Thursday, October 25, 2007

Meet Legacy

This is the last day of the blog tour for Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground by Frank Creed. I hope you have found my blogs and those of other participants both entertaining and interesting enough to move you to get the book! Once again, if you leave a comment on this post or the past few, your name will be entered in the drawing tomorrow. At Lost Genre Guild's blog (, one person will win a copy of Flashpoint plus four other books.

So far I have shown a book trailer, a silly testimonal, shared snippets of reviews, shared my own review, and given you an interview with Frank Creed. Today I am leaving a sneak peek at my favorite character, Legacy. Below is Chapter 2, where he first appears in the story.


fast. In as much time as it took me to sit up straight, four peacekeeper Humvees jerked to a stop under the bridge. Jen's tear tracked face twisted in panic's horror. Hugging our knees, we flattened ourselves against the girders, trying to become part of them. A door squeaked open to eject a uniformed man, his face glued to a flip-com screen. He paused for a moment before looking right up at us. My stomach did ugly things as he pointed, yelling in German. Green uniformed peacekeepers poured from the vehicles to line up on our side of the road. Captain Flip-com barked an order and six of them started up the stony slope. Save Jen! Defeated, I stood. "You found me." I started toward them, hoping they'd somehow miss her.
Then movement from the corner that Dad had turned. A figure in an oilskin duster and thick-soled boots strolled down the sidewalk toward the scene. The rain fell in a light mist, but his hood was down. A black Samurai-style ponytail swung with his every stride. His face betrayed oriental blood even though mirror-shades hid his eyes. Walkin' in the rain. Wearin' sunglasses. You know--just in case the sun rose in this overcast pre-dawn sky.
A few peacekeepers turned rifles in his direction. Waving their freehands, they ordered him away.
To my disbelief he actually smiled and continued right toward them.
I decided this was either the first time he'd left the desert island he'd been raised on, or he'd lost his mind and was out looking for it.
More peacekeepers noticed him and fanned out to face the newcomer.
Captain Flip-com shouted orders, and the soldiers coming toward us stopped. One close to the stranger yelled an English word known by all peacekeepers: "Freeze!"
Lured by sounds and my surprise, Jen slid from her perch.
Still smiling, the stranger stopped, folded his arms, and said something in their own language. They looked to each other, muttering in angry tones. Three started toward him. All held their rifles more seriously.
The stranger touched the fingertips of both hands to his forehead and spread his arms. Air between the stranger and the soldiers shimmered--heat off a July blacktop. Peacekeepers flew backward as though a truck had plowed through them. They tumbled to a stop and lay still. Whatever he'd done had downed nearly half of them, including the six on the slope.
Captain Flip-com barked an order and rifles cracked, but bullets passed through empty space. The stranger leapt as though he'd been launched from a trampoline. Turning somersaults in the air, he landed on his feet near the top of the slope between them and us. He'd just jumped more than ten meters. Uphill.
Again, he touched his forehead and swept his arms wide, cartwheeling more soldiers into another time zone. Only a handful remained. By the time the survivors swung their rifles he was dive rolling down the slope, a human cyclone, his duster and ponytail whipping behind him. Peacekeeper rifles tracked him, but without warning the stranger came up in a crouch, a pistol in each hand. Twin guns gave off quick dull thumps and soldiers spun to the ground without getting off a single shot.
He stood and the guns were gone from his hands as though they were never there. "Call off the heat 'cause you guys are done," he announced, polishing fingernails on his coat's lapel. Wit died on the deaf ears of senseless opponents. It looked as though some giant child had left his green army men strewn across the driveway.
The stranger stared at one of the empty Hum-Vees they'd left running. It drove out from under the bridge to park sideways in the street just beyond the fallen peacekeepers. Then the next one did the same. One at a time, the other two vehicles blocked off the street on the other side of the bridge. All at once, their light bars lit up the area in wildly flashing blue. He turned and made straight for us, smiling again.
"We don't want anyone to get run'ded over," he explained.
The last vehicle had parked just in time. A yellow rental truck pulled up to the intersection, paused a long while, then turned away.
The stranger stopped before us, and bowed deeply at the waist and neck. "David and Jen Williams, you may call me Legacy. I'm sorry but the closest thing I have to a password is: Your Flashpoint was dirtcheap."

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Frankly Spreaking: an Interview with Frank Creed

Since Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground is being feature in a blog tour at Lost Genre Guild this week, I wanted to post an interview with Frank Creed, actually taken from several conversations I have had with him. I hope you get a feel for the heart and soul of this incredible author.

You have so many irons in the fire. You just released Flashpoint, you’re working on the second book, War of Attrition, you started the Lost Genre Tour just last year, you keep an active blog where you review and promote other authors’ works at Then you have a couple of other websites and blogs. Every night, practically, I see you on patiently answering mail and comments from pests like me. You work a full-time job. I don’t now how you keep it all going.

Irons in the fire: the pace is killing me, but this is a lifelong dream so I'll die with a smile on my face.

Willingness to share: He's blessed me already. My work ethic is always my best for His glory. Balancing the spheres of family, fiction, promotion, physical & mental handicaps, and a factory job became so frantic in recent month's that I began requesting prayer. I can't believe all the little things He's shown me since, and you are an example. It's been very Jimmy-Stewart-Wonderful-Life. He's used the gifts He gave me to influence dozens of lives that I had NO IDEA I was influencing. Yours is one of those lives. One of my sig-quotes is: "Nobody meets by accident."
Modern humans see the Bible as oppressive. So few realize that if one follows the instructions in the Creator's Owner's manual, one discovers the fullest, happiest life possible. I'm behind on sleep but don't regret a minute.

As I read Flashpoint, I envisioned it affecting lots of people, particularly young Christian guys, but you do such a masterful job of presenting the truth of salvation and the power of God that I believe the Lord will use it to lead people to know Him.

My fiction is all about ministry. I hope to make enough to pay the mortgage and go full-time. Another eight-fiction-hours, five-days-a-week for His glory would make me the happiest guy on this ball-of-dirt. I thought I wrote Flashpoint for discipleship purposes. I did mean to inspire the spiritually-slothy. A couple weeks ago I realized it was written for anyone who grew-up in church and understood the lingo, so it's funny you mention leading people to Christ. This is one of those little signs with which He's comforted me. If He could use my life's-work to save someone from Hell, it's worth every minute. But a handful? A dozen? A hundred? The concept staggers me. If you saw Schindler's List, please recall the scene at the end where Oscar breaks down and realizes how many more Jews he could have saved with all his wasted money. This was the only time I wept in a theater, and the same idea tears me now. What if, and how much more could I have done.

I understand that Flashpoint got an award in 2006, before it was even released? How did that happen? More time travel involved or what??

*Grin at time-travel*
I'm a member of, the Web's largest amateur spec-fic site--something like fifteen thousand members. I posted an rough version of Flashpoint there for critique late in 05. A fellow member nominated it for the yearly Elfie Awards, and that alone blew my mind--there are many anti-Christians at Elfwood. To have won at this place is just unreal.

So your publisher is your wife. I know however, that she wasn’t a publisher when you met. I think your story sounds like some kind of novel in itself.

I met a Canadian School-teacher online on May 9th of 03--exactly five years after I survived a head-on-collision that left me both physically and mentally handicapped. I married Cynthia on July 3rd of 04, and she moved from the Vancouver burbs to Indiana. It took two years to get her Green Card, so to make money, she started an editing service on the Web called The Writer's Cafe.

Until January of 06, I'd merely been submitting Flashpoint to traditional Christian publishing houses and getting rejected on my sci-fi sub-genre alone. At this time, Cynthia found an article online by a guy called Peter Bowerman about self-publishing, and said I ought to consider that option.
Yeah, right.
Finally she printed it out for me to read. I learned two things: 1) the Web has forever-changed the publishing industry, and 2) because of corporate downsizing and outsourcing, it's now possible to contract everything that traditional houses do.
If only we knew what they do.
Peter Bowerman's The Well-Fed Self-Publisher is a step-by-step strategy of exactly what traditional houses do, from acquisition to marketing. Cynthia turned The Writer's Cafe into The Writer's Cafe Press, and published the memoirs of Holocaust survivor, Max Cardoza. Then we agreed to try Flashpoint.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch (July 06), I was sweating my way through the critique rounds of Daniel I. Weaver's anthology Project, now known as Light at the Edge of Darkness. Cynthia had agreed to publish the anthology, but I still felt self-published even though she was doing all the publishing work. Face it, one's wife publishing one's fiction is a short step higher than your MOM! After I'd written a message to the contributors talking about "self-published", my dearest tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that "self" had nothin to do with "published".

