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The following prequel to the new sci-fi action adventure

series: Into The East provides exciting and valuable
insight into a world that was violated by an alien race
bent on subjugating its inhabitants. We hope you enjoy
The Arrival.

After the prequel be sure to read the excerpt from The
Razing followed by a synopsis of the series.



Prologue

Dear Dr. James Abraham,

Thank you for taking my call earlier. As I mentioned, the
following included scroll fragments have come to my
attention from a colleague of mine who wishes to remain
anonymous. Since he was aware of some of my previous
work, he felt that I might be able to proceed without any,
shall we say, academic conflicts. Apparently, my
penchant for “things of an alien nature” has become
quite the topic of conversation around the water cooler.

Anyway, a mutual friend of ours, Bill, referred me to
you. He believes them to be portions of a much larger
work; possibly pieces of an ancient scroll.
Unfortunately, he was unable to translate the text. He did
however state, and I quote, “If there ever were a root
language, I cannot help but think you have found it.”

I understand you are an expert in ancient Sumerian,
Semitic, and Ugaritic. However, I also understand your
time is valuable and, as a scientist myself, I‟m fully
aware of the demands placed upon you and I by our
respective universities. I will gladly compensate you for
the time required to provide a translation, if it is
possible.

Sincerely,

Dr. Geoff Seegertun

Journal entry - One

My son, where shall I begin?
It‟s been over six hundred and fifty years since
the beginning as I write this unto you. You are but a
mere hope in our hearts; a promise waiting to be
fulfilled. Your mother, Rachab, has pleaded for the day
of your arrival. She longs to feel you move within her
barren womb; to hold you in her arms as you nurse upon
her breasts. To see you walk the streets as a testimony to
all who speak against the great one.
My eyes burn as well to see the day when our
reproach is laid at the enemy's feet. Even now, while
they laugh at us, I offer up sacrifices like our beloved
forefathers, day and night, giving thanks to the one who
sees all things. Unfortunately, it is not for us to know the
time of your arrival. But once it has been declared, it is
as good as done.
Unfortunately, not all believe as your mother
and I. For the others in our village rail against us while
Shemesh makes her effortless trek across the sky. Your
beautiful mother, however, bears the greater brunt. They
chide their wicked imputations against her, proclaiming
a curse has laid waste of our home; yet we know the
truth. I guard her form with my life, but their words rush
past me and thrash at her heart. She is strong my son, but
she can only take so much before fear and doubt find a
resting place in her mind.
The lies among the wicked flow like the river
Idekel. Wisdom is no longer present in the gates or in the
streets. It is locked up and hid away like the gold of
Avila. It is smothered by a darkness that is thicker than
the pitch that seeps from the forest floor of Tarshish.
This world that you will soon find yourself in
began with so much promise, so much hope. But with
the arrival of these ostensible gods, I fear that the path to
redemption for this world can no longer be discovered,
and all that is left is the inevitable razing to come.
Therefore, I, your father Yarin, wish to keep a
true record for your edification. For if the days are dark
now, what then shall they be when you are born?

To begin, you must diligently study the ancient scrolls
that have been passed down to me. For within them you
will find the way that is right, the truth of why we bear
such burdens, and the path to life unending.
My son, I fear for the coming day when all who
possess the ancient wisdom will find their heads swiftly
removed from their shoulders. Therefore, guard them.
Bind them to your heart and to your mind. Wrap
yourself in them from head to toe. For without them, you
are like a rudderless ship on the great Erythraean Sea;
tossed to and fro by the mighty winds that sweep down
from the mountains.
Secondly my beloved son, beware of the Ayim,
as so many call them; if only they knew their true
identity. Liars they are, from the top of their golden
heads to the bottom of the bronze like feet. Their stature
is, needless to say, impressive but, filth and guile fill
every morsel of their being. They make promises they
cannot keep, and offer knowledge which was to never to
be given. The same lie of old, in which they pander,
could never be told if it wasn‟t for the same wickedness
that rules in the hearts and minds of the people.
Beware of these detestable women who fawn
over these heavenly exiles day and night; longing to be
touched by their horse like privies. It is a shameful thing
to see husbands, fathers, and brothers so easily offer up
their wives, daughters and sisters to these reprobates.
They break through to this world through their portal to
copulate and educate in exchange for what, their
worship? Only a fool would enter into such a covenant!
If only these foolish masses could understand the true
freedom that has been offered. But I digress.
Forgive me my son. If I may keep one thing
from you that is of me it would be my temper for the
detestable. But I believe that I shall fail you in this for
your mother also has a spirit that cannot be pacified once
it is unleashed. Hence, your seed is doubly tainted.
Therefore, seek after peace and be joined with it.
Do not allow it to leave your side for even a moment.
For I know what lies ahead for you. The ancient one has
declared it unto me. But fear not; for in time you will
understand these musings that I‟m recording for you as
the maker moves my heart to do so.
One more thought before I cease this entry. I
will speak of this further once it is made clear to me. In
your later days, you will be called to serve in such a
manner that requires you to speak, but without words.
To teach, but without articulation. I do not understand its
meaning, but in time, I believe you will understand.

