Sooner Than Ever…

Hello everyone!!

 

Yes, it’s been too long now ever since I started pouring gas on that spark I called Iblis, the second book in my series, which can stand alone on its own. July was supposed to be the date, and guess what… it still is.

The second book in the Psychs series will be released in a blink now. So today, other than giving a shout out, I wanted to post some previous materials like the youtube videos I’ve posted and the book cover, just to refresh my blog and to give some new readers an idea about what is to come.

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Iblis book cover

 

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Who’s Up For A Summer Gift?…

Who’s up for a Giveaway!!!

265 readers have already registered within only seven days. Get the chance to win 10 signed copies of my novel Psychs in celebration for my upcoming book in the thriller series; “Iblis” (Arabic for Devil).

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Psychs by A.H. Amin

Psychs

by A.H. Amin

Giveaway ends July 01, 2014.

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The giveaway ends on the first of July… a day before my birthday

Visit my website to learn more about the series( www.psychsseries.com), and please share with avid readers of your own liking, you’d make a birthday boy happy. 🙂

~ A. H. Amin

P. S. There’s also a poster involved 😉

 

 

Friday 13th 2013

I intended to post this yesterday, but my energy bar was drained enough and my eyes were too strained to look at any screen. So I will say it today.

On Friday 13th, 2013, I finished my rewriting and my final read of my next thriller, Iblis… which, incidentally, means devil. I know, the omen was too eerie, I thought once I close the screen I would be slashed by Jason or Freddy.

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I have once written that writers should always be flexible and resilient when it comes to writing their novels, they should leave their pride out of it. When you, the writer, or anyone else finds a flaw in your words or ideas you must do what’s necessary for the sake of the story, which is why I rewrote the book. The first draft was good, I got acknowledgement from two readers… but not from me. I went back through and decided to make the changes. I can finally say, that the story is now much better presented.

Iblis, the second book of the series, differs from the first book, Psychs, by being more story driven and taking place at a broader range. A sneak peak inside the upcoming book can be attained through a simple click here; it will carry you to the prologue where you will get to have a first read of Iblis.

Once the book is in the processing phase, I will announce more and more… I’ll even through  a video or two. Until then, enjoy your weekends.

 

~ A. H. Amin

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Weekends are at the corner, guess what is waiting to surprise you?

I have recently flew on vacation a couple of days ago and as I was checking the bookstores available there I came across this…

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I was really glad even though (Physical bookstores wise and not online stores wise) my novel is only available in two bookstores where I live. Still, I like having my book next to Lee Child and Suzanne Collins
And it has also put me in the mood to announce that the next weekend will be the release of ‘Psych’s first’, a spinoff from my local Bestseller, Psychs, and it will be for free for everyone to read. Starting this week I will be building a launch pad for the next week release by introducing each character and spelling some of the important, spoilers free, details so you can have a better insight of Psychs.
Feel free to connect with my Facebook page and on my Twitter to learn more and get involved with the series. More news and updates to come.

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‘Iblis’, The second book of the Psychs series…

Here is the first look inside the second book of the ‘Psychs‘ series, entitled ‘Iblīs’. You can learn about Psychs by visiting my website or by reading the reviews on goodreads.

Have a great read.

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The sixth attempt to find what he wants, Nicolas stood in front of an orphanage. He wore fake glasses for appearances and he held a small briefcase in his right hand, a briefcase he clings to and had never let go off ever since he and others like him have been trusted with keeping them. Today that briefcase was useful in giving him the appearance that he wants to reflect in public.

     The sixth orphanage… maybe it’s an omen? He thought.

     He got out from the orphanage, feeling upset. He knows what he is seeking for will take time. But he was afraid that his faith in his plans will dampen. In his dark state of mind his surrounding became obscured, he came back to his senses when a car caused the waters from the street to splash on him, leaving him with wet clothes and a concern from the thoughts interrupted by the street puddle.

     He returned to the safe house available for him in that country. They have many in almost every place in the world. There was a man in that house like the rest of the other houses, a man whose job includes patching the agents and supplying for their demands. Today he was there to make sure that Nicolas wakes up two hours from now, so he can leave the country and keep searching for that special kid that no one will ask about.

     ‘What made you get wet?’ The man asked Nicolas while offering him some coffee.

     ‘My damn luck’ he bitterly answered ‘so as you can see, I couldn’t find whoever I want’

     ‘Orphans… with no families to care for’ the man said. Abandoned by the father… is there a better soldier to adopt?

     Nicolas changed his wet clothes and then he went to his bed, the seven hours he had spent in his search left him so heavy he sunk into slumber by an incomplete blink of an eye.

     Nicolas felt a grip on his shoulder, it woke him up.

     ‘Time to leave’ the man told him. He looked right next to him on the floor, and then he sat in an upright position and looked all around the room.

     ‘Where is my briefcase?’ He asked. The man searched around and then he said ‘Where have you put it?’ That statement sobered him up. He always leaves it right next to him. He looked around for that case but he couldn’t find it.