While our Personal relationship is all smoochy, when it comes to publishing, we both insist on professional rules. I get deadlines, promotional tasks, and demands to write copy from my boss.

I can't believe what the capital BOSS has dumped in my lap. The adage reads "truth is stranger than fiction", and I can give that an Amen. To have met my dearest across our continent online, then she turns into my publisher? Nobody'd believe it.

I do get to wear the TWCP acquisitions editor hat, and am a sounding board for covers and titles, but that's it. Cyn has the final call for her business, and I'm just thankful.

You were in a head-on collision?


Can’t remember now. I sustained a closed-head-injury in a head-on ... Oh yeah.
That's a whole nuther story! Without going into the rest of my physical injuries, I endured a severe closed-head injury, which means my brain swelled but my thick skull didn't fracture. I was talkin to my food for two weeks in the hospital, trying to walk to the bathroom on a shattered hip, breaking restraints meant to keep me in bed, and throwing my hospital gown across the room. I have no memory of that time. The doctors were just telling my family that after years of rehab, they best they could hope for was 65% of my normal mental capacity. My pastor literally walked past them to visit with me. I'm told that was the first lucid conversation I had since the 120+ MPH combined-speed head-on collision (the front driver's side corner of my Buick Skyhawk was a foot from the windshield). The pastor and I prayed His will be done, I went to bed for the night and woke up like this, asking "Why am I in the Hospital?". I have short term memory issues so I have to write everything down, I can't multi-task to save my life, and places like Chuckie Cheese taxes my mental-energy like the IRS on a bonus-check.

So in spite of the fact that my surgeons claimed I'm doomed to a wheelchair around 2018, I'm thankful, cause it could be a whole lot worse. The Boss used this to get me focused on my fiction. Beyond a High-School diploma, I'm self-educated, and qualify for no kind of desk-job. Why do bad things happen to good people? I'm just pointin’ up. His will be done.

So really you are a walking, writing miracle. Clearly God had plans for you and He wasn’t ready for you to come home yet.

I’m just here, everyday doing my best. Some days that falls way short. People wonder about God’s will for their life. It’s just about showing up every day, with what He’s given you.

I work in a Subaru factory in Indiana, and because my disability does not allow me to show up every day, I feel horrible about making my coworkers pick-up my share of the work.

There’s a character in War of Attrition: Book Two of the Underground who’s that dark side of me. It would have been so much simpler to have just gone Home. Barren’s soul is barren. The One State has wiped out three generations of his family—but he wakes up every day and does it all again.

Neither Barren nor I are that dark, because we both know we’re here for His reason. We’re not sure what that is, but all we can do is wake up and take what He gives us.

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Check out come of the other things being written about Frank Creed and his ground breaking novel, Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground at the following blogs. Some of them will inspire you,others will make yoyu laugh or just scratch yur head. And don't forget to leave a comment if you want to be entered in the giveaway drawing to be held on Friday.
Fantasy Thyme
Write and Whine
Hoshi to Sakura
Wayfarer's Journal
BlogCritics Interview
Daniel I Weaver
Disturbing the Universe
Grace Bridges
Queen of Convolution
Virtual Tour de 'Net
Christian Fiction Review Blog
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Review
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Interview
Back to the Mountains
MaryLu Tyndall

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Have you heard the rumors about Frank Creed?

They're true!!! (Well, except for a few that Mavis and Calamity Kid have been spreading, but that's because they are taking all the credit.)
I've already spread my own review around around, but I thought I would take a few tiny excerpts, just a FEW, from the multitude of rave reviews that have multiplied like rabbits on the blogs lately. As you will see, I am far from the only one who loves Frank Creed's novel Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. Oh, by the way, if you comment here, you'll still be included in the drawing for FLASHPOINT and 4 more Spec-fic books!