Journal Entry - Fifty Seven

In this entry I so much desired to continue my discussion
on the need for you to learn the ways of the land, but, I
must digress and speak of another matter entirely. One in
which I believe you will be faced with not too long after
you enter this den of iniquity.
With the so-called Ayim continuing to wreak
havoc across the land, it‟s becoming increasingly more
difficult to go about our daily business. For example, it
has been reported that a tribe filled with beings of
massive proportions has been seen feasting on the
animals throughout the forests. Some of the tribal
members are three to four times the size of a normal
person.
It‟s been said that these creatures (I prefer
abominations) are the offspring of the Ayim and the
females who worshipped them. They are unstoppable
and no one dares to approach them or to, dare I say, fight
them. If they continue to breed then we would become
extinct if it were not for the mercy of our creator.
If I had not been warned that dark days were
ahead, I would do, as others have and continue to do;
thrown away my scrolls and bow the knee to these so-
called “givers of great knowledge”.
While refraining from articulating their
malevolent doctrine, I will enumerate some of the
knowledge they have exchanged for selfish exaltation.
All things have been given to us by the creator,
but not all these things are to be used by us. Each living
thing has a purpose that we are not fully aware of, but
who are we to question? For example, one of the Ayim
has taught many how to divine roots and plants. From
them they‟ve been able to create such concoctions that
stagger the imagination.
I‟ve heard some say that after consuming these
abhorrent brews from the foliage, they experience
sensations of transcendence; as if their soul actually left
their body to dawdle about Araz like a wandering star.
Who could have ever imagined such a thing? Only death
can separate the soul, and once complete, there is no
return.
Another reported that they were able to pass
through heavenly portals and enter new realms not
meant for our eyes to see. Others, however, tend to lose
all inhibitions and just speak whatever comes to mind.
I‟m not condoning such action, but I can see the benefit
of such a potion; especially when your mother‟s sisters
come to visit.
The worst part however is what happens to them
when they are cut off from said potion. They exhibit
strength like that of an ohema and will stop at nothing to
get hold of these deadly poisons. It‟s as if every desire
they had is now focused upon that one thing. They will
steal, kill, lie and beg to get it. It‟s as if it turns a normal
person into a tyrannical elder. Maybe they should call it
ass in a bottle. Forgive me son, but levity is the only
concoction I allow myself to consume, much to your
mother‟s chagrin.
Continuing on, another Ayim is said to have
taught the movement of the stars, along with that of
Shemesh and Evla. What can one do with such
knowledge? Do they wish to travel among the hosts of
heaven? Do they want to walk among Caseel, or dine
with Kema? Who ever heard of such a thing! It is
sacrilege to try and bring down the heavens and walk
among them as if it were Araz. Our feet were not meant
to tread upon that far off soil. To think otherwise is to
invite a swift invitation to the pit.
And then, yet another teaches the husbands and
the sons how to prevent their wives, concubines, or some
random lovers from bearing a child out of a selfish
desire to maintain their beauty. And to think that your
mother and I have borne the shame of not yet having a
child while these infidels are doing the very thing that
seems to come naturally to us. Who are they to decide
when and where a child is to enter this world? I know
this goes against the divine mandate, but maybe it‟s best
these halfwit imbeciles cease from pushing out any
future progeny. Seems the problem would clear itself up
in just one generation.
But the worst I‟ve seen, so far, is their attempt at
mingling seeds of different kinds. It‟s one thing for them
to come into our world and mingle themselves with our
wives and daughters, but it‟s another to teach the same
abomination to their devotees. Thankfully, they have not
yet achieved success; but in time, I‟m sure they will
bring about their wicked desires. This will most
assuredly bring about our destruction.
Aside from all that I mentioned, now many of
the tribal leaders want to form themselves into various
kingdoms. Whenever was it a good thing for us to
consolidate power into the hands of the few? And who
will get to rule, may I ask? From what I can see, the
strong will be the ones to rule, leaving the weak to serve.
I know not if this is a device of the Ayim, or if it‟s an
outgrowth of their abominations, but I can assure you
son, this will not end well.
I can‟t help but feel that if you could read these
entries while in your mother‟s womb you would never
choose to exit. I might even want to crawl inside and
wait for the storm to pass. I‟m sure your mother,
however, would like to cast her vote before we dwelled
together.
Son, I know this entry has strayed far from my
previous ones, but I felt it necessary to just give you a
taste of what we are experiencing. I know not of your
timing, but I do know, because of the prophecy given to
me, that you will be here one day, and I will hold you in
my arms. And when that day arrives, the world may
have forgotten of what the Ayim and their offspring (or
ambassadors, as some call them) have done.
Because I‟ve seen truth turned into a lie time and
time again, I think it best that you know the truth of the
Ayim before it too becomes a myth covered in lies.

