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"...Power with Nature is not about political agendas or scientific prophesies, however, and nowhere will I denigrate you for your addiction to gasoline, your love of red meat from methane-farting cows, or the embarrassing size of your carbon footprint. It's not that kind of book. For while I am indeed proud to be personally involved with the clean technologies that will one day replace fossil fuels, that's not the reason I'm in it. It's much simpler than that: I like being in control of my own energy usage and production, and I thoroughly enjoy dreaming up energy-conserving strategies and tactics that would never occur to anyone not living off the grid with limited energy resources."
- excerpt from the Prologue, by Rex A. Ewing

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“How’d you do it? How did you make this engine run so good on hydrogen?”
Quizzically, he said, “Why? Do you suspect magic?”
“Well, you know, that’s always a real possibility around here.”
Zed grinned conspiratorially. “Always and forever. But to be honest, this is nothing but good engineering."
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"Having purged our lives of the leaden inertia that crystallizes in the consciousness of anyone in the habit of having an instant remedy for any earthly desire, we quickly came to appreciate every drop of water, every morsel of food, every ray of light in the midst of darkness."
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Welcome to Rex Ewing's website where you can learn about his not-yet-released novels, Purgatory and Gold Dust Woman, check out his new title Power With Nature plus his other non-fiction books, read some of his magazine articles and learn more about the writer. Enjoy your visit!

Purgatory Sneak Preview

    She woke him in the dead of night and demanded what he had vowed never to give her. He had been expecting her and so he was not really all that surprised to find her standing over him as he lay alone in his small bed. But he was taken aback by her beauty; even in the pale moonlight that streamed in through the skylights, he could see she truly was as beautiful as she was reputed to be.
    Like the Angel of Death is said to be beautiful.
    She's a sorceress, he reminded himself. A sorceress of the new world. She can appear however she wishes. He pulled himself slowly upright, old joints objecting to every small movement.

When he looked up at her a second time he saw what had escaped him a moment before; a darkness lurking beneath the façade of beauty and grace. No sooner had he thought this than her sea-blue eyes flashed, and for a moment they became like shards of obsidian, matching in color, if not in sensuousness, the glistening locks of black hair that had fallen across her face and shoulders.
"It's not here," he told her, simply and honestly. He rose slowly from his bed and covered himself with a bathrobe hanging by the headboard. He did not intend to die lying down.

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Eyes of the Lioness

He looked at her for the longest time, as if he were about to say something. The sunlight was striking his eyes at an oblique angle, imparting on them a luminescence that radiated directly into her own. He was thinking. Perhaps he wanted to say something he couldn’t. Or maybe he just didn’t know what to say. She had the same feeling. Words rolled through her mind like the thunder across the valley. Impossible words. Words she felt she could never say, though she clutched them like pearls in the core of her being, wishing she could string them together and present them to him in a necklace he could forever wear close to his heart.

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