"Creed provides a thrilling tour through dingy city scenes with a snappy Film Noir dialogue style that permeates the book. The novel twists like a pretzel through multiple dead ends, blind leads, and unexpected turns to make for an enjoyable and satisfying whirl through Creed's dark Chicago of 2036.Creed succeeds in creating believable 2030s Street Slang, fantastic technology, arsenals of powerful weapons, and action-packed fight scenes. This isn't your dad's Christian fiction, this is too cool to be left on a bookshelf action mixed with a good dose of high tech weaponry." Adam Graham,

"Flashpoint is roughly a Christian answer to the Matrix, but most of the action (including sword fights and martial arts displays) occurs in the real world, courtesy of combined high tech and spiritual power, so there's a certain amount of Americanized wuxia going on, too. And it all happens in a not-too-distant future where the U.S. has surrendered its sovereignty to foreign powers in the name of security. Christians, meanwhile, have been branded as terrorists and driven underground." Stephen L. Rice,

"The science engine used (thus the CYBER aspect of cyberpunk) for FLASHPOINT rivals the likes of the Matrix movies for both its WOW factor and originality. We end up with a band of almost super-human heroes coupling their faith with technology (in a world where faith seems at war with technology) and becoming weapons for Godâ??s glory. Super human strength, speed, intuition, cognition, perception, etc. The stupefying arsenal of divine powers makes for an amazing ride. FLASHPOINT would make one heck of a movie! " Daniel I. Weaver,

"People, the year 2036 is almost here. We have the chip implant technology, GPS satellites, and all these interesting groups that you'd expect; the World Health Organization (WHO), the World Council of Churches (WCC) and the World Trade Organization (WTO). Want to have some fun? Do a Google search on "World Organizations". We're closer to a "One State" government and its churchy counter part, "One Church" than you may wish to believe. People are manipulating DNA in search of the perfect human (Dr. Mengela would be so proud). Technology has taken us into the realm of nanotechnology, meaning the ability to build simple machines at or below the atomic level. In other words, you can't see them. Where will it all end? You have a Bible? The ending is written in there. It's amazing how the Apostle John could be so accurate, especially most of the things he talked about were hundreds of years from existing on any level.

Frank Creed isn't trying to tell us something we don't already know. He's trying to prepare us for a battle too many of us are willing to admit is already here. Way to go Frank." David Brollier,

"This "little book" is so chock-full of action that I had to give it far more time than would be usual for one this size. There are some scenes you have to read over again and again, just for that stunning visual effect in your mind. Ever heard of ground-breaking fiction? This is it. Hot stuff! I had to let it sink in for a few days before I could think about writing a review?" Grace Bridges,

"If you're one of the many Christian science fiction fans who've despaired upon finding good science fiction with a distinctly Christian worldview, weep no more. Frank Creed has delivered a novel that will appeal to teenagers and adults alike and that will please even the most ardent technophile. Flashpoint is more than worth a read." Karen McSpadden,

And now for a lighter side. Publisher Cynthia MacKinnon, of The Writers' Cafe Press, put together this little 'gossip' piece for PR and laughs. Okay, cut her some slack; remember she's been around Frank a lot for a couple of years now!

Flashpoint Blog Tour This Week! Win Books!

This is gonna be spiff!
From Tuesday, October 23 through Thursday, October 25, Lost Genre Guild is hosting a Virtual Book Tour for Frank Creed’s Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. During those three days, a number of bloggers, including me, will be posting reviews, book trailers (includes one goofy one), bios, interviews, etc. to introduce you to this worthy masterpiece of Christian Speculative Literature.

AND THE BIG NEWS—PRIZES!!! On Friday, the publisher will give away a gift basket containing a signed copy of Flashpoint, four other spec-fic books, and some Flashpoint goodies. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment one of the three days on my blog. It’s that simple.

I posted a review of this innovative novel on October 1. I hope you will scroll down the page to read it. Any comments left there will also be added to the drawing for the books.

Here is a list of others participating in the Blog Tour. I urge you to check out what they have to say as well.

Fantasy Thyme
Write and Whine
Hoshi to Sakura
Wayfarer's Journal
BlogCritics Interview
Daniel I Weaver
Disturbing the Universe
Grace Bridges
Queen of Convolution
Virtual Tour de 'Net
Christian Fiction Review Blog
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Review
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Interview
Back to the Mountains
MaryLu Tyndall
Cathi's Chatter

Books of the Underground site:

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For today, I want to present a nifty book trailer that makes a good teaser for Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. I hope you enjoy it.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Light at the Edge of Darkness: Anthology of Hope in Evil Times

