Swami's Beach in Southern California on a three wheeled Harley bound for the ancient redwood forests of Big Sur, a lot can go wrong. There's the usual stuff like getting caught in a magnitude 8 earthquake and being followed by a ruthless bounty hunter. One expects that sort of thing in California. But when they get lost at midnight in the middle of nowhere, are being stalked by a hungry eagle and find themselves in the middle of a nine thousand year old blood feud with a gang of revenge seeking Rakshasas (think Orcs, only meaner) hot on their trail, things get a bit tricky and they can use all the help they can get. Someone's got to have their back. It's times like this when it's good to have friends. Like Swami, a local surfer who hears your thoughts and changes his appearance at will; or Calliope Rose, the shotgun toting inn keeper; or Vashti, the ten thousand year old holy man; or Anansi, the shape shifting trickster; or Stokes, the ageless mountain man. And of course it's always nice to have Fred, the deranged Ninja, on your side as well. An unlikely confederacy, indeed. ~Authors note: Many authors go to great lengths to proclaim the fictitious nature of their work. The characters and places, they say, are merely products of their imagination and should be taken as such. That is not the case here. All the players and locals in this story are real and the events described herein are accurate to the extent that memory will allow. ~ Ron Louthan ~Catalina Island, California ~Author Bio: A fourth-generation California native, Ron Louthan lives in Fairfield, Iowa where he contemplates the age old question: are Vasco Pyjama and Bingo Pajama related? He studied English Literature at the University of Oregon and UCLA where he learned how to be charming at cocktail parties (something he has completely forgotten) and little else. He is a vegetarian who hates tofu but is quite fond of Maui Rippers, Ozomatli, Peach Cobbler and Tattoos.

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