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This is for my book, “The Tree of Light.” All tips and advice are welcomed!
Inside the cave, it was darker than any dark Avniel had ever seen. Being an outlaw who had a price on his head, Avniel had hidden in some pretty strange and dark places before. This place, however, was different from any other, and that wasn’t a good thing. Soon the pack of bounty hunters would pass, and he would leave.
Avniel was on his way to Astasia, a nearby city full of secrets. The city was guarded by the most fool-proof system anywhere: a tree. This tree, however, was no ordinary tree. All the legends claimed that it had been fashioned from moon-beams and sunlight and that it could never expire or die. It was called the Tree of Light and it kept all evil away from Astasia’s golden gates.
Avniel chanced a look out of the mouth of the cave that he crouched in, and saw about four or five men on horseback. They all had cruel, hard faces and wicked looking swords and knives strapped onto their backs. They were talking and joking loudly among themselves. One man, with a huge red beard, snatched another’s canteen and gulped down the entire contents. The victim, a scraggly, scrawny man, angrily began speaking very rapidly in a language Avniel did not know, then pulled a wickedly gleaming knife from his belt and held it above the thief’s chest. The man grunted and tossed the canteen back to the furious owner, who stalked away, muttering under his breath and shooting angry looks at the thief.
Avniel’s eyes left the scene and traveled to the front of the surly group. When the outlaw’s eyes fell upon a thin, rough looking man, with long jet-black hair, beetle-black eyes and an evil, crooked smile on his unshaven face, he gasped and sank back into the shadows of the cave, flattening himself against the wall, staying stock still.
“No”, he hissed under his breath.
“He can’t be here. All the way from Argon, he can’t be that desperate. Why would Daniel Salzar come all this way just for me?” Breathing deeply, Avniel peered around the edge of the cave once more. Salzar was looking away, but Avniel still knew that it was him, just from the greasy black hair hanging past his shoulders and the stooped, lazy way in which he walked and rode. Daniel Salzar would do anything to get hold of Avniel and bring him to Argon, dead or alive. However, Avniel had out-witted Salzar many too many times now, and Salzar’s grudge against the outlaw was getting more and more personal. Suddenly, the skinny man turned, and his deathly black eyes seemed to lock with Avniel’s. Avniel jolted backwards with fright and his head hit a rock. The walls and ceiling of the cave spun around him as whispered, hissing words seemed to fill his mind, “The tree, I want the tree.” Then, everything went black.
On the same day of Avniel’s misadventure in the cave, a traveler named Barrett walked through the gates of Astasia. It was a market day; the bustling hordes of villagers gave this away. Barrett sighed wearily; he would get something to eat before he tried to do the business that he came here for.
A plump lady with fiery red hair noticed the tall stranger before he saw her. He was thin and had curly dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and olive skin. He had an intelligent look to him, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Any other woman would have thought him handsome, but Aaliyah Reevin wasn’t thinking about looks at all when she spotted him. Now he had noticed her and was coming over. Quickly, Aaliyah threw her shawl around her face, and held it tightly there, so only her hard, grey eyes showed. The man, it was Barrett Hale, she knew it, peered at her curiously as if he had seen her before. Then, shaking his head, he walked off into the merry crowd, leaving a bewildered and angry Aaliyah behind him.
Barrett shook his head. He was sure that he’d seen her, but why would she be here? That woman that he’d passed had the same cruel grey eyes, the same countenance, as Aaliyah Reevin. He thought that he even saw a wisp of wiry orange hair, but, it just didn’t make sense. Barrett shook his curly head once more and stalked off towards the castle.