Journal Entry - One Hundred Twenty

It is with much sadness my son that I once again write
this entry. How much longer can these vile abominations
wreak havoc across the land? For now they are far from
us, but word has come that they are on the move;
pillaging and plundering everything in sight.
It appears these monstrosities are no longer
satisfied with consuming the beasts of the field, but they
have now raided small villages across the region;
consuming the very souls that worship them. Entire
houses - fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters - are
devoured like fruit picked from the branch. These
detestable offspring of the Ayim move about with
impunity.
Some Arazians have declined even deeper into
depravity by offering up their precious newborns as
sacrifices to the Ayim. They do this in the hope of
appeasing the soulless offspring of the Ayim! How could
one ever consider such a thing?
These so-called gods would never move a finger
to succor their devoted followers, unlike the merciful
one, but they will demand an endless supply of sacrifices
unto them. Who would ever serve a god that demands
you damn your own soul to the pit for their pleasure? A
fool is the answer you are seeking!
Once again, I have wandered into documenting
the way of the idiots. But as one wise prophet said;
"Even a fool can serve as a bad example."
Having said all these things, my desire is not for
you to engage these reprobates. Instead, do all you can to
avoid an encounter with them. I believe that if you
remain on the path like I spoke of before, then you will
have no need to confront them. It is clear that any
confrontation with them will not end well. Your only
hope, if you do encounter them, is to lean upon the
maker for guidance. You will be found wanting if you
try to fight them in your own strength.

On a much lighter note and one I take great joy in; word
has it that one monument of stone and one of brick is
being built by our forefathers as a testimony to the one
whose line can never be broken. It is that ancient
promise that we look to; and as I've enumerated
extensively on this topic in previous entries, I will
refrain from doing so here. Not only will it be a
testimony to this generation, but in the generations to
come. Maybe even to those who lie beyond the razing.
However, having said that, I do want to comfort
you over the issue of the destruction that is to come. Do
not think for one moment that the benevolent one has
decided to play out a dark comedy against his creation.
For what is to come did not find its way by his intent but
by our own choosing. Even though our enemy, a name I
do not wish to speak, sought, or shall I say continuously
seeks, to destroy all that is good, it is within our own
hearts the blame can be found. Therefore, guard your
heart and your mind against their doctrine.

Hopefully my next entry will be more productive.


Journal Entry - Two Hundred Eight

Well, it appears the inevitable day has arrived. We must
move away from the ground for which our forefathers
lived and died. These wretched abominations have
decided to enter into this region, making it no longer
safe for us to abide as we once did.
Some have suggested that we move to that den
of thieves they call a city, built by that murderer‟s son,
but I have no desire to live in such tight quarters. The
forest is our place and in it we will find refuge. Much to
your mother's delight and to my demise, her sisters have
decided they must come and live with us as well. It is
much better for me to reside on the corner of the highest
roof or dangle from the weakest limb than to spend time
in their presence.
For the life of me, I cannot understand why the
maker made it so, but when these cackling feather
dusters get together for an extended period of time, their
“days of rage” seem to align. Yet as I write this entry, I
believe the maker has given me an epiphany. What if it
is actually an act of mercy? Can you image a house filled
with a never ending supply of pointless arguments and
bottomless blaming for something as simple as an idle
word spoken years prior?
Apparently, a husband must pay the toll for a
few moments of bliss. However, you won‟t need to
know about this for many years after your arrival.