     ‘Damn it! Where is it?!’ the man in front of Nicolas was frightened, thinking that he had just made his biggest, and maybe last mistake. Nicolas went to his wet jacket and then he took out his GPS… the case was not inside the house.

     They both were in the car now, heading towards where the device identified the whereabouts of the radio frequencies’ source. It took them thirty minutes to reach the location. The car pulled over and Nicolas got out from it, looking at an old and abandoned house that was missing half a roof and plants were part of the decoration. Who lives here?

     ‘Keep the car running’ He told the man and then he took out his sidearm. He moved slowly. His eyes checked every corner for a security camera and he looked down to spot any traps too. He went through, and with each step he looked for some kind of a hindrance that can cause him to be noticed. He spotted a couple of trap wires, following their courses with his eyes, he learned that they were related to some glass bottles. Someone here doesn’t like guests.

     Nicolas was old enough to not let such amateur espionage tricks pass him by. He took his time to move silently inside the house until he was able to hear some noises.  He heard sounds of papers. Someone is searching the briefcase’s contents. His weapon was ready, and whoever is there, he is cornered. He got out and pointed his sidearm.

     A small figure sat in the corner, his eyes widened, pointing directly toward the weapon Nicolas was holding. Nicolas was surprised, he studied the kid, he was covered with what Nicolas thought could be charcoal smoke and he was surrounded by the contents of the bag. He was scared, his blue eyes showed that even though he was sitting still. Nicolas lowered his weapon.

     ‘You’re the one who stole my briefcase?’

     ‘Yes… you can have it back if you want to… you don’t have to shoot me’ the young kid answered in a calm, yet child like tone. The way that kid spoke, he thought, analyzing him like he does with other kids in the orphanage. He sounds almost like an adult, you can’t teach real life to a kid confined in an orphanage.

     ‘You went through the chimney, didn’t you? Why did you steal my briefcase?’ Nicolas said.

     ‘I… I thought it had something worth stealing.’ the kid said.

     ‘Why this one? What made you think it worth something?’

     ‘I saw you protecting it from the splashing waters near Mary Magdalene’s orphanage… I thought it had something valuable’

     Nicolas couldn’t believe what he is looking at, what he is hearing from that kid. It is fate.

     He looked around and realized that the kid lives here, probably with someone, too. He needs to act fast.

     ‘Are you alone, kid?’ Nicolas asked.

     ‘Yes… No one lives here besides me’

     Nicolas smiled at the young boy and then he came closer. ‘You are a bad liar… but don’t worry, I’ll fix that.’

     The man in the car looked at Nicolas as he was holding the unconscious kid. He placed him inside the car and ordered for the man to go. The kid’s head rested on Nicolas’s lap, people could mistake him for his son. Suddenly, Nicolas started to hear a faint noise as the car was moving away. He turned to look behind and saw a little kid running behind the car, a girl screaming a name that dissipated in the air and couldn’t catch his ears. The car moved away, leaving the little girl to her fate.

     Two weeks later, a man Nicolas sees every month had just arrived to get a live report. He learned that Nicolas had found a new kid. He saw Nicolas looking at him from an open window.

     ‘That’s a nice Royce you have there.’ Nicolas said.

     ‘It’s a 1976 RollsRoyce Silver Shadow; they won’t release them until next year.’ A man Nicolas only knows as Bill said.

     ‘It doesn’t hurt to look classy, even if we are in a cold war and an economical war. So I understand that I am to see the kid you have been bragging about, the one you told me he’s not like the others?’ Bill said and Nicolas led the way.

     One storey bellow the ground there was a different place. It had two soldiers and three people who appeared as they have never held a weapon before. Could be scientists. Bill thought.

     They both reached to a door, Nicolas flicked a light switch and Bill saw some light coming from underneath. Nicolas opened the door.

     ‘After you’ he said to Bill.

     Bill took his first steps inside, the temperature was different, it was much warmer. His nose picked up a couple of smells that he was able to interpret later after his eyes witnessed the horror.

     There lied a kid, not more than seven years old, every inch of his skin screamed pain, showing bruises, blood, sweat and tears. He was half conscious with what little life left in him. The kid looked at Nicolas, and then he looked at the new face, a man he sees for the first time.

     Bill spun towards Nicolas, and then he left the room. The kid was sealed again in the dark.

     Nicolas looked at Bill’s shocked and confused face. He placed a hand on his shoulder and then he said.

     ‘That’s what it takes to create a devil’

One of my best supporters

Yesterday, one of my best friends who lives abroad visited me. I haven’t seen him for 2 years and we stayed in contact through the social networks, and since I share my news and updates with everyone, he was bound to learn that his best friend has a fiction thriller out there.
I took him to P. F. Changs for lunch, and then we went to shop in the Grand Avenues. That’s when he gave me the book to sign it for him.

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Here’s what I wrote (translated from Arabic):-

To my dear friend

With this book I dedicate my greatest wishes of health, wealth and prosperity for you and all your beloved ones.

Don’t forget that I paid a lot for today’s lunch. (I wrote the bill for him)

Long Live Play (he’s a very big fan of video games and this phrase is famous among gamers)

I wrote the date, signed it for him and then wrote a witness section where our third friend signed too.

