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The Jonah Trilogy Book 1
by Anthony Caplan

Science Fiction

A father and son stumble into the secret world of the Santos Muertos, a
crime cartel bent on global domination. The son must find his father
and keep the secret of the ancient Mayan code underlying the creation
of matter in the universe from falling into the wrong hands.

A story of sacrifice and love.

Editorial Reviews:

Set in a dystopian near-future, Savior is genre-breaking reading at its
best . . . a fascinating combination of high adventure and
interpersonal relationships that keep Savior an exciting,
unpredictable read right up to its emotionally charged (and
satisfying) conclusion.”
Diane Donovan, Midwest Book Review

The story opened strong and it kept that level throughout…This is
definitely a story of love and sacrifice.” Highway-YA 

The author did a superb job on creating the characters, going deep into
the psycho analysis of their behavior. The plot is very well
constructed….The plot is very intense and it is guaranteed that you
will be hooked from the first page on this incredible adventure,
showing that a love between father and son has no limits. I recommend
this book to the permanent library of all readers that enjoy a very
well written novel and want to be entertained.”
Roberto Mattos, Books and Movies Reviews 

The use of language is intelligent, and unexpected in today’s
thriller/dystopian genres, with turns of phrase that startle with
their elegance without ripping the reader away from the plot or
descriptions . . . It is exemplary in its stellar use of language,
its complex plot and characterizations, its ability to derive truths
and fallacies and the thin veil separating them.”
Diane Nelson, Sand in My Shoes Reviews

I enjoyed the characters very much and the development of the plot line
kept me interested to the end. The Canadian connection made it even more exciting.” 
J.C., Rockwood, Ontario

The Victor's Heritage
The Jonah Trilogy Book 2

"Is this the future of America?"
"Excellently uncomfortable and engaging."
"A fast paced read that takes you places.".

An intricately woven, futuristic tale, The Victor's Heritage parallels
contemporary events. It is 2045. America has been shattered into two
countries. Democravia and the Republican Homeland. Peace between the
two continental rivals is always fragile.

Rebellious teens seek to forge their own path, but is that always so terrible?

Corrag is one such teen who has been forced into a world that she is
ill-prepared for and yet is ready to embrace new ideas and concepts
far from the standard "party" lines.

In this latest installment of Caplan's The Jonah Trilogy, he captures
the force of youth, of coming of age, of new awareness that is put
together into a tale that never lets up!

Drunken Druid Book Awards
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Corrag smiled at the idea of Gurgie in her bedroom on Durkiev Drive across town and the shock of recognition when she realized her friend had signed off on MandolinMonkey rather than go in for the remnant. So characteristic of a truly dynamic soul, Gurgie would say, to quit nonchalantly on the verge. But for Corrag the reality was less comforting. She had ten minutes before her parents called for dinner. It was a more complex fear coming over her -- of facing Ricky and Alana, the stalwarts of St. Michael's Close, the exclusive, tree-lined enclave of Edmundstown where she had grown and lived her entire sixteen years. Her parents, the Drs. Lyons as they were titled in the annual consensus, had implied that this talk would be “important to her future.” Whatever that could mean. Something about the boring infinitude of possibilities always just around the corner. Like signing off on the game rather than face the interior of the obelisk, it was easier for Corrag to be present and accounted for -- ride the tide of her parent’s displeasure -- then to make a stand by remaining in her bedroom, the private space she continued to carve out of the increasingly imperiled Democravian Federation life she was about to leave behind.
She observed numbly as the icon came up on the nanowall, the family crest with the towering crane and the stylized image of the transgalactic, so twenty-thirties, and wished again she’d had other siblings, that Ricky and Alana had been more compelled by the recommendations of the Commission on Demography and less concerned with their augmented careers. But so be it. There were also advantages to being the basket in which were placed all the eggs of the Lyons family name. if only the crest design were more compelling. She hit the kill button before the music, theme of HG Wells acclaimed classic The Shape of Things to Come which she had performed during her sixth grade drama season in a stellar role as Hillary Perron, the Council leader responsible for the withering away of the former power of the state of California, the sclerotic, corrupt vestiges of what had once been democratic governance, could end. Now it just reminded her of her parent’s unfulfilled expectations for her development as a young woman about to assume the mantle of augmentation.
She descended the stairs covered in royal blue carpeting and sat at the dining room table of molybdenum, while her father, white beard trimmed neatly and his cardigan in the colors of the University of the Upper West, maroon with cream pockets, beamed at her. Her mother, Alana, continued to talk in that subtle, alluring monotone with hints of New Albion that had entranced many faculty parties on the shores of Mono Lake.
“And I’ve always maintained that tennis induces a better oxygen wash of the skin than yoga, Ricky. Well. Here she is. Corrag? Where is your file?” asked Alana.
“Oh my God. Can I get my food before the interrogation?”
“Of course you can. Don’t be silly,” said her father, trying hard to keep the sound of despair out of his voice. Alana sighed. Corrag hated hurting their feelings, but there was nothing else to be done. This would have to be endured. Not even Alana was going to come out of this smelling of roses. There was probably a word in another language for the moment when a young woman declared her independence from her family without a pre-approved plan in place. But Corrag felt herself destined for a new form of singular existence that depended on taking this risk.
“Have you taken a stab at the essay yet? When is it due?" asked her father, once she had served herself from the tray offered by the housebot of the lasagna and truffles.
“In two days,” said Alana. “It’s getting late.”
“I’m having thoughts about it,” said Corrag. “I’m not sure.”
“Not sure. Thoughts. That’s Corrag for you,” said Alana. “What is sure for you? Nothing is ever sure in your world. You are the classic case of choice overload. We never should have let her have a PlayCube of her own.”
“Let her speak,” said Ricky.
They waited breathlessly, the two anxious parents, while Corrag forked some lasagna and chewed without looking at them.
“Didn’t you always tell me to follow my desires, Dad? Well, that’s what I’m trying to decipher. I don’t really know what my desires are. I don’t know if it’s what I really want. That’s my problem. I want to know. I can’t just plunge ahead into fine-tuning until I do. It wouldn’t be right for me.”
“Right for me.” Alana repeated. She dropped her fork. It clattered on her plate. Ricky grabbed his head helplessly with both hands. The bot, sensing some urgency, circled the table speedily. Corrag waved it away with her hand and looked at it with a hard stare that sent it back into the kitchen through the energy panel.
“This uncertainty of yours is in total defiance of your education and privilege,” said Alana.
“I know,” said Corrag. “But it’s what I want. Until we reach augmentation, we can choose what we want, right?”
“Within reason, Corrag. The parents still have the final say,” said Alana darkly.
“It’s unbelievable, Corrag,” said her father.  “There are no more exemptions. Look at the Calder boy. He wanted to take a year and read the books in his grandfather’s library because he said he “valued the experience” of holding the words in his head instead of instant upload. He tried to argue in the consensus - you don’t remember, do you? - that the year of reading was worthwhile. But there were no more exemptions. Do you understand? He was effectively exiled. The only thing left to him was the HumInt Corps. Is that what you want? Hundred mile marches in the swamps where not even the bots can go? Certain premature death? No augmentation means no physical corrections.”
“That’s not true. There are other things,” said Corrag, the color rising in her face.
“Like what?” asked Alana.
“I don’t know.”
“Uugh,” grimaced Alana, her face wrinkling like a prune despite the botulin implants.
“Look,” said Ricky. Corrag could see the glint in his eye that told her he was probably in the cloud. “It’s a common condition of human childhood to seek individuation. We try to condition it away, but the vestiges of the trait are stronger in some and may require remedial conditioning. Or else you can choose the Vocag. There are some interesting possibilities. If you like manual work.”
“Okay,” said Corrag. She’d heard it all before, The path of the conversation had taken a familiar tack that apparently was not remembered by her father. But Alana would not have it.
“Do you know what that is? It’s not exactly gravy, is it. Give them run of the greenhouses. How ... utterly tacky.” said Alana.

The Saints of David
The Jonah Trilogy Book 3


Corrag and Ben are on the run along with members of their renegade theater
group -- the last of the free brained creative folk against the
enslaved people of the Augment and their elite Republican Homeland overlords. 
It is 2072, and falling creative information
flows in the Augment system mean there is little time to reach full
power status and launch the planetary cover before the incoming Oort
Cloud asteroids destroy civilization. Corrag and Ben make a run for
David’s Tower, an alternative society built on the democratic power
of individual stories. Corrag's father Ricky sets out to find his
father’s book that he is sure will answer the deep-seated root of
humanity’s evil. These are just a few of the individuals on a
quest, drawn to the utopian world of the Tower, built by the man
known to his followers as the Saint. David Shavelson, a former owner
of a Brooklyn bookstore, is a charismatic visionary leading a
community in resistance against the mental enslavement of the Augment
system. The Augment leaders know they must crush the Tower or lose
control of their destiny. The battle lines are drawn. All the answers
will be found in the thrilling roller-coaster finale that is The
Saints of David.

The Saints of David, the final book in the Jonah Trilogy series, is
recommended for new and prior fans alike, who will find this wrap-up
volume a powerful conclusion to Anthony Caplan's thriller/sci-fi tale.

Old connections are revitalized against the backdrop of
disaster in this 2072 story of strange romances, half-humanoids, free
thinkers and slaves, and the unAugmented people living outside the
new norm who may prove the last bastions of true humanity.

Readers new to this world, as well as those who have imbibed of the previous
Jonah Trilogy titles, will all find The Saints of David packed with a
flavor of doom and hope that makes it hard to put down and an
exquisitely compelling story that leads readers to question many
beliefs before they are through."

Diane Donovan -- San Francisco Relocated

A former journalist who has worked on three continents, Anthony Caplan lives in New
Hampshire with his family, a small flock of sheep and several dozen
carefully tended apple trees. He writes books and teaches high school
Spanish. He is a graduate of Yale University and has also worked at
various times as a taxi driver, shrimp fisherman and telephone salesman.

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