Meet Self.

Hi One and All,

Lets me get right to crux of the matter…THE BLOG…

What about the Blog you may ask, I mean there are most probably a bunch of you who have taken to THE BLOG like ducks to water…not that there is anything wrong with that, in fact I think that it is awesome and wish you the best of luck, but THE BLOG sits over my head like a rain cloud…after all I’m an Author…I love what I do which is putting my dreams into words and sharing them with all of you out there…but then along came the knowing voice of my publisher…and WHAM, for the first time in my life I was confronted by THE BLOG.

Now between you and me I would rather sit behind my lap top and let my imagination take me and you the reader out of our comfort zone and into a Thrilling Adventure with Piet van Zyl. That to me is what is important, writing my novels and getting them out to all of you who have taken that first step into the darkness, found that it is a page turner and are looking for more of the same, but I have a problem, it is called a conscience, (I call it SELF) and Self and I end up having this prolonged conversation where I would say to SELF…”SELF, the last thing I feel like right now is coming up with something entertaining for the BLOG”.

Now that just might sound crazy to you but it is the only time I get to have a decent conversation…when I talk to SELF. SELF knows me so well, after all SELF has been with me all my life…the point is when I argue with SELF, I can’t win…and THE BLOG gets thrown  up again and again.

To cut a long story short…SELF won so what you have just read is my latest attempt at THE BLOG.  Introducing my latest release by Vanilla Heart Publishing… CRY OF THE FISH EAGLE… Sit back, relax and enjoy. It is available in all e-book formats.

 

 

 

There you have it, Join Piet in his latest adventure…my promise to you is that it just gets better. We kicked off with Blood Moon over Africa and he is already completed his seventh adventure… ask yourself… LOL… ”Self, where have you been… sleeping?”

Take care and Stay Safe… Oh yes, never get into an argument with self…you will never win. Remember, you never know what is watching from the shadows…not even SELF knows that.                                   Sleep tight and pleasant dreams.

 

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Readers & Support

Hi Everyone, and once again I welcome you.

Reviews are so important to an author, and as you all know a good review…an honest review is like gold and the thing is they are so hard to come by…why? Not because the book in question is bad but because most readers out there in this big wide world of our do not have the time to go back and do a review or else do not realize just how important their feedback is to the author.

Word of mouth is one of the most powerful tools that an author can hope for. It is all well and good shouting out from the top of a skyscraper about the books that you have written…but in reality that does not drum up sales, after all you are beating your own drum…far better if someone else beats it for you.

That brings me to my point for today…SUPPORT.

By way of this media I would like to say Thank you to all that are Friends on Facebook and all that are out there on Twitter. The support that I have received has been mind boggling…the number of shares my books get on Facebook…the number of RT’S and Likes on Twitter is really awesome…plus a huge Thank you to everyone out there that follows me on Twitter.

Now just a bit of news regarding my sixth Piet van Zyl Adventure Thriller…Cry of the Fish Eagle…soon to be released by Vanilla Heart Publishing. There is no need to get any feathers ruffled…the book is due for release soon…by the 24/8/2016 and just too wet your appetite…here is a small taste of what is to come.

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 The wind whips up dust devils, throwing the burnt ashes up into the clear blue African sky as the convoy of trucks slowly move into the area behind the burnt out remains of what was once David and Adele’s home, to be greeted by the bark of baboon high up on the kopjes surrounding the area.

The work on the smallholding is slow under the burning sun, as the men labour their bodies gleaming with the perspiration running in rivulets down their bodies. The sound of singing fills the air as brick by brick; the remains of the house are removed, until all that is left is the foundations and concrete flooring.

The first pickaxe hits the foundations; the shock of the blow runs up the handle. Vibrating in the hands of the man that holds the instrument, the pickaxe is raised up high, and brought down again, bits of brick and concrete flying. Soon there is a line of men attacking the foundations, striking again and again the vibrations sending ripples of shockwaves down into the soil beneath the foundations.

The earth below shifts slowly moves and then settles, small stones fall into the cavern below, striking the rocky floor, and bounce like marbles, the sound echoing along the dark lightless passage.

Something stirs in the darkness, a rustle, the sound of dry leaves being rubbed together, a hiss like gas escaping and then silence falls once again joining the pitch blackness of the underground tomb.

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The man wakes with his body covered in perspiration, looks about the gloomy interior of the hut catching his breath as if he had been running from something; something in his dream. The smell from the wood fire fills his nostrils as he breathes in deeply allowing his head to clear, remnants of his dream hanging in the air.

He feels fear, not for himself but for the others, the white hunter will die if he is not warned. The one that walked in the darkness is in grave danger for he has the strength that the other one will seek.

The wizard pulls his crippled body from the bed, drags himself over to the remains of the fire, starts to feed the flames and as they dance in the gloom of the hut he chants, his body swaying like a cobra waiting to strike.

A powder is added to the flames, blue and green colours mingle with orange and red, and a strong stench fills the hut as the wizard inhales the smoke. His eyes roll back in their sockets his body goes into a spasm as he sees what the ancestors reveal.

The man loses consciousness, drool running from his mouth as his body twitches in spasms. The words “Venit diabolus” hang in the stillness of the hut.

Outside in the clearing the hyenas howl their anguish and flee into the dense African bush.

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There you have it…I hope that you are ready…it could be a touch scary, but then again you never know what is watching from the shadows….and this is Africa where death lurks in the dark…so, Take Care and Stay safe.