Books with author Charles Alexander

WHAT boy would not be an Indian for a while when he thinks of the freest life in the world? This life was mine. Every day there was a real hunt. There was real game. Occasionally there was a medicine dance away off in the woods where no one could disturb us, in which the boys impersonated their elders, Brave Bull, Standing Elk, High Hawk, Medicine Bear, and the rest. They painted and imitated their fathers and grandfathers to the minutest detail, and accurately too, because they had seen the real thing all their lives. We were not only good mimics but we were close students of nature. We studied the habits of animals just as you study your books. We watched the men of our people and represented them in our play; then learned to emulate them in our lives.

He is a princely youth, among the wild Sioux, who hunts for his tribe and not for himself! His voice is soft and low at the campfire of his nation, but terror-giving in the field of battle. Such was Antelope's reputation. The more he sought the "Great Mystery" in solitude, the more gentle and retiring he became, and in the same proportion his courage and manliness grew. None could say that he was not a kind son and a good hunter, for he had already passed the "two-arrow-to-kill," his buffalo examination. On a hot midsummer morning a few weeks later, while most of the inmates of the teepees were breakfasting in the open air, the powerful voice of the herald resounded among the pine-clad heights and green valleys.

What if all those lifelike little avatars in your PC game were real living human beings desperately trying to figure out the meaning of life as we know it? What if your favorite simulation computer game was being played out on a real planet far, far away? And what if that planet was also a life-size game for someone else and its creator was fast tiring of the usual fun and games and was ready for something completely different? Has the Earth finally reached its expiration date and become as obsolete as a game of Pong? Or can a brainy, if clueless, computer geek named Fred and a waitress/actress named Zoee save the Earth from being wiped out before the ultimate alien creator hits the delete key? Wildly original, shockingly funny, and full of pranks, word puns, and the wonderful absurdities of life, Alexander has filled his world with six legged dogs with telepathic abilities, aliens with Napoleonic complexes, and even Albert Einstein! You’ll never look at your PC the same way again!

WHAT boy would not be an Indian for a while when he thinks of the freest life in the world? This life was mine. Every day there was a real hunt. There was real game. Occasionally there was a medicine dance away off in the woods where no one could disturb us, in which the boys impersonated their elders, Brave Bull, Standing Elk, High Hawk, Medicine Bear, and the rest. They painted and imitated their fathers and grandfathers to the minutest detail, and accurately too, because they had seen the real thing all their lives. We were not only good mimics but we were close students of nature. We studied the habits of animals just as you study your books. We watched the men of our people and represented them in our play; then learned to emulate them in our lives. No people have a better use of their five senses than the children of the wilderness. We could smell as well as hear and see. We could feel and taste as well as we could see and hear. Nowhere has the memory been more fully developed than in the wild life, and I can still see wherein I owe much to my early training.

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To be in harmony with nature, one must be true in thought, free in action, and clean in body, mind, and spirit. This is the solid granite foundation of character. Have you ever wondered why most great men were born in humble homes and passed their early youth in the open country? There a boy is accustomed to see the sun rise and set every day; there rocks and trees are personal friends, and his geography is born with him, for he carries a map of the region in his head. In civilization there are many deaf ears and blind eyes. Because the average boy in the town has been deprived of close contact and intimacy with nature, what he has learned from books he soon forgets, or is unable to apply. All learning is a dead language to him who gets it at second hand.

An SAS recruit, a high-school senior and a quasi military group of research scientists from the CDC.Their connection? The Beagle Commission; a shadowy counter intelligence organization with a largely undocumented past, an uncertain future and deeply unsavory reputation. The Beagle Briefing is a series of prequel short stories based in the world of K.I.A., author Alexander Charalambides fast paced YA/NA thriller reviewers describe as "a storytelling triumph" that "lures the reader in immediately and doesn't let up”. Scroll up to sample a world where nothing is quite what it appears to be and learn more about characters Grace, David and the enigmatic 'G'.