My Oblique Brush With J.K. Rowling

The other day, I may have done author J.K. Rowling a favor.

In one of my social media feeds I noticed that there was someone on Fiverr who, for five dollars, would send you something purporting to be from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  I’m not going to state specifically what it was this person was offering, but suffice it to say, in my opinion, this “service” looked very unprofessional, and I doubted that J.K. Rowling or her publishers had licensed this person to perform this service. In other words, the purveyor of this service may have been infringing on copyrights and trademarks owned by Rowling and her publishers, to say nothing about any monies he might have been earning off of them.

So…

I gathered up the information and sent it to the firm that is responsible for dealing with these matters, and I received a reply thanking me for sending them the information.

Rowling

Why did I do it? I’m honest.  That’s why.

Doesn’t J.K. Rowling have enough money?  Anyone who wants as much money as J.K Rowling has ought to go out and earn it as she has done.

Can’t she let someone people profit off of her work? Not unless she wants to.  Until then, Harry Potter is literally her business.

As an author, I understand that bread and butter is hard to earn, and stealing someone else’s intellectual property takes away from an author’s dinner table -no matter how wealthy and successful the author may be.  If someone wants to make lots of money and eat like a king (or a queen), the way to do that is to work as hard as the “rich” person did to get what they have.

Rowling herself wasn’t rich when she began writing Harry Potter, yet the Harry Potter books are best-sellers.  The next best-selling author could be any one of us who is reading this if we only put in the time and effort. And yes, maybe “luck” was on her side when her books got picked up for publication, but you know what?  Anyone else who wants to be just as “lucky” as she is needs to make an attempt as she has done, and with an original idea, not a stolen one.

What did I get for reporting someone who may be profiting off of Rowling’s work without her permission?

A nice thank you, and the knowledge that I have done the right thing.

That’s more than enough for me.

Thomas D. Taylor

 

 

Research Takes You In Many Different Directions…

My wife and I were doing research for some of our upcoming books today. You’d be amazed at where being an author could take you.

Thanks to Marc Hightower for the biplane ride.100_7343 a

Excerpts from “Hemlock: The Collected Mysteries (Volume 1)”

People interested in getting a glimpse into Detective Jame’s Hemlock’s life and the horrors he discovers during his investigations should have a look at this…

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“Hemlock: The Collected Mysteries (Volume 1)”

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Excerpt from “No Crocodile Tears Permitted”

Hemlock was not familiar with any kind of demonology, but had he been, he would have quickly understood that the worst specimens of fallen angels were represented here. They were laid out like chess pieces on a board, with the bare middle rows of the field forming a kind of street through the nightmare. There would be no way that a person could traverse the track without perturbation and accumulating dread, knowing that such lifelike representations of the most accursed ambassadors from the infernal regions of Hell were looking down upon him.

They were mind-bending creations. Each one was an amalgam of earthly creatures and creatures of no kind the earth had ever seen. One was a many legged creature with a body that seemed to be composed of mostly eyes and pinchers. Another was a many-headed animal with screaming mouths, and multiple tongues. There was no way to describe most of them, but it made Hemlock shudder when he thought of the sculptors who must have spent untold hours working on them. To be so close to them, and to look at them for days as the final forms were slowly chiseled out of the rock, or marble, or concrete, or whatever material happened to comprise each varying shape… It would drive a sane man mad, though it might delight a wicked man, and feed an insane man’s mania.

Excerpt from “The Loop in the Underground”

But he didn’t have time to pursue that line of thought. There was a clicking sound and Plum was on the line.

“Ah, Mr. Hemlock. I see you’ve found another one of my little hiding spots.”

“Yep. Have your wounds healed yet? I seem to remember that during our last encounter I stabbed you with a machete and punctured you with a bullet or two.”

“I’m fine, thank you. You do realize that your calling me right now seals your fate, don’t you? I have men and women going down there to finish you off?”

“Are you so extraordinarily stupid as to think that I haven’t planned for that? If they come down here, they’ll die. If you want to save their lives, you would do well to call them off.”

“They are expendable, and will be rewarded in Hell if they die. They know this, which is why they will come for you no matter what you have waiting for them.”

Excerpt from “Death Screams Eternal”

There was a splintering, tearing sound, and the boy fell through the floor and into the crawl space beneath the chapel.

Bones broke his fall.

Hundreds of bones.

Thousands of bones.

Maybe tens of thousands of bones.

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Detective James Hemlock used to think Hell and Earth were two separate places, but then his investigations uncovered a worldwide cult the likes of which no sane man or woman had ever before seen.

Its members have infiltrated our universities, our militaries, our governments, and the planet’s biggest corporations. And deep beneath the ground, in dim-litten grottos and catacombs, Hemlock discovers that cannibalism, mass-murder, and demon worship are just some of the rites and rituals that this gruesome and deranged organization uses to try to bring on the apocalypse.

Hemlock -one lone man- may be all that stands between sanity and the final destruction of the world.

WARNING: This book is not for the faint-hearted. Author Thomas D. Taylor doesn’t show his characters any mercy, and he won’t show YOU any mercy, either.

167,500 words

 

Trailer for “Hemlock: The Collected Mysteries: Volume I”

Here is is, folks!  A trailer for Thomas D. Taylor’s book “Hemlock: The Collected Mysteries: Volume I.”  This book is available on Amazon.com as a paperback and as a Kindle file.

Enjoy!

Description:

Detective James Hemlock used to think Hell and Earth were two separate places, but then his investigations uncovered a worldwide cult the likes of which no sane man or woman had ever before seen.

Its members have infiltrated our universities, our militaries, our governments, and the planet’s biggest corporations. And deep beneath the ground, in dim-litten grottos and catacombs, Hemlock discovers that cannibalism, mass-murder, and demon worship are just some of the rites and rituals that this gruesome and deranged organization uses to try to bring on the apocalypse.

Hemlock -one lone man- may be all that stands between sanity and the final destruction of the world.

WARNING: This book is not for the faint-hearted. Author Thomas D. Taylor doesn’t show his characters any mercy, and he won’t show YOU any mercy, either.

With a foreword by author C. H. Wilson.

167,500 words.

Excerpts From Sinister Sextet

“Sinister Sextet: Six Supernatural Stories”

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Three excerpts from “Sores.”

“Sores” #1:

Her hair was difficult to describe, because while it looked like she might have had a bizarre matching cap on, for whatever reason, she seemed to have pulled her hair through some of the holes in it.

Then I saw one of the pom-poms on the top of her head burst. A diluted, syrupy fluid spewed out of it like cherry brandy liqueur popping out of a gigantic squashed bon-bon, except the color of the liquid was greenish. There were blackish chunks of something mixed in with the running sore, too.

Her arms, face, and head were covered with giant pustules. These were what I was seeing. Not a sweater with dirty pom-poms crocheted into them at all. The growths were grayish white in color, and big. Probably each of them were as long and as large as the last knuckle on my pinky finger.

The -for lack of a better word- pox, also explained the looseness of the blouse. It was probably concealing more pustules, as were her dark blue slacks. Looking at it again, I could see some dark green blotches on her blouse here and there. Cleverly, it seemed the woman had used the blouse’s natural coloring to try and conceal the burst sores.

“Stay back,” I warned.

She muttered something unintelligible and then swore. When she did, greenish goo spurted out of her mouth, and I quickly understood that the infection she had was internal as well as external.

I was worried about her proximity to me even though she was still twenty-five feet away. If she sneezed or coughed -hell, even breathed- and droplets came my way, and if whatever she had was transmissible, I was screwed.

“Sores” #2:

“If you look out your back window, now” he said, “you’ll see other fires. I don’t know if other people are burning bodies, or if some houses caught fire, or if they’re just cooking food, but the smoke is too much for people making campfires or cooking fires in my opinion. I don’t hear no sirens. Now would be the time to get rid of the one behind your house. It’ll be trickier though, because I’d have to make sure the fire wouldn’t spread. The grass is dry. But you’ve got a spigot back there don’t you? I could take my hose and hook it up and wet the grass around it and take care of it for you.”

“That would be mighty kind,” I said.

Russell looked relieved and worried at the same time.

“Now you know,” he said, “that I got close to that other body, and I’m going to need to get close to this one. You still want that rifle? I was thinking of leaving it somewhere where you could get to it before I burned the other body last night, but I couldn’t take the risk. If someone got to me and Lynne Mae before we talked you wouldn’t know where it was, and if someone got to the rifle before we told you about it, you wouldn’t get it anyway. I’ve been in contact with Lynne Mae all this time, of course, and so now I suppose the both she and I might be contagious.”

“Sores” #3:

Now it was upon us. Now, it was cutting through the final barrier. The trees were being torn out and flung into the air with the ease of a frenzied man pulling out handfuls of grass.

It was excruciatingly loud now, pandemonium ripping at our ear drums.

Had we thought we’d heard trees crashing down outside? We had no idea. That was just the small stuff. Bushes, branches. Limbs. Saplings and small trees. Petty debris.

Now the trees began to crash down. Whole trees. Trees which had grown tall and robust in these low mountains for over two hundred years smashed down outside with gargantuan crunches.

Russell’s house was to the left of ours as you faced the street. There was another house to our right. It was at the very end of the cul-de-sac between our house and the one that had been lopped in half by the telephone pole.

We heard a tree come down on top of it and pulverize it. Boards from the wreckage flew into the side of our house.