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I Finished my Novel, for now.

Thomas Koszoru — Mon, 24 Mar 2025 00:57:23 +0000

King of the Mountain

Summary

My new proposed novel “King of the Mountain” concerns a disabled Canadian Afghan war veteran, who has struggled with post trauma depression.

After his honorable discharge from the Canadian Army as an officer, he became a private detective in Toronto. Unfortunately, He both started drinking and using drugs to forget his frustration and anger.

Friend

He was a Colonel in the Canadian army. He was huge, muscle bound but moved with the grace of a cat. He lived only by his values which included a clear definition of duty, this being fighting injustice in every way, respecting human decency, courtesy, and honor.

He did everything he could to win loyalty through honesty and, a total knowledge of those who served him. He did everything he could to promote them, show his loyalty to them, and protect them from harm. He would kill them, if necessary, if not he would either persuade his adversaries to leave the upcoming fight, or he would seriously incapacitate them. He did this to send a message to both his adversaries, and the primary authors of evil.

If someone killed one of his precious friends, they would die, all of them. He left no one alive except those he assumed dead, and his most evil enemy survived almost certain death. This happened once, but he will never forget it. He would not assume anything from that time onward. Old enemies must die

He holed up in a ratty, substandard building for years, slowly drinking himself to death. Yet when he saw injustice, he acted swiftly disabling the perpetrators.

He became a private investigator, going after the most brutal perpetuators of evil.

His was born Michael King but insisted on being called “Friend.” Everyone called him, “Friend”, his superiors, those who served with him or for him, and all his clients.

We had an eidetic memory with sharp attention to detail. Nothing got by him. He would play any game to win. This included deep cover as a spy, and complicated ruses. He was a perfect cop if you didn't mind a few murders. All his loyal partners did the same.

He lived on the top of a mountain but most of his time after his honorable discharge, roaming the world. He was after his most hated enemy, Nero, born in Canada, of Sicilian parentage, and the most evil man he ever met. Nero survived what Friend called “Certain Death” This was his first and last assumption.

Even though he lost a leg in the Afghan war, below the knee, his mechanical leg and foot, served him better than a living foot.

Serena

A vibrant CIA supervisor with excellent qualities, and values, along with her most trusted aides, asked him to become a confidential informant.

One month ago, she met Friend on a cold winter night, after tracking him down to his current residence, in a ratty, substandard room that he rented to appear invisible to his enemies. He was out for vengeance, and so was she.

Her name was Serena. She had the same values and qualities as “Friend.”
She introduced her two spies under her command.

Melanie, an extremely sensitive analyst, profiler, and data miner.

Gregor, the son of Ukrainian parents and he was honorably discharged from the marines as an US Navy Seal Officer. He did not mind wet work, but would follow the law. He was loyal to Serena, valued human life, hated injustice, and was willing to die for his country and for his friends.

Serena did not know the name of her target, but she had his picture.

(This is too similar to, “Reacher”- Season 3, I need to rewrite is part of the plot.)

Friend both knew his name, and his ruthlessness. He thought he killed him when he was in the Canadian army. He did not have his robotic leg at that time. He was shocked to see him alive, but he would end Nero’s time on this earth. He was a walking Dead man.

Serena, who had taken leave to resolve a hunch. She believed this person was marketing, some kind of vicious and lucrative contraband. She had no proof, just a hunch.

Friend believed her.

After Serena’s speculation about what she believed was happening, Friend told her about Nero.

Caught in a Beautiful Web

Serena, experienced Friend. “Do you know me as well as I do you?” She felt like she may know him forever.

Time stood still. No, eternity invaded her awareness. She suddenly knew that she was immortal. Her body would die, but Serena knew her mind and soul would live forever. “Will I remember, my previous existence” she asked in her mind. She heard something back, “Probably not, your Best Friend will decide your challenge.”
She asked herself, “Who is this Best Friend? What is my purpose in this reality?

She heard NOHTING in return.

Yet, she felt like her aura exploded and continues to explode, whenever she was or currently is in the presence of her partner Friend.
Serena knew that she was female partner of, a double-teaming tag team called the Archetype of Devine Justice.

Suddenly time rushed back in like a tornado climbing through her birth, rumbling through my life then stopping here.

“Was this a dream?”, Serena asked while peering through the light into the darkness.
She could not take her eyes off of Friend , thinking “Who is this person called Friend?”, and he looked so good from his super-sized muscle bound body, to his wild curly red hair (a bit of scotch there?), down his rugged face. to his really big feet. Yummy.

Looking beyond lust, Serena realized Friend was her other half. Ying and Yang, both trying to control the universe. She hopefully wanted a happy and balanced partnership.

No one knows Nero, like I know Nero.

Even after Serena laid cards on the table Friend was reluctant to show his cards. He needed to investigate her and her colleagues or have them investigate themselves. He did not fully trust her or her partners.

Yet Friend agreed with her first plan. They would investigate Nero’s fearful and paranoid transporter, and his warehouse. Eventually Friend would kill this man, but save his son.

Melanie data mined the transporter’s finances, which looked normal, but he had too much money. She tracked down his holdings, including a whare house near his abandoned Lubricant Plant.

They all agreed that they should investigate this immediately.

The blood hounds did not find any drugs at the warehouse. What was Nero doing?

He would find out.

The Master Plan.

They would stage an elaborate ruse, to convince the transporter that someone would attempt, once again, to abduct his son. The last time that happened, his son lost his right thumb. That is when the transporter met Nero. Nero demanded loyalty, or he would inflict nightmarish pain, disfigurement, or death, to anyone who did not obey him.

The transporter killed anyone that hurt Nero’s plan. Friend did not like the transporter, but he liked his son.

Friend convinced all the transporter’s thugs, that he saved the transporter’s son. In the process. They faked the death of a CIA agent disguised as a FBI detective. Friend needed to lay low, apparently.

Friend met the transporter. Friend started a campaign to convince the transporter that his second in command, betrayed him. He would kill this dangerous but insightful thug, while setting him up to take the plunge as a traitorous enemy to the transporter.

After months of deep cover, Friend and Serena knew that Nero was about to sell a large quantity of the most technologically advanced weaponry to a Russia Arms Dealer.

Friend meets Nero, but Nero does not remember Friend. Nero almost died, and this trauma blocked his memory.

The Russian arms dealer expressed his anger and disappointment when Nero begged for additional time to deliver the weapons.

Friend and his partners were ready. They attacked and killed everyone except for Nero and the Russian arms dealer.

They imposed a deal on the Russian. Stand up against Nero, and you may return to Russia, without being charged for murder and espionage. The CIA could bury him in an invisible Hell Hole in San Salvadore.

Friend knew he would kill Nero, but he gave Nero a chance to surrender. Nero, full of Pride, thought he could kill Friend. Nero died knowing his failure.

After Mass Murders.

Someone or something started erasing all of Friend’s personal, and professional history. Serena too. Who has this ability to destroy our lives, silently?

Will that unholy power kill us?
I feel like I have finished the last episode of “Reacher Season 3.”)

I cannot write anything further, at this point.) I await a powerful muse.
The END
(I owe the premise of the plot and characters to both “C.B Strike” and “Reacher” movies based on books. I need to get copyright permissions from all sources for my plot.

My Dreams, Our Future.

Thomas Koszoru — