Ed Ireland

OK
About Ed Ireland
Ed Ireland was born in Philadelphia on September 29, 1954. In January of 1955, the hospital he was born in was torn down. Presumably, they didn’t want anything like that happening again. His adolescence was shaped in Catholic school where the proper use of the common language was the only thing that mattered to the short but strong nuns.
In 1972 he joined the military where his wanderlust surfaced. He has since called many places home such as Texas, California, Nevada, Colorado, Pennsylvania New Jersey, New York and North Carolina while on his way to his current home in Miami, Florida. He claims his penchant for wandering is now at an end here in the shadows of Hemingway.
Along this great and wondrous trip, he has collected memories of some of the most beautiful scenery this country has to offer. He has also met a veritable kaleidoscope of colorful characters that make up the tapestry of his work. Along with his scenic visions, each character in his works carries some part of people he has known in his life, both good and bad.
On the personal side of his life, he is the proud father of two, a rabid Philadelphia Eagles fan, a self-confessed video game addict and a proud supporter of wildlife issues. His particular issue is support for the wolf programs across the country. He encourages support for these magnificent animals and donates a portion of each sale to Runningwiththewolves.org.
Are you an author?
Author Updates
-
-
-
Blog postI am pleased to announce that CyberCon is back! The biggest online book fair ever is waiting in the wings, ready to explode once again starting on May 17th. The event this year is being hosted by a new group, OurWriteSide, that has plenty of veterans from the previous CyCons. For personal reasons, Angela had to drop out this year and left this institution to them.
This is my portion of the blog-hop, a traveling side-show where we humble ourselves before our fellow writers. It's our pleasur3 years ago Read more -
Blog postWow! Where have I been? There is so much to catch up on, so let's start with where I am.
The move is over. It's been over for some time now. Maybe that's why I haven't been adding to the blog...I'm not perpetually pissed-off any more. We left NC, leaving a few folks that became good friends behind. We also left perhaps the two biggest assholes on the planet, but that was a relief.
In NC, if you remember right, we were invited to stay with "friends". Right. Things went smoot3 years ago Read more -
Blog postSo, for this family, 2014 will officially be remembered as the most insane holiday ever. Gypsy and I are close to exhaustion, Alexa is going stir-crazy, Noob the wonder dog is close behind and the cats are even feeling it. Last night, Biggie kept cuddling with my daughter's Little Pony doll. In itself, this isn't overly-weird but the doll talks at the slightest touch. So all night I kept hearing "I love you Mommy" and the theme song of My Little Ponies. Let's explore the reasons why th7 years ago Read more
-
-
Blog postSo, who has anything against free stuff? I know that I certainly don't. I live for giveaways, contests, try-me-outs and any other way to get free stuff. Which brings me to the reason for this particular blog. You see, there are more than 70 books waiting to be snatched up by some lucky people.
A great group called Indie Books Be Seen has come up with the idea of their first annual Secret Santa Indie Book Giveaway Contest. There are some fantastic books available, including The Last Ranger7 years ago Read more -
Blog postWell, today I have reached a milestone in my life. I have reached the ripe age of 60. To all of you folks that have also reached this milestone and made the statement "I don't feel 60", screw you! I want you to know, I feel 60! Physically that is. My friggin' knees hurt, my back hurts and yeah, there's a little dry skin!
The worst part to this is that mentally, my age ranges from 17 to about 24. This means I see stuff and I want to do it. That's when my support group comes in. My8 years ago Read more -
Blog postSo, part one of my move is finished and New York is just a bad memory. Wonderful people have accepted us here in North Carolina till we get straightened out, but North Carolina itself is not holding her arms open for us. She is however, holding her hands open for us to drop money in. It seems, nothing comes easy in NC.
North Carolina is a beautiful state. There's no mistaking that. Even though there is no tar on my heels or even on my soles for that matter, I can see the untapped potential8 years ago Read more -
-
Blog postI read an interesting blog the other day about marketing. It seems, I have been promoting instead of marketing myself and my books. There's a difference.
The marketing guru says to find something that is consistent in each book and then apply it to yourself. Like "The writer who talks about love" or "The writer of battles". So I looked through my books and came up with a few. There's "The writer with hands", "The writer who writes stuff" and m8 years ago Read more -
Blog postWell, the much anticipated move is finally here. We're moving, lock, stock and barrel from the center of Long Island to Hialeah, Fl.
Maybe...
The move is supposed to happen at the end of August when our lease runs out. I say supposed to, because this is getting crazy. There are so many things to do. We've shopped around for ways to do this and have settled on getting a storage container to fill with all our worldly goods and then send off to sunny Hialeah. We all decided that the dri8 years ago Read more -
Blog postI've been following a discussion the last few days on one of my writer groups about naming characters. For my part, I want my readers to set my book down after reading it and feel as if they know my characters on a personal level. Kind of like they met them at the Harrison's pool party last month. I'm of the opinion that well thought out characters elevate the story by making it a bit more personal.
