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Someone had titled it "Confronting Damian Carter at a bar. Did not go how I expected." It had forty thousand views by morning and was climbing fast. The comments were not all kind but a lot of them were. People pointing out that I said I was wrong without immediately adding qualifiers. People saying the calm was different from what they had pictured reading the book. One comment near the top said "Karen's book described a predator. This is not what a predator looks like when someone pushes back." Mike leaned against the bar and read over my shoulder for a minute and then said "Good for business."

Elara -------- The response to the book came in waves. The first wave was the press — reviews, commentary, the inevitable political reactions from people who had been named or implicated. She had prepared for all of it and handled it with the discipline she had developed over the past year: precise, brief, willing to discuss the substance and unwilling to perform controversy. The minister who had tried to suppress the book gave two more speeches. Both inadvertently drove more sales. She stopped tracking his interventions after the third one.

POV: JAXON The book released on a Tuesday. By Wednesday, it was a New York Times bestseller. By Thursday, the backlash began. It started with think pieces. "How Dare He Profit From His Family's Crimes?" "Jaxon Romano: Redemption or Blood Money?" "The Ethics of Publishing a Criminal's Story" Some of it was fair criticism. I had been part of that world. I had hurt people. But some of it was cruel. Vicious. Attacking not just me, but Isla. The kids. Our entire family.

And they have supported me with my writing career. But that changed when the release of 'Live your Life' came out. I still remember the anger pouring from them. They screamed at me about how much my book was against the will of God on Thanksgiving, in front of all of my family members. I thought that they will see that my book is trying to open new doors. The whole point of the book was to make new discussions about religions and the traditions behind them. I returned to Canada sobbing until my eyes were red. It was embarrassing looking back, but it was gut-wrenching at the time.

It just had to be that bastard man. In their argument, Aariv was saying something concerning a book and my father was opposing it with all the energy he could summon from his large stomach. “Burn it!” Aariv furious voice came out low-pitched and husky. He was not the type that enjoyed projecting their voice above others. “Why should I?” my father asked. “You know exactly why, Isac.” “This book contains knowledge and power.” “This book contains dangerous fairy tale.” Aariv sat, evidently tired of standing. He adjusted his long hair away from his face. “Don’t you see?”

"What's wrong with it? It's a science book. About geology." "Hundreds of millions of years? They don't teach you this kind of thing in church." He snaps the book closed, holding it to his chest. "Hey, it's not mine. I have to give it back." "I'll give it back to him," snarls Brett, "with a piece of my mind for good measure." ***** The door to Mr Kalkowski's office slams open and Brett stamps in. He slings the book down on the headmaster's desk. "What kind of reading is this to give to an impressionable teenager?"

“Have you read Eddie Palmer’s new book? He tried to ride her coattails, sure, made a splash at first, but readers bailed fast. I think he’s just bitter now that his cover’s blown.” “Just did a little digging—this guy used a burner to like his own posts from his main account. It’s definitely him.” Soon after, his name shot up the trending search list, grabbing the attention of a wider audience. As people read the breakdowns and evidence, the verdict became clear: he was just another bitter writer, stirring up trouble out of jealousy. Groups of users started flooding his main account, and even the comments under his novel, with angry messages. “You’ve got no shame at all. Your writing’s trash

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

“They base it on the book by Edoul Kurg. Surely you’ve read it.” “His first book,” Bjorn said. “I didn’t read it. By the time they lifted the ban and renewed publication rights, I was into other studies.” “Because he is a techistorian," she said. “They were upset when he dared write a fictional book.” She paused, grabbed Bjorn on the right arm, and looked him in the eyes. “Some people take the work as factual.”