On September 26, 2017, the Kickstarter campaign for Zac's Guitar will close. We are currently at 19% funding for this project and are hopeful that we can reach our goal. As an extra thank you to everyone who pledges to the campaign, I will be naming all of my backers on the acknowledgement page of the book. That's right, your name in print in every copy of the book!
Here's a look at some of the pledge levels. Each, includes a preorder of the book
$3 an electronic copy of the book in any format specified
$20 an autographed paperback and custom bookmark
$25 and $30 levels include the autographed paperback, bookmark, and custom pins and/or pendants designed and hand crafted specifically for this project
$60 signed paperback copies of all three books in the Not Forgotten Series
Zac's Guitar Kickstarter Link
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Friday, September 8, 2017
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Saturday, September 2, 2017
Zac's Guitar - Jimmy's Vision
David Dean got in his car in the University
Garage at 9:00pm. He’d spent the evening giving a lecture on the difference
between poltergeist activity and true hauntings. As he reached for the key, he
noticed his cell phone sitting in the console. He wasn’t big on technology and
often made a habit of forgetting his phone. He picked it up and saw that he had
two missed calls. The first was from his assistant, Kerry, no doubt checking to
make sure he remembered the lecture. The second was a familiar number, his old
friend and colleague Jimmy Redbush.
He had a voicemail and played it hoping it
was Redbush and not Kerry. Luck was on his side.
Jimmy Redbush said, “Hello, old friend. I’m
calling you because I’ve had a vision and in my vision, there are many arrows.
First, the crossed arrows of friendship which made me think of you. Then, I saw
the two arrows pointing at the stone which are for warding off evil and the two
arrows flying toward each other signifying war and I thought of our trials with
young Lilly Roberts. The last arrow flew
alone signifying peace. This told me that victory is possible and that this is
not the final battle. I saw one other
thing, the butterfly. This I do not understand, but I called you to ask if
you’re okay and to inquire (A long pause), about your mother.”
David saved the message and stared at the
phone a long time. He said, simply, “Mother”.
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