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Broken Fables Vol. II

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This book of on the edge short stories meanders its way from the strange to the heuristic, often falling prey to unseen bandits and barbarians along the way, only to finish the journey to the promised land with a smile on its face and an ice cold beer in the fridge. Broken Fables is not only broken, but deranged, bedraggled and downright unkempt. It is also full of wisdom and good times, and has a place in the library of any true lover of life and laughter.

I have know idea who these lunatics think they are, and I have no desire to ever, ever, meet them. But Houston, can they spin a yarn. Have you ever tried to find that one book that would excite you? The kind that keeps you up reading even though you have the most urgent of morning plans. The kind of book that you want to introduce your friends to. The kind of book that you cannot stop thinking about even weeks after you've finished reading. This book is that kind of book. Quit screwing around and check it out. Get your yearly ration of wit, wisdom, philosophy, and humor. You will not regret it.

I was watching my pet skink nurse her young skinklets one morning when I was given a copy of Broken Fables. The cover of the book was torn off. The provider mentioned it was unwise to be seen reading Broken Fables in public places because "they" might be watching. "They" didn't want to you to read it. It wasn't socially acceptable. Either way, we both finished our meager bowls of free soup at the community center and got back to our according street corners to peddle bottle cap art and edible incense. Since reading this book, I have completed my University study and entered law school in order to hunt down these authors and slap them with lawsuits or wet noodles. Whichever one comes first.

This book broke my camel's back. We stayed up all night reading the stories to each other (me and my camel) and by dawn, snuggled up together near the dim light of the dying fire, listening to the soft, gentle tingling of raccoons rummaging through our empty bottles, his neck was broke. That's how good it was.