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I've don't think I've ever had my work featured in video before.  Here is Dennis F. Larsen's awesome new book trailer for THE RAVEN FALCONER CHRONICLES.  It also kind of acts as my own personal book cover design trailer.  All good.

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A wake up call

October 1968

        The morning sun slowly rose in the sky, glowing a sweet tangerine and mauve reflection in the ocean overlooking Malibu beach. A few pink clouds floated across the sky, leading the sunbeams over to a grassy hill and the two-story beach house that waited at the top of it. Spanning out towards the window at the top floor, a single sunbeam peeked inside the bedroom. This sunbeam was greeted by the colorful beaded curtain hanging over the window, which created glowing orbs in an array of colors on the wall and floor. The colored light orbs seemed to almost dance as they moved about to the sound of an unevenly spinning record on the nearby record player, sitting on the floor in-between two beds.

        Soft snores mixed with a few quiet grumbles as they escaped from the inhabitant of the only occupied bed of the room. The sleeping man lay with his mass of brown curls falling partly into his face. With one hand, he reached up to brush the frizzy curls out of his eyes. As soon as his hand lazily rested by his side, the hair fell back in place over his eyes where it previously had been. The man yawned and stretched before shifting to lie on his back. As he did this, securely and deep within his state of peaceful sleep, he did not notice as someone else entered the bedroom.

        Slowly closing the door behind them, two young men walked quietly toward the two beds. The taller blond had to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth with his hand. The shorter of the two turned fast towards the blond, making a shushing motion with a finger across his lips. Once regaining his composure, the blond looked towards the sleeping man in the bed. His eyes then moved down toward the record player on the floor. Heading straight for the record player, he then looked toward the shorter man by the window. The two of them then exchanged silent motions, to indicate their silent and spontaneous plan.

        After quickly going through the small stack of records next to the player, the blond man spotted the loudest album in the collection. A mischievous smirk fell upon his face as he held the “My Generation” album by The Who. After slipping the black vinyl out of the sleeve, the man very carefully switched its place with the record on the player. Then, holding the needle, he turned the volume up as loud as it could go and looked up at the shorter man. Raising his hand in the air, he counted on his fingers. Once he reached “three”, he dropped the needle on the record and the shorter man pulled open the beaded curtain. At the same time, the two of them shouted and pounded on the bed. Even though the man in the bed had already awakened in a panic, they continued to shake him and shout at him.

        “JAAAAAAMIIEEE!!!!”

        “Getupgetupgetupgetupgetup!”

        “I’m up! I’m up! Get the hell away!” He pushed them away as he lay back down with his head covered by his pillow.

        Looking briefly at each other, the two other men reached out for the man in the bed. With a firm grip, they yanked him back up into seated position, tossing the pillow to the floor.

        “Oh no, Jamie.” The blond man said. “You’re not going back to sleep now.”

        The shorter man laughed and allowed his British accent to come out a little thick as he spoke. “You’ve go’ to get up now. Got lots of stuff t’ do today and you’ve already slept most of the morning.”

                Jamie rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Well great. Let me keep sleeping then.”  He lay back down, resting his head where the pillow once was.

To read what happens next and the rest of the story you can find Hippie Logic in any of the following formats:

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