As I write this, it‟s now been almost fifty years since I
made that first entry, and the world upon which we find
ourselves has only ran further into debauchery. For
example, a few of the tribes have gathered themselves
together, appointed a king, and declared themselves a
kingdom. Now, like that of the Ayim, they wish to rule
over the people! They have levied taxes on the land,
proclaiming that it is good for the whole. They‟ve
moved boundary markers and exiled people from their
homes, all in the name of their "so-called kingdom".
I say to the pit with them! I was born free by
declaration of my maker and free I will die. I feel,
however, the day will come when they will enslave us
all. They may do whatever they wish to this mortal coil,
but my spirit and soul they cannot have. Neither will
they have my loyalty.
However, on a more encouraging note, I have
heard there is one of pure blood that is feared by the
Ayim. For the life of me, I cannot remember his name,
but it‟s been said that he walks among the stars and does
so with the maker‟s blessing. If I find out anything more,
I will be sure to record it for your sake. This may very
well be the returning I have been praying for. But then
again, it may only be the calm before the storm or the
last stop to gather supplies before heading out into the
deep forest. Time will tell.
I must, however, end this entry. I need to walk a
few days' journey to purchase some rare herbs that will
help this nagging pain that plagues me from time to
time. I believe it to be nothing out of the ordinary
though. I jokingly say it‟s your mother‟s cooking, to
which she just laughs. Then again, maybe it‟s those tale
bearing sisters of hers. Either way, I must be off.

Journal Entry - Six Hundred Seventy

Your mother is resting peacefully this evening with you
nestled inside her womb. I cannot believe that it won‟t
be long now before I see you. For almost two hundred
years I‟ve waited to see the fulfillment of this promise.
The other wives in our village have been
encouraged by her witness. No longer do they chide
against her, but sing songs of praise to our maker. A few
cretins, however, want to give thanks to the Ayim, but I
am quick to declare the truth.
I must say, it is, at the same time, a joy and a
disturbing feeling, for me to feel you move inside your
mother's belly. As I speak your name, you kick for joy.
Which is, of course, why your mother asks me to refrain,
for it causes her to leak a little here and there.
However, my reason for writing at such a late
hour is not due to the continual pain that has been
radiating from my midsection, like so many nights
before, but due to a disturbing dream I had tonight. One
in which I believe was meant for you.
It began with that wonderer known as Kyin. I
will refrain from the details about him for now, but you
can learn of him more in the ancient scrolls. In my
dream, as I laid my head upon the bed, I could see one of
his progeny born of a concubine in his later years. This
progeny would rise to such a place as to rule the entire
world. He was surrounded by his brothers and they ruled
from the shadows.
I then saw you standing in his house. You were a
servant, but not to him. This is somehow joined together
with the previous prophecy that was declared to me of
you. It was there after many years of struggle that you
found peace and purpose. It was also there that you were
to lead another, just as I have lead you. The irony,
however, is that I have lead you with words, but you will
lead with action. This is all that I was able to see. I pray
that it will give you strength in that day.
For now, I will crawl next to your mother and
see if I may cause you to give her a bit of a kick. Better
yet, it would be best if I don‟t or I will find myself in a
small puddle.

Journal Entry - Seven Hundred

Hello my son.

You cannot yet read these writings, but I know that you
will cherish them for years to come. On the day you
were born, our hearts leaped with joy. All the village
came to see the promise made to us over two hundred
years prior. As I read through these pages, I can see the
maker working not only in me, but in you as well.
Even now, as I look upon you in your crib, I feel
overwhelmed with great joy, coupled with great sadness.
When your father held you for the first time, he said that
he no longer felt the pain that ate away at this body.
Even in his last days he knew that he would hold you in
his arms; for he believed the promise given to him.
Your father was a wise and faithful man. I
thought it strange that he wanted to record his words to
you long before you were born. He ever so gently dried
the leathers needed to make the scrolls that I am writing
upon this day. He picked only the best and spared no
expense. I now know why he took such care.
I promised your father that, even now, I would
read them to you. But even more so, he made it clear to
me to read the ancient scrolls that told of the one who
never breaks his promise.
I will always remember the day when he stood
for the last time and held you high for all to see. He said,
“This is my son, Loha!”



