21 February 2019

The Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque by Leonide Martin Book Tour and Giveaway!

Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque by Leonide Martin
The Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque by Leonide Martin
Publisher: Made for Success Publishing/Made for Wonder (Dec 1, 2018) Category: : Historical Fiction, Ancient World, Caribbean & Latin American, Historical Romance/ Ancient World 
Tour dates: Feb-Mar, 2019
 ISBN: 978-1-64146-365-2 
Available in Print and ebook, 350 pages
  Prophetic Mayan Queen

Description Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque by Leonide Martin

She was born to serve the Goddess Ix Chel. But K'inuuw Mat is destined to continue the Palenque (Lakam Ha) dynasty by marriage to Tiwol, fourth son of famous ruler Pakal. Trained in prophetic arts, she uses scrying to foresee the face of the man with whom she will bear the dynastic heir—but it is not her husband's image. She is shocked upon arriving at Palenque to recognize that face as her husband's older brother, Kan Bahlam. They are immediately attracted, sharing deep interest in astronomy. Though she resists, the magnetic force of their attraction propels them into forbidden embraces, until Kan Bahlam designs a bold plan that would solve his inability to produce a son—if he can gain his brother's cooperation. Set in the splendor of Lakam Ha's artistic and scientific zenith, royal family conflicts and ambitions play out in a tapestry of brilliant Mayan accomplishments in calendars, astronomy, architecture, arts, and secret language codes that will astound people centuries later. As K'inuuw Mat contends with explosive emotions, she must answer the Goddess' mandate to preserve Mayan culture for future generations. Her passion with Kan Bahlam leads to a pale daughter and bold son who carry this out as their civilization begins the decline and eventual collapse her prophetic vision foresees. One great cycle rolls into the next . . . Contemporary Mexican archeologist Francesca and her partner Charlie, a British linguist, venture into Chiapas jungles to a remote Maya village, seeking to unravel her grandmother's secrets. The hostile village shaman holds the key, but refuses to share with outsiders the scandal that leads to foreign blood and ancient Palenque lineages. Only by re-claiming her own shamanic heritage can Francesca learn the truth of who she is, and bring her dynasty into the present.

Guest Review! 

The Prophetic Mayan Queen: K’inuuw Mat of Palenque by Leonide Martin
Guest Review by Sol A.
'The Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque' is a story about a lot of things. Destiny, love, betrayal, motherhood, unbreakable bonds and historical lives. I found myself getting lost very quickly in this heady tale and got about halfway in before I looked up and realized that I'd been reading all day and had other things I actually needed to be doing. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me set the scene. 

The book begins with K'inuuw Mat herself, a Mayan girl of only 12 years old who is about to become a woman. In the opening pages of the novel, K'inuuw Mat has an appointment with an oracle that will let her speak to the goddess Ix Chel who is to tell her what her destiny is. This is, however, a lot more intense of an experience than when most of us prematurely decide our paths in life at age 12. K'inuuw Mat must go along with whatever the goddess tells her, even when the goddess tells her something she does not want to hear. Like, for instance, when she tells her that she is to become the wife of a king and bear his child, thus continuing an ancient dynastic heritage. K'inuuw Mat shows great bravery in going along with her destiny and throughout the entire novel I was impressed with her strength and ambition. She was an excellent main character and one that was easy to root for on her journey. 

I found myself astounded by the author's ability to seemingly create Mayan cities around me as I read. I really felt like I was there in Palenque or 'Lakam Ha' and in Cuzamil in general. What a gift Leonide Martin must have to be able to translate these scenes so beautifully. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys historical novels. You can't get better than this one. Get lost in the Mayan culture. I give it 5 out of 5 stars!

Mists of Palenque Series Awards

The Visionary Mayan Queen: Yohl Ik'nal of Palenque (Mists of Palenque Series Book 1) received the Writer's Digest 2nd Annual Self-Published eBook award in 2015. 
The Mayan Red Queen: Tz'aakb'u Ahau of Palenque (Mists of Palenque Series Book 3) received a Silver Medal in Dan Poynter's Global eBook Awards for 2016.

