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Whew, it’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything.  No wonder, considering the year I’ve had so far.  Started out okay since I think my last post was in February.  However, March definitely brought in the ‘lions’ and they were snarling.  My husband got sick, ended up in the hospital, came home after nearly two weeks, got quickly sick again and ended up back in the hospital for congestive heart failure as well as near total kidney shutdown.  Oh my, bring on the Excedrin, this was going to be a major headache.  It started a horrifying four month ride with constant trips between the hospital and nursing home.  But the tough old bird that he is he survived near death and finally came home in July.  There has been a few smaller trips to the hospital for infections which happens often with dialysis patients.  So now our lives are wrapped around dialysis three times a week, but he seems to be holding his own now.  It was tough early on, getting used to the treatments and how much they took out of him.  However, I guess he just wanted to keep pestering me **smile**, so he decided to stick around a little longer.  Thanks Rich!!!

Then, work begins to become extremely busy and the last month or so has been constant overtime due to a number of factors all exploding at the same time.  But our team at work is THE BEST and we met all goals for month end, year end, and R2 (rollout two for our new computer system) which begins 10/1.  Heck, finally got a weekend off, it’s like an early Christmas gift.  But next weekend starts it all over again for a little bit.  Great for the paycheck, but exhausting. 

Oh, yeah, forgot about me.  Leg problems, no fun.  On the left shin I had been struggling through for a number of months on my own trying to handle a very sore area.  Finally I gave up and went to the emergency room at the hospital one very emotional Sunday morning.  Seems I have a veinous statis ulcer which is a result of not great blood flow to the legs.  Crap, go figure.  But I’ve been making frequent visits to the wound center at the hospital and it’s been healing slowly.  This particular situation is a very long-term, difficult to cure wound and professional help is the only way to get it under control.  And now it’s suppression hose for the rest of my life….oh goody, goody. 

Oh, I almost forgot.  Coming out of the nursing home one night back in June (thanks Rich) I twisted my right knee….snap, crackle, and pop….and seems there is definite ligament damage.  So my wonderful surgeon who repaired my right shoulder will now repair my damaged knee area on November 17th.  HOLY CRAP, can there be anything else happen?  I’m afraid to even think about it though it’s hard not to.

So maybe I can finally begin salvaging something of a normal life this year, but I doubt it.  Sometimes you just have these years that you want to forget.  At least later this year, hopefully by November, my fourth book will be released, “Along a Burning Highway”.  It will be made up of poetry and short stories.  For sure I know what it’s like to travel along that ‘burning’ highway.  More on the book release as it becomes more clear when it will be.

And, finally, I’ve found a great guy, Paul Sherman, in CA to help design a new web site for me.  All is going well and I’m going to definitely put up another post when it’s completely up and running.  It will be a constantly evolving, very kewl place to just enter and hopefully lose yourself in some interesting writing.  I’m so psyched about it.

Today, what the heck, I’m finally going to pamper myself and get my hair colored.  No damn wonder all this gray has been sprouting out.  I also hope to start writing more and finishing up my next novel, “The Reptilian Factor”.  It’s over half done and I think can be finished definitely before the end of the year and then released early in 2011. 

That’s it!!!  Is that enough??? Do you feel sorry for me?  Nah, don’t, it’s the problems in life that make us tough and my life has definitely toughened me, like old shoe leather (and not my skin, at least not yet).

Thanks for visiting, please come back often.



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Darn, been awhile since I’ve posted anything.  With the holidays I guess just didn’t have much time.  We had a fire where I work so that kind of put things up in the air as well.  At least nobody got hurt due to the fire and we’ve been able to work at another facility so that was good.  It’ll be many months before we can move back in, just thankfully the company had enough forethought to set up a disaster recovery plan.  Every company should certainly have something like this if they can, what a savior not only for the employees but the company’s survival. 

