Cogswell’ Professor, Bret Sweet, releases sci-fi thriller “Among the Veils”


Among the VeilsCogswell College in Sunnyvale, California proclaimed today that their director of the Digital Media Management program just released his first novel “Among the Veils” this past August.  Sweet’s wife described the novel as: “Harry Potter meets The Wire.”  Definitely a unique and intriguing mash-up   Sweet was inspired to write during a darker, more tragic period of his life when his father was suffering through Alzheimer’s and was eventually hospitalized for the condition.

I wrote this story in my mind while watching over my father–I wanted to create an interactive experience for the reader and really involve them in every aspect of the story,” says Sweet. “I call this genre, ‘urban sci-fi’ or ‘street sword and sorcery.’

“Among the Veils” follows protagonist Clay Durward who works as a psychiatrist in San Francisco’s more impoverished districts.  When summoned to protect a little boy at a crime scene Clay discovers that the boy is not precisely what he seems.  Possessing the spirits of ancient, Egyptian deities, the boy and Clay eventually become embroiled by a mythical war that encompasses the darker parts of America’s corners.

Bret Sweet’s will be launching his book in San Francisco with a public signing and reading on Saturday, October 5th, 2013, at the Excelsior Branch of the YMCA.  For those that can’t attend the October 5th launch party, other events are scheduled in and around the Bay Area.

“Among the Veils” is intended to be apart of a larger series dubbed the ‘Paper Thrones’ series, so come back soon to read up on more information regarding Bret Sweet’s newest novel and series.

(SOURCE:  Cogswell’ Professor, Bret Sweet, releases sci-fi thriller “Among the Veils”)

Liquid Laughter


A San Francisco socialite caught in the rain dubiously grinned and threw her crimson coat to the left leaning winds. She laughed and held her palms to the sky, and the little dust centered droplets struck her golden locks as innumerable acts of eternal defiance.  She kicked up her spirits and dug her heels into a nearby bar to partake in even more spirits.  With friends around, she laughed and cried so hard that her muscles ached for days.  A whiskey and pepper is also she asked for and the handsome bartender was always more than happy to oblige.  It was a night to remember.

The bay glistened in with the reflection of the moon and the rain hardened and ebbed like the lunar tides—always contracting and blissfully reacting to its carnal urges.  The red-heeled woman followed suit and fell backwards into a waiting pool only conceived by a deity awaiting her fall.  She collapsed into the still sea.  Flashes of red emanated from her.  She glowed.  The onlookers watched a moment nestled within another moment—all in slow motion.  The VCR hit play as she bobbed back and everyone cheered at her laughter, held a beer in salute, and dived into the infinity with her.  It was evening destined to be heavenly and on a level only imagined by prophetic poets.  They scribble away trying to capture a scene that could only be captured by the human experience.  No amount of skill or technology could replicate the night that began in rain and ended in liquid laughter.