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A Hint Of Hope is My First Print Book Released

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So I have finally done it. I have released my first print book. A Hint of Hope. A collection of short stories in the fantasy and science fiction genre. Everybody who is interested in my first book, please check out the publisher site link for locations and options to buy. Check it out here.

I will be planning some promotions in the future. Currently I’m working on my next book. A full length novel. More on that to come.

I have learned lots putting together A Hint Of Hope, about print publishing. The ebook version is also live and can be found for kindle, currently. Just search for it or check the publisher link. It will be released for epub in the future as well. Like I said, I’m just trying to get words down for my current novel. Check out A Hint Of Hope cover below.


A Hint Of Hope

New Earth (Working Title) Snippet

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I have finally started getting words on paper. I’m so excited that this is starting to happen. I am in Ontario until November. The problem is my notes, culture books, languages are at home. I brought my maps. I’ll write as much as I can until I need my language books. I head back in a couple weeks. I’ll try to grab what I need and bring it back here.

Disclaimer: This is first draft, unedited work. Of course there will be mistakes, the writing may be crappy, lacking description, or to much, with multiple other problems.

This work is Copyright ©2012 – Cuyler Callahan’s Official Home Page


General Kep Barns, black hair cut short, standing five feet one inch. Tan skin. She had always heard her ancestry came from the Japanese. Slanted eyes. As far as she could tell from books, the description of herself fit. Common. Nothing special there. The whites, that cried unique. She liked white men. She liked challenges.

Kep sat in her office at the top of the five story red brick building called the Rebel Nations Alliance Coalition Head Quarters or RNACHQ. Her large oak desk probably cost more then the building. One of the last relics of Earth. Stolen off a New Earth Government Merchant Convoy.

She wore a crisp RFPEMF officers uniform. Tan coloured, red stripes down the side from shoulders to feet. Her General rank on her shoulders- a soaring eagle.

In the dark of night she worked. Lots of planning. She sat bent over a map spreading the length and width of her large desk, plus more, spilling over the edges. Skirmishes with New Earth Forces kept her busy. Planning new strategies, keeping informed with intelligence, updating her personal maps.

She had to stay on top of things, show victories, show her worth and power. She could not disappoint the Republic of Free Peoples of Earth’s leader Daniel Keeves. He made her in charge of his armies. She killed people to get this job. She made great enemies that want her dead. She has to stay on her toes.

The room, damply lit by a desk lamp kept the dark away. She checked distances, bearings. I’ll have to send a supply of rations and water out near the Grey swamps. Probably extra ammo. Those swamp dogs have had them firing all night. She knew that, hearing chatter over her own personal radio she kept close at all times.

Click! Kep turned in her seat, just as a black mass crashed into her, a flash of something shiny coming at her chest. She blocked the strike and using her legs flung the assassin over herself, crashing into a wall.

The crash sent her guards at the door busting into the room, MR50 assault rifles pointed dead ahead. By that time the man in black had already flung poison darts, striking the burly guards in the neck. They fell instantly, dead. Eyes wide open.

Kep turned to face her attacker. He already came behind, holding the knife to her neck. “You won’t believe how much money I’m making to kill you,” a deep growly voice said.

“I’ll pay you more if you don’t,” Kep bargained in her high cool voice. No nervousness showing.

“I’d do it for free,” the man said, hate deep in his voice. Kep knew this time she faced death with certainty. Her husband and his whore would now have to raise her children.


Hope you enjoyed. I’ll put up more snippets as I feel fit.

NaNoWriMo Excerpts : Sins Of Our Fathers

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It’s week three into National Novel Writing Month. Week One went well. Week Two I had the flu for a few days and barely could think let alone write. The next day was Rememberance day, and being in the army, I was part of that. I stayed at a friends house for the night, to drunk to drive home. So that was out. I fell far behind, and have so far lost interest to catch up on the word count. I may try to, but right now I’m in the mode that I got a story started, I will finish it on my own time now, not worrying about the dead line.

I have titled the book “Sins Of Our Fathers”

But here are a couple excerpts of the story so far.

Hope you enjoy.

Excerpt # 1

Manard Swanter rode his roan gelding through the Forest of Felrenn only a day’s ride south of Felrenn on the road back his Lord Ehorld’s estate. He trotted his horse Big Guy — as he had named him from a foal — then let him rest, trotted, then let rest.

He could make a good pace this way. At least make it back in eight days instead of ten. He was instructed to take his time, as his message would be accepted easily and be of no worry to the King.

But it looked like his Lord Ehorld was wrong and now a quicky pace must be maintained to end the war before his Lord got his head hanged of the kings castle as an example.

Manard took his messenger skills seriously, and with great pride. His father had laughed at him when he said he wanted to be a messenger boy. “Boy,” he said, “you couldn’t remember your own name if I hadn’t beat it into your head.” But he proved his father wrong.

He joined his lords army, became a messenger boy, and fought in many campaigns the Carcan had committed to fight in with the king. His memory to words saved lives. No messenger carried his message on paper. If he died, or was caught, the enemy could find out what the message was by simply reading the orders. No every messenger memorized every message, and they went with him to the grave.

Manard felt Big Guy weezing a bit. His horse could keep the pace up for so long, but he would need a break. He slowed Big Guy to walk for about half an hour, then turned off the road into the Felrenn forest.
A creek ran along this part of the road. Before he let Big Guy drink he listened to make sure he had cooled down. He learned from his mistakes when he had let a horse that had been running drink a bunch of water right after. The horse later became sick and died.

He moved his trusty friend up to the creek. Big Guy resisted at first, his ears laying back. “Whats wrong Big Guy? It’s alright, we’re just getting some water.” Manard coaxed his big horse farther into the forest towards the creek. Bug Guy’s ears lay flat. Something must be wrong here. He needs water though. We’ll just get some water and get out fast. Probably just a coyote stalking around, no big deal.

Big Guy stuck his big nose into the water. Manard gave a stretch and leaned back on the saddle. He looked up into the tree above him and gave a howl. Big Guy started and gave a buck, sending Manard into the air. The large mountain cat jumped out of the tree and onto Big Guy’s back, clawing away as Big Guy took off through the bush.

Manard watched his big horse take off. He knew his friend was doomed. He was doomed. He couldn’t move his legs, his arms. He could not move his head. He could hear something wet dripping onto the leaves. My blood. Oh I have failed! His eye sight began to fade. Then he slowly could not think. Finally Manard Swanter the Messenger of Lord Ehorld Carcan was no more, and so his message bore the same fate.


Excerpt # 2

A guard came to attention at the dinning hall, stomping his foot down. “My Lord, a messenger from the King. Urgent business my Lord.”

Lord Terrance looked to his guests. “Please excuse me. Enjoy your meal. We will drink and play with my wenches after dinner.” Some of the old men huffed at that. Of course they would not mind some pretty women while away from their wifes, but they would not openly admit that.

Lord Terrance pulled some black leather gloves over his hands and motioned to his guard to take him to the messenger. He strode down his fortress corridors until they reached the main floor where a messenger waited in the throne room. Lord Terrance approached the man who bowed deeply and handed him a parchment with the Kings seal on it.

“Must be important to send this message on parchment.” Lord Terrance flipped the messenger a coin who looked confused while snatching the coin out of the air at the same time. Either way, he quickly stuffed it in his pocket, likely before he thought Lord Terrance would change his mind.

Terrance walked over to his throne and sat down, reading the message. A few minutes later he looked up at the messenger. “Tell King Martakdus my troops will be there in half a months time.”

“Yes my Lord.” The messenger bowed then left.

Lord Terrance turned to the guard who led him to the messenger. “Arot, bring me General Lanctar.”

“Yes my Lord.” Arot said turning to his new task.

Half whispering to himself, “We have plans to discuss.” Terrance laid his head against the black thrown felt with a grin on his face the King himself would cringe at.

Written by Cali

November 17th, 2010 at 12:17 am

Nation Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)

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So November is coming up soon. I participated in NaNoWriMo in the years of 2006 and 2007. I pretty much fell of the wagon when it came to writing for 08 and never started to pick it up again until October 09. Even then, I can not say my writing has been very focused. I finally finished the Soldier Qualification Serials, but those were not professional and very focused work. Sporadic at best.

I really need to focus on writing a book. I don’t need to write a best seller, I don’t need to write something that is even publishable; though I am going to try. I just need to focus on writing and completing a book. So I will enter NaNoWriMo for the third time this year of 2010. I will write the 50,000 words in 30 days.

What will my story be about. Not sure yet, but it will be fantasy. I need to write up an outline, some characters, and develop a world. Nothing to complicated, but enough that I can put together a believable story in a month. Once this story is complete, I will spend December editing it to a professional standard, then I will either send it off to an agent, or try to sell it myself on this website and the internet.

If any of you are interested in getting some motivation to write, then NaNoWriMo is the month to do it. Thousands of people around the world write to win the NaNoWriMo contest. You win by completing the 50,000 words before the end of the month. If you are interested, check out their site at

They give you your own little section on their site to post up your word count, tell other WriMo contestants about yourself, and your book. It’s a pretty cool site. It is a fun go. Really, when you think about it, you are only writing 1667 words a day. That is very achievable, especially when at the beginning you are excited and write like 3000 a day. You are then left with a little breathing room from then on.

Check it out at

Written by Cali

October 24th, 2010 at 4:52 am

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