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The Watchman: The Nogud Legacy Book 4

by Marilyn Foxworthy on 2018-11-02

I know what the Nogud are. I know how I got here, where they come from, what they are like, and most importantly, that I am responsible for them.
I want to move beyond the eight villages and see what’s left of the world, eight-hundred years after the cataclysm, but first I have to make sure that they are safe and cared for; and loved, if possible. Exploring the world of the thirtieth century will wait. Maybe not long, but until I find them anyway.
I’m going to find the remaining ‘Little Sisters’ and make sure that they are taken care of. All of them will come to Bonvale, or to my house in Goldenwood, and they’ll be given the life that they were meant to have. For the next few days, I would listen and watch and hunt.
This morning, I’m at the cafe. Antonio knows the villages and the women better than I do. So first, I’ll listen to him. And ask questions. And make a plan. This horrid tradition of the women called Nogud, forced to hide from humanity in these tunics and hoods, was ending. Irene was dead.
Today was the eighteenth day since I’d arrived in the village of Bonvale. Prior to that I’d been in an induced hibernation for a little over eight-hundred years, since the time of the cataclysm involving the eruption of the super-volcano in Yellowstone and the subsequent massive earthquakes along the west coast subduction fault. The cataclysm started in the year 2070; it was now 2903, as far as we could figure, 833 years later. And today was Friday.
Before I left to explore the world, and hopefully find evidence of what happened to my family, I had to spend some time being patient: and watching.

The Start of Time: Shrine Maidens of Barsoom Book 1

by Marilyn Foxworthy on 2018-10-10

It was my second day on the ‘Red Planet’. Today I’d better find water. That had been the instructions in the box: learn to walk; find Water; make a weapon; find a nice Martian girl to teach you to speak the language. I figured that finding food would be a good idea too.
It wasn’t exactly like I had expected, but how could it be? I had followed an unbelievable path to an unbelievable destination. I had started out with a few expectations, but most of them were very flexible. This wasn’t Mars, but it was Barsoom.
On the one hand, I’d expected to find a dead-end and nothing to show but a few boring vacation photos of the Arizona desert. Maybe I’d get an article out of it that I could blog about.
On the other hand, I’d hoped to take a one-way ticket journey to a foreign planet that teenage boys of the past century had read about; and knew was just fiction.
Reality turned out to be on that ‘other hand’. I got up and started running again. Barsoom, the Red Planet of John Carter. And here I was. Today I’d better find water.

The Wounded: The Nogud Legacy Book 3

by Marilyn Foxworthy on 2018-09-24

I was in a hurry. This morning I was on the path from Paul’s place to the village square. I was moving as quickly as I could without actually running. A little while ago, just after breakfast, there was a knock at the door of Paul’s farmhouse, and after a quick exchange with the person who had come, Paul’s woman Amanda rushed to the dining table and said that two women in tunics and hoods had appeared in the village and were now sitting beside the fountain in the square. I was on my feet in an instant and out the door as quickly as I could put on my shoes.

This horrid tradition of the women called Nogud, forced to hide from humanity in these tunics and hoods, was going to end. I was going to end it soon. And whoever was responsible was going to answer for what they’d done.

Today was the thirteenth day since I’d arrived in the village of Bonvale. Prior to that I’d been in an induced hibernation for a little over 800 years, since the time of the cataclysm involving the eruption of the super volcano in Yellowstone and the subsequent massive earthquakes along the west coast subduction fault. The cataclysm started in the year 2070; it was now 2903, as far as we could figure, 833 years later. And today was Sunday.

Before the end of the week I would put an end to this.


The Wizard: The Nogud Legacy Book 2

by Marilyn Foxworthy on 2018-09-14

This morning I’m walking down that road again. But this time in the opposite direction. I’m in a really good mood. A week ago I was headed east with no idea who I was or where I was going. Today I’m headed west, toward the west bridge that crosses the river to the north. They say a man there is looking for me.

Well, they say that he’s looking for a man named Joshua, but everyone assumes that it must be me. I expect that it is. He says that he needs to give me something that he’s been looking after for a long time and he wants to be done with it. He says that it belongs to me.

I think he wants to give “the haunted woods” that border Paul’s farm near the village of Bonvale. It’s strange. For some reason I want to be the owner of the woods and I don’t know why. But a week ago I didn’t know my own name. I still don’t know where I came from or how I got here.

I do know that I have a place to live and three beautiful girls who love me. They were all “Nogud”, the untouchable women. What a lie. They are the most beautiful and gracious women alive. But until I discovered the truth, they were shunned and made to wear a hood and a tunic that covered them from head to toe and they weren’t allowed to have a mate or any real happiness. I changed that and I intend to change that for all of them, all of the Nogud.

This morning I’m going to find a man who’s looking for me. Maybe he knows where I came from.

When I get home, I’m going to spend some quality time with Raven, Lark, and Viola. They are all bright and funny and marvelously sexual. I’m looking forward to it.

This is the second book in my story. The Nogud Legacy, Book 2: The Wizard. I’m not really a wizard, but people say what they say.

Warning…or perhaps enticements: The story of The Nogud is filled with mysteries, humor, good friendships, a bit of martial arts, post-apocalyptic fantasy, robots, and later on in the series, horrible monsters… and a lot of sex and casual nudity. The culture where our hero lives has a tradition of having more than one mate, so that’s where the sex comes into it. His story doesn’t shy away from the graphic details of any of it. It’s an adventure story for mature adults. A vicarious romp with heroes, nymphs, and pixies. Maybe you will enjoy it. Writing it was certainly a lot of fun.

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