Force



 

 

  Force

  Book 2

  The Threestone Trilogy

  By A.R. Rivera

  The Threestone Trilogy is an original science fiction, fantasy, speculative fiction tale created and written by A.R. Rivera.

  This series is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, objects, locales, or any other named or unnamed thing is unintended and coincidental.

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions herein in any form. This book is licensed and intended for the reader’s personal enjoyment. This book is not to be given, copied, manipulated, or resold without express permission from the author.

  If you enjoy this novel, please encourage others to purchase a copy for themselves. Writing a book takes a considerable amount of time and effort. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  All Rights reserved.

  Copyright 2016 A.R. Rivera

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  Preamble

  Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

  In the Interest of Full Disclosure

  Scream To Breathe

  Burning Bridges Is My Specialty

  World Two

  Other Means Of Travel

  All In A Daze Work

  The Wheels in My Mind Go Flat

  Going Back To Cali

  The One Doing The Screwing

  World Six

  Strange Day

  Bearers Burden

  Here I Come To Save The Day

  Modes of Transportation

  Definitely Not In Kansas Anymore

  Click Your Heels Together Three Times

  Adventures in Baby-sitting

  Ninety-Nine Problems But a Kid Ain’t One

  Insert Sarcastic Commentary Anywhere

  Clear As Mud

  Oh The Irony

  When In Doubt Kick’em In The Nuts

  World Eight

  Observations

  Cobwebs

  Super Slow-Mo

  Three Days and Counting

  Straight Trippin’

  Carry Me

  Keep On Keepin’ On

  Natives

  Look, Everybody, I’m Indiana Jones

  Eighty-Eight Miles/Hour

  One + Nine = Confused

  Another Life

  Steaming Pile Of Awesome

  Schooling Me

  Much Easier Than It Looks

  A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma Smothered in Horseshit

  It Starts With M and Rhymes With Turder

  I’m Like a Bird The World Is My Toilet

  Maca-freaking-roni!

  My Dearest Abigail

  Killing With Kindness

  Force

  [fawrs, fohrs] Noun.

  Physical power or strength possessed by a living being.

  Strength or power exerted upon an object; physical coercion; violence: energy, power, intensity.

  Having the power to influence, affect, or control; efficacious power: Law, unlawful violence threatened or committed against a persons or property.

  Persuasive power to convince.

  Mental or moral strength.

  Forced, forcing: Verb (used as object):

  To compel, constrain, or oblige (oneself or someone) to do something.

  To drive or propel against resistance; to bring about effect by force.

  To obtain or draw forth by or as if by force.

  To extort.

  *Dictionary.com*

  All things are lawful for me, but not all things are helpful;

  All things are lawful for me, but not all things edify.

  — I Corinthians 10:23

  Preamble

  WHOSE TO SAY WHERE a story really begins? Is it when a door opens or when a character makes an entrance?

  All stories begin with action and actions begin in the mind—just like the door that had to be thought of before it could be carved, fitted and hung on a frame to open in the perceived beginning. It has to be there for someone to walk through. Then the lines are spoken and gesticulations made. Action is executed, inspiring reaction.

  Thought is the doorway and by virtue of its’ existence, action becomes unavoidable.

  So, where did my part in this twisted tale begin? That’s easy; it was the same place as yours—before we existed, before conception, before your mom met your dad. Before, even, they were born. As my dearly departed Grandmother used to say whenever she referenced an occasion that took place before my time, “When you were still a twinkle in God’s eye…”

  You have to know that all of this was predestined, predetermined, orchestrated and carried out by your forefathers and left for you to pick up and carry on to the finish.

  The stones are your baton, your legacy, Gerry. You were made for this.