Historical Fiction and Science Fiction Blend

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Aram must lead his clan to safety, protect an innocent man, forgive his wayward wife, and challenge a curse that haunts his soul. As Aram encounters both good and evil, an alien world watches and waits for their part to play in humanity’s future hope or despair.

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Teal sighed. They were not his people, yet he cringed at the thought of abandoning these helpless beings to the ravages of an unforgiving wilderness. But duty called—the Supreme Council awaited his report… ~Luxonian explorer and guardian

“Contrary to my expectations, I foresee a day when humans and their primitive world will be quite useful. We’re on an intercept course. In any case—information always pays.” ~Zuri, Ingot Trader

Eoban blushed. “I’m not nearly as bad as my reputation—” ~Warrior of Onias’ Clan

In a gloriously bright room filled with glowing foliage and comfortable furniture, Judge Sterling poured a mug of thick, honey-sweetened brew and laid it on an ebony table before Teal. He grinned at Teal’s petulant expression. “Please, be kind. I ordered this especially for you.” ~Luxonian Judge

“The measure of a man’s contentment is not in his suffering—but in his loving.” ~Namah, Aram’s wife

“You don’t know who Ishtar might become or what’ll happen to Neb. Don’t justify your evil by insisting everyone is evil. It’s too simplistic—even for an Ingot.” ~Teal, Luxonian explorer and guardian.

“Perhaps He trains His great ones with great trials.” ~Eymard of ARAM’s clan

Historical Fiction & Science Fiction Blend

In ancient history, humanity struggled for survival and grappled with the purpose of our existence. One extended family traverses the course of history through ARAM, Ishtar, and Neb in a world of wild beasts, craven spirits, and noble souls. Generations later, in the first century AD, Aram’s descendant, Georgios must battle a world of dark secrets, deceptive promises, and hope renewed. Four hundred years later, Georgios’ descendant, Melchior, discovers that his vengeance is not as powerful as God’s plans in Melchior—Vengeance Is Mine.

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Ishtar’s heart pummeled his chest. Begin again? He was an exile, an outcast—no longer a man. Twice cursed. Was redemption possible after such a fall?

Forced to leave his clan and his children behind, Ishtar staggers into a vast wilderness and encounters a desert nomad who loves him as a son. When foreign raiders approach, Ishtar must discover if he can move beyond madness, protect his people, and reclaim his family. 

Eager to know the source of Ishtar’s strength, a watching Universe must learn if humanity can save them from a spreading darkness. 

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Chai’s fingers stuck together as he held the bloodstained knife at his side. An enormous shadow silently departed. His heart pounded. The deed had been done…

“We don’t experience the polar opposites as humans do. It makes quite a difference. Consider—” He tapped the console. Teal dissolved, and Chai appeared beautifully dressed in his crimson robes embroidered in gold. “A dangerous—by all human standards—evil force controls this man. It’s a force I’ve rarely encountered before. Yet, this human believes he’ll benefit from the experience.” ~Ungle, Crestonian Superior, advocating the study of the human race.

Fear warring with excitement, Barak lifted his arm. He clasped the man’s hand. A jolt like lightning raced through Barak’s body…

Obed felt his stomach crunch. “Oh hell.” With a shake of his head, he charged through the doorway and sped through the village. Stopping in the midst of a copse of trees by the stream, he lifted his gaze to the filtered sunlight. Forgive me, Onias. But I will not lose another son…

OldEarth NEB Encounter (In production)

OldEarth GEORGIOS Encounter (In production)

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Britain in the fifth century was a land torn by war, while Melchior was a man torn by choice. His son is accused of murder, his daughter is forced to marry a brutal king, and his sister is driving him mad, but a prophetic vision saves him from despair.

A father will endure great trials to keep his children safe.

“Murder, mayhem, and mystery make for the perfect Medieval tale. Stir in love, passion, compassion, and the story of the burgeoning Christian Church in ancient times, and you have a book that is hard to put down…transports you back to the days of kings, castles, and common folk.”  ~Amanda Lauer, Author of the 2016 CALA award-winning novel, ”A World Such as Heaven Intended”

“If you’re a fan of Ann Frailey’s sweeping historical epics, her newest book Melchior, Vengeance is Mine, will not disappoint. The author has a rare talent of immersing readers in the past. With stunning description, realistic characters, and a humorous touch in just the right places…sure to inspire and entertain.”  ~Susan Peek, Author of “God’s Forgotten Friends: Lives of Little-known Saints” Series for Teens

A.K. Frailey paints an elaborate tapestry of breathing, bleeding characters who show us both the work of God’s hand and the far-reaching consequences of our choices, despite our perceived limitations…a sweeping historical saga, beautifully-written.” ~Carolyn Astfalk, Author of “Stay With Me, Ornamental Graces, and Rightfully Ours

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If The World Were Any Better

“You are so blessed brilliant; it makes my head ache.”

Two adorable brown eyes peered up at his mother. “Yeah?”

“Yep. And you know what happens to brilliant people?”

“They become CEOs and run the corporate world?”

