title: A Dream of Storms: In the Shadow of the Black Sun: Book 1
author: William J. Kenney
description: "The authenticity of this book really astounded me. Everything just seemed flawlessly believable, and the dialogue especially added to this. It just seemed to flow effortlessly, the language suited the text and the storyline perfectly, things that I appreciate in a fantasy novel."<br /><br />"The one thing I enjoyed about this book; the originality. It deals with the good versus evil theme but there are some characters introduced who are not all that they seem, and I do enjoy reading about complicated characters. "<br /><br />"There are many things to keep going in any fantasy genre to suspend your belief for a few moments here and there and William does it like a pro. This novel is on par with anything in the genre for sale today in my opinion. His characters have depth, emotion, and motivations and the journey is worth it."<br /><br />"Mr. Kenney is comparable to early Tolkien! I enjoyed this book, his characters are likeable and believable, the story is active and interesting. It kept me involved and was, unfortunately, over before I was ready for it to be."<br /><br />"There's a lot to like here. The characters are all interesting, and the way they interact with each other makes for some fun reading. It definitely reminds me of Tolkien, but with a darker flavor. My only complaint is that it wasn't longer."
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  Destiny of the Davidson's
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A short story by Sahasrangshu Guha translated by Suchandra Ghosh
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The story unfolds itself in an era before the Second world war. Early in
  morning, it's a natural park close to the city of Miloki in America. The
  artistic golden sun got up as a toddler, and began painting the dark sky into
  bright blue. The birds chirping, milky clouds floating all around,
  transforming the entire ambience seraphic. A wide road runs through the middle
  of the park till the horizon, as if mother nature has stenciled the greenery
  with white ink. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that
  somehow highlighted the rays of the luminescent sun. Trees standing high and
  erect, the sky, a hue was so gentle between the clouds and the baby blue. With
  the spring spelling it's shower and the colours of various flowers blooming,
  spreading its aroma, the park seemed to be enjoying a heavenly bliss. The park
  doesn't have much cro