Books published by publisher Capital Ideations

Several of the best human hypocrisies are immortalized in catechisms. We say “violence never solved anything” when history repeatedly teaches us otherwise, and once we prematurely labeled an entire, global war as “The War to End All Wars” long before we recorded its half-formed outcome.Dynasties fall. Empires rise. In marble, granite and concrete, we immortalize these events, large and small, and we celebrate the human beings named heroes there. Rightly so.Pause a moment before The Wall – let your finger trace names in stone. From pits of despair and summits of glory, they report. Of the second war to end all wars and of its exhausted sire, empires’ executioner; of a fateful battle fought among history’s cruel, azure skies over vast seas named for peace; of one hateful corporal born to innocence yet destined to depravity; and of youth in war confronting the horror of slaughter in the name of sovereign vanity; such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestry. Of warfare’s cold compassion, here find merest details, and of soldiers, six.

In a dystopian future, humankind has lost its love of violence. Peace has so long ruled the land that we have lost all means of confronting the resurgence of a genocidal revolution, which threatens to reduce human society to a state of chaos and anarchy. The most vulnerable citizens face annihilation as they confront the revolution's inevitable success. Only one defense stands between them and oblivion. They are genetically modified warriors, bred and born to fight. They are Reapers.He has been biologically engineered to do one thing: fight for the survival of his people. Can one Reaper make a difference?

Until the night of New Year's Eve, Christen Bass led an ordinary, unmemorable life. On that fateful evening, a deadly highway prank changes him forever. The resulting accident kills a young girl standing near the roadside and it also kills Christen Bass… for a time. After medical intervention revives him and saves his life, the community assumes him to be another drunk driver, and they condemn him for a murderer despite his innocence. His wife divorces him while he is still recovering in the intensive care unit, and more than one of the hospital staff secretly menace him while he is prone and helpless, their loathing for him obvious and genuine. His future seems bleak and tortuous. Although the local police eventually clear Christen of blame, he cannot escape himself. His sense of guilt and horror are overwhelming. In the grips of returning and worsening blackouts, the little girl returns to haunt his delusions and nightmares. She becomes his Bad Angel. As his Bad Angel guides him on ever more elaborate and mysterious errands in the name of 'God', Christen Bass breaks with reality. He can no longer distinguish between right and wrong, and he wakes from his blackouts to find his kitchen cabinets stocked with explosives, his tables heaped with books describing how to build weapons of mass destruction, his living room crammed with stolen goods, and his bedroom piled high with implements of murder. Christen has only vague, deeply disturbing recollections of his nefarious activities, but one thing is certain: he has become a kidnapper, extortionist and murderer, many times over.

In this vision of the future, the most prestigious vacation money can buy is a trip to a corporate planet overgrown with a jungle wilderness. There, wealthy tourists gird armor and fantastically powerful weapons to hunt strange chimeras through an endless forest. These beasts are all genetically engineered to be fierce, bloodthirsty, and difficult to kill. Despite the benefits of their high technology, only experienced guides can lead their pampered clients safely through to the end of the game.Every year, countless bored tourists pay exorbitant fees to hunt terrifying synthetic monsters engineered to be extremely lethal and difficult to kill. On a shout of ""RECOM!"", instinctively turn to fight or run for your life!

Every day, we confront ourselves in mirrors of various shapes and sizes. We stare into them, and our reflection stares back. Within these visions, everything about our reflection is backward, opposite, and reversed. Laws of physics prevent one side from emerging into the other, but we all wonder how far those renditions of reality might go. We wonder about life on the other side.How far does our mirror's reflection imitate reality? If we could crossover to the other side, what might happen when in the twain we and our reflections meet?

At the last stop for provisions before they make their climb into the snowy mountains of Colorado, the locals tease these teenaged tourists about their lack of preparation for such a cold and unforgiving frontier. Though they scoff, these unfortunate youths will soon learn why the old-timers claim that the mountains sometimes keep their dead.When they put out the 'TIRE CHAINS' signs, beware. It's not just the ice, it's the snow, too.

She is educated, determined and ambitious. She has never failed at anything in her life, until her child goes missing and is eventually found slain, in pieces. Only her anger delves deeper into hell than her unfathomable grief. She hunts her monster relentlessly in the months that follow. After she finds him, his suffering will be unspeakable.He picked the wrong child and the wrong mother. His act of violence will pale in comparison to her intended retribution.

If you had known him as a young man, you would not be surprised to learn he ended up on the coroner's slab with a bullet hole in his forehead. Yet, if you knew him as a man, this is the last fate you would imagine for him. This is one man's tale of the grave, of how he avoided it for so long, and of how he came to it in the end.We all got it coming. The start doesn't always dictate the end, but the end is certain, nonetheless.

During the summer of 1968, the Nightland, Incorporated carnival stopped in suburban Pecan Groves, Texas to stage a one-week show. Its performances paralleled a three-man prison escape, the miraculous resurrection of a cherished young boy, and the mysterious appearance of a young lady with a potent pedigree. If the squalor of its Freak Show and the rigged games of its midway are now known only within the faded archives of history, then contemporary society is its primary benefactor and direct ancestor. We see its shadows and hear its echoes everywhere.Welcome to the Freak Show. We are it.

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.During the course of his traditional exodus from Empire, Holy Warfarer Epsilon Three of the Martial Rite experiences firsthand the deadly reputation of the Wilderlands, the plagued territories that surround the Barricade Wall of Empire. Though he expects to die shortly after exiting the Wall’s Postern Gate, he quickly learns to manage the dangers of the forest with the help of a mysterious benefactor, who follows and advises him while hidden in the shadows. Because the Wilderlands thrive on black magic and evil, Epsilon suspects his invisible companion’s motivations, but he has no choice except to trust in the unknown until he learns enough Wilderland lore to survive on his own.

He hates clowns. His wife thinks they're cute. When they unexpectedly inherit an unimaginable fortune complete with fast cars, fine furnishings, and multiple large houses, they learn nothing comes free. The one catch to their apparent good fortune is a clockworks harlequin. Animated and entertaining, the life-size doll initially appears to be nothing more than yet another of his estranged uncle's bizarre idiosyncrasies. Nothing could be further from the truth.No need to wind it. It doesn't require batteries. This life-size clown runs on the power of black magic!