Chase. Hope. Love.

"The first thing I noticed when opening the In Bt. on my computer was that the contents pages didn’t fit correctly on my screen. Even after opening the book on my iPad the content table didn’t please my eye and was unclear. The “pg” next to every page was unnecessary and the lines around every chapter, page, and number don’t look good. But I liked the chapter titles a lot. “The fates of the dreamful” and “Epilogue, right?” were my favorites. These interesting but funny titles make the story seem worth of reading.

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I really like the narrator’s voice in this book but I also know that not everyone will like it. In Bt. is written using style resembling “rambling”. Some of the paragraphs start like in any other book, telling the story, but end up being long rambling and explanation of the thoughts and ideas the writer has. I could compare this style to the Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy but in easily readable form. Fortunately, this rambling isn’t as clearly seen later in the book, but I w...

"Sometimes I find unique books to read. That’s what I found in the book, In Bt., by James Kidac. It’s an adult fantasy book that I wanted to share with my followers. It’s a different kind of fantasy book that builds a world of angels and demons in between our own. It is written in the unique perspective of one of the angels, sort of like X-Files meets Touched by An Angel, but edgier.

Akira is an angel that lives in the between of the real world. Yet, he functions in the real world, looking and searching for the hope of humanity. He battles other creatures, demons and wizards, almost in the D& D fights I imagined when younger. But he’s lost trying to find himself, and has settled in a puzzling niche for himself, keeping the balance for humanity. That’s when he meets her, and the sparks fly.

This unique dark fantasy has a literary voice that gives Akira an interesting perspective. It takes a while to get drawn into the world, but once you do, it starts to latch onto your perceptions of rea...

"This book is one of its own, I must tell you. The author veered from the well traveled path of direct storytelling and traversed into the abstract form. I am not sure if everyone will love this approach though. But for those who will, it is a book to be read and pondered upon.

The author commences the book by discussing angels and devils, speaks of the wrong placement of hope, deceit and lies in this barbaric world as he goes on and ends it with talks of love. The book is like a psychological analysis of everything we experience at some point in our life and the author has cleverly spun the story around it. Though it’s good rambling but sometimes it derails you from the story. At the same time what makes this book so worthy is the fact that we have all the life lessons that we would ever experience handed out to us in a binded glossy folder.

‘In Bt’ gives you a peek into author’s personality and you connect with him on a subconscious level. He presents the world as it is today without s...

To the dear readers of the blog, we have a pause in the current story of Mister Chase and Sparrow to bring you news for the new year. We have worked on a book for a long time and it has finally come together for a release today, marking the second week of 2018. Thanks alot for your readership. Please check the book titled "In Bt." available on Amazon Paperback (http://a.co/fYS7cyu) for $11.99 and it will be available on Amazon Kindle shortly for only $0.99.!It is an adventure you won't forget! Warm Regards, James

It will be great, promise. :)

It was that time of the year where people get sticky and bolsted with festive cheer. The colours of the day were red and white, not my favourite ones but they'd do. People were drumming themselves into a joyous mood, but it wasn't for all of us. I liked the spirit of the holidays, they give so much cheer to the young ones. The older ones, including me, checked out of the year weeks ahead and were just on auto pilot doing stuff that we ought to do, but really if you had something good to plan it would be a few months prior. The only things I knew were not ones for the season, but it could always be a better tomorrow. :)

We kept in touch, and from a distance sometimes I monitored her progress. She was happy to let it be, our friendship was set and it was a time for unwinding for the mercurial woman. The person within always chased for something, a goal, a person, an objective, an item, and it was not difficult to apply that to other things judiciously. It is improbable that I would stand still, and would rather row backwards for that sort of experience if need be. It was not certain though that either of us were the lesser, and the other the gift. I was trained in intellect, and she had a knack of people. In a world of chaos, those two were distinct traits, and not one was lesser until proven, and even so, it must be done over and over again, just like a day's routine. :)

It was the calm of the inevitable that took us the distance for that journey to land. We were hungry, though not too much. It was tough, and yet the shoreline for our minds was always within reach. But it took its toll, and perhaps that was fatal to any couple. The cruise always took its payment, not in money, but in your time, your love, your soul. That was the beauty of it. People always fixated on the material things, and yet they give up the most obvious of treasures in the pursuit, the chase. However I always made sure there was a string cast out that bound her tiny feet to me. So she would know the way back if she wanted to.

Parched.. That was the mood of that escapade. The thought of morning was supposed to be redemption, a relief from darkness but after baking in the sun for immeasurable amounts of time, it was really absolution. She was coughing, and had most of the covers to insulate herself, and I was miserable, knowing that it was my helm that navigated us to a sorrowful schtick. Sure, we had each other, but the red sun burns were more prominent than anything else. I asked her about regret, and to my surprise it wasn't a bad conversation. She adored the idea of us, more than I ever could muster with that hot blooded stride out of a theater, or the same from our flat eons ago. This was making the vision reality. And it was impossible.

At some point of time you got to deal with things that aren't documented, and I forgot about it. It was in the mind that we were on the shores in a foreign land, with the backdrop of the Alps and the baby blue. It was the city center of Lausanne and I took her to every detail of the parks and piers. We dabbed feet in the lake and felt the coolness of the autumn, and the bright colours of the center really spoke to her inner child. She wanted pictures as much as our phones could store, and we ran and stopped randomly, sitting whenever needed and suffered no fools. Bliss... finally.