Praise Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque by Leonide Martin

"K'inuuw Mat...struggles to embrace new ideas, a new destiny, and a much broader purpose... Readers who have enjoyed the other books in this series will find an even more compelling story... takes an individual’s spiritual and political perspectives and turns them on end, leading a young woman to realize her value and purpose far beyond her belief system or the duty she’s been assigned... She’s prophesized the very decline her culture is experiencing, but can her choices then make a difference in its ultimate preservation? Riveting...engrossing, well-detailed..."-Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review "

It is expected she will follow her matrilineal line by being the daughter of her generation who will serve the goddess Ix Chel on Her island of Cuzamil. However, an oracular prophecy says she will serve the goddess in a different way. At first, K'inuuw Mat resists this and contemplates escaping back to the island. In the end, she accepts Ix Chel's will for her. The prophecy comes to pass when she becomes bride to one of the sons of the ruling family in Lakam Ha. She does her own divination to see what her future husband looks like and is granted a vision of a man who turns out to be her husband's brother. What does this vision actually mean, and how will it affect her people? This was a complex, quite advanced culture... the Mayan language was very flowery and formal... and I liked that not only was the dialogue written this way, but the entity of the story was... K'inuuw Mat was the first book of this series that I've read, but I went and purchased the previous ones. I'm looking forward to reading them. A highly recommended book for those interested in the ancient Maya, or archaeology in general!"-Aislynn d'Merricksson, Seattle Book Review

"Imagine this book in vivid color on the big screen with the opening scene set in a canoe traveling in the Caribbean blue waters close to the tropical island of Cozumel at the time of the ancient Maya, and the spectacular ending scene at the magnificent Mayan archaeological site of Palenque in the mountainous jungle of Chiapas, Mexico. Awesome! This book will carry you away to another place. It is hard to put down. This compelling story, which is based on well-research history, and the author's lively imagination brings to life the ancient Mayan people, their rulers, their gods, their romance, and their struggles for survival, revenge and justice."-Jane Grimsrud, Mayan Travel Guide ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ 

"Fans of historical fiction rejoice!... the eagerly-awaited Book 4 of Leonide Martin’s Mists of Palenque series, has arrived! Martin weaves masterful storytelling with scholarly research and intuitive insight to bring-to-life a lost culture in this rich series. She draws one into a world of unique and exotic customs, politics, history, arts, sciences, spiritual practices, and relationships, so artfully and seamlessly, that the reader feels she has time-traveled and experienced the Mayan life and culture first-hand. I simultaneously could not put this page-turner down and didn’t want it to end. Fans of historical fiction rejoice. You are in for a treat!"-Stephanie Costanza, Research Associate, UCSF School of Medicine 

"I loved reading The Prophetic Mayan Queen. This book really tied the series together, but I think it would be a great read on its own. What a fascinating civilization the Mayans were! The vivid descriptions of the daily lives, how the community was organized, what deities they worshiped and why, how the children were raised and educated, what careers they chose and why; all of this was a fascinating look at an ancient civilization... Read this book and the entire series, you won't be disappointed!"-Leslie Oberholtzer, Amazon Reviewer


About Leonide Martin

Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque by Leonide Martin

Award winning author, Leonide (Lennie) Martin: Retired California State University professor, former Family Nurse Practitioner, Author and Maya researcher, Research Member Maya Exploration Center. Dr. Martin's books portray ancient Maya culture and civilization through stories about both actual historical Mayans and fictional characters. She studied Maya culture and history from both scientific and indigenous viewpoints. While living for five years in Mérida, Yucatán, Mexico, she apprenticed with Maya Elder Hunbatz Men, becoming a Solar Initiate and Maya Fire Women in the Itzá Maya tradition. Other indigenous teachers in Guatemala included Maya Priestess-Daykeeper Aum Rak Sapper and Maya elder Tata Pedro. The ancient Mayas created the most highly advanced civilization in the Western hemisphere, and Martin's work is dedicated to their wisdom, spirituality, scientific, and cultural accomplishments through compelling historical novels. Martin's interest in ancient Mayan women led to writing the Mayan Queens’ series called The Mists of Palenque. This 4-book series—each book stands alone—tells the stories of powerful women who shaped the destinies of their people as rulers themselves, or wives of rulers. These remarkable Mayan women are unknown to most readers. Using extensive research and field study, Martin aspires to depict ancient Palenque authentically and make these amazing Mayan Queens accessible to a wide readership. Presently Dr. Martin lives with her husband David Gortner and two white cats in Oregon’s Willamette Valley wine country, where she enjoys reading, gardening, nature walks, classical music, and wine tasting. 