My characters have personalities and personality can only be full if you know certain event8 years ago Read more -
Blog postIn case anybody doesn't know, I happen to be Wiccan. Wiccan as in card-carrying, spell-casting witch. I take my faith seriously and I have often been involved in debates about the way my faith is portrayed. Basically, they all break down to "it's my life and I can do what I want" arguments. My point is and always has been, that at the current state of Wiccan acceptance, you have to look at the bigger picture and if it means sacrificing your "freedoms" a bit, isn't your faith8 years ago Read more
-
Blog postOf all the legitimate things to be afraid of, like spiders, snakes and/or woodpeckers, my wife is afraid of clowns. I'm talking push-me-to-the-ground, run-off-screaming afraid. The real thing. She even has clown-sense. It's like Spider Man's Spidey-Sense but it works with clowns. We were in the mall once and she gripped my arm and in a squeaky voice said "There's a clown here!".
A few minutes later we turned a corner, and I shit you not, there she was. Red nose, big funny shoes a8 years ago Read more -
Blog postToday is my day. Father's Day. Today I rule supreme! That's right, today is my day. It is the one day set aside for Dad. Somewhere in history, June 19, 1910 to be exact, the very first Father's Day was celebrated in Spokane, Washington.
First time Dads have a lot of expectations during the nine months of pregnancy. They have this whole per-conceived notion of how they will act and then...baby. All that shit you thought and said is out the window when you see that little bundle. The first t8 years ago Read more -
Blog postIn my younger days, one of the popular songs was from Crosby, Stills & Nash, entitled "Teach Your Children". It told the listener to teach their children well. Most of us from that generation did not succeed. Sure, our kids might be raised right, the thirty-somethings, but they seemed to have missed that very important lesson of "teach your children well".
Today at the local mall, they had a super-hero camp for the kids, with Spider Man as the guest hero. When8 years ago Read more -
Blog postToday is my wife's birthday. She's 35 today and is fine with that. A lot of people start to freak when they hit these little "milestones" in age. Truth be told, like the old saying goes, you're only as old as you feel.
For instance, when one of those favorite songs comes on the radio you'll move around. No matter what the age, you'll move. Especially if you're in a car, safe in that invisible cocoon of leather and steering wheel. Just a note though, those clear things all around8 years ago Read more -
Blog postLooking back on my life, the thing I notice is my inability to stay rooted. Even when I've stayed in one particular city, the urge to move all around is always there.
My home was, and in my heart, always will be South Philly. To me, there's nowhere like it in the world. It might as well be from another planet. We just do things different there. Whenever I tell people I'm from Philly, the reaction I get most is that look like the person just put something sour in their mouth.
8 years ago Read more -
Blog postOnce I was asked, "Why do you write?". My first thought was that this was a rather odd question. Then it occurred to me that people who didn't write or create in any way might actually be curious. I managed to suppress the urge to answer "because it's there" and set about to try and explain why. This was my final answer:
What is best in life?To crush your enemies...to see them driven before you...to hear the lamentations of their women! Perfect if you are Conan. Not so8 years ago Read more
Titles By Ed Ireland
For this particular book, besides giving you the recipe, I'll be infusing every page with what makes South Philly special; the attitude. I'll show you and explain why we do things the way we do. It's not rocket science, it's just the way you learn to cook right.
However, the Goddess herself forbids it. The great Mother, the very world they stand upon has become tired once more. She calls her emissaries to ensure that the men of Andaria are the first to feel her wrath. The Goddess of the Free People forbids them to go to the aid of the Andarian people. Instead, she sends Hellion on a quest to bring the lost tribes to their new homes in the Fairlands.
In the forests, the children of Andaria seek asylum. They cross the river into the Fairlands, but their destructive ways must not be allowed to mark their journey. Fire has been left to oversee their exodus and ensure her own beloved can return safely. As she prepares the clans, the unprecedented formation of the six armies begins. Five allies will join her. The three most ancient races of Gaia put aside their differences and offer support to Fire’s command.
The armies of men and dwarves, still thankful for the Free People’s help in regaining their homes pledge their support as well. Fire finds herself in command of an army the likes of which this world has never seen before. An army that can crush the madman that races along Andaria leaving a swatch of chaos and destruction in its wake.
Still, the wishes of the Goddess cannot be ignored. Andaria must fall. However, the refugees that huddle in the Fairlands must be saved and the pursuing army halted. Fire, suddenly imbued with the gift of realization of who she is, sheds her self-doubt and stands at the head of her armies. While Andaria has been chosen, the madman will not enter the Fairlands! This is her will and her savagery on the battlefield will become legend!
When the Huntress arrives, what he asks of her is not what she expected to hear. The world around her is about to explode and only she and Salaris can hope to contain it. Vespias is returned her rank as General of Tiran and she has a multifaceted war to plan for.
A war that will reach from her home, all the way to the Kikidiri jungles across the sea. A strange cult rises and threatens not only the Junin but the Gyrnnalli ways of life. The city of Navvas, the new city of Jaslin, and Castia all face an imminent attack from one of the most massive armies to ever stand.
And in the midst of this, Tiran stands braced for the attack of Prince Frall and his wizards. Tiran wants her freedom and will live victorious or die rebellious. The Huntress has all of this to conquer, but before any of it will happen, she needs to conquer one other foe. The dark demons that exist within her must be quelled before she can hope to defeat anyone else.
Once again, with her family and allies by her side, she takes on the impossible. Once again, her story is not for the faint of heart. Once more, her journal reveals the woman while her story reveals the warrior.
These stories and poems are my gift to you. The more we use our minds, the clearer things become. The clearer things become, the brighter our path through this world becomes. Read, think, stretch your imaginations and let the bonds that hold you fall away.
Faces of friends and neighbors. Faces of children and elders. Faces of loved ones.
Extraordinary times call for heroes, but who are they? They can take on their own faces, like war-hardened generals, mystics and wizards, or the bravest of soldiers. Heroes are those special enough to stand in the face of death and smile. There are other heroes as well.
Heroes that call on love and hope to help them stand and face the terror. The unassuming butcher or blacksmith who fights to keep his or her family alive. Sometimes, it is a young girl, thrilled to plan for her wedding. A wedding that will have to wait until the undead are no more. It may be that the most unlikely of heroes come from the most unlikely of places.
This is the story of one such hero. Vespias never wanted the war to turn its ugly head towards her lands. It came nonetheless. She is the last person who should fight, but without her knowing, life has prepared her for these moments. It has secretly forged a hero from the mundane and ordinary. A hero that might just win the war and return her world to normal.
Or not.
The Last Ranger of Sarn brings you into Vespias’ world. It tells her story and holds nothing back. These journals of hers compliment the story, showing what she felt at the time. They appear throughout giving the reader a glimpse into her mind. A glimpse into what it takes to be a hero. A glimpse into what heroics cost and a sense of wonder if the cost was worth the end.
It was also twenty years of watching and waiting. A new threat has been lurking just beyond the Clan’s sight. A new enemy that doesn’t want their lands. A new enemy that doesn’t want revenge. A new enemy that simply wants their souls.
After years of waiting, a strange book is found that begins a horrific slide towards total annihilation. An ancient evil rises again while the largest army the Clans have ever faced races across the waves towards them. Once more, Hellion and Fire are called by the Goddess to save her world.
If they can.
When the final warhorns sound, when the final lamentations have been sung…when the last words have been spent, will the world remember the Clans? Will stories of Hellion be told to the children of the new world?
Will you remember the final days of the Clans?
The short stories are studies in different genres. There is humor in the Wiki-esque biography of Popeye the Sailor and the irreverent "When the Music Stops", fantasy in the "Bonds of War" and drama in "Silver Lining".
It is my hope that you will find something in these pages that will give you pause. Pause to remember the simplicity of a child's laughter, the joy of discovery, the realization that love has found you or just the unadulterated ability to laugh.
Life has shown me so many of the stories and poems in this book. Life has shown you the stories that made you who you are. Take the time to allow your own tales find their way back into your memories. Let my stories remind you of your own forgotten treasure.
A semi-popular writers site that uses popular boy bands to lure teenage girls to swell its numbers, it's also the hunting grounds of the twisted killer. It's also where Detective White meets Grace Payne, the office manager and apparently the only sane worker there.
As the investigation progresses all indications point to Harold Parson the site's owner. Even as the evidence mounts Jim is not so sure Parson is the one. His sights are set on a notorious serial killer that has managed to evade capture for years. When the two men are linked it seems as if the case is clear cut and moving towards the right direction.
It doesn't take long for that to unravel bringing Jim, his partner Bill and Grace into a dizzying spiral of madness when the true killer is revealed.
Follow Jim and Grace as they track the killer, fall in love and try to survive the Final Chapter of the killer's tale.
Behind the scenes there were power struggles beginning to take effect and pressure from the New York and Florida families. Don Angelo Bruno worked to control everything as best he could. Then came the call from New York...they were sending a younger member in to be trained by Sal. There was also a massive plan being implemented that called for Sal's unique talents.
With young Vinnie Collasimo in tow Sal lands in Los Angeles and a meeting with the three most powerful Dons in America. Also at the meeting are members of the CIA and FBI. Something is in the wind and when his next target is placed in his lap Sal knows his world will never be the same. Not just his world but the entire world!
This stylized fictional account of one man’s part in that dark day in November in 1963 will have you wondering just how much of an involvement there was on the part of the American Mafia, the CIA and other groups. Was Sal the triggerman that day? Would he follow orders even if he didn’t agree with them? Would the Dons be willing to put up with the well-practiced deceit of the government?
Follow Sal as his story unfolds in this tale of double-crosses and lies. Told in the authentic vernacular of the streets of Philadelphia as well as being peppered with euphemisms from the Italian background they came from. Crime Scene is as authentic as a warm soft pretzel or a hot cheesesteak. It will bring a taste of South Philly into your world and an insight into life in the city, the mob and the early sixties.