Maura sighed.

Calvin tapped the keyboard and ran the cursor along the edge like a gymnast ready for his next acrobatic feat.

Not for the first time did Maura wonder why her husband chose the name Calvin for their only son. There couldn’t be two more polar opposites than her husband, Calvin I, the exact replica of the comic book Calvin who constantly dangled poor Hobbs over the edge of reality, and their son, Calvin II, a child whose precocious intelligence and unassailable good sense often knocked the wind out of both their sails. What parent dared to misbehave when they had a responsible eleven-year-old eyeing their every move with a cunning appraisal? They knew darn right well he’d tell Santa Claus. God, too, for that matter.

But really, she wondered, what on Earth would her little boy do with his good sense and brilliant intellect when he grew up. Who wants to run a major corporation and make a ton of money when every other mother’s son (or daughter) will elbow him aside in an effort to outdo him? Why invent cool stuff, when some evil despot will use his research to blow up the planet? Or discover the cure for cancer when an insane scientist will incubate a deadly virus in order to wipe out even more people in less time?

“Mom, quit that. Please?” Calvin huffed. He hated it when she sighed.

Maura hugged him like it was their last day on the planet and pointed to the door. “You’ve saved my computer from an early demise once again. Now get outside and save your cardiovascular system. Go run around in the fresh air.”

Dark thunderclouds swirled out the window and Calvin grinned. He liked storms. A snack called from the cookie jar, so he snatched three packed with raisins and chocolate chips and swung out the back door with all the pent up energy of a kid who has been released from mortal combat with a cyber monster.

Heaving another long sigh, Maura swiped crumbs off the counter, frowned at the jam drips she had missed at lunchtime, and bit her lip when her husband charged through the door with a huge grin on his face.

“Hey, Sweetie!” He jerked his thumb backward. “Calvin looks like he’s ready to do battle with a Greek god. He’s got that look on his face.”

Maura knocked the cookie bits into the garbage pail. Depression settled in; even a clean counter couldn’t soothe her spirit. “Greek, Roman…or New Age. He could battle them all. The boy ought to get some kind of reward for sparing my computer yet another breakdown.”

A puzzled frown spread over Calvin I’s forehead. “I’d think you’d be thrilled by our son’s intelligence and generosity. Isn’t this the third time he fixed your computer this month?”

Maura straightened and locked eyes with her husband. “He’s terrific. That’s the problem.”

No rest for the weary cookie jar. Calvin I fished around, and by mere good luck, pulled out the two largest and promptly began to chomp.

Maura poured a glass of milk and slid it across the counter.

The milk followed the cookies to their natural destination.

Calvin II’s voice pierced through the evening stillness as he raced a neighbor boy around the backyard.

“So, why do you want our son to be dumb and lazy?”

Maura turned from her husband and wrung the dishcloth with an extra firm twist. “I just wish he had a better world upon which to bestow his brilliance and goodwill.”

“Huh.” Calvin I stretched out his arm. Soon the cookie jar would show its bottom. A sad fate for any worthy container.

Calvin I drained the last dribbles from his glass and popped the final cookie bit into his mouth. He spoke around a chew. “Seems to me that if the world were any better, it wouldn’t need our Calvin so much.”

With that thought, Maura’s husband leaned over, pecked her cheek with a brief kiss, peered into her eyes a lingering moment, and grinned again.

A reflecting grin forced its way over Maura’s face, accompanied by a slight eye roll.

By the time Calvin II swung back into the warm house, night and a bit of rain had fallen. A roast chicken with sides of mashed potatoes, carrots, and a Greek salad sat side by side proudly on the table.

Maura leaned against the counter and watched as her son sloshed water across the counter in his efforts to wash his hands before supper.

Calvin II turned and dropped the defeated drying towel on the back of his dad’s chair. “You know, Jensen said that his mom paid a tech guy three hundred dollars to fix her computer.”

Maura plunked sliced bread on a cutting board and set it beside the chicken. “Sad reality that not everyone has a kid like you, hon.”

Calvin II shrugged. “Not really. I already told her that her computer isn’t worth saving—too out of date. But she didn’t believe me.” He peered at his mom. “You know…sometimes people just have to figure things out for themselves.”

Maura nodded. Yep. She knew.

Novels by A. K. Frailey

Science Fiction

Last of Her Kind  http://amzn.to/2y1HJvg

Newearth: Justine Awakens http://amzn.to/2pq0vWN

Historical Fiction

Melchior—Vengeance Is Mine http://amzn.to/2taeW2r

Historical Fiction & Science Fiction Blend

OldEarth ARAM Encounter https://amzn.to/2KLhlsN

OldEarth Ishtar Encounter https://amzn.to/2OAkDQF

OldEarth Neb Encounter (In production)

OldEarth Georgios Encounter (In production)

Children’s Book

The Adventures of Tally-Ho http://amzn.to/2sLfcI5

Inspirational Non-Fiction

The Road Goes Ever On—A Christian Journey Through The Lord of the Rings http://amzn.to/2lWBd00

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