Excerpt from: The Razing

Aaranon continued, “I know the pain, the
anger, and even the fear you feel right now because,
frankly, I feel the same. I know it isn‟t appropriate
for your High Commander to admit he has fear, or
concern over what will happen, but I want you to
know you‟re not alone in your pain. So, rather than
go over this report from the UAC about our
mission, which you already know, I wanted to tell
you a story I heard when I was attending the
academy. It was told to young cadets by some of
the instructors to get us fired up and excited about
going into battle with nothing but our might, our
strength and our will to win and then returning
home with great glory and honor.
“The story goes like this…there was
a mighty warrior, named Loha, who lived hundreds
of years ago. He was supposedly just an ordinary
udam who tilled the ground, raised his family, and
followed the ancient ways. It was said that a group
of heboram came through his village and killed
everyone, including Loha‟s family. Now, if you
know about the legends of the heboram, you know
they were anywhere from ten to twenty ama high.
That‟s the equivalent of two or four good sized
udamé standing one on top of another. The
heboram looked like udamé but were mighty and
fierce. No udam could or would ever challenge
them to a battle…except for Loha.
“With the head of an ordinary iron plow,
Loha not only killed those who destroyed his village
that day, but he went after as many as he could find,
slaughtering them one by one. It‟s been said the
ancient gods looked down and saw how mighty
Loha was and decided to bring him through the
heavenly portals and make him a commander of
their armies to do battle with the dark forces that
opposed the gods. And now, when a cadet goes into
battle facing an enemy bigger than himself, he can
cry out the name of Loha, and he will have victory.
“Now that‟s how the story ends. It‟s
meant to give young cadets like yourselves courage
in the face of great fear; to give you the feeling that
if Loha could face insurmountable odds, then so can
you. But I want to ask the question, where did Loha
get such strength and courage?
“I prefer to think Loha did not fight
for glory, honor, fame, or even to be recognized by
the gods; I think he did it for those he lost. Not just
for his family, but for other families as well who
were put in harm‟s way because the heboram were
still free to do as they pleased; to take what they
wanted and to kill whomever they wanted. I believe
Loha said to himself…No more.



About the Series

Into The East: The Razing is a “Star Wars meets 300”
novel series – part one of a trilogy. It‟s an action
adventure / sci-fi / supernatural thriller detailing the
adventures of Aaranon, an affluent yet humble nobleman
on the forest laden planet of Araz, home of the udamé
people. He is destined by birth to one day rule over the
vast kingdom and empire of the Quayanin family – but
only if he can prevail against an ancient evil that longs
for his demise.

Over one thousand years ago on Araz, a race of beings
known as the Ayim came from an as yet unknown realm
by opening a portal into their world, changing their
simple agrarian lifestyle into a technological marvel.
After many years of war and aggression, the udamé
eventually succumbed to the Ayim and worshipped them
as their new deities. They abandoned their old gods in
exchange for advanced technology that would one day
allow them to achieve immortality and to consummate a
divine singularity.

In their quest to traverse the heavens, like the Ayim, the
Unified Araz Council (UAC), a coalition of former
competing kingdoms, decided to annihilate a mysterious
group known as the Apostates who destroyed over four
hundred temples to the Ayim, killing millions of udamé
in the process. According to the UAC, if the Apostates
remain, not only would they continue to threaten the
peace and safety of all Arazians, but also jeopardize the
UAC‟s aspirations of becoming gods like the Ayim.

It was up to Aaranon, leading the most elite fighting
force, to finally destroy the last vestige of these ruthless
killers who bitterly cling to an antiquated way of life.
Through the utilization of the MSS, or Mingled Surface
Soldiers, who were created by the Ministry of War
through a process of mingling the seed of udamé,
various beasts, and foliage, Aaranon set out to engage in
a battle that many believed would be a straightforward
“clean-up” mission. It soon became evident that the
true enemy of the UAC was not the Apostates, but the
truth itself.

As Aaranon battles against an insurmountable mountain
of lies, he discovers a truth that will forever change his
life. Not only is his life about to crumble down around
him, but Araz itself is destined for a major cataclysm
that will not only impact every Arazian, but would
impact everyone man, woman, and child on the planet
Earth.

The milieu of Araz is fraught with age old traditions and
new world technology. Along with genetic
modification, wireless energy, quantum
communications, and anti-gravity flight, Arazians still
practice arranged marriages, polygamy, forced slavery,
sorcery, idol worship, a caste system, sacrifice of their
own people, and the continued subjugation of their
females. It is also a world that is plagued by an ancient
evil that is greater than the Ayim.



Amazon Reviews

5.0 out of 5 stars, March 6, 2014 Review by Professor
James Powers - Caltech University
Although truly distinctive the narrative strikes on...“The
Foundation Series” of Isaac Asimov, CS Lewis‟s “The
Space Trilogy”, “Ben-Hur” by Lew Wallace, glued
together with a touch of „Jules Verne‟.

Excellent!!
5.0 out of 5 stars, March 25, 2014 Review by cle
Must Read!! Story line is well written and you can't put
the book down. Characters are well developed and you
feel like you know them. Although this is a fictional
story, it reads like a non-fictional history book. That is
not an easy thing to do with sci fi subjects. I really
enjoyed reading it!!! Can't wait for the second book.

Very Good read - recommend highly.
5.0 out of 5 stars, March 7, 2014 By Neat-nick
(Indiana)
I started this book looking for something different and
found it! I did not want to set it down, ask my wife, it is
engaging and moves along at a good pace. Very good
combination of mystery, intrigue, sci-fi, scandal and
even a little romance. What a ride!

Excellent Read
5.0 out of 5 stars, March 6, 2014 Review by earl
A wonderfully written book. It runs the full gamut of the
emotional spectrum. You'll fall in love with Prince
Aaranon, Rohu, and Dihana and there's a bad guy,
Ravizu, you'll love to hate! I'm looking forward to the
next installment to see what happens with them. You
won't be disappointed!

Good Reads Reviews

5.0 out of 5 stars, March 22, 2014 Review by Jared
Stanley
I seriously cannot wait for the next book! I picked The
Razing up at the Indianapolis Comic Con and started
reading it as soon as I got home. I love the way the
world is laid out and the characters are each very
distinct. The conclusion is amazing and sets up the series
incredibly. The only downfall is that I have to wait for
the next book to come out to continue the adventure.

Focus Group Reviews

“Excellent book!!! I really enjoyed the storyline and the
references to technologies and ancient customs. The
book is well written and easy to read. Can't wait for the
next volume!! A must read for anyone who likes sci-fi
and adventures......” Chris

“...the author's writing style is unique...and the storyline
is original..." Black Rose Writing

“WOW!! I want MOAR! Clearly the hook is set with me
& I can't wait to read the whole tome! Very well done!”
David

“I only read the first book out of courtesy, now I NEED
to read the others” Amy

“I love Dihana! She‟s funny and reminds me of me. I
do however want Ravizu DEAD! Make sure he never
sees the light of day.” Sydney

“...your characters...they're great. ...The story flowed
great too and had me trying to figure out their plan right
along with them. You did great!” Kurt

“This is an exciting, action packed, enthralling read!”
Amanda

“I did not see that coming (the end).” Rita

“It reminded me of a James Michener novel” Steve

“This is truly an original storyline.” James

Part II - The Returning
Part III - The Rising

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J.A. Davis and his wife meet years ago while doing standup
comedy in the Indianapolis area. It is that same sense of
humor that has carried them along life‟s, sometimes, bumpy
road.
After attending Rose Hulman Institute of Technology for
Mechanical Engineering, Purdue University for Aeronautical
Technology, and Liberty University for theological studies,
along with currently being employed as a Senior Systems
Analyst and IT manager for the world‟s largest diesel engine
manufacturer, Mr. Davis decided to employ his love of
technology and ancient discoveries into his other love of
telling stories.
When he is not at work, or
spending time homeschooling
his two daughters, with most of
the burden being shouldered by
his lovely wife of eighteen
years, Mr. Davis spends time
reading through technical
journals, ancient archaeological
discoveries, biblical texts, or
just sits next to his adopted
greyhound to watch a few
episodes on the SyFy channel.

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