I have signed my book a couple of times before, but that one was special to me. He have already read my thriller and it was his cup of tea. He gave me the support that every author in the world needs. It is that support that keeps us going on to create and polish our stories… they make things easier for us.

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A friend I haven’t seen for a while is now a fan…

I felt my pocket vibrate yesterday, it was my i-phone receiving a message from a strange number which turned out to be a dear friend of mine, a friend who read my book and liked it so much that he decided to do this little prank with me before he let me know who he was.

Those who read my story will understand what the conversation means.

~ A. H. Amin

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Some stories are meant to happen

 

Today’s date brought back some great memories of one of my favorite movies of all time,’ V For Vendetta’, a dystopian thriller by James McTeigue, it was based on one of the greatest works by Alan Moore and David Lloyd. The reason why I love that movie is not only because it has one of the greatest dialogues, characters and storyline, but because the element and the hidden item they placed inside the movie made me realize that this story was destined to be created. The element is… the V letter.

The use of the letter V in that movie was both prominent and concealed at the same time. An example of the former is when the main character ‘V’ introduced himself to ‘Evey’, another protagonist in the movie, this is what he said:

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.’

It’s like English and terms existed for that movie. When he asks for Evey’s name, he pauses and say’E… V’, E being the fifth letter in the alphabet, and we all know what’s the Roman number for five, (V), and also… V. The lastly mentioned was something hidden.

I started to notice every ‘V’ related items in the movie and I loved how the writer had connected them skillfully in the story. There’s a scene I remember that made me the only one in the cinema theater to laugh, because I was the only one who understood it, I play the piano and there’s a scene in the movie where ‘V’ sneaks on a man who was listening to music, the background music played Beethoven’s 5th symphony, 5th… ‘Roman V’.

The quote in ‘V’s’ mirror, ‘Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici’  are formed of Five V words, and the word Vniversum is actually written with a U, but even though, it was written with the letter ‘V’ because in old Latin, the letter “U” was written as a “V.” I just discovered this fact recently. There are a lot of ‘V’ hidden items but I don’t want to spoil the movie for anyone. You can visit here if you have seen the movie and be amazed .

Some people have that moment when creating art, realizing that what’s around us was made for what we create, you just have to look carefully until eventually you start to see the thin threads that tie them together, and eventually you’ll end up with a masterpiece.

One of my favorite quotes in the movie

‘Psychs’ is this month’s pick for Kuwaity Book club

I have been noticed by Kuwaity book club that ‘Psychs‘ had just made it to their list of July’s read. It made perfect sense, because today (1/7) is my birthday.

Kuwaity book club is well known to pick two books each month, one in Arabic (not necessarily by Arabian writers) and one in English. They picked one of my favorite, ‘The Prince‘ By Machiavelli as the Arabic read of this month, and yours truly, my ‘Psychs‘ as the English read… I didn’t even blow any candles yet.

I hope they’ll have a good read with my action thriller, and I hope they’ll enjoy – as much as I did – Machiavelli’s master piece.

 

How far did I go to make my book… A great journey

I have posted about what made my novel to show my main elements for my fiction thriller, which are the characters, time, and location. But I had to do more than just figuring out what I want, because – let’s face it – I am no psychiatrist, I don’t have military, tactical, or espionage experiences, my dental experiences does not extend further to cover my medical knowledge… My story must be convincing, even though its fiction in all the meanings of the word.

I saw an interview with Hideo Kojima, a spy fiction story writer and game designer, he mentioned writing a ridiculous car chase scene as a kid, it was because he had never drove a car at the time. When he started to write his spy fiction stories (Metal Gear) he went and trained with the military. He gained the right knowledge needed for his work, which I must say, is one of a kind.

My character is two sides of the same coin, he’s a psychiatrist, and a soldier of fortune. I read two books about sign language, and one about the art of persuasion, to help giving the right dialogue to my main character and to help him in profiling people. It also helped me with writing about other characters emotionally. I read a book about old espionage stories (spy craft), it helped me a lot by giving me the basics, and through them, I developed some of my own tools for my novel which appeared believable and helpful for both the characters and the readers.

I have friends who are police men, they gave me a couple of information about names of weapons and a couple of pointers of some of the effects they have. I also had fun doing Aikido, a form of martial arts, where I learned a couple of wrist grips and some other movements, which I was therefor able to describe in my novel, making some scenes look genuine.

I went around to talk to physicians and pharmacists to gain some medical information required in my book, I have spent a lot of my time in the library searching for some of the books I mentioned, I went using a clay of my self and placed it inside my novel, like my knowledge in luxury watches, which I gained in my brief time as a sales man… and the long daily – eye boiling – times I spent looking at the screen on my computer, searching through the web whenever I stumble upon a hindering issue.

I did all that because I want to satisfy the readers, by making what’s fiction look genuine. Having a good base will help giving my readers a solid ground to stand on.

So as you can see, making my book was a rough journey, a journey I still go through everyday with my other books, and I love it.

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