Originally posted by Renee Scattergood:
Welcome to this week's Friday Author Spotlight! This week I have Arthur M. Doweyko with his science fiction novel, As Wings Unfurl. He has shared an excerpt from his book, but before we get to that, let's learn more about Arthur.
As a scientist, I've authored 100+ publications, and share the 2008 Thomas Alva Edison Patent Award for the discovery of Sprycel, an anti-cancer drug. I write hard science fiction, fantasy and horror.My debut novel, Algorithm, a story about DNA and the purpose of humanity, garnered a 2010 Royal Palm Literary Award (RPLA) and was published by E-Lit Books in 2014. As Wings Unfurl took first place as the best pre-published science fiction novel of 2014 (RPLA) and has been published by Red Adept Publishing. My latest project, Wind In Trees, is a novel about the last human on Earth, a Lakota Sioux cyborg facing a post-apocalyptic world where nothing is as it seems.
A number of my short stories have been honored as finalists in RPLA competitions and have been awarded Honorable Mentions in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest. Most recently, Andrew The Last, the inspiration for Wind In Trees was voted best science fiction short story in the 2016 P&E Readers Poll.
I live in Florida with my wife Lidia, teaching college chemistry and happily wandering the beaches.
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About the Book
Applegate Bogdanski returns from Vietnam with a missing leg, a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart. A fair trade, he thinks, for a coward, whose only remaining passion is to dull his grief with morphine. He stumbles through each day working at an obscure Newark, New Jersey bookstore, looking forward to nothing and hoping it would arrive soon. Enter Angela, who claims to be his guardian angel. Neither one is an angel, but together, they uncover a conspiracy which threatens to undo humankind itself.Get it today on Amazon and CreateSpace!
Keep reading for an excerpt:
A sharp pain stabbed at his right hand. He jerked it up, leaving a trail of bright-red oval droplets along the doorjamb. His eyes widened. The tip of his right forefinger was gone. Squealing half in anger and half in terror, he pinched the bloody stub with his other hand.“Bitch! What the hell?” His eyes darted to his desk. The Smith and Wesson might as well have been a thousand miles away. He didn’t see a knife. His knees began shaking.
“Jason, calm down. Tell me where the negatives are, and this unpleasantness will end.” She held up his fingertip, wiggled it at him, and tossed it into her mouth.
“Son of a bitch.” Jason ran into Viola’s office. Surely there would be someone in the hallway. Several paces short of the door, his head lurched forward. His hands flailed at his neck. He was lifted off his feet and dragged back.
A button popped off as his collar cut into his neck so deep he couldn’t breathe. The edge of his desk dug into his spine, firing off a jolt of agony through his thighs to his toes. He heard his phone crash on the floor as she stretched him out atop the desk. He reached back with his hands, hoping to break her grip. He gasped and sputtered, straining to get air back into his lungs. The blood from his finger ran across his chin. A murky curtain lowered over his vision.
A button popped off as his collar cut into his neck so deep he couldn’t breathe. The edge of his desk dug into his spine, firing off a jolt of agony through his thighs to his toes. He heard his phone crash on the floor as she stretched him out atop the desk. He reached back with his hands, hoping to break her grip. He gasped and sputtered, straining to get air back into his lungs. The blood from his finger ran across his chin. A murky curtain lowered over his vision.
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