In volume two of “An Improbable Emergence” investigator Marshall Slaughter and philosopher Geir Flemmingson find themselves caught in the finely spun web of Hektor, the rogue organization led by Joonas aka “The Dove”. It is a tale of deceit, one-upmanship and race against the clock in which actors in two separate Onenesses join to counter the forces that aim at overtaking the realms of the Warriors. Meanwhile, the decaying ghost image that serves at maintaining the last connection between the two realities is reaching the point of critical status.



The Disappearance of Olaf Swyndle was written as a stream of consciousness loosely based on a paranormal experience involving my dog Noodle while on a hike in the Siskiyou Mountains above Elk Valley in Northern California. I never thought it would make it beyond a short story if it ever got that far, but I soon found myself at the end of the book with its sequel knocking at the door.

The Hektor Dilemma also literally wrote itself, if for the research that went into polishing up on my knowledge of the geography, the history, and the infrastructure of Iceland. Actually, the process went so quickly, that I never had the opportunity to take notes or sketch a layout for the story – so, when the time came to check for inconsistencies, it was like reading something new. But as I neared the conclusion, I couldn’t walk away from the reality that there yet would be a third book, and perhaps a short one as a branch off the main body as well.

Though each volume forms a complete work, I highly recommend that the reader proceeds chronologically if for the sake of placement. Character evolution is critical throughout these books and identities can easily be confused, especially when subjects have more than one name. Of particular importance is the fact the story evolves along the sinuous line of change where viewpoints shape-shift with each new information and in the context of their ever-transforming environment.

I would like to stress that this is a work of fiction and that references to science and philosophy are by no means to be taken with academic staidness. That being said, I strongly believe that they exist very near personal truths based on observations via the tools of cognition and intuition. I stand by my words and my theories, as none of them were ever written without conviction and the task of cross-referencing my own thinking process – the cost of being wrong is only mine to bear; hence, it’s a chance I am willing to take and embrace fully.

Many of the characters in the story are not bound to time in the linear sense, but you, the reader and I are; thus, it is important to understand the limitations one faces when reporting from beyond accepted beliefs and perceived immutable laws – it is the beauty of fiction to allow for the mind and the heart to delve where few have wandered even if the landscape is full of contradictions and ambushes. So, yes, for some of the actors, future events may appear to belong to their past – it’s a simple matter of which direction they face, or not…

On the topic of Angels, Gods, and Goddesses, there is nothing remotely religious in my words, but everything to do with spirituality and honoring the divine and the inherent purpose/consciousness within each subatomic particle, and the vast spatial environment that lies at the base of our physical existence.

I believe there are many truths we share and many more that belong to the self. This is your story as the reader and the final say is in your interpretation – I have no jurisdiction wherever it takes you. I sincerely hope you find yourself as far out there as you can possibly get, and who knows where our paths may cross. Enjoy!


~ FV~