The Collected A.E. Williams: Volume 1 by A.E. Williams

Release date: September 20, 2019

Subgenre: Collection

About The Collected A.E. Williams: Volume 1:

 

For the first time, all A.E. Williams' published works are available as one single volume!

This is the perfect gift for the science fiction reader, science nerd or irascible curmudgeon in your life!

Terminal Reset - The Coming of the Wave
The breakout science fiction novel that explores an alternate history where everyone one earth regresses forty years in age! Dr. David Harding and Dr. Tatania Golovonov must find a way to survive in a world gone mad! Regressed to teenagers, the two fight to find a way to reverse the effects of The Wave, a force from out of Time and Space. Filled with excitement and action, Terminal Reset will have you on the edge of your seat!

Terminal Reset - Return of the Wanderers

 A strange spaceship enters the outer boundaries of the Solar System, returning from an eons long mission. But, who are the inhabitants and what do they want with Earth?

Taking place in the same universe as Terminal Reset, this story explores the implications of ancient civilizations and how they have affected our evolution. Mars isn't just our neighbor in space! Another exciting tale for your science fiction enjoyment!

Rocket Surgeon

 A.E. Williams essays on AGW, the Space Race, Hollywood and other tales to entertain and fascinate you! Get a behind the curtains peek at Relativity, rocket science, jet engine testing and other cool nerdy things that A.E. has done! Find out why the world probably won't end tomorrow, but is sure to do so in the distant future! Travel in space and time and maybe learn a thing or two about our Universe. Climb aboard for another wild ride from the redoubtable A.E. Williams!

The Unholy Trinity Series

The infamous trilogy of cutting, biting satires that lampoon today's headlines!

Second Coming - Jesus bets His half-brother, Lucifer that the bet God made with him regarding Job can be done, again, and better. The implications are breathtaking! Does the Big J wind up the victor? Or, does the Devil get his due?

Anno Domini - Jesus and Lucifer's betting is getting out of hand! This time, Jesus bets that the souls of the most outstanding humans ever born can redeem Mankind from original Sin. But, there's a catch! A Virgin Birth is part of the scheme, but maybe Jesus didn't think everything through?

Imperius Wrecks - A satirical and humorous look at one possible future! A nightmare or a dream - you get to decide.
In the far distant future, a nun is tasked with ancient rituals descended from one man's egotistical grasp for power and immortality. Could this really happen?

Filled with religious references, popular concerns of the day, and a cast of totally fictional characters, this satire puts a spin on current events that will have you spitting coffee all over yourself in shock, from laughing or pure unadulterated rage. You'll be aghast at the content, the implications and the mirror held up to our world.

Come along as A.E. Williams once more pulls no punches as he slams the One Percent, Religion and Political parties of all stripes!

NOTE: Contains previously published works. 

 

Excerpt:

 

"Let me tell you something about success.There is no real "secret".

You just decide to do it.

You get up one day and you think that you might try to do something. Anything.

So, you maybe write down a list of things you need. Or, make a little sketch or drawing.

Then, if you are broke, you think of ways to get the materials you need. If all you need is a pen or paper (you write, or draw, or create poems) then you just get comfortable and start writing. Anything at all...there is no failure. There is not a set 'goal', you are acclimating yourself to doing things again, is all.

Once you get some ideas on paper, and maybe start doing a few things, try to keep at it.

Now is the time to put dates on a calendar, or set small goals, write an outline, buy some essential supplies....you get the picture.

The important thing is KEEP MOVING FORWARD.

There is no failure...there is only learning.

When you were a child in kindergarten, you explored the world. You did not have to judge your progress by any measure other than your delight and wonder at new things.

You want to do that again. You want to move in a direction where each new day gives you a small pleasure of learning....NOT accomplishment.

The key is to have FUN.

Don't let your mind fool you into thinking you are wasting time, or goofing off. Learn to get into the rhythm of having fun doing your tasks.

Growing up in our society can bleed all the fun out of doing things.

