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AGNIJASHATADALAMA PAYPAL AND PATREON- THE NEXT STEP by Sharmishtha Basu

Well, finally I took the decision and embarked upon it. I have opened an online store for my creations, but have just laid its foundations, you can buy my books, that includes Agnishatdal and Agnijaat anytime you wish, the rest of the creations that will be displayed there in due time will be available too, after they are displayed there. Till then check them out and suggest me, as much as you want! you know the email ids, sermistabasu@gmail.com and agnijaat@hotmail.com.

the sites:
https://agnijashatadalama.wordpress.com
https://agnijashatadalama.blogspot.in
and
https://www.facebook.com/agnijashatadalama

If you want to buy the Ezines or become the “fuel” behind my creativity do pay a visit to my paypal and/or patreon account I will be extremely grateful 🙂

If you want to encourage the struggling artist and writer with your huge-hearted generosity:
https://www.patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

You will be able to buy the Ezines, and my other digital works, some are already up in Patreon, will be there regularly- every month.

Others are or will be available in Agnijashatadalama, where you can see the samples, directly approach me and I will send you the pdf files after you pay through paypal! Once I up my paypal account, I will tell you then! If you actually want to help me into paying my bills in return of small pieces of books and art please become my patron! The paypal account courtesy Indian red tapes is still dangling!

https://www.paypal.me/sharmishthabasu

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Troy Wednesdays 29.11.17 Paradoxed (Plus!) Pt 1

Paradoxed (Plus!) Pt 1

The Tempest and her new friend had just travelled elsewhere and elsewhen in spacetime, benignly paradoxed by Sarusammog to before the situation in the Library.

The would-be book-thief gave his name as Marius, and was on point the moment they arrived. He looked about, and surveyed the area before signalling the Tempest by gesture. Here, they would find the cure for his daughter, or, perhaps as intended, prevent her illness altogether. Marius was a professional, a successful burglar of many heists, and was not about to screw this up.

“The lab is this way. I’ll keep a look out for any surprises while you get the samples. We mustn’t let them get loose and escape through the ventilation as they did in the original timeline. If we pull this off well, none of that will have ever happened. My senses can perceive objects in up to five spatial dimensions without too much cognitive strain, so I’ll make a good early warning system!” The Tempest whispered to the thief as he pulled out the tools of the trade, and then skillfully unlocked the security safeguards that protected access to the facility. “What do we do once we get them? They’ll be dangerous if we’re careless, so we mustn’t mishandle them. Disposing of them could be a problem.” He silently spoke in gesture, a sort of thieve’s cant in sign language, and as the Tempest had already downloaded it into her hypershard’s language drive, she quickly understood, and gestured, “Don’t worry. I’ve done this before, a long, long time ago. As you’re now officially a temporal passenger of mine, you’ll still remember the original timeline, for a while, before memory fades, and your brain and body acclimate to the new one. You’ll never need to steal to support your family. I’m sorry, but some trades should never be needed. We have only an hour to do this before the critical window ends and the opportunity lost. Are you done?”

The security systems bypassed, the lab airlock opened and cycled as Marius entered, now in the lab. The Tempest could only navigate a space-time jaunt in general locations, unable to precisely map out the exact spatial position of the jump. Her skill mostly focused on the accuracy of temporal, not spatial shifts. She had shifted them to the general location of the lab, but to the precise time of the juncture point’s beginning. Marius scanned the room, and spied a storage freezer marked with a biohazard sign.
He placed his favorite lock pick, a quantum counter that indicated in seconds the exact combination needed for the manual lock. It had run through the superposition of all possible combinations before converging on the actual. He gingerly opened the freezer, carefully removing of vial of samples, of a rare alien disease being studied for a cure, a disease that in the original timeline would escape by accident and threaten the lives of his daughters.

“You can come in now. I have the samples. Is anyone coming?” Marius gestured.
“No, not yet. I’ll be right in. Let’s get this done!”

To be continued.
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy