Tuesday, May 27, 2014

5 STAR REVIEW!

 
I like this review. It inspires me to keep writing.
 
 
5.0 out of 5 stars Suspenseful to Boot! January 29, 2014
By Hawk
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Let me begin by saying I read all genres, but my preferred genre is steamy romances, the steamier, the better. Ghostly mystery is not my thing, but The Dead Game has won me over. Could it be because it had a bit of romance thrown in? Hmmm. The book is full of suspense, lots of twists and turns that had me practically bouncing in my seat. Who is the controller already? Who’s peeking in the window? If you are looking for a great supernatural thriller, with some romance thrown in then The Dead Game is it!

SOAR HIGH ABOVE


celestiol:

Rio de Janeiro | by Slobodan Zecevic

Take a ride in the evening sky.
Above the buildings and cars, where
all begins to look smaller and smaller.
Soar high above the people and noise,
and listen to the quiet.
And take time to take a deep breath and think.
celestiol:
Rio de Janeiro | by Slobodan Zecevic
Take a ride in the evening sky.
Above the buildings and cars, where
all begins to look smaller and smaller.
Soar high above the people and noise,
listen to the quiet.
And take time to take a deep breath and think.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Do you want some fun and adventure?
Come to End House in Oasis for the party.
The host remains a mystery but we
are all invited.
The house is huge and dark.
It stands at the edge of the cliff,
overhanging the rocks and ocean.
Come and explore with us.
Should we first follow the long dark
hallway or venture upstairs?
The elegant staircase looks enticing.
Why don’t we split into two groups
and check out both?
What harm could befall us anyway?
The house is deserted and we are
in a vacation paradise.
See what can wrong in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame


Do you want some fun and adventure?
Come to End House in Oasis for the party.
The host remains a mystery but we
are all invited.
The house is huge and dark.
It stands at the edge of the cliff,
overhanging the rocks and ocean.
Come and explore with us.
Should we first follow the long dark
hallway or venture upstairs?
The elegant staircase looks enticing.
Why don’t we split into two groups
and check out both?
What harm could befall us anyway?
The house is deserted and we are
in a vacation paradise.
See what can wrong in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

Monday, May 26, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 147





Todd and Sam found Hayden's house to be empty. So far, all they've seen were strange figures moving in the shadows.


     They entered a large, empty room with a high vaulted ceiling. Todd recognized the engraving on the large dome to be the work of Michelangelo. Hayden must have been alive during the life time of this great artist and that was how he could have acquired all his illustrious artwork.
     He whispered to Sam, “If Hayden had lived during the life times of these renowned artists, then we’re dealing with a very old vampire—who must be much stronger than we’d originally suspected.”
     “Why bother to whisper when vampires can hear everything?” Hayden materialized behind them.
     Hayden’s stature appeared much larger than usual. He must have been stooping over whenever he’d stood alongside Wolf’s massive frame—just to appear smaller. All these vampires are too much into illusions.
     “Funny, I also heard that. I’m a great deal more powerful than Wolf. I’m a much older and wiser vampire.”
     “Then why have you joined with the devil? Your life has been comfortable until now. Why jeopardize your excellent cover?” Todd could never figure out the reasoning behind vampires’ decisions, since many of their choices were usually based on ego or on their undying love for power.
      “I dislike being on the losing side—that is how I’ve survived these many years.” Hayden slowly inched toward them.
     Distracted by Hayden’s new overpowering figure, Todd didn’t notice his gradual movements until he was standing right in front of them.
     “Stop! Come no closer!” cried out Sam in panic.
     Todd spun around to see what had startled Sam. All he was able to read on his friend’s face was total abject fear as he stared in horror at the walls. Then he noticed that the four walls were slowly closing in on them. Somehow, Hayden’s movements were causing the room to shrink in size. Todd feared that if the walls didn’t stop moving, they would soon be crushed between the huge slabs of concrete.
     In response to Sam’s cry, Hayden halted and the room returned to its normal size.
     Impatient with this vampire’s game, Todd turned to Hayden and asked him, “If we win this battle, would you be willing to switch sides again? We’ve been victorious in all our past battles and we’ll also be victorious in this one. And you can also trust us more than you can ever trust Wolf and his followers.”
     Hayden nodded his head. “I’ve always disliked Wolf and I’ve certainly never trusted him. So far, I’ve stood back while he’s killed and terrorized helpless humans. I’ve never joined his cause, since I’ve never condoned the useless murders. I’ve been secretly watching him and his followers. I’d originally assumed that he could bring power back to the dwindling vampire population, but now I don’t believe that he could successfully lead his fellow vampires to a victory that will ensure the survival of our species. We could find a better way to save our species without destroying the human race.”
     He continued, “We’ve lived among humans for a very long time and I’m more than willing to continue to do so. Go fight your fight. When you’re triumphant, come back and we can then work to put our world back together again. I won’t interfere with your battle. Good luck!”
     Then he disappeared quickly from sight.
     “We really have no choice but to do what he’s suggested. He is much stronger than we are, and we cannot fight both him and Wolf at the same time,” said Sam.
     Todd nodded his head in agreement. He had a strong feeling that he’d be back to this house sometime in the future, but he didn’t know if it would be as friends or as enemies.

WHAT IS REALITY?


80slove:

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

What is reality?
Is it the picture perfect street with no people?
Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?
Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?
It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream
or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

What is reality?
Is it the picture perfect street with no people?
Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?
Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?
It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream
or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

What is reality?
Is it the picture perfect street with no people?
Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?
Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?
It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream
or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

What is reality?
Is it the picture perfect street with no people?
Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?
Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?
It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream
or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

What is reality?
Is it the picture perfect street with no people?
Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?
Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?
It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream
or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove
Edward Scissorhands, 1990
What is reality?
Is it the picture perfect street with no people?
Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?
Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?
It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream
or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.

BRING INTO FOCUS

Sometimes things don’t feel clear
as I try to bring them into focus.
Everything is fuzzy in my mind.
I want life to have some structure,
some meaning, some reason for living.
Is there a bigger plan?
Am I seeing what I’m supposed to be seeing?
Is there a major plan that we’re supposed to be
following, instead of drifting along in space and time?
I hope so, as I try to bring life into clearer focus.

Sometimes things don’t feel clear
as I try to bring them into focus.
Everything is fuzzy in my mind.
I want life to have some structure,
some meaning, some reason for living.
Is there a bigger plan?
Am I seeing what I’m supposed to be seeing?
Is there a major plan that we’re supposed to be
following, instead of drifting along in space and time?
I hope so, as I try to bring life into clearer focus.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 146






     Todd was hoping that Hayden was still around and hadn’t snuck off into the night as he drove past the thick bushes and massive trees that outlined Hayden’s remote plot of land. He wasn’t too eager to face Hayden on his home turf. He glanced across at Sam, who seemed to be having his own doubts—judging by the amount of squirming he was doing in his seat. They drove up to the house that stood silently waiting for them.
     A warm wind was rustling through the leaves of the tall trees that shrouded the bleak house. Low-hanging limbs swiped at their legs with their long, skinny fingers as they walked up the gravel path. The wind blew leaves in circles around their feet, trying to slow their ascent up the steep stairs. They crunched through the fallen leaves to reach the front door.
     Todd couldn’t locate a bell, so he rapped loudly with his knuckles. There was no answer. The door began to drift open on its own. A long, dark hallway gradually came into view. Rare masterpieces lined both walls, starkly illuminated against the muted walls by bright spotlights suspended from high above.
     The deafening silence felt alive and heavy—as if someone was there with them waiting, but not yet willing to reveal himself. A cold draft hit them. In the translucent stream of air, Todd could see shadowy forms fighting against each other, struggling to break free. “Are those vampires caught in the wind?” asked Todd, beginning to regret his decision to enter the house without sufficient back-up. “Did you notice those strange forms floating in the air?”
     He continued, “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Not hearing a response from Sam, he tried to downplay his concern a little. “It could have been just an elaborate illusion.”
     When Sam still didn’t respond, Todd turned around and found him standing as still as a statue, eying the flow of air with fear in his eyes. “Sam? Are you still with me?” Sam didn’t answer or move a muscle.
     Todd knew that he had to continue on with the search—with or without Sam. He called out Hayden’s name, his voice echoing down the empty corridor. Still no one answered.
    He followed the faintly lit hallway until its end, where it opened onto a huge oval-shaped ballroom. He stood in the center of the room in the bright light cast by the enormous crystal chandelier. The light reflecting from the hanging crystals shot colorful prisms of light across the multitude of artwork all around him. Hundreds of statues by eminent artists were haphazardly scattered about the shiny marble floor; the walls were decorated with priceless paintings in massive frames.
     He wandered through the ballroom and recognized Rembrandts, Picassos, and even Renoirs, filling every available space on the gilded walls. At the back of the room, he noticed a circular staircase with elaborate gold railings, leading up through the ceiling to the floor above.
     “There are no other rooms on the main floor, so we might as well check upstairs.” Surprised to hear Sam’s voice, Todd spun around to find him standing right behind him. Todd slowly nodded his head in agreement, even though he suspected that this was what Hayden expected them to do next. It was almost if Hayden had put out a sign that read: “Stupid human vampires! Come up my staircase at your own risk!”
     As soon as they began to climb the stairs, the air turned colder and more frigid.
     Now, let the games begin.