A mysterious horseman, assorted demons, zombies, werewolves, generous aliens, angels, sadistic persecutors, lunatic killers, stoic martyrs of the faith, fearful victims, secret agent hit men who travel through time, Evil One State Government, supernatural deliverance, the battle of good versus evil, a battle of wills, hope, faith, the power of God. All this and more awaits the reader in Light at the Edge of Darkness, an anthology of twenty-seven short stories, collected by Daniel I. Weaver from members of the Lost Genre Guild, edited by Cynthia MacKinnon of The Writers’ Café Press. This impressive collection is somewhat loosely tied under the umbrella of Biblical Speculative Fiction. There are too many tales and too much variety to do it justice in this brief review. The sub-genres include dark horror, supernatural thrillers, cyberpunk, futuristic science fiction, space travel science fiction, fantasy, and dystopia (I had to look it up: a place where everything is as bad as it can get, anti-utopia). The antagonists are usually horrendous and are often evil spirits. The protagonists vary in their strengths and character traits, but they always have hope and faith; they see the Light at the end of whatever their individual darkness is.

I will try to give you a few examples of what to expect. The first story, “Frozen Generation” by Andrea Graham, is an instance of dystopia. In this future World Empire, some mothers sell their unborn fetuses, labeled POC (product of conception), to companies that will either sell the children as slaves or harvest the organs of unsold babies. One of the workers is a Black Christian woman who rescues Black embryos but has no compunctions about destroying the White fetuses. In “Miracle Micro,” Frank Creed offers a cyberpunk special that any techno-freak will appreciate. Fast forward to Chicago around 2036, when Fundamental Christians are labeled as terrorists and criminals, and the Federal Bureau of Terrorism hires an electrical-technical whiz to become a spy with the Underground Body of Christ. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but suffice it to say the Holy Spirit interferes with his plans of sabotage. A. P. Fuchs creates an extremely dark and emotionally charged “Undeniable.” It explores the very real possibility of Christians who are brutally tortured simply because of their faith in Jesus Christ and just how much they might be able to bear without denying Him. At the other end of the spectrum is a pun-infested fantasy wormhole-travel piece by Stephen L. Rice called “At the Mountains of Lunacy.” A motley band of adventurers (including a priest and an Amazon woman with a mustache) are hired to open up a mountain pass and find a lost alchemist. Told from the point of view of one of the adventurers, this tale is full of lunacy: maniacal kings, werewolves whose leader is Lord Lovaduc, greedy but fragile zombies, and a nutty alchemist.

Many of the tales were horrific, sad, dark, and oppressive, but one thing remained the same throughout: there was always THE ray of Light at the edge of the Darkness. Sometimes the heroes were saved from physical death, sometimes they weren’t, but always they knew they would be saved to eternal life. The truth of the gospel, of Jesus’ redemption, was ever present. This is the core that holds everything together. One of the strong points overall is the way the authors weave the Biblical truths, particularly of Jesus’ sacrifice, love, and redemption.

Personally, I enjoyed the majority of the stories, but in an anthology like this one, individual preferences will play a part. If you are an aficionado of any type of science fiction, fantasy, thrillers, horror, or cyberpunk, you are going to want a copy of Light at the Edge of Darkness. It will keep you at the edge of your seat.

Edited by Cynthia MacKinnon
Publisher: The Writers' Cafe Press
Paperback: 384 pages
ISBN: 978-1-934284-00-1
Retail Price: $14.95

Now available at,,, as well as from the publisher and other fine book stores.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Sanctuary is Simply Superb!!

Before I had a chance to see this historical novel, I read several fine reviews about it, each one making me more anxious to read Molly Noble Bull’s latest work. Happily, I was not disappointed when the book was finally in my hands.

Sanctuary is set in France and England in 1740, a time when Jews and non-Catholics in general were persecuted. One particular group, known as Huguenots, were once protected but were now open to persecution of all kinds. Right from the beginning of the first chapter, Ms. Bull starts things off with a bang and a shock. Rachel, a young Jewess whose family is trying to blend in to the French society as much as possible, is away from home when her beloved Louis Dupre, a Huguenot, stops by her home to talk to her parents about marriage. Suddenly a mass of about thirty soldiers attack the household, burning everything and killing Louis and Rachel’s parents. Louis’ brother Pierre is not far away; he sees what is happening, but being unarmed and alone, is helpless to intervene. From this point on he knows he must do what he can to protect his mother, little brother, and Rachel. As word of the tragedy spreads, the Huguenots find they must flee immediately. Rachel is in such shock that Pierre can hardly get her to move. They must run to find Sanctuary, first in a place called Sanctuary, then in a village, and finally in England and Scotland. Along the way they find wonderful people who help them and cruel, evil people who hate them. They are married for convenience, for Rachel’s protection as they escape and travel by ship. In fact, Pierre has always loved her even before she met his brother, but stepped out of the way. Now he is determined to save her out of respect for his brother, but even more because of his love for her. Ever the Christian gentleman, though, he never reveals his feelings, wishing that some day she would see him as she had seen Louis. Their biggest obstacle as they look for a place of peace is Captain Jean Vallae, the leader of the very band of soldiers who killed their loved ones. His hatred for Jews and Huguenots drives him on a rampage that will not stop. Once he has seen Rachel, he is obsessed with a desire to have her and a hatred for her whole family. He relentlessly pursues them, each obstacle to his desires serving to enrage him further. Only through the intervention of God and His people are Rachel and Pierre able to continue their harrowing journey.