This is for my book, “The Tree of Light.” All tips and advice are welcomed!
Inside the cave, it was darker than any dark Avniel had ever seen. Being an outlaw who had a price on his head, Avniel had hidden in some pretty strange and dark places before. This place, however, was different from any other, and that wasn’t a good thing. Soon the pack of bounty hunters would pass, and he would leave.
Avniel was on his way to Astasia, a nearby city full of secrets. The city was guarded by the most fool-proof system anywhere: a tree. This tree, however, was no ordinary tree. All the legends claimed that it had been fashioned from moon-beams and sunlight and that it could never expire or die. It was called the Tree of Light and it kept all evil away from Astasia’s golden gates.
Avniel chanced a look out of the mouth of the cave that he crouched in, and saw about four or five men on horseback. They all had cruel, hard faces and wicked looking swords and knives strapped onto their backs. They were talking and joking loudly among themselves. One man, with a huge red beard, snatched another’s canteen and gulped down the entire contents. The victim, a scraggly, scrawny man, angrily began speaking very rapidly in a language Avniel did not know, then pulled a wickedly gleaming knife from his belt and held it above the thief’s chest. The man grunted and tossed the canteen back to the furious owner, who stalked away, muttering under his breath and shooting angry looks at the thief.
Avniel’s eyes left the scene and traveled to the front of the surly group. When the outlaw’s eyes fell upon a thin, rough looking man, with long jet-black hair, beetle-black eyes and an evil, crooked smile on his unshaven face, he gasped and sank back into the shadows of the cave, flattening himself against the wall, staying stock still.
“No”, he hissed under his breath.
“He can’t be here. All the way from Argon, he can’t be that desperate. Why would Daniel Salzar come all this way just for me?” Breathing deeply, Avniel peered around the edge of the cave once more. Salzar was looking away, but Avniel still knew that it was him, just from the greasy black hair hanging past his shoulders and the stooped, lazy way in which he walked and rode. Daniel Salzar would do anything to get hold of Avniel and bring him to Argon, dead or alive. However, Avniel had out-witted Salzar many too many times now, and Salzar’s grudge against the outlaw was getting more and more personal. Suddenly, the skinny man turned, and his deathly black eyes seemed to lock with Avniel’s. Avniel jolted backwards with fright and his head hit a rock. The walls and ceiling of the cave spun around him as whispered, hissing words seemed to fill his mind, “The tree, I want the tree.” Then, everything went black.
On the same day of Avniel’s misadventure in the cave, a traveler named Barrett walked through the gates of Astasia. It was a market day; the bustling hordes of villagers gave this away. Barrett sighed wearily; he would get something to eat before he tried to do the business that he came here for.
A plump lady with fiery red hair noticed the tall stranger before he saw her. He was thin and had curly dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and olive skin. He had an intelligent look to him, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Any other woman would have thought him handsome, but Aaliyah Reevin wasn’t thinking about looks at all when she spotted him. Now he had noticed her and was coming over. Quickly, Aaliyah threw her shawl around her face, and held it tightly there, so only her hard, grey eyes showed. The man, it was Barrett Hale, she knew it, peered at her curiously as if he had seen her before. Then, shaking his head, he walked off into the merry crowd, leaving a bewildered and angry Aaliyah behind him.
Barrett shook his head. He was sure that he’d seen her, but why would she be here? That woman that he’d passed had the same cruel grey eyes, the same countenance, as Aaliyah Reevin. He thought that he even saw a wisp of wiry orange hair, but, it just didn’t make sense. Barrett shook his curly head once more and stalked off towards the castle.

Sorry about any spelling mistakes as I am rushing.
Okay, over the past few months I have asked for your opinions on this book and I promise I will credit the YA community for your feedback. I have completed and I am editing parts of the book and extending parts I need. All I want is your final opinions and anything that would make you more interested.
My book is based in the year 2016 and is about an American/English military unit nicknamed Ironsights. Their job is to use stealth and tactic to take down the enemy using top noch and secret gear such as a Distorter, which distorts your image and makes you invisable to the eye as long as you stand still. They take down high value terrorist leaders and take down black markets and drug dealings faster and more effectively than any known force. In this book, they start a case following a mass distribution of firearms and weapon amunition. It quickly turns out that this isn’t the only case and that all over the world, black markets are spreading weapons across the globe for an unknown reason. The Ironsights job is to find out what is going on and how all the terrorist cells and organisations are linked. And, most importantly, take down its leader. This takes them on several missions, from capturing an oil refinory to capturing a target in the middle of a city during rush hour. They must progress quickly as hundreds of countries start pointing fingers at each other.
This is built on realitism and contains some violent scenes. It is about action, stealth and every character will have plenty of adaption. I have taken my time and made it smooth.
I welcome your opinion as you are the people who might read this some day. Thank you for all your help.

