Tag: the last banquet by lee duigon

Comment Contest: Less Than 100 to Go

Posted By: leeduigon(patty)Posted On:

Yes, we have under 100 comments to go, to get to No. 6,000–and whoever posts comment No. 6,000 will win an autographed copy of one of my books. (Sorry: if you’ve won already, I will pass to someone who hasn’t won yet.)

Anyone can play. Just “leave a reply” at the bottom of any post.

I rule out comments abusive to me or to any other reader, comments that make use of the f-bomb, blasphemy, thinly-disguised commercials, or anything just too inane to bother with.  Other than that, anything goes.

Join the dozens of happy people who have already read one of my books. Enter now!

While You’re Here…

Posted By: leeduigon(patty)Posted On:

Just skimming the headlines this morning reminded me of that old Car 54 theme song, from 1961–only worse, of course. Great Scott, what a mess!

But as long as you’re here, why not help this blog fulfill its purpose, and take a look at my books? Just click “Books” and you’re there.

True, in my Bell Mountain series you will search in vain for any mention of Planned Parenthood, Black Lives Matter, Obama, the Republican Party, Democrats, homosexuals, exciting new forms of “marriage” endorsed by Satan himself, or special martial arts that enable 9-year-old girls to annihilate able-bodied grown men. I have purposely left them all out. You’ll just have to read about a world in which none of those things has even been thought of.

Liberals and progressives will be unhappy if a lot of people read my books. They will even be unhappy if just some of you read my books.

There are seven in print, with No. 8, The Temple, in pre-production and No. 9, The Throne, still being written.

Read the amazon.com Customer Reviews.

You know what? I wish I was you, so I could read these books without already knowing what’s in them.

 

One of My Favorite Critters

Posted By: leeduigon(patty)Posted On:

Just as a relief from the nasty stuff I have to write about, let me treat you to a classic picture of one of my all-time favorite prehistoric animals, Uintatherium. This rhino-sized beast, with horns all over its head and tusks in its mouth, was responsible, in The Last Banquet, for freaking out Lord Orth and putting him exactly where God wanted him.

How I would love to see one of these babies!

Maybe, in the regeneration of all created things, the Lord will show me one.