You may measure your self-worth against others (like Ed Harris was doing with Alec Baldwin in “Glengarry Glen Ross”) and if you come up short, so what?

Who is telling you that Alec Baldwin is a better person to be than Ed Harris? That gold watch? That BMW?

Is Ed Harris really better off being a ‘good father’ if he can’t provide for his children?

There are choices to be made, and sacrifices that go with them. And consequences…

So, what do we do about it?

You decide what YOU want.

You set the pace.

You set the expectations.

Your fear comes from the idea that you must be perfect.

That you MUST succeed.

But, living for another ten minutes is success.

Having a nice meal is success.

Even watching tv or reading a book can be successful if it keeps moving you forward.

The big thing to remember is that no one else can make you happy.

You have to do that yourself.

If you fear change, attack it in small increments.

Put on your shirt instead of your socks first.

Change the mug you typically use for your coffee.

Over a long period of time, incremental changes in positive ways WILL take effect.

Trust in yourself, and write down problems with pro and con columns. Think about things before rushing into them.

And, don't ever let other people crush your spirit. If you are surrounded by jealousy, or crazy drama, or even farting assholes -- just move.

Outside.

Go to the park.

A cafe.

Remove the distractions.

Focus.

Create.

Live.

A.E. WilliamsHigh Springs, FLMay, 2017"

 

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About A.E. Williams:

A.E. Williams has a unique background of military experience, aerospace engineering and intelligence analysis. 

Born near Pittsburgh, A.E. Williams is man of a mystery. As a young man, Williams served the United States government in various capacities, which he then followed with ten years as an outfitter. Williams finally retired and moved down to rural central Florida, where he ran a medium - sized tilapia farm. He did his writing at night, usually accompanied by a bottle of Maker's Mark bourbon and a large supply of Classic Dr. Pepper and ice.

A.E. Williams is the author of the exciting hard science fiction series Terminal Reset, which is about the effects of a mysterious force from billions of miles away from Earth that was formed millions of years ago. When The Wave strikes, everything changes! 

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The Unholy Trinity Series by A.E. Williams

Release date: June 20, 2019

Subgenre: Dystopian, Satire

About The Unholy Trinity Series: 

 

The Unholy Trinity Collection

Imperius Wrecks - The first in a series of satirical and humorous looks at one possible future! A nightmare or a dream - you get to decide.
In the far distant future, a nun is tasked with ancient rituals descended from one man's egotistical grasp for power and immortality. Could this really happen?

Second Coming - Jesus bets His half-brother, Lucifer that the bet God made with him regarding Job can be done, again, and better. The implications are breathtaking! Does the Big J wind up the victor? Or, does the Devil get his due?

Anno Domini - Jesus and Lucifer's betting is getting out of hand! This time, Jesus bets that the souls of the most outstanding humans ever born can redeem Mankind from original Sin. But, there's a catch! A Virgin Birth is part of the scheme, but maybe Jesus didn't think everything through?

Filled with religious references, popular concerns of the day, and a cast of totally fictional characters, this satire puts a spin on current events that will have you spitting coffee all over yourself in shock, from laughing or pure unadulterated rage. You'll be aghast at the content, the implications and the mirror held up to our world.

Come along as A.E. Williams once more pulls no punches as he slams the One Percent, Religion and Political parties of all stripes!

The Unholy Trinity series of short stories will blow your mind as only A.E. Williams can!

 

Excerpt from The Second Coming:

 

Jesus Christ lay in a chaise longue on the deck of His private yacht, the Virgin Mary, nursing His fifth Mai-Tai of the morning.

The yacht was currently moored in the Red Sea, and sat bobbing on the smooth waves. The sound of distant mortars jarred His sensibilities.

He sighed.

“Fucking Lucifer,” He mumbled, holding His head against the migraine behind His eyes.

He raised them to Heaven.

“‘Chosen People’ My puckered sphincter, Dad!” He shouted at the sky.

