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In a quiet corner of a rural Irish-Scottish settlement, a young girl named Bridget McDonald tended to her family's sheep. Her sturdy boots squelched in the damp earth, and she hummed a lilting tune as the animals grazed around her. The sky above was a canvas of shifting grays, hinting at rain but holding its tongue for now. Bridget's red hair was tied back in a loose braid that danced in the breeze, and her freckled cheeks bore the rosy hue of a life spent outdoors. Her eyes, a deep blue, mirrored the sky's indecision.

Rachel and Andy Anderson have a special gift. This particular give has been in their family lineage for over three hundred years. It's the gift of 'sight' into the future. This gift or precognition or premonition has caught the attention of many different organizations and governments throughout the world. The family lives in the coal camps of Southern West Virginia during the late to mid-seventies and is surrounded by people who stand beside them and trust them.

The steel mills are in decay and work is tenuous. Eleanor and Josh have accepted an opportunity for an interview, the last for four with a power plant in Texas. But there is a problem at the plant that no one confesses to, leaving the Bats mutated and used as lab specimens. The project is called the EchoLocation Project. Eleanor has nightly visitors from the BAT kingdom seeking help from her. She needs to find out what's going on at the Plant. Her involvement puts the family in harm's way and needs rescue.

Monique Chavez, an international traveler and socialite familiar with the upper echelon in the business world and the upper crust and their dealings, is surrounded by strangers she thought she knew, so-called friends in "her" world. As the world's stage's curtain is lifted, she discovers none of them were her friends, none of them were the people they appeared to be.

The lazy sun moved slowly over the mountains as it had done for eons. In a quaint town nestled against the rolling hills, plush with many varieties of Evergreens and inhabited with deer, rabbits, and groundhogs, there was a girl named Bethany. Bethany wasn't like the other girls in her school. Her hair was a wild pattern of colors, each strand seemingly pulled from a box of forgotten crayons once belonging to another dreamer from times now forgotten. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, danced with curiosity and mischief.

In a world overrun by wealth, greed, and people seeking to become even more controlling, GLOBAL HARVESTERS INTERNATIONAL began the HUMANA PROJECT to become an intriguing part throughout the world to assist with proportionately reducing homelessness and poverty. If the food supply can be controlled by a sect of the one percent who have limitless resources, then they have and can maintain limitless power.

Fitting in can cost you your life. For Deborah Sophoria Rothchilds, fitting in wasn't her main concern as she followed the road maps that would lead her to one of the most unbelievable discoveries of her life. From that point, running was all she seemed to think of doing. Running for her life in the shadows of the Midas touch. She was born into the world's most aristocratic and wealthy families, so she had the world at her fingertips. But, even for the world's most wealthy, there comes a moment of truth.

The Humana Project is a global conspiracy mystery filled with all the "who done it?" anyone would want to listen to. In the business center and governmental centers of the United States, Valeska Vargas, the director of the GLOBAL OPERATIONS of the HUMANA PROJECT has selected two FBI agents to investigate why some of the small corner meat markets in northern Texas refuse to agree to a win-win scenario that is sweeping the nation.

"Walter, you old rascal," chuckled the barista as she placed the steaming cup of black coffee on the counter. Walter Shively raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I've told you, young lady, it's not polite to call an old man a rascal," he said with a wink, taking the coffee in his weathered hands. The warmth was a comforting contrast to the chill outside, and he took a sip, savoring the bitter taste that brought him back to life every morning. The barista, barely in her twenties, giggled.

Alexander, Alex to his friends, sat on a wobbly wooden chair much too large for him. At his kitchen window, he spent time alone watching the raindrops slide slowly down the uneven window panes and fall onto the window sill. His childhood wrecked by turmoil and deprivation, was not unlike all of the other children in the coal camps that filled the hollers. The houses, nothing more than lap siding and rusting nails, held many dark secrets, many untold stories, and many hateful words.

Jackson Stafford’s World of Entrapment finds the host being manipulated by personalities he thought were imprisoned in mental bondage 15 years earlier. Ben, Darrell, Randy, and Carl are seeking to further expand their control and take over their host’s life.

The two friends continued their conversation, unaware that their seemingly innocent banter was about to take a dramatic turn. Unseen by them, a black sedan with tinted windows pulled up to the curb a few feet away. Two men in suits stepped out and approached, their eyes focused solely on Mark.

Jacob, Ron, and the two editors-in-chief are on their way to a meeting that will be held at the Washington Sentinel's building. The four will sort through the information from the Valley of the Dead field doctor. The four newspaper professionals will lay out their strategy for breaking the story to the world. Every consequence must be discussed. The legal portion must be considered if Names are to be Named. Back at the university, the four research students have gained permission to study off-campus at Deborah's place, but is it safe?

When I found out the truth about the ‘hunt’, I could hardly believe it. It held me in a state of disbelief. Yet, having witnessed it myself firsthand, there was no way of denying that it wasn’t real. Not all of the men who went into the valley’s forest to hunt returned alive. It was a risk that each of us understood and accepted as a fact of life. It was, at least for me and my brothers, something that we’d wanted to do, no, something that was expected of us to complete before we became much older.