One point I think I need to add: this is not a Catholic-bashing book. In fact, there are several members of the French Catholic Church who help the couple as they escape. These good people place themselves at risk in fact. The abuses of some are well known, however, and the persecutions of many are historic fact. This is not an attempt to paint all Catholics as evil, nor all French as evil.

There are several surprising turns along the way, making this novel a thoroughly enjoyable read. It is a romance, it is a historical, but it is much more. Now I am chaffing to read the next book in the series when it comes out!

Product Details

Sanctuary by Molly Noble Bull; first in the Faith of Our Fathers Series
Paperback: 286 pages
Publisher: Tsaba House (September 15, 2007)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1933853506
ISBN-13: 978-1933853505
Available at many fine bookstores and on

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Video for Sue Dent, author of Never Ceese

Here is a video recently put together by Sue Dent and her publisher, Cynthia MacKinnon of The Writers' Cafe Press. Sue has one book published, Never Ceese, with a second one, Forever Richard, due to be released before the end of 2007.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Matrix Meets Holy Spirit--Flashpoint by Frank Creed

Flashpoint by Frank Creed

Imagine a book that combines the super-cool action of The Matrix with a big portion of Left Behind, and then mix in a few tablespoons of Frank Peretti’s This Present Darkness and the powers of all the superheroes you know. This only begins to give you an idea of what to expect in Frank Creed’s futuristic Speculative Fiction book, Flashpoint.

This tale of Good (The Body of Christ and God) versus Evil (the Devil and his crowd) takes place in Chicago in 2036, a time when Fundamentalist Christians are considered dangerous terrorists who need to be taken to insane asylums and reprogrammed in order to serve society. The true believers meet secretly in house churches which are always in danger of being discovered and raided by “Peacekeepers.” The life-or-death action begins as Dave and Jen Williams are traveling home with their dad, only to find Peacekeepers have stormed the neighborhood and arrested the members of their house church, including their mother and older brother. Their father hurriedly takes Dave and Jen to hide where he thinks they’ll be safe until one of the members of the BOC (Body of Christ) can get them underground. Their rescuer, Legacy, makes a last minute appearance as the Peacekeepers are ready to take them. With super strength, super speed and some high-tech toys, Legacy knocks out the Bad Guys. From this point on, the action REALLY gets hot and heavy!

What is most remarkable about this book is how Frank Creed laces the book with scripture, important Christian values, and humor without ever slowing down the pace. The mindware that has been developed works in conjunction with the Holy Spirit, and Dave (who chooses Calamity Kid as his street name) must learn to surrender his own will and let God’s will be done. The humor is everywhere, and sometimes I had to reread portions because I missed it.

The only point that some readers may have a problem with is that this is not written with a rapture taking place, as in Left Behind, before the One World Government starts to take over. However, this book is not taking a stand on one view of the Tribulation or another; it is a speculative look at what the church may face if current trends continue. As such, I think it handles situations and scripture nicely.

I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys action-adventure, cyberpunk, science fiction, or end-times speculation. It is particularly geared for young adult guys, but we older folks--even ladies-- will enjoy it as well! There isn’t a dull moment, yet it gives you some truths to chew on at the same time.

Flashpoint: Book One of the UndergroundAuthor: Frank Creed
Publisher: The Writers’ Café Press, Lafayette, IN
Pub. Date: September, 2007
ISBN: 978-1-934284-01-8
Biblical speculative fiction
200 pages
Retail Price: $9.95, softcover
Contact Frank Creed at