I’ve been writing some, working on “The Reptilian Factor” and really like how it’s progressing.  I didn’t want to just pidgeon hole myself in the Raven series though I love those books and will continue them.  But it’s good to spread the wings (or claws) and do other projects.  I’m hoping also to have a book of poetry/short stories released this year titled, “Along A Burning Highway”.  It’s basically put together, just need to make sure everything is in it that I want.  Hope to also have “The Reptilian Factor” completed by late spring and possibly publishable well before the end of the year.  I think you’ll love that, it’s very kewl.  And WOW, what a movie it would make.  Step aside Alien (mmmm, where’s Ripley?). 

Look forward to posting something very soon on a wonderful musican and writer friend of mine, Freddy Will.  Wow, what an awesome talent.  I’ll be talking about his book and cd, so stay tuned. 

Tonight I’m listening to the “Hour for your Soul” radio show on www.whistleradio.com , great two hours, ya’ll should listen in each Tuesday night from 9-11:00 EST, great independent authors and musicians.  It’s a great show, hosted by my awesome friend Ken Cowle and publisher. 

Night all, talk again soon, K*

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Ravens-Rage-cover pic from Ken


I had a really great time on Sunday getting together at Barnes and Noble in Willow Grove, PA for 3 hours with a group of writers in the area.  The gathering was led by Jon McGoran (aka D. H. Dublin) who is quite the author himself with at least 3 novels to his credit, probably more.  Some of the writers in attendance were already published like myself, but all had manuscripts completed, or in the works.  We discussed writing in general, the publishing industry (always confusing), searching for an agent (even more confusing and frustrating), marketing not only ourselves but our books, what each of us was doing at the moment.  It was just a great time and I look forward to attending these gatherings each month now, the last sunday at the Barnes and Noble on Park Avenue in Willow Grove.  Anybody reading this, if you’re in the area, you certainly don’t have to be published to attend, it’s open for anybody who loves writing.  In addition, Jon is a member of the Liar’s Club here in Philly and they are always doing different events at local independent bookstores.  I’ll post those on here as I hope to attend these events when I can.


As for me, I am very impatiently awaiting the arrival of copies of my newest novel, “Raven’s Rage – Order of the Claw”.  I’m like a giddy school girl, so anxious to hold that in my hand and then read it cover-to-cover.   Remembering back, I was so thrilled to receive and hold a copy of “Raven’s Way” back in 2006, and this will not be any less thrilling.  It was an achievement to be sure, actually being able to write this second novel with all that has happened in my life, mostly the continuingly failing health of my husband.  So much of my time has been spent on caring for him, especially in these months since the end of June, plus working full time.  I know that it’s imperative I have time for myself, especially in finding the time to write constructively.  Easier said than done.  One of the guys attending the writing get together on Sunday said it was a matter of ‘time management’ when trying to find the period to write.  Yep, I agree, however nobody lives with my husband.  I do plan on seriously looking into getting a laptop over the next month or so, hopefully prices will be down for the holidays and I can land a good deal.  This will allow me the freedom to write over lunch (I could definitely afford to lose a few meals), stop someplace on the way home like a coffee shop, etc., go upstairs in the bedroom to write in order to get some peace and quiet, take the laptop with me when I go to visit the family on those special weekends, just sit in my recliner and write, or on the front porch. 


So for those of you reading this who have not be able yet to read “Raven’s Way” (the first book in the Raven series), you can follow the link to Soul Asylum Publishing (copy and paste the link), or go directly to www.soulasylumpoetry.com and proceed to the bookstore, there you will find a package deal for both books.  I’ve already got signed copies promised out so my first load of books that I keep at the house on a continuing basis will be going very quickly initially.  You can always contact me directly at kmarzock@aol.com to make arrangements to obtain a signed copy(s) of “Raven’s Rage – Order of the Claw”.  This book will be exciting, especially since the final battle is set at Eastern State Penitentiary here in Philadelphia, a fabulously eerie locale.  This is why I’m so anxious to find quality writing time so I can continue with the third Raven novel which is tentatively titled, “Raven Unleashed”, and/or finishing up my first fantasy novel titled, “Scrolls of Sorrow”. 


Hope you have a fantastic day, all your dreams are fulfilled, you and your loved ones are happy and in great health, and know that tomorrow can always be better and that there is always somebody less fortunate that can use your help and caring.




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As disappointed as I was earlier in the day with the absolutely horrid, putrid, embarrassing performance by the Eagles, that’s as happy as I am with the Phillies who crushed LA 11-0 behind a brilliant pitching performance by Cliff Lee and awesome hitting by Howard, Werth, Victorino, and just the whole team (even Lee got another single).  Now we need to win tonight behind Joe Blantin who should be ready to pitch an awesome game and then it’s just about over.  No way do we want to go back to LA, let’s win the series here in Philly and head to the World Series to beat the NY Tankees (oops, Yankees). 

Now to the Eagles.  What an abysmal (spelling?) performance.  If a team cannot score more than 9 points (3 field goals, and Akers missed 2 which would’ve given them the victory), then you quite frankly SUCK.  Andy Reid was completely lost, frustrated, no game plan, and got totally overmatched by the Raiders defensive coordinator.  The offensive line had more wholes than the proverbial swiss cheese and it was totally embarrassing.  It was also another game in which McNabb was completely lost and frustrated as well.  Not sure how many sacks, at least six and numerous hurry throws to boot.  The run game should’ve been able to work and they did have a few nice runs by Westbrook.  Instead they threw well over fifty times.  Disgusting, horrifying, embarrassing, and one huge joke of a professional football team.  Oh yeah, I can hear Andy Reid’s comment now at the press conference: “hum, hrumph, cjiwotgjkmnk (clearing his throat again), we have to do a better job”.  No shit Sherlock.  I think the best thing to do this year is tank the season so that we can finally get rid of Reid and McNabb.  I don’t care who comes in next, let Kolb take over and a new coaching philosophy. 

Thank God for the Phillies, a team that knows how to win and knows how to build a winning franchise.  Hell, the way it’s looking, even the 76er’s are going to have a better season than the Beagles.

Frustrated football fan in Philly

Ecstatic baseball fan in Philly

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” Raven’s Rage”

Order of the Claw


Chapter 1

             This evening was one of those bitterly cold, late January nights.  It was the kind of steel-blade cold that can nastily grab hold of your body like an evil hand clutching your shivering bones with monstrous intent.  Puffs of white steam exploded from the horse’s quivering nostrils like an old time steam locomotive crawling up the tracks of a long hill, coughing out painfully “I think I can, I think I can…..”  The steady clip-clop of hooves on the lonely pavement echoed with intense apprehension.  Accompanied by a nervous whinny now and then, the horse’s acute senses were on high alert for something dangerous, possibly deadly.  The animal was simply not aware of why, or for what terrible reason.  It somehow sensed that death was out there in the darkness waiting to strike violently from some unsuspecting direction. 

             Inside the small, one-seat buggy rode Adam Yost and Hannah Klinefelter.  They tightly clutched frigid hands, a thick woolen blanket covering their legs.  Even though quite tired, they were still beaming over the wonderful day spent at their closest friend’s wedding.  The adoration this young Amish couple had for each other was strengthened even more after seeing the happiness of new-found wedding bliss displayed by their long time friends, Jacob and Abigail Neff.  Their special moment could not happen soon enough.   Hannah was already planning the loving dinner she would prepare on some future Sunday for Adam.  At that time they would announce their plans of marriage when their parents returned from the normal Sunday gathering of families.  It was traditional for the Amish, ‘plain folk’ as they call themselves, to make their intentions known in this fashion and then have it broadcast to the entire community during church services.  They had talked in hushed tones all throughout the day, giggling and whispering their own versions of sweet nothings.  Proud parents gazed at them with fondness, aware that sometime in the near future their children would be starting a family of their own.

             Hannah squeezed Adam’s hand and smiled lovingly.  She stared up into his strong, yet soft and dreamy, brown eyes with feelings she had never experienced for anybody else.  He was a wonderfully considerate man from a proper, well respected family.  It seemed as if they had been together already most of their lives, meeting each other as young children in school and then spending a number of amorous, exciting moments in the barn hidden amid dark shadows in the hayloft.  Hannah had been courted by a handful of other boys her age, but none ever compared to Adam, tall with a strongly chiseled face, compassionate and so concerned for her happiness.  He would be a deeply devoted, honorable husband and such a loving, thoughtful father.

             Adam leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead.  He stared into her sky-blue eyes that sparkled in the light of passing street lamps, doll-like porcelain skin shining with just a touch of crimson on her cheeks.  In one way it was from the January cold, but mostly from the love she felt for Adam.  He knew, and rightly so, that he was without a doubt the luckiest young man in their surrounding Amish community, though at the moment he realized he shared that right with his best friend Jacob.  His lucky friend would soon be spending that first nervous night with the woman he had just wed.  

            “I wonderful luff you,” Adam whispered softly, his lips brushing hers.

             Excitement streaked through her body as she murmured back, “You’re my Adam, I luff you so much too,” her heart beating madly with the feelings she held for him.

             Staring at the long expanse of empty road, he clucked a few times to his seemingly nervous horse.   Gently snapping the reins, he felt a razor sharp edge of concern.  It was darker than normal since the new moon cast off no light making those areas between street lamps relatively dark.  A new moon occurs when the sun, earth, and moon are all in alignment, with the moon positioned between earth and the sun.  As a result, the moon cannot be seen on these nights, unless there happens to be an eclipse.  And for many, the new moon beckons a time of rebirth, especially monsters.  Thus, Adam was thankful for the glowing street lamps along this lonely stretch of Route 322. 

            He also noted how sparse traffic was and then realized it was in fact bordering upon the stroke of midnight.  Both of them had decided to spend a little more time with Jacob and Abigail in order to reveal their own plans for the coming year.  He knew their parents would be extremely worried that the young couple had stayed out so late.  They would be scolded upon their return home and would have to promise they would never be so inconsiderate in the future.

             Yet feeling warmly aglow deep inside, he was also aware of a very evident nervousness in his horse.  A very trusting animal, he had painstakingly raised the spirited foal with loving care and patient tutoring, always his normal course of action.  It took a long while preparing a horse to become fearless enough to pull rickety buggies and trot along these busy, congested roadways.  They had to get used to being passed constantly by roaring trucks, diesel-smelling buses, and honking, inconsiderate drivers who seemed far too damn impatient to get nowhere fast.  Unfortunately, all roads in the area had claimed lives, Amish as well as their horses.  The shoulders and road-side fields were scarred with shattered debris from splintered carriages due to careless and stupid drivers.

             Tonight would be no exception.  Death now hovered mere seconds away.  It would not come from a careless driver either, but rather an evil which Adam or Hannah could never have come close to imagining in their wildest nightmares. 

            The horse suddenly shied to the left with a frantic snort of fear, veering away from a dense thicket of brush off the road to the right.  Adam frantically tugged hard on the reins, trying to calm down the frightened horse with a few sharp whistles.  Silly really, as if a whistle could abate the panic now nearly paralyzing the crazed animal.

             “Adam, vas is los?” cried out Hannah, clutching his arm in alarm with both hands.

             Adam, however, was much too concerned in attempting to control the horse and keep them from tipping over.  He was just grateful there was no oncoming traffic to avoid.  It was not a vehicle he had to be alarmed about though as a huge shadowy form leaped from the bushes.  A deafening roar tore the night apart.  This nightmarish apparition struck the frightened horse with the force of a tractor trailer, raking the screaming animal’s neck open as easily as a hunter slices into the underbelly of a slaughtered deer. 

             The horse was dead before hitting the ground with a nearly severed head lying at a most unnatural angle.  The momentum of the attack spun the buggy around in a violent, hair-raising slide on two wheels.  Tipping over completely, it broke free from the dead horse and then tumbled several times in a dizzying, grinding crash.  Black pieces of wood and shards of glass were flung in an exploding shower of debris.  As was Adam’s body, striking the ground with a loud, sickening thump, arms and legs bent at angles only meant for a Raggedy-Ann doll.  His damaged body slid across the pavement where it violently struck the post of a road sign that claimed ‘No Passing’.  Even then, his only thought was for Hannah’s safety.  He peered through a reddish haze of blood streaming from a horrible, ugly gash across his forehead, searching frantically for the woman he loved.

             The buggy laid upside down, crushed and broken, wheels spinning like a carnival ride in the chilly, midnight air.  Hannah’s stunned and broken body was securely pinned underneath a pile of debris.  Her screams still echoed across the empty fields, praying that somebody would hear their plea before she and her beloved Adam were dead.  Surprisingly, she was still semi-conscious, though gripped in terrible, agonizing pain from a fractured leg and a broken back.  She could see the horse lying crumpled on the pavement, two legs reaching up towards the nighttime sky in silent supplication.   It’s nearly severed head was surrounded by a pool of blood appearing like a dark, jet-black pond of hematite beneath a streetlamp’s severe glare. 

             Another terrifying roar violently shook the night as Hannah let her frightened gaze peer through several openings in the destroyed buggy surrounding her.  Suddenly, through one of the larger holes, a menacing shadow slithered across a thin shaft of light.  She prayed it was a passing motorist who had thankfully stopped to give assistance.  Sadly though, prayers aren’t always answered.

             “Help me please, I beg thee,” she croaked, unable to move, surprised that the initial pain was now succumbing to a grateful blanket of numbness. 

             But life saving assistance was nowhere near, only a violent death the young, innocent Amish couple could never have imagined.  Suddenly she felt the buggy being angrily lifted, dumping her to the pavement in a broken heap.  Her pretty head struck the ground in a sickening thump like an overripe apple falling from a tree.  Thankfully though, her beseeching prayers of assistance went unanswered since she would be unable to realize the nightmarish evil that had befallen them.  The concussion was such that she gratefully did not notice the long, hairy feet which had moved up to straddle her body.  Even though she was still somewhat quasi-conscious, the ground and surrounding landscape had a surreal, alien feel.  It felt like a dream, as if she was floating above the ground looking at the accident scene. 

             Adam numbly witnessed the entire, horrifying event through a nearly black, crimson curtain of blood that still flowed from his badly lacerated head, total surrender of life possibly minutes away.  He was able to slowly slide his arm towards his beloved Hannah as she was lifted off the ground.  She hung clutched in the massive claws of a devilish beast.  Whispering her name for nobody to hear but himself, Adam watched in horror as the young Amish girl he dearly loved was lifted towards a nightmarish, wolfish head.  Through eyes that were now barely open, he saw that monstrous mouth open to unveil huge, slobbering fangs, horrid teeth which no living creature should ever possess. 

             Before passing out Adam stared with a horrified gaze as the beast stuffed pretty Hannah’s thin neck between vile, frightening jaws.  The young Amish man felt anguish in that he could not protect his beloved.  He prayed that death would sweep him away towards a darkness he hoped to never escape from.  To go on living and remembering this night would be like existing in a living nightmare.  Thankfully, Adam did not see the creature crawl towards the barren, empty field, dragging his beloved Hannah behind.  Her dead feet bounced roughly across the skeletal remains of broken corn stalks, tattered long black skirt flapping in the icy breeze.  Her blood-splattered bonnet lay alone upon the pavement.  It was all that remained of her youthful existence. 

             Through the dense quiet which had quickly settled over the accident scene, a spine-tingling howl splintered the stillness.  Lights in nearby farmhouses quickly blinked on.  Adam fortunately did not hear the cry of the beast for he seemed demonically lost in the oblivion of his own ongoing nightmare.  He not only had lost the woman he loved, but also the will to go on living.

             Before total darkness overtook him, he reached forward with bloody fingers and whispered, “Hannah, I love thee…please…forgive….”

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From the author of the book Ravens Way, comes the much anticipated followup Ravens Rage! After avenging the death of his unborn child and wife killed in the first book Johnny Raven is back in this furious continuation of Johnny’s struggle to survive, and his new love, Kathleen’s struggle with her new found transformation!

Set in the darkness of historic Philadelphia, this story will take you deeper into the realm of the the city’s rulers of the night. Their blood lust is more terrifying than ever — and Johnny Raven intends to give them more than they could wish for, in the climactic battle set in the ruins of one of Philadelphia’s most eerie and infamous institutions.

This is a must for the lover of Horror, Kerry’s books grab you from the get go, with great characters, lots of blood filled action, and just enough comedic relief thrown in along the way!

Order your copy today, and get it just in time for Halloween!


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