5 STAR REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME


5.0 out of 5 stars Suspenseful to Boot! January 29, 2014
By Hawk
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Let me begin by saying I read all genres, but my preferred genre is steamy romances, the steamier, the better. Ghostly mystery is not my thing, but The Dead Game has won me over. Could it be because it had a bit of romance thrown in? Hmmm. The book is full of suspense, lots of twists and turns that had me practically bouncing in my seat. Who is the controller already? Who’s peeking in the window? If you are looking for a great supernatural thriller, with some romance thrown in then The Dead Game is it! 
I love it when people have fun reading my book. That was my reason for writing it.
Susanne Leist

THE DEAD ARE HERE!


THE DEAD ARE HERE!


WE’RE HERE!
COME PLAY WITH US.
THE MOON IS OUT AND WE’RE
READY TO HAVE SOME FUN.
THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY!
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881


WE’RE HERE!
COME PLAY WITH US.
THE MOON IS OUT AND WE’RE
READY TO HAVE SOME FUN.
THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY!

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881


Cemeteries are dark and quiet at night.
You could actually feel the presence
of the dearly departed.
They feel close by.
Some are too close.
I see dark shadows moving
between the graves.
Are the dead still here?
Some linger on to haunt us.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

Cemeteries are dark and quiet at night.
You could actually feel the presence
of the dearly departed.
They feel close by.
Some are too close.
I see dark shadows moving
between the graves.
Are the dead still here?
Some linger on to haunt us.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

rosiesdreams:

Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar 

I love this picture.
It brings many images to mind.
An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise
of land near a small body of water.
Darkness is surrounding the cabin
but there’s a light inside.
Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.
Someone is home.
Who lives there?
Why would someone want to live
far from the madding crowd?
Does the person ever feel lonely?
I don’t see a car.
How does this person travel?
I want to peek into the window.
Should I?
rosiesdreams:
Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar
I love this picture.
It brings many images to mind.
An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise
of land near a small body of water.
Darkness is surrounding the cabin
but there’s a light inside.
Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.
Someone is home.
Who lives there?
Why would someone want to live
far from the madding crowd?
Does the person ever feel lonely?
I don’t see a car.
How does this person travel?
I want to peek into the window.
Should I?

NO REFLECTION

Why can’t you see your reflection in the mirror?
Why can you see everything around you
but not yourself?
Is it because you’re evil?
It’s because you are one of THE DEAD.
I had told you stay away from them.
And now you’ll be with them forever.
THE DEAD love their games.
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
Why can’t you see your reflection in the mirror?
Why can you see everything around you
but not yourself?
Is it because you’re evil?
It’s because you are one of THE DEAD.
I had told you stay away from them.
And now you’ll be with them forever.
THE DEAD love their games.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

IN HIS MIND


This is someone’s mind I’d like to know better.
He has such soulful eyes.
Is he as deep as he looks?
In my mind he is.
And that’s good enough for me.
This is someone’s mind I’d like to know better.
He has such soulful eyes.
Is he as deep as he looks?
In my mind he is.
And that’s good enough for me.
This is someone’s mind I’d like to know better.
He has such soulful eyes.
Is he as deep as he looks?
In my mind he is.
And that’s good enough for me.

This is someone’s mind I’d like to know better.
He has such soulful eyes.
Is he as deep as he looks?
In my mind he is.
And that’s good enough for me.

IN YOUR MIND


foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
foxmouth:

Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora

What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?
















foxmouth:
Murals, 2013 | by Antonio mora
What thoughts are in your mind?
What are you thinking about?
Is it transparent to others?
Or do you keep feelings buried
deep inside of you?

I'M BACK!


Everyday my rating changes on Amazon. But luckily, I've stayed in the top 100.  
I'M BACK TO #34! 

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