Jesus had awakened late, as was His habit, and immediately taken a bong hit of some primo sativa, letting the smoke draw deep into His lungs. He snickered at the thought that so many people thought weed was ‘evil,’ and contemplated the Universe, for, like, the millionth time. He mentally threw a curse at His half-brother, Lucifer, whom He knew would feel a slight twinge in His temple, because of their entangled nature. He thought the migraines were Lucifer’s way of screwing with Him in return.

But He could never prove it…

He’d played Devil’s Advocate with both sides of that argument, but could never reach a conclusion.

Damn His half-brother to Hell!

Oh, wait! Too late!

He smirked at how clever He was, being able to inject so many religious metaphors into His stream-of-consciousness thoughts, but ascribed it to the effects of the pot. 

He sighed.

Being omniscient was a real drag, sometimes. A royal pain in the ass, if He were being honest.

He stood up from His chaise, and set the Mai Tai on a bamboo table He’d known Confucius to recommend to other gurus.

Walking into the head, He urinated into the stainless-steel commode.

“Piss, Christ!” he chortled.

He shook the last few drops of holy water from His circumcised penis.

That had been a bad idea, He ruefully considered.

Jesus stripped off His robe, and walked into the shower, pausing to grab the bottle of champagne from the sterling silver ice bucket. All of the ice had melted. He took His Name in vain.

“Fuck you,” He said, to no one, as He shampooed His long, blond locks of hair. He turned off the spigots, and sat on the cold marble ledge of His shower, the water droplets dripping slowly from His body in rivulets.

Reaching to the bottle, He popped the cork. He took a swig. It was flat, and tasted like ass. Donkey, to be specific.

He poured some more past His jawbones, and gulped it down. “I really need to teach those monks how to make good wine,” He mused.

He doused His toes with the remainder, enjoying the sensation of the tiny bubbles in the wine tickling His toenails.

He sat there, eyes closed, just breathing in, and out, slowly, for a few minutes, letting the stress of the day float away from Him.

After He’d washed His feet with cold, flat Dom Perignon, He floated down from the stern of the yacht, and bathed in the waters of the Red Sea. He always enjoyed this; it reminded Him of that day with Peter, sans the stormy winds. He walked around the ship, His first Mai Tai in hand, just observing the play of light between the ship, the sea and the sky.

He sighed, and sipped.

He stood on the surface, occasionally dipping His toes into the water, scaring a random fish. He briefly thought about dividing it into a couple thousand more, and tossing a few million loaves of bread into the water, just to stir things up a bit, but realized that would be against the rules of The Wager. He stomped on the water, and the fish swam off.

He scratched His naked buttocks, frowning and farted.

“Holy winds! I’ll bet they smell that one all the way down at the Mission Basilica San Juan Capistrano!” He smiled, then immediately frowned again.

His stigmata were bothering Him this fine morning. He scratched at one, slightly. It was irksome that, after all these thousands of years, He still felt them when the weather was dry, or if He really thought about it. Sometimes, while He slept, they wept blood. 

He would take His Own name in vain, then, grabbing the red-stained sheets into handfuls of silky vestments, and shove them into the washing machines. They never were totally clean; He could detect the faint traces of His blood, even after using OxyClean. 

Once, He tried Clorox, directly on the tainted cloth, and was rewarded with something that looked like a poor copy of the ‘Shroud of Turin,’ which had Him laughing for at least five minutes. He’d had a wicked idea, and mailed it, listing the return address as Mount Sinai, to the Pope. The ensuing chaos had Him grinning for weeks.

It was rare for Him to find humor in His actions, since being immortal had made life boring and predictable, mostly. Mostly. He did find the occasional opportunity to wreak metaphysical and spiritual havoc, once in a great while, and took care to at least try to appreciate the irony.

He scratched idly at His side, and then levitated to the deck. 

He poured another drink from the pitcher He’d manifested, adjusting the tartness slightly. He sipped it, smacking His lips, His smooth-shaved face radiant in the afternoon sun.

He looked out over the waters, slowly floating around the deck, sitting in the lotus position that the Buddha had taught to Him.

“Enlightened, My Holy Ass!” He said, out loud, for the millionth time.

Jesus wept, a bit, then, missing the comforting company of His true friend and kindred spirit.

Gathering His composure, He leaned back, and enjoyed the day, mentally scheming as to how He was going to beat His brother, this time.

 

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Book 2: The Second Coming is free on Amazon from July 4 - July 8.

 

About A.E. Williams:

A.E. Williams has a unique background of military experience, aerospace engineering and intelligence analysis. 

Born near Pittsburgh, A.E. Williams is man of a mystery. As a young man, Williams served the United States government in various capacities, which he then followed with ten years as an outfitter. Williams finally retired and moved down to rural central Florida, where he ran a medium - sized tilapia farm. He did his writing at night, usually accompanied by a bottle of Maker's Mark bourbon and a large supply of Classic Dr. Pepper and ice.

A.E. Williams is the author of the exciting hard science fiction series Terminal Reset, which is about the effects of a mysterious force from billions of miles away from Earth that was formed millions of years ago. When The Wave strikes, everything changes! 

Website | Youtube

 

Second Coming (Unholy Trinity, Book 2) by A.E. Williams

Release date: February 6, 2019

Subgenre: Satire

About Second Coming:

 

What Will Jesus Do?

After being crucified for Mankind's sins, Jesus Christ and his half-brother, Lucifer, pass the time before His Resurrection playing cards in Hades.

They discuss the Plan of God, which they realize is another scheme intended to push Judgement Day thousands of years into the future.

After a heated exchange, Jesus gambles a billion souls that, by repeating the wager that Lucifer and God undertook regarding Job several thousand years prior, Mankind will prove His argument.

Lucifer agrees, and the next day, Jesus rises.

But, as the years go by, Jesus realizes that Lucifer may have stacked the deck in his favor!

He publishes his parables and morality tales under various pseudonyms.

He uses His knowledge of The List, composed by His Father, to guide His readers to the Truth.

In the current day, He now lives on his yacht, the Virgin Mary, in the Red Sea.

As His wager with Lucifer draws to a close, Signs of the Apocalypse portend that the Time of Revelations is at hand!

What will He do to save the human race from itself?

This is the second of series of speculative short satires that began with Imperius Wrecksby acclaimed science fiction author and raconteur A.E. Williams! Come aboard as Williams puts his redoubtable wit to complex problems of philosophy, morality and ethical conundrums. Reminiscent of speculative fiction in the vein of Vonnegut and Dick, Second Coming will fire your imagination!

 

Excerpt:

 

Jesus Christ lay in a chaise longue on the deck of His private yacht, the Virgin Mary, nursing His fifth Mai-Tai of the morning.

The yacht was currently moored in the Red Sea, and sat bobbing on the smooth waves. The sound of distant mortars jarred His sensibilities.

He sighed.

“Fucking Lucifer,” He mumbled, holding His head against the migraine behind His eyes.

He raised them to Heaven.

“‘Chosen People’ My puckered sphincter, Dad!” He shouted at the sky.

Jesus had awakened late, as was His habit, and immediately taken a bong hit of some primo sativa, letting the smoke draw deep into His lungs. He snickered at the thought that so many people thought weed was ‘evil,’ and contemplated the Universe, for, like, the millionth time. He mentally threw a curse at His half-brother, Lucifer, whom He knew would feel a slight twinge in His temple, because of their entangled nature. He thought the migraines were Lucifer’s way of screwing with Him in return.

But He could never prove it…

He’d played Devil’s Advocate with both sides of that argument, but could never reach a conclusion.

Damn His half-brother to Hell!

Oh, wait! Too late!

He smirked at how clever He was, being able to inject so many religious metaphors into His stream-of-consciousness thoughts, but ascribed it to the effects of the pot. 

He sighed.

Being omniscient was a real drag, sometimes. A royal pain in the ass, if He were being honest.

He stood up from His chaise, and set the Mai Tai on a bamboo table He’d known Confucius to recommend to other gurus.

Walking into the head, He urinated into the stainless-steel commode.

“Piss, Christ!” he chortled.

He shook the last few drops of holy water from His circumcised penis.

That had been a bad idea, He ruefully considered.

Jesus stripped off His robe, and walked into the shower, pausing to grab the bottle of champagne from the sterling silver ice bucket. All of the ice had melted. He took His Name in vain.

“Fuck you,” He said, to no one, as He shampooed His long, blond locks of hair. He turned off the spigots, and sat on the cold marble ledge of His shower, the water droplets dripping slowly from His body in rivulets.

Reaching to the bottle, He popped the cork. He took a swig. It was flat, and tasted like ass. Donkey, to be specific.

He poured some more past His jawbones, and gulped it down. “I really need to teach those monks how to make good wine,” He mused.

He doused His toes with the remainder, enjoying the sensation of the tiny bubbles in the wine tickling His toenails.

He sat there, eyes closed, just breathing in, and out, slowly, for a few minutes, letting the stress of the day float away from Him.

After He’d washed His feet with cold, flat Dom Perignon, He floated down from the stern of the yacht, and bathed in the waters of the Red Sea. He always enjoyed this; it reminded Him of that day with Peter, sans the stormy winds. He walked around the ship, His first Mai Tai in hand, just observing the play of light between the ship, the sea and the sky.

He sighed, and sipped.

He stood on the surface, occasionally dipping His toes into the water, scaring a random fish. He briefly thought about dividing it into a couple thousand more, and tossing a few million loaves of bread into the water, just to stir things up a bit, but realized that would be against the rules of The Wager. He stomped on the water, and the fish swam off.

He scratched His naked buttocks, frowning and farted.

“Holy winds! I’ll bet they smell that one all the way down at the Mission Basilica San Juan Capistrano!” He smiled, then immediately frowned again.

His stigmata were bothering Him this fine morning. He scratched at one, slightly. It was irksome that, after all these thousands of years, He still felt them when the weather was dry, or if He really thought about it. Sometimes, while He slept, they wept blood. 

He would take His Own name in vain, then, grabbing the red-stained sheets into handfuls of silky vestments, and shove them into the washing machines. They never were totally clean; He could detect the faint traces of His blood, even after using OxyClean. 

Once, He tried Clorox, directly on the tainted cloth, and was rewarded with something that looked like a poor copy of the ‘Shroud of Turin,’ which had Him laughing for at least five minutes. He’d had a wicked idea, and mailed it, listing the return address as Mount Sinai, to the Pope. The ensuing chaos had Him grinning for weeks.

It was rare for Him to find humor in His actions, since being immortal had made life boring and predictable, mostly. Mostly. He did find the occasional opportunity to wreak metaphysical and spiritual havoc, once in a great while, and took care to at least try to appreciate the irony.

He scratched idly at His side, and then levitated to the deck. 

He poured another drink from the pitcher He’d manifested, adjusting the tartness slightly. He sipped it, smacking His lips, His smooth-shaved face radiant in the afternoon sun.

He looked out over the waters, slowly floating around the deck, sitting in the lotus position that the Buddha had taught to Him.

“Enlightened, My Holy Ass!” He said, out loud, for the millionth time.

Jesus wept, a bit, then, missing the comforting company of His true friend and kindred spirit.

Gathering His composure, He leaned back, and enjoyed the day, mentally scheming as to how He was going to beat His brother, this time.

 

Amazon 

 

About A.E. Williams:

A.E. Williams has a unique background of military experience, aerospace engineering and intelligence analysis. 

Born near Pittsburgh, A.E. Williams is man of a mystery. As a young man, Williams served the United States government in various capacities, which he then followed with ten years as an outfitter. Williams finally retired and moved down to rural central Florida, where he ran a medium - sized tilapia farm. He did his writing at night, usually accompanied by a bottle of Maker's Mark bourbon and a large supply of Classic Dr. Pepper and ice.

A.E. Williams is the author of the exciting hard science fiction series Terminal Reset, which is about the effects of a mysterious force from billions of miles away from Earth that was formed millions of years ago. When The Wave strikes, everything changes! 

Website | Youtube

 

Mabus by Dean Rencraft

Release date: May 6, 2018

Subgenre: Dystopian Fiction, Coming of Age

 About Mabus:

 

From the ashes, he will rise.Orphaned by an unfortunate series of catastrophic events, David is pursued by tragedy, doubt, and loneliness as he is shifted from home to home until his prestigious education and bold experiments in technology and bio-engineering bring him to the attention of the first A.I. ever created.

Morpheus opens doors David had only ever dreamed of as he explores the world and the two attempt to mitigate the destruction that corruption, men, and war have wrought over the earth and its people.

David's intentions are pure, but as time goes on, he is forced to ever more desperate and questionable methods in order to achieve his goals and still survive.

In this thought-provoking and action-packed coming of age thriller, David faces the epic battle between good and evil that opens questions about religion, prophecy, and even his own sanity. Will he survive and be renowned for his work and all the good that he has wrought? Or were his life and fate already written in an age long past?

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You have all heard your own version of how it ends…
But who is to say how it begins?

 

Excerpt:

 

“Do you think anyone up there knew this was here?” Brax asked in wonder as they followed the man-made structure as it gradually sloped down to an area much deeper below them than where they had found the ruined entrance.

“I don’t know,” David replied, stopping for a moment to examine the hieroglyphs carved into the walls. “but I doubt it.”

“Why is that? I don’t see much dust down here to show otherwise.” Diaz answered logically.

“I think that it’s been sealed for a long time. Look,” he pointed to the images he was currently looking at and the two men stepped up beside him and frowned. “These are religious symbols representing the three major religions,” he told them when he saw their confusion. “All of them here together. They’ve been displayed here as if they are, or used to be, a part of one religion or set of beliefs Or, at the very least, they seem to have been accepted under the same roof.”

He stressed the words carefully, hoping they would see the significance of finding the holy symbols of Muslim, Islam and Christian religions meticulously and reverently recorded next to each other anywhere other than a museum, much less in such a profound location.

“That explains why it's been sealed off,” Brax muttered. Diaz nodded and moved on, seeming to shake himself out of his distraction with David’s words.

“This hall could start a new set of wars. Not just over the city but worldwide,” he said firmly. “and I’m not sure if anyone would survive it this time.”

“Or it could bring them all together for the first, or make that second, time in all of history,” David suggested.

“Don’t bet on that,” Diaz murmured. “Some things never change, no matter what the truth is or what proof you can offer up. Religion is one of them.”

“But…” David started. He was shocked they could both be so calm about this.

“No, Diaz is right,” Brax interrupted him. “You already put your neck on the line and saved the world once, brother. Don’t make the mistake of thinking this wouldn’t have even worse consequences. Just keep your head down and pretend you never saw any of this, if it’s meant to come to light God can see it done, not you. Got it?” the itch increased but David shrugged it to the back of his mind as he looked back morosely.

“Whatever,” David said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with them, which engendered a knowing grunt from both of his companions followed by some not so subtle curses.

They left him to his thoughts after that, mostly ignoring the details they passed as David slowed to peruse them more carefully.

“I thought you said time was an issue here?” Diaz finally complained, dragging him away from what he was sure had been several original angelic symbols along with the mark of the Jinn, which he had seen many times during his stay in Africa with the Senufo. Kyatu would have loved this place and David himself was no longer sure he wished to find a way out. It all seemed so very real to him and like he had been transported back into the past. A past that seemed oddly familiar with now that he was here.

 

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About Dean Rencraft:

Dean Rencraft is an eclectic and enthusiastic reader of all genres and a new Author of Epic fantasy/fantasy, appropriate for both teens and adults. Born in the beautiful Black Hills, Dean has traveled extensively and now, as a parent with grown children, enjoys spending time reading, researching, camping and hiking. Legally blind and a long term victim of APS, writing is now the Author's greatest joy and main pursuit, escaping into the world of Fantasy and using the proceeds for experimental treatments and technology. 

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