Books published by publisher Capital Ideations

After the apocalyptic Terminus Signal induces worldwide slaughter, a death-weary band of survivors attempts to rebuild their ravaged civilization amid an alien wilderness that overflows with bizarre savagery. Although copious quantities of drugs and alcohol disappear inside the Village each night, these tormented holdouts struggle with unquiet consciences that are hopelessly infected by endless black thoughts. For, having survived the ultimate act of genocidal self-destruction, each one of them bear their memories and scars – and the guilt of countless wicked, homicidal crimes – with the dull patience of penitent felons facing inevitable gallows.Enter Deacon, an exotically handsome desert scavenger and harbinger of bloody doom. Like a sable crow alighting atop a decayed carcass, this rover appears in the Village during late fall with strange tales of enslaved children, alien invasions, and disturbing rumors of new aberrations now freshly emerging from the California desert. Though he resists Deacon’s enticement, the Scientist cannot bear to separate from the Girl, who has righteously determined to accompany this empathetic newcomer on his suicidal journey to the vast saltpan of Badwater Basin. During their struggle to survive this latest attempt at redeeming human civilization, these hapless human beings will uncover many unsettling truths about the past, present and future of their species. Most startling of all, they will discover why their thoughts are not their own when influenced by the piper’s song of yet another broadcast Terminus Signal.

He is ruthlessly ambitious. He believes in selling people what they want to find a shortcut to the good life. He's not a thief, but he'll take anything he can get. He's not a killer, but he's responsible for countless deaths. The first day he shows up at your door, it's a party. The last day he shows up at your door, it's a funeral.A working man. Keeping the appointments of a lifetime. It's a living.

The Wilderlands exist in an alternate past or a possible future. Depending on perspective, it is a realm inhabited by mysterious wizards or learned disciples of a new religion evolved from the practice of ancient science. Magic or high technology rules the world.Epsilon Three is a Holy Warfarer of the Martial Rite, the most recent Hero of Alcorde, a weeks-long festival of violence and bloodletting engaged by many competitors but won by a single triumphant combatant. Every year, Empire produces a new hero with completion of the festival’s final, most violent contest. The dubious honors of victory include both unimaginable reward and capital conviction, because Empire fears the Rite. Its maniacal rulers long ago established the brutal Ritual of Alcorde to purge its ranks. Thus, for all his martial acumen and fortune in gladiatorial combat, tradition condemns The Warfarer to permanent banishment beyond the Barricade Wall into the deadly expanse of the Wilderlands. None return.

The Wilderlands exist in an alternate past or a possible future. Depending on perspective, it is a realm inhabited by mysterious wizards or learned disciples of a new religion evolved from the practice of ancient science. Magic or high technology rules the world.Seizing the military initiative after claiming the undead armies of Draven’s Revenge and assuming the mantle of Rit Apica, Epsilon Three destroys Ilmacht, the capital citadel of Vandegarte’s evil empire. Pausing only long enough to dispense judgement and justice for the countless capital crimes committed there in the madman’s name, Epsilon and his companions, the wizardess Pandolyn and her apprentice Ubar, quickly collect the spoils of their victory before they march south to complete their conquest of Empire. Following a tortuous and ruined highway, the company of wizards and their immortal army of the Martial Rite wreak havoc on their enemy’s walled strongholds along the way. Before they can return to the Barricade Wall and overthrow Vandegarte’s last bastion of support, the outnumbered forces of Rit must subdue an armed continent filled to overflowing with chimeric beasts borne of evil magic.

In pursuit of a naïve, hopeful tradition that once anticipated a cosmos overflowing with advanced civilizations, centuries of continual space exploration ultimately confirmed humankind’s terrible loneliness. Beneath the generations-long shadow of this landmark determination, humanity eventually lost its appetite for further discovery. Commercial and political interests diminished, economies collapsed, and the Serpentine withered to a scarcely navigable web of forgotten frontier stations.Passed from one shattered archive to another during the epoch that followed, recollections of alien slaughters faded into folklore, fiction overwhelmed fact, and antiquities yielded to encroaching mythologies. For the first time in recorded history, technological capabilities receded. Ignorant generations followed.A thousand years later, a new breed of adventurer has returned to the Serpentine’s abandoned frontiers, rising curious and enlightened from a dark age of internecine warfare, social isolation and grudging interstellar commerce. Forsaking material greed, these altruistic investigators come seeking only truth. Ultimately, they will resolve many long-standing mysteries while making fabulous discoveries, but the fatal costs and disturbing consequences of their success will drive them all past the limits of extremity.

