Authors: Luis Samways
Six Thrilling reads
Text © 2013 by Luis Samways
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This book is a work of fiction and, except in the case of historical fact, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
ition first published in December 2013
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Hello there. Thank you for stumbling onto my work. Now I know what you are thinking….damn, six books for 0.99 cents (or 77p if you are a fellow Englishman like myself)
You are thinking; you’re crazy Luis, why put up all your work
from this past year for 99 cents? The answer is simple…as a thank you for my readers (if you haven’t read all my work, now is the perfect time) and a big thank you to my new ones.
This writing journey has been one hell of a ride and I am so thankful for my many fans. In this collection is my heart and soul, on paper (well, kindle ink) for everyone to enjoy.
It contains my Frank McKenzie novels (The Casual Killer, 25
Of Dismember), Das Death (my new alternate history WW2 thriller), Beacon Of Light season one (my post-apocalyptic thriller) and two of my best novella length shorts (Cobwebs & Death Roulette).
This collection is a year’s worth of work, and it’s all yours for a special price. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to tell the world about me ( I won’t blush, honestly!) and leave a review if you wish!
Thanks once again.
The following books have been proofread and professionally edited. I myself am an Indie Author, and as an Indie I pride myself on the quality of my work. That being said, please bear in mind that I am only human, and so are my beta/proof readers. Like sushi, some bones may be present (spelling and grammar bones!)
I understand that spelling and grammar mistakes are annoying, but can assure you that all these books have been checked and double checked by me, my fiancé and my editors.
Regarding some of my earlier work, I had a habit of writing my stories in first person present tense. Don’t ask why, I’m not even sure. If the thought of “says” versus “said” annoys the hell out of you, then please don’t buy this collection. (Or buy it and grit your teeth!)
My later work “Das Death” is written in past tense (the proper way) and so will all my future books. To be honest, it was an experiment, and some people hated it, while others loved it. I myself am split in the middle and think present tense writing is harder and can come off as grammatically incorrect, hence this warning.
I do hope this release lives up to your expectations, and if for some reason it falls below your standards, then please email me at
to see if I can personally say sorry.
If you end up loving this book, then please email me as well, so I can say hi! I answer back to all my emails from my readers, even the “I hate your books” readers.
Thanks once again, and I appreciate your support!
Beacon of Light
‘Okay, the signal is up and running. That’s all of them now. Hopefully Conway will appreciate my efforts,’ the techy guy says to the woman beside him. She gives him an inconsistent stare as if to downplay his role in this particular operation.
‘You did your job, that’s all we asked you to do,’ she says spitefully.
‘That’s beside the point. I’m fed up of all this shit. You can’t surely think that my life can return to normal after this do you?’ He asks.
She smiles as she overlooks the big monitor in front of her. Dotted on the monitors is a schematic of the United States. On the schematic are flashing dots covering all of the states. There are quite a few of them, each one blinking within its own rhythm. The screen is bouncing with light as she puts her hand behind her head and fiddles with her hair clip. She looks back down at the technician who seems to be waiting for her to respond to his previous question.
‘Who said anything about your life returning to normal?’ She says calmly.
The comment catches the technician off guard. He squints his eyes in confusion.
‘What do you mean? Of course my life is going to return to normal. It’s all done now. Every beacon is active. It’s taken me long enough. I have a life to get back to,’ he explains as he starts exiting the current computer application he is on.
‘You have no life now. You’re just a number, just like the beacons out there. You have given your life to this government, and for that we are grateful. Anything but your life is not acceptable. You can’t go back to the life you once knew. I thought we made that clear when we hired you. We pay big money for a reason you know,’ the woman says as she continues to fondle with her hair clip, one hand remaining at her side as she does so.
‘Big money? How the hell am I supposed to spend any of it if you won’t let me leave? For all I know you guys are just stringing me along. I haven’t seen a single payslip yet.’
‘You don’t need to see anything number nine,’ she says.
The man’s face grows red with anger.
‘I fucking told you guys to not call me number nine. My name is…’
Before the man can finish what he was about to say the woman pulls a sharp pointed spear like object from her bunched up hair. She swings the pointed object down and lands it firmly in the cranium of the man. He starts to convulse as he sits on his chair. The signs of life rush out of him as he catches onto one last breath. She pulls the sharp object out of his skull and throws it on the floor. She reaches into her smart office jacket and pulls out her cell phone. She dials some numbers and brings the phone to her ear.
‘I’m going to need another technician….Number nine was terminated….Lets just call it a slight glitch,’ she says coldly