Sometimes the fall is only the beginning.

In the year 2048, the crumbling remnants of western North America are suddenly buried in ash, weakening the grip of the brutal dictatorship. A factional landscape springs from the ashes, con man Luke Stokes artfully navigating the clash.

But he can’t remain above the fray for long, as each faction seeks the truth from Luke regarding his murdered brother’s final project. A neural-interface technology that will forever shift the fragile balance of the ashen plains.

With the true believers, desert nomads, survivalists and existing regime closing in, Luke must delve deeper into his genius brother’s secrets. And the truth about his last project will dramatically alter the remnants of civilization.

Because the fall isn’t always the end – sometimes, it’s only the beginning.

Seamlessly merging thought-provoking philosophical ideas with page-burning action, ASHES OF THE FALL is the first novel in the dystopian/post-apocalyptic Remnants Trilogy.

The Secret Doctrine Illuminated

Its detractors often associate kabbalah with Luciferianism or the so-called synagogue of Satan, but such occult wisdom in itself is not intrinsically evil, though it may be abused by the unscrupulous. Moreover, it is always useful to have a handle on one’s enemies in order to have an understanding of how they operate. An arch-manipulator can only deceive the gullible and the unwary.

Central to an understanding of kabbalah is the tree of life glyph, which is a basic map of the universal mind of which we are all sparks. Thus kabbalah has a universal application, not only to every religion, but also to science, psychology, feminism and every ideology.

This is not a book that promotes mysticism. Far from it: the purpose of this book is to demystify that which has been held as arcane for thousands of years. However, the tree of life opens a window onto the human soul that some may find uncomfortable.

NYPD Detective Sam Archer is on his way home on a Sunday afternoon in New York City. He’s been out of the field for over three months due to a broken ankle and a serious bout of pneumonia from a previous case, but has just been given the all clear for a return to duty, starting tomorrow. Archer takes a seat on a bench in the Upper West Side, enjoying a cold drink and soaking up the last remaining sun of the day.

Then he sees something totally unexpected.

Two men are crossing the street in front of him, heading quickly towards a group climbing into a car. Both men are armed with pistols.

And all hell breaks loose.

Shouting a warning and racing to their aid, a ferocious gunfight erupts, shattering the peaceful afternoon. Archer and the group are forced to flee uptown in the strangers’ vehicle, their ambushers giving chase. With their tyres blown out and the car crashing, the group have no choice but to take refuge in a Harlem tenement block, situated in one of the most dangerous areas in the city. Their ambushers are right on their heels and seal off the building, preventing the NYPD from getting close as they start to arrive.

Archer and the others are trapped in the building with their attackers.

Life-Changing Love Almost Feels Like an Invasion

I won’t bore you with details about the mysterious medical issues I’ve had over the last year;

the sudden severe allergies to food and medication, the sleep paralysis. All I’ll tell you is that they turned my life upside down.

But I’m a rational person.

Naturally, I assumed that my mind was playing tricks on me when I saw the strange figures standing over me.

But it felt so freakishly real;

especially one face in particular that always stayed with me long after I woke up.

Something about him always drew me in and I knew he was different. He made me feel different.

All my life, romance has felt like something that was reserved for everyone but me. I’d accepted that the only love in my life would be experienced through my artwork.

Now I’m questioning everything I know about myself, about reality, and especially about love.