| Author: | Ron Leming | ISBN: | 9781945646263 |
| Publisher: | Lillicat Publishers | Publication: | August 27, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ron Leming |
| ISBN: | 9781945646263 |
| Publisher: | Lillicat Publishers |
| Publication: | August 27, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
From Piers Anthony
I loved SNAKE IN THE GRASS!
I read Snake in the Grass by Ron Leming. Snake is a feisty, sexy, hundred-pound girl whose job is to go get the oddball stories for her newspaper, assisted by her friend the weird photographer Batty. One story is about gold balls that are appearing around a village in Mexico, apparently dropping from the sky. Finding one is easy; keeping it is dangerous . . . .
When they go after other stories, there are more gold balls. One is huge, a yard thick. Snake has a bad feeling about this, and she's right.
The mystery builds, becoming more fantastic-we're talking gnomes, zombies, alien incursion, and religion here--until there is a wild battle at the end, where Snake discovers formidable powers she hadn't known she had, such as instantly healing injured people. Along the way she also discovers love, . . . with a fine handsome man . . . who is truly her type. We also get the full sermon delivered by a snake handler, and a Hell bender it is. This is a delightful novel to read, starting fast and continuing fascinating, with candid thoughts throughout. I love Snake; any reader will, male, female, or other. I recommend it to any reader who wants to be entertained while learning about the world, natural and supernatural.
Piers Anthony
Most people call me Snake, if they know what’s good for them. I have a tendency to hit people that piss me off. Some people consider that a flaw.
I saw something flash and glint on the side of the road and pulled over. Batty, my photographer and best friend woke up. “What the -- are we there yet?” he mumbled. “Not yet, we’re still a few miles away. Relax, just making a quick stop to check something.” When I stepped out of the Tahoe into the heat I immediately discovered a severe need for a cold beer. The sun hit me like a cat slapping an alligator. I walked through the sand to where I’d seen the glint in the weeds and there it was -- a gold ball. It was about four inches in circumference, heavy enough to be real gold and, shining in the painfully bright sunlight. There was a remarkable image of Our Lady of Guadalupe in argent silver embedded in the gold, as detailed as the engraving on a dollar bill. It was immediately recognizable when you’ve seen as many Marys as I have. There might be something to this story after all, I thought as I hurried to get back into the air-conditioned Tahoe.
From Piers Anthony
I loved SNAKE IN THE GRASS!
I read Snake in the Grass by Ron Leming. Snake is a feisty, sexy, hundred-pound girl whose job is to go get the oddball stories for her newspaper, assisted by her friend the weird photographer Batty. One story is about gold balls that are appearing around a village in Mexico, apparently dropping from the sky. Finding one is easy; keeping it is dangerous . . . .
When they go after other stories, there are more gold balls. One is huge, a yard thick. Snake has a bad feeling about this, and she's right.
The mystery builds, becoming more fantastic-we're talking gnomes, zombies, alien incursion, and religion here--until there is a wild battle at the end, where Snake discovers formidable powers she hadn't known she had, such as instantly healing injured people. Along the way she also discovers love, . . . with a fine handsome man . . . who is truly her type. We also get the full sermon delivered by a snake handler, and a Hell bender it is. This is a delightful novel to read, starting fast and continuing fascinating, with candid thoughts throughout. I love Snake; any reader will, male, female, or other. I recommend it to any reader who wants to be entertained while learning about the world, natural and supernatural.
Piers Anthony
Most people call me Snake, if they know what’s good for them. I have a tendency to hit people that piss me off. Some people consider that a flaw.
I saw something flash and glint on the side of the road and pulled over. Batty, my photographer and best friend woke up. “What the -- are we there yet?” he mumbled. “Not yet, we’re still a few miles away. Relax, just making a quick stop to check something.” When I stepped out of the Tahoe into the heat I immediately discovered a severe need for a cold beer. The sun hit me like a cat slapping an alligator. I walked through the sand to where I’d seen the glint in the weeds and there it was -- a gold ball. It was about four inches in circumference, heavy enough to be real gold and, shining in the painfully bright sunlight. There was a remarkable image of Our Lady of Guadalupe in argent silver embedded in the gold, as detailed as the engraving on a dollar bill. It was immediately recognizable when you’ve seen as many Marys as I have. There might be something to this story after all, I thought as I hurried to get back into the air-conditioned Tahoe.