Klis would be their first failure and it would mark the end of their conquest. When the Mongol envoy entered into the city walls, he offered its citizens the same thing the Mongols offered every conquest - tribute or extermination. The city inhabitants would refuse the former to brave the latter and they would survive.The Mongol hordes once marched from the Far East into Europe. There, they encountered their first breaking point at the fortified city of Klis.

On a beam of light as in the fog of dreams, a hundred human beings of all ages and walks-of-life find themselves standing on narrow pedestals in a strange auditorium filled with noxious, frigid liquid. With no room to sit or recline, they cannot rest or sleep. They can only shift from foot to foot atop the pedestals, standing for hours then days, their fears unresolved and their fate unknown. Only one man among them, a hardened felon zapped out of solitary confinement, seems to have any answers to their questions.Countless hapless human beings relate tales of alien abductions, and each story harbors some modest kernel of truth. They disappear all over the world. Some of them eventually return home. Yet, nobody knows for certain what becomes of the missing while they are gone.

He is the scourge of the night, every bachelorette's worst nightmare. He has already killed many single young ladies, and he will certainly kill again. Tonight, he lingers outside the house of his next intended victim. Watching. Waiting.When he sees her climb the stairs to her bedroom, he knows her time has come. Demonstrating expert skill and terrible discipline, he steals into her home to rouse her from her dreams. This victim will not go as easily as all the rest, however, much to his sinister delight.Every matchmaker claims there is someone for everyone. This old adage is never truer than when one lover whispers it to another on a hiss of desperate sadism. What happens when like evils meet?

The Wilderlands exist in an alternate past or a possible future. Depending on perspective, it is a realm inhabited by mysterious wizards or learned disciples of a new religion evolved from the practice of ancient science. Magic or high technology rules the world.As he continues to prosecute the military campaign to conquer Vandegarte’s evil Empire, Epsilon Three finds himself as busy with the pressing matters of war as he is with the daunting task of mastering the magical powers of his new office, that of Rit Apica and leading wizard of the Synod of Seven. Poring through the voluminous library captured from Ilmacht, Vandegarte’s capital keep, Epsilon discovers he has incidentally taken possession of the tyrant’s vast store of esoteric knowledge, secret histories, and, most damaging of all, scores of Vandegarte’s personal journals. Educating himself with the same determination and acumen he applied to mastering the rigors of the Martial Rite, Epsilon knows he has engaged in a mortal race of time with his demented opponent. The fate of the planet depends on his ability to master the power of the mysterious Wheel that turns at the center of the world.

Simian Wynwood opened “Simian’s Gate” by recording first contact with alien intelligence. This so-called SETI-Store remained in an incomprehensible state until a young savant used outmoded analog processing equipment to decode it all in a weekend.After he freely released his groundbreaking switch into the public domain on Sunday, “Bright Monday” quickly followed. Interest exploded. Within weeks, technophiles all over the world began producing countless “inventions” from automated “black-box” factories.Civilization rapidly changed. Renewable energy, resolved. Global pollution, remediated. Cancer, cured.Eighteen months later, six-and-a-half billion people lay withered in death, victims of a technological Trojan horse and all murdered at the hands of family, friends and neighbors. In the aftermath, survivors divide, hunter and hunted. Extinction looms. No one will survive Simian’s Way unscathed.

After the apocalyptic Terminus Signal induces worldwide slaughter, a death-weary band of survivors has followed the exotically handsome Deacon into a desert wasteland equally plagued by semi-organized clans of Terminal-case burnouts and bizarre alien chimeras. From Badwater Basin, sunken into the lowest badlands of North America, to the high, frozen icecaps of Antarctica, this hardy troupe of survivors has come to raise hell and kick alien ass.Irrepressibly driven by a violent, indomitable desire for revenge, these desperate survivors now stand poised before hades gates, which swing wide at the bottom of an alien spaceport buried beneath Earth’s southern pole. Here, the United States Government long ago built its abandoned Amundsen-Scott Base, which once provided cover and plausible deniability for an alien threat festering in the ice below. During their struggle to survive this latest attempt at redeeming human civilization, these hapless human beings will discover a new source of power long hidden inside the primitive human mind. Consequently, the cosmos may never recover from an Earth-bound exposure to The Wild Bunch.