Website: https://mistsofpalenque.com/ 
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From the author:
I know you were recently at an archeological dig can you tell us about it?  Where was it, etc. Will anything you learned show up in your next book?
In November, 2018, I went on an archeological tour of Teotihuacan, Cholula, and Cacaxtla. These are central Mexican sites around Mexico City, built by different indigenous groups thought to be the Olmeca-Xicalanca-Nahuatl people. The Toltecs later settled Cholula. The Aztecs later claimed Teotihuacan in their ancestry, though the great city had long collapsed before their time. Teotihuacan remains mysterious, a culture separate from other Mexica types. My main interest in Teotihuacan is because experts report interconnections with the Mayas. The powerful empire spread tendrils from central Mexico to Honduras, contemporary with the flowering of Maya civilization. Emissaries from this empire overturned some Maya dynasties and set Teotihuacan royalty on the throne, intermarrying with local ruling families. Teotihuacan is an impressive, huge site with towering pyramids, long boulevards, and multiple housing groups, some like apartments. Their art and architecture was powerful and bold, but they left no actual writing to tell their story. There are hints that this culture provided roots for Palenque's dynasty, but nothing definitive. We spent many hours climbing pyramids and perusing museums, with informative talks by our archeologist guide. Our tour didn't involve actual excavation, though we studied how that took place, explored the ruins, and discussed architecture and artifacts.
Teotihuacan appears in the first book I wrote about ancient Mayas, Dreaming the Maya Fifth Sun (2006). This time-span story focused on Maya predictions around the calendar ending in 2012, and the interwoven lives of an ancient Mayan priestess and contemporary woman. Much action is set in Tikal, a venerable central-Guatemala site and major power. In 378 CE, a Teotihuacan lord named Fire Born (Siyah K'ak) "entered" Tikal and established a new dynasty. That same day, Tikal's ruler met his death either in battle or by sacrificial beheading. It seems this lord placed the son of Teotihuacan's ruler, Spearthrower Owl, on the throne by marrying him to the Tikal ruler's daughter. In my book, one protagonist takes part in the battle. Chan Hun, warrior from a nearby Maya city conquered by Fire Born, is in love with the female protagonist, Yalucha, native of Tikal. He is captured and later sacrificed, setting up a poignant "enemy lovers" story that weaves through centuries and involves the contemporary woman. The story gives readers a different perspective on 2012 "end of the world" from the Maya viewpoint, and offers hopeful outcomes for Maya cycle ending prophecies.
After Teotihuacan insinuated its ruling family onto the Tikal throne, it influenced dynasties in several nearby cities by installing puppet rulers. A second important Teotihuacan coup took place 50 years later, when a war lord from Tikal "arrived" at Copan and established a new dynasty. Copan was a large city at the Mayan southeastern frontier, which we now know as Honduras. Archeologists believe Sun-faced Quetzal Macaw (K'inich Yax K'uk Mo') was of Teotihuacan blood although born in Tikal. He brought artistic symbols and building styles of the central Mexico empire, greatly expanding Copan's structures and regional influence. Probably he killed the local ruler and married into that dynasty, continuing his lineage through seventeen generations and building impressive monuments featuring his image.
Eventually, the Mayas reasserted their political control as the foreigners were gradually absorbed into their society. Subsequent rulers and their cities reflected the characteristics of Mayan culture, though some artistic styles from Teotihuacan persisted. A building style called "talud-tablero" architecture and carved images of goggle-eyed warriors continued to appear. Teotihuacan's cult of warriors, militaristic symbols and gods, and use of spear-throwers (atlatls) in battle lingered for centuries.
There is a hint that Teotihuacan may have touched the Palenque dynasty. The first ruler on record ascended to the throne in 431 CE, congruent with timing of the empire's takeovers in Tikal and Copan. But, little evidence has been found of Teotihuacan affiliations. Palenque, despite its location on the northwestern Maya periphery, has less central Mexican style ceramics or sculptures than sites in the Maya central region. A few examples include Early Classic period moldmade figurines, probably of Mexican derivation; and flange bowls that have exceptionally massive solid slab feet. These large feet were typical of cylindrical tripod bowls from Teotihuacan. Ceramic pottery shards were found in Teotihuacan that were produced in Palenque. However, the great empire had residential groups populated by Mayas, Oaxacans, Haustecans, and other Gulf and West Mexico peoples. Exchange of ceramics was common, and these findings most likely resulted from trade.
Palenque, Tikal, and Copan were close allies for several centuries. Their common enemies were Kalakmul, dominant site in the northeastern Maya region, and Quirigua, a militaristic site located on the Usumacinta River, major travel and trade route. These cities often joined forces in battle. Several events in my stories of Mayan queens (Mists of Palenque Series) involve this complex of alliances and enmities. Palenque's great ruler K'inich Janaab Pakal gave refuge to Tikal's ousted ruler in 659 CE, then fought to restore him to the throne. Pakal's great-grandson, ruler Ahkal Mo' Nab III, may have visited Copan for a calendar ceremony in 731 CE. His granddaughter, Lady Ix Xoc, was sent to marry into the Copan dynasty in 742 CE. Both of these events are in my latest book, The Prophetic Mayan Queen: K'inuuw Mat of Palenque.

