a set of branes slightly out of sync and we may pass from one to the next at will? Maybe it’s a simple kink in dimensions that can be crossed by anyone walking in precisely the right direction. It could be that it’s just a mental state altered simply by a minor amount of imagination applied correctly. Perhaps it is no more than a drug- or mantra-induced change of mental state-something hallucinated-something seen but unseeable. Or is there more to it than we can fathom? In the world of physics, all of this-and much more-is being looked into by serious, conservative scientists as well as those with their mental equipment more loosely adjusted-or even unfastened completely, their brains rolling about like marbles in an empty railroad freight car. |  | In this book, Twisted Tails III, we are dredging up fear and wallowing in it as if it were something to be played with, cuddled and fingers lovingly run through its fur like a cherished pet. What we’re doing here is tinkering with terror of the primal kind. You know what I mean, the sort of fright that lies coiled and ready to spring from the dark corners of the mind with no warning. It awaits all, lurking in the deeper shadows of consciousness. No one is immune and, frequently, there is no cure, you just sink into its roiling depths and are no more. If you do manage to escape, life will no longer be what it was before and you will find yourself glancing nervously over your shoulder whenever you hear something strange in the darkness or see a shadow move in the night…or day. Enjoy…. |
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