DR. MEL'S MESSAGE - From my novels to my other projects, no telling what you will read. This is the only place you will get to read about how I developed a screenplay into a novel and what is the driving force. I will talk about many things from films to books to acting to producing. It really will depend on where my mind takes me. I hope you will join me on this journey.
From the dawn of civilization, wealth has been measured in gold. But why? It’s cumbersome, too soft for weapons, and has no practical applications, yet humanity is compelled to accumulate it. What if that compulsion was directed by an eldritch intelligence whose origins reach beyond the stars?
These are the questions that haunt Samuel Sheldon in 1863, as he is adopted into the Trust, a gold-obsessed cabal, descendant from The Skull and Bones, Illuminati, and centuries of alchemical cults. The price of these secrets is the total immersion of his soul into an ancient conflict that blurs the lines between good and evil.
This all-or-nothing decision begins a supernatural odyssey from the bloody hellscapes of the Civil War to the war-torn and lawless expanses of Mexico to recover a cursed trove of gold. Sheldon’s path is crooked, beset by treachery, and dogged by an ambiguous dread that the very forces he serves may be working against him. To succeed, he must contend with the Mexican Empire, face the wrath of Chief Victorio and the Chiricahua, and escape a powerful bandit queen who worships death itself. But even then, will the final secret of the Trust be worth the price?
Jason Roberts is a lifetime resident of Seattle and the Pacific Northwest. He may be found meandering through the mundane oddities of his richly satisfying existence when not clacking out tales of profound cosmic importance at his kitchen table. Such activities might include, but are not limited to testing his guitar against the sonic thresholds for collapsing buildings, teaching proper swear words to his daughter, intrepidly exploring dive bars for lost relics of hidden bourbon, occasionally running for Mayor, or annoying his beloved wife with soapbox soliloquies on long car rides to no place in particular.
You may have seen him across the card table, forcing you all in while holding deuce-seven or displaying a middle digit in your rearview mirror to appraise your driving skills. Perhaps you’ve caught a glimpse of him behind the bar, mournfully muddling the mint and lime of your mojito and not so silently judging as you sip on your utter lack of gumption. Yes, he is an asshole. However, he will never shame you for your apostrophe placements or other grammar mistakes. Those people can suck it.