Whether anything else I learned on this archeological trek shows up in another book, I can't predict. It all goes into the "Maya-Mesoamerican cultural stew" that simmers ceaselessly in my brain.

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20 February 2019

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He's matured (slightly) since then, and has switched from writing about a boy and his dog, to clean contemporary romance, murder mysteries, and light fantasy/sci-fi.
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Jim Sharp is the only widower in the senior class of Mendon State University. Still reeling from the tragedy that claimed the love of his life, he struggles to pick up the pieces and close his heart forever to love. 

When an otherworldly encounter places him squarely in the path of new love, Alex sees no way to give his crushed heart away a second time. 

His wife, however, has other plans.








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Sooner or later it was bound to happen.
You’d think a guy who had spent two years being married would at least know how to ask a girl out, but as I watched most of MeSH file out of our weekly club meeting there was no mistaking the way my pulse thudded in my ears. I’d soaked my sleeves trying to dry my palms, but to no avail.
The only way out is through, Jim, I told myself. The worst she can do is decline.








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Trigger (A Frank Marr Novel) by David Swinson

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Suspense/Thriller/ Private Investigator 3rd in Series
Mulholland Books (February 12, 2019) 
Hardcover: 352 pages 
ISBN-10: 0316264253
ISBN-13: 978-0316264259
Digital ASIN: B07DHKJ59Z
Frank Marr was a good cop, until his burgeoning addictions to alcohol and cocaine forced him into retirement from the D.C. Metro police. Now, he's barely eking out a living as a private investigator for a defense attorney--also Frank's ex-girlfriend.
Ostracized by his family after a botched case that led to the death of his baby cousin, Jeffrey, Frank was on a collision course with rock bottom. Now clean and clinging hard to sobriety, Frank passes the time--and tests himself--by robbing the houses of local dealers, taking their cash and flushing their drugs down the toilet. When an old friend from his police days needs Frank's help to prove he didn't shoot an unarmed civilian, Frank is drawn back into the world of dirty cops and suspicious drug busts, running in the same circles that enabled his addiction those years ago.
Never one to play by the rules, Frank recruits a young man he nearly executed years before. Together--a good man trying not to go bad and a bad man trying to do good--detective and criminal charge headfirst into the D.C. drug wars. Neither may make it out.

About the Author

David Swinson is a retired police detective, having served 16 years with the Washington, D.C. Metropolitan Police Department. He is the author of two previous novels featuring Frank Marr: The Second Girl and Crime Song. Swinson currently lives in Northern Virginia with his wife, daughter, bull mastiff, and bearded dragon.

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Justice Gone, a mystery/legal thriller which publishes February 22, 2019, touches upon many topical, controversial issues in today's society as well as being a thrilling and engaging read. The story encapsulates current social issues: police brutality, homelessness, the plight of returning war veterans, the frenzy of the press, and the mechanics of the US judicial system.

"When a homeless war veteran is beaten to death by the police, stormy protests ensue, engulfing a small New Jersey town. Soon after, three cops are gunned down.

A multi-state manhunt is underway for a cop killer on the loose. And Dr. Tessa Thorpe, a veteran's counselor, is caught up in the chase.

Donald Darfield, an African-American Iraqi war vet, war-time buddy of the beaten man, and one of Tessa's patients, is holed up in a mountain cabin. Tessa, acting on instinct, sets off to find him, but the swarm of law enforcement officers gets there first, leading to Darfield's dramatic capture.

Now, the only people separating him from the lethal needle of state justice are Tessa and ageing blind lawyer, Nathaniel Bodine. Can they untangle the web tightening around Darfield in time, when the press and the justice system are baying for revenge?”

Justice Gone is the first in a series of psychological thrillers involving Dr. Tessa Thorpe

In memory of Kelly Thomas, who was beaten to death by members of the Fullerton Police Department on July 5, 2011.

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Warning: Adult Language

Part I: The Incident

Chapter 1
Bruntfield, New Jersey, just another banal town in a part of the country that nobody thinks about, was about to become famous; or rather, more aptly put, infamous. People sauntered past lackluster shops unaware that in a few days, the lackadaisical streets would bear the rabid frustrations that divided the nation; a pus-like bitterness that was held in check by the demands of everyday survival and the distractions offered by obsessive consumerism and brazen media.Some would inevitably blame the cascade of events on the weather, since the origins could be found on a hot summer day in 2006. Sure, just about all summer days are hot, but this one was close to the record, and humid to boot. By the end of July, the Northeast coast was suffering under a sweltering heat wave. Despite the humidity, no one could remember the last time it had rained. A hundred-year drought was predicted, they’d said. Bruntfield, among the many places under this curse, had its water supply so severely depressed that the city authorities were forced to impose water rationing. As if that wasn’t enough, the excessive load on air conditioners led to incessant brownouts. With the weather nothing less than insufferable, suffocating, oppressive, even provoking, tempers flared along with the temperature. But the local situation, as bad as it was, was about to get worse.
In the heart of this small town, just a block up from the bus depot, sat Sliders, a rather successful drinking establishment catering to young adults, and noted for its ecstasy-fueled rave parties. At four in the afternoon, the owner, Joe Poppet, a burly man with a thick red beard and a well-developed beer belly, was staring out the large glass facade of his bar.

“Screw this heat, man.” Joe was sweating because he didn’t want to turn on the air- conditioning; as a rule, he didn’t put it on until a half hour before opening. He possessed a rather cynical personality, considering himself continually persecuted by life’s little aggravations. Now it was the heat ramping up his electricity bill; soon it would be the freezing temperatures inflating his heating bill...always something. His worries constantly exceeded his hopes. He was sort of a “glass-half-empty” man.

Rudy Glum, the shaven-headed bartender, was an easygoing optimist, a “glass-half-full” kind of guy. He was whistling as he washed the glasses in the sink behind the bar. “Tell me about it,” he chuckled. “I hear ya, buddy.”

But Rudy’s sanguinity did not rub off on Joe. “There’s that guy again.”

“What guy?” “That fucking guy we saw yesterday.” “Oh, yeah, he’s probably from the bus depot. Lotta homeless hang out there.”

Joe continued to stare out the glass facade, feeling helpless. “For Chrissakes, why can’t the city do something and get rid of those bastards. They’re a fucking eyesore...it’s bad for business. Probably got diseases too.”

Rudy finished drying the glass in his hand and hung it up on the beer mug rack. “Yeah, it’s a goddamn shame,” he said noncommittally, trying to get these glasses done before the evening crowd surged in.

“He doesn’t have a shirt on.” “Yeah, well it’s hot, ain’t it? Wish I could take mine off.” “And we’re opening in an hour. Ladies Night tonight.” Rudy said nothing while reaching for another glass from the sink behind the bar.

“Call the cops.” The bartender froze with the glass still in his hand. “And tell them what?”

“I don’t know, tell ‘em there’s someone suspicious hanging out on the corner...trying to break into cars or something. That way they’ll come fast.”

Reluctantly, Rudy put down his dishrag, picked up the phone, and dialed 911, not feeling good about it at all.

Patrolman Rafael Puente might well be considered an unattractive man. A pencil-thin mustache above diminutive lips made insignificant by his large inflated face, gave his head the appearance of a balloon with a cartoon countenance. His acne- scarred skin oozed sweat as he studied the thin disheveled man, shirtless with unkempt hair and a scraggly beard, standing three feet in front of him. “You were trying door handles on cars, eh?” The man’s body wavered, but his gaze was focused hard on Puente’s eyes. Then his own eyes darted left and right, revealing his vacillation on how to handle this situation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Puente began playing with his baton, twirling it down, and then back up smack into his palm. Rotating it down, rotating it up, like a long yo-yo...like the tail of an agitated cat ready to pounce. “Give me a language...tell me a language you speak in.”

“Like what?” Puente’s tone rose in hostility. “Tell me a language you speak in.” “I don’t know. What do you want to know?”

The humidity was so dense it felt like a sponge rubbing against their skins; so thick you could almost take a bite out of it and chew it.

“I want to know what kinda language you speak.” “I don’t know.” “Yeah, well, what do you know?” “I don’t know.” “My partner, he speaks ten languages. Right, Foxy?” Patrolman John Fox, a clean-shaven, waspish-looking man standing to his right, smiled a mouthful of nice bright teeth.

“Yeah, that’s right. I can speak Mongolian, Cambodian...” Fox came closer, boxing in the man they were questioning.

“He don’t speak English,” Puente told his partner. “You don’t?” Fox asked the homeless man. The figure in front of them became fidgety. “What do you think I speak?”

Fox put his hands on his hips. “I don’t know, you tell us. You’re speaking English right now, aren’t ya?”

Puente interrupted. “You know, it seems I see you all the time, and all the time I gotta say something to you. Do you enjoy that?”

“Oh yeah, I love bumping into you all the time.” “Really?” The bearded man looked to his left and right, looking for an escape route while at the same time desperately trying to tell himself that these guys were just American cops and not the enemy in Iraq. He was trembling with the effort. “So, what do you guys wanna know?”

Puente’s baton was still twirling with pent-up belligerence. “I asked you already.”

“I don’t know what...” “You trying to open car doors?” “Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “What does that mean, is that a yes or a no?” “I don’t know, don’t know what you’re hassling me for, man.” “You got any ID on you?” “No. I don’t need any.” “You don’t need any?” Fox voiced with a rising tone of contempt.

“No, I don’t drive, I don’t vote, no credit card, and I don’t use my passport anymore.”

“So what’s your name?” Puente asked. “Felson. Jay Felson.” “What’s your first name?” “I just fucking told you, man. Jay.” “’J’ is an initial. Tell me your full name.” “Jay, J-A-Y, Felson.” Puente, his question answered, went off on a new tack. “You know, I can take you to jail right now...loitering, suspicion of burglary.”

“You don’t have anything better to do?” “What’s in your knapsack?” Fox interjected. “Why? You wanna search it? “If you don’t mind.”

The bearded man swung his bag off his shoulders and handed it over. “Knock yourself out.”

“Sit down,” Puente abruptly ordered. “Sit down where?” “On the ground.” This was getting hard. Just cops, he reminded himself, but he suspected something worse.

“I said sit down.” “Where man?” “Where you’re standing, on the ground.” Felson plopped down on the concrete pavement. “Put your legs out in front of you. Stretch them out.” Just do it. He did so, his arms at his sides supporting him. “Put your hands on your knees.” No, this is a mind fuck, man. He ignored the command. “I said put your hands on your knees.” Realizing he didn’t have much choice, Jay drew his legs up first, then put his hands on his knees.

“Stretch your legs out.” He removed his hands from his knees and stretched out his legs. “Put your fucking hands on your knees.”

“What the fuck you want me to do. I can’t do both.” “Give it a try, lean forward and put your hands on your knees.”

Fox was going through the items found in the knapsack. “Got some letters here. They ain’t addressed to Jay Felson...let’s see, Casey Hull, Donald Darfield... You stealing other people’s letters, boy.”

“I’m gonna mail them.” “They already got stamps on them,” Fox noted. “How come you haven’t mailed them yet? You know, just slip them into a mailbox. There’s one right over there on the corner.”

Puente was still toying with his baton. “Let’s take him in on a 4-96.” Four-ninety-six was police code for handling stolen property.

Jay Felson, feeling an ache in his lower back, removed his hands from his knees, once again placing his arms in back of him to support himself.

“Hey, what the fuck I tell ya! Hands on knees!” This time Felson was not eager to comply. He remained motionless in silent defiance.

Puente then reached into his back pocket and slowly, deliberately, put on a pair of latex gloves. He thrust one glove- laden fist in front of Felson’s face. “See these fists?’

“Yeah, what about ‘em?” “They’re getting ready to fuck you up.” “That just sucks.” “Put your legs out, put your hands on your knees” “Hey, I’m sick of playing games, which one is it!” Puente slapped him in the head. “Hey, wouldya just fucking...” “Put your hands on your knees!” he yelled, giving Felson another slap.

“Wouldya just fucking...”

Fox got on his handheld radio. “Code three, four-fifteen, bus depot corner Fifth and Clemston.” (Code three, urgent, proceed with lights and siren; four-fifteen, disturbance.)

Puente slapped Felson’s head a third time. Felson stood up, tired of being hit while on the ground.

Puente raised his baton. Felson put his hands in front of him to display supplication. “Hey, hey all right!” “Get on the ground, get on the ground now!” Fox screamed. Both officers began to hit Felson on his legs and side with their batons, and he did what came instinctively—he ran.

“Take him down, take him down!” Puente yelled. They grabbed him, got him down on the pavement, pressing his face against the concrete, and the real beating began.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, sorry, man.” “Put your hands behind your back,” the two cops shouted, twisting his arms.

“Okay, I’m sorry...I can’t breathe...” The two cops were on top, Puente with a knee in Felson’s back and Fox kicking him. “Stop resisting,” they both yelled in turns.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” A second patrol car pulled up with sirens blaring and flashers blazing. Two more officers sprang from the car and piled on. One of the new guys, Victor Fratollini, tasered Felson, zzzzt, and Fox began walloping him over the head with his stun gun. Another unit pulled up. Two more cops, two more assailants, and seeing Fratollini smashing the homeless man’s cheekbones with his elbow, joined in the fracas.

Zzzzt, zzzzt, zzzzt they tasered him again and again. “Dad, Dad, help me!” More tasering, six times now. “Help me, Dad! I can’t breathe, I can’t...Dad...” Someone pounded Felson’s head into the pavement. “Dad help me!” A pool of blood formed beneath him. The six police officers relentlessly pummeled him, the scene resembling a feeding frenzy of enraged carnivores...until Felson was no longer able to call for his father.
Author Bio
N. Lombardi Jr, the N for Nicholas, has spent over half his life in Africa, Asia, and the Middle East, working as a groundwater geologist. Nick can speak five languages: Swahili, Thai, Lao, Chinese, and Khmer (Cambodian).

In 1997, while visiting Lao People's Democratic Republic, he witnessed the remnants of a secret war that had been waged for nine years, among which were children wounded from leftover cluster bombs. Driven by what he saw, he worked on The Plain of Jars for the next eight years.
Nick maintains a website with content that spans most aspects of the novel: The Secret War, Laotian culture, Buddhism etc. http://plainofjars.net
His second novel, Journey Towards a Falling Sun, is set in the wild frontier of northern Kenya.

His latest novel, Justice Gone was inspired by the fatal beating of a homeless man by police. Nick now lives in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

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