Beyond Words Publishing Novels & Stories

“It’s a very real thing. His first collection of poetry, The Grass Is Never Greener - Contemporary Cowboy Poetry, he published under J. P. Gorham became an international bestseller the first week it was published. His personal appearances are standing room only events and his chap books, artwork and audio CDs always sell out. Unfortunately, Henry wouldn’t even consider publishing poetry, so we didn’t sign him and John started his own independent press. He’s doing really well. I’m happy for him.” Anna pointed to another section on the floor plan. This is the children’s book area. “You should stop by Derek Taylor Kent and his wife Sheri Fink. Their company is called Whimsical World. I wanted

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But she was also intimidated by it. “Hehe.. You can always ask me if you’re confused about something..” Dawn smiled warmly at her. “Can I? Wow.. I live with a real author! My gosh! Thank you for this Dawn! My gosh! This picture on the cover is so beautiful. It looks professionally done.. Where did you have this printed?” “Oh--that.. I sent that to a publishing company based in the USA. It’s called Wordsmith Literature.” “Wait… In the USA? As in--America?!!!”

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

"Something came through. Something from the other side." I felt the words like frost across my spine. The Underworld. The place of shadows, magic, and monsters. It was a legend, only a ghost story, it couldn't have been real, and yet if it wasn't how else would we explain the chaos before us? Malen would never lie to me, he had a weird sense of humour but I could feel he was telling the truth about this one. The urgency in his voice and the raw fear I saw in his eyes was enough confirmation.

"Jasmine is dead!" She pointed to the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. With a mocking glance at him, she added, "You really don't want to read that? Those are the last words she left behind for you." William's eyes followed her finger, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the torn fragments of the letter. The wind blew them around, and through the scraps, he could still make out faint traces of writing. He took a step back, his legs shaking. "No... this can't be real…" he muttered. "She's the woman who outlasted storms—how the hell does a force like that just... vanish?"

Coach Patrick asked solemnly while trying to read through Stanley's expression but Stanley's expression was well convey. " That's the best option, Amelia." Stanley mumbled under his breath before walking off leaving his coach to himself and at the same time ignored his coach question. "Hey… Stanley, wait for me!" '"Damn you, Stanley!" **** . Three months later. M&A company. Amelia stood in front of the company she has been running for years, which has become more successful worldwide and know as a commercial buiness.

The vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I try to shake it off. The vision, it felt so real. It can't be true. It's just my mind messing with me. It's definitely my mind playing around because I can't believe that. But the truth gnawed in my face. A truth I can't confront. I found Nexus waiting quietly by the entrance. It was morning already. Good lord! “You saw something.” I hesitate, but I nodded weakly. “Some visions are just warnings.” She smiled softly. “Others are promises. What you do with it, how you deal with it, that's what will define what you'll become.” She quipped, her voice firm.