Sorry about any spelling mistakes as I am rushing.
Okay, over the past few months I have asked for your opinions on this book and I promise I will credit the YA community for your feedback. I have completed and I am editing parts of the book and extending parts I need. All I want is your final opinions and anything that would make you more interested.
My book is based in the year 2016 and is about an American/English military unit nicknamed Ironsights. Their job is to use stealth and tactic to take down the enemy using top noch and secret gear such as a Distorter, which distorts your image and makes you invisable to the eye as long as you stand still. They take down high value terrorist leaders and take down black markets and drug dealings faster and more effectively than any known force. In this book, they start a case following a mass distribution of firearms and weapon amunition. It quickly turns out that this isn’t the only case and that all over the world, black markets are spreading weapons across the globe for an unknown reason. The Ironsights job is to find out what is going on and how all the terrorist cells and organisations are linked. And, most importantly, take down its leader. This takes them on several missions, from capturing an oil refinory to capturing a target in the middle of a city during rush hour. They must progress quickly as hundreds of countries start pointing fingers at each other.
This is built on realitism and contains some violent scenes. It is about action, stealth and every character will have plenty of adaption. I have taken my time and made it smooth.
I welcome your opinion as you are the people who might read this some day. Thank you for all your help.

But I don’t know how to get it published.
Like I have:
1. My pastor is the official spokesperson for the 700 club, so he the host for a show that has about 10 – 20 million viewers each day but I have a distant relationship with him because I am not a very strong Christian.
2. I have an uncle who does acupuncture and 3 of his regular clients are billionaires. He is also affiliated with a very well known basketball player… but my uncle doesn’t trust me.
3. I have a cousin in China who makes 100 000 dollars a day hosting talks on the psychological benefits of Bhuddism… and if I want, I can get her to translate my books into chinese since Chinese has 2 billion people right now… However, in China, a lot of people plagiarize and sell books on the black market without giving any credit to the authors.
4. I have an aunt who owns a law firm in China, that employs 25 lawyers, and she does big cases like famous murder trials and things like that… but she is probably way too busy to help me patent this book idea
5. My ex-best friend’s ex-boyfriend’s cousin is a billionaire but her ex-boyfriend has very little confidence in me and my ex-best friend won’t help me unless I give her something in return
6. My long term friend from kindergarten does motivational speeches for a living but I’ve lost his contact information and I don’t think my father will give it to me because he hates me. However, he makes about 100 000 dollars a week.
7. I have a cousin who goes to wharton business school. She has a mastor’s from there and has about 200 friends from the University of Pennsylvania and more specifically from Wharton and Wall street, and even though she doesn’t like me very much, she has faith in my writing ability and might help me if she thinks the book will sell, because then I can make her look good, and she can brag about me to her friends.
8. I know a couple of rich guys who make about 500 – 600 000 a year and might be able to convince them to pay for the publication of my book, but these guys are extremely popular with about 60 – 80 people chasing after them and wanting to be their “Friend.”
Those are all the connections I think I can pull at the moment, unless I know some others that are currently not aware of me…
I could try to publicize on my own without using the connections I’ve been given and that’s the route I want to take and plan on taking… I don’t know what to do.

So I have concluded that every combination of phonemes in the scriptures signify something
AB = voice cries out
As in Abraham = voice of the nations cries out
and Abel = blood cries out to the lord from the ground
and
AD = take an interest in you
Adam = who took an interest in Eve
Adah = who took an interest Lamech (which caused her share her husband with another man)
Eb = beauty
Ebeniezer = God is my help
Jezebel = Beauty
I plan on using this system to interpret every name in 1st and 2nd Chronicles… I am thinking of calling it the “secret scroll.”