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About Alexander Francis
I grew up in Charleston, South Carolina and went to college there. I still have the sand in my shoes and the smell of the salt air in my nose, and when I return, encountering those two things brings back floods of memories.My first attempt at writing was to re-create some of my favorite episodes from childhood and, also, to poke a bit of harmless fun at my brother. In college, I discovered an ability to write poetry, thanks to a rather demanding English professor, who eventually came to appreciate and encourage my work.
Life intervenes, as it does for everyone, and there was a large hiatus before I found time to write again. My first attempt came almost by accident, because one day I simply wrote down what had happened to me the previous evening. The story slowly became a book…Are We A Band Yet, and at the time, the few who read it were full of praise. Because the story was personal, and some of the characters real, I declined to publish it for a long time. But my language skills and my storytelling were re-awakened by that first attempt, and since then, I have gone on to write ten full-length novels, all the while working on my style and literary abilities.
I found that what most interests me is the interrelationship between a man and a woman. It’s a subject which has tested writers and storytellers for eons and is truly inexhaustible, for each situation is both unique and timeless, as well as compelling.
During my rather short career, my emotions have been awakened, and I attempt to give my readers the intensity of my feelings through my words. Two of my novels (Beware The Exit and Memory Gap) were inspired by dreams, and after recalling the fragments that remained the next morning, I put the essence down on paper and began the laborious task of creating an exciting book.
Writing has made me grow as a person, not only because of attention to the emotional content of my books, but also attention to detail, both environmental and personal. Writing is like photography in that it brings the world around you into your consciousness, occasionally for the first time.
Instead of being exhausted, my writing is just getting started, because everywhere I look, I can see the outline of yet another book which needs telling, another exciting tale or tender moment which can be created in ink and paper.
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Blog postMy new book, Since Antonius, several months in the making, is finally available to purchase fresh off the press! Soon it will be available in paperback on Amazon and most other book sellers, the ebook to follow shortly. It’s a work that I am proud of and I hope the release of this sequel to Revenge of Jesus will generate interest in the first book as well. Both are free standing, readable in their own right, but better taken together.
A third in the series has occurr2 years ago Read more -
Blog postSince Antonius
For all you who have asked me for a sequel to my popular book Revenge of Jesus…. Well at last, it’s coming. Eventually. After completion of the first, I told myself and everyone who asked that there would never be a sequel. It took a lot of time to write Revenge of Jesus, mostly because of the research I did, not to mention the length of the book.
Thanks for the encouragement from all my loyal fans. I can tell you with certainty tha3 years ago Read more -
Blog postI have posted several music videos on YouTube recently. Four are waltzes written for little girls. One is named Willa in honor of my mother, who once actually was a little girl. Another is named Kira and was written specifically for my granddaughter who is very special to me and really is a little girl. All the music was written by me, performed by me, and the supporting graphic art was created by me. Hope you like them.
Here are the links:
Kira’s Waltz https://youtu.3 years ago Read more -
Blog postIn a few days, our third novel, “Are We A Band Yet?” will be released as an audiobook by Audible. “Are We A Band Yet?” is narrated by Janel Ridenhour and in our view, her best yet. This book was published a couple of years ago in small and large print versions and we are very proud to be able to offer it to the public and our fans as an audible edition.
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Audio Sample of “Are We A Band Yet?”
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Blog postComey’s Eyes
A Short Story
by
Alexander Francis
New York, 1891 8:00 AM
A little shift backwards and to the left enabled more of his chest to be exposed to the morning sun, just arising across the street above Murphy’s. Effects of the radiant heat on his blue coat were nearly instantaneous and welcome, creating a warm sensation spreading from his abdomen. He leaned forward slightly, taking pressure from his hands, which had b4 years ago Read more -
Blog postTHE GREAT FALLS
Light rain started splattering his windshield as the sign for Old Dominion Road came into view. Rain had been intermittent since he left Georgetown and, given the low, grey November clouds, expected. Short days, cold nights… the season was sliding into winter, autumn’s furious color lying extinguished in mats of brown leaves, leaving behind the bones of an unattractive landscape, the hope of spring still too far away to contemplate. Whatever beauty remai4 years ago Read more -
Blog postWe’re On The Same Side
Congressional Dining Room, Longworth House
Chuck looked up from his meal and put his fork down. “You mean to say that you have nothing…NOTHING for me?” His practiced smile was still there, and Michael knew that Chuck had raised his voice for emphasis, not anger. It was his way of bullying without seeming to, a friendly but firm backslap method of speech.
Michael looked around quickly, trying to determine if Chuck was drawing attention to them on4 years ago Read more -
Blog postConspiracy
Bob Doran was seated but stood when Michael was shown into his office. His heavily-styled greying hair swept over his head, recalling various notorious television preachers. “Thanks so much for coming, Michael,” he beamed, offering his hand. The Chief of Staff occupied a spacious office, appointed with antiques dating from well before Lincoln. Two large windows behind his desk poured in the late morning sunlight, spilling brightly from the polished mahogany s4 years ago Read more -
Blog postQuicktime
Quid crastina volveret aetas scire nefas homini.
What the morrow’s years might bring ’twas sin for man to know.
Publius Papinius Statius A.D. 85
Michael stepped outside and took a deep breath. Their street was cobblestone, narrow with trolley tracks down the center, the shadows of the trees striking the pavement at irregular intervals. It promised to be another warm day in D.C., making its occupants wish for the relief of fall and dryer air4 years ago Read more -
Blog postAwakening
“How singular is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it; for they never come to a man together, and yet he who pursues either of them is generally compelled to take the other.”
Marcus Valerius Martialis 80 A.D.
Bird sounds came before anything else. He began to listen, trying to separate the various calls and their distance from him. Some were close, but plea4 years ago Read more
Titles By Alexander Francis
Tony and Mary are saddened by the plight of Cosimo, and they at last disclose the stunning truth to their son. Tony was born in the first century. He and his wife have traveled in time, and their companion and friend was left behind in the past.
A young brilliant scientist has the means and the knowledge to create time travel, just like his mother did twenty years previously when she enabled two young translators to go back to the first century. But Barron is being watched by relentless government agents who are determined to prevent any window into the past to ever be opened…again.
He stopped in mid-stage and turned toward the stunned audience, surveying them calmly, deliberately taking their measure before speaking. He wore a small smile, understanding the impact he made. After looking back and forth and waiting until every breath was silent, he spoke. "My name is Ronald Reagan. I am declaring my candidacy for President." After hearing his voice and watching his face, his mannerisms, those present had no doubts. It was him.
Treatment for Gale is directed at erasing her unwanted memory, but unforeseen complications occur, including confabulation, which leads to abrupt changes and new challenges.
Fortunately for Gale, she has friends who are there to help her: Jeff, a fellow graduate student, who is in love with her and will do absolutely anything for her, Peters, a relentless and ruthless detective who refuses to abandon her case, and Sibyl, her funny and sarcastic roommate, who also loves Gale in her own way.
An exciting tale of spys, terrorists and traitors in the U.S. Government, but also a love story between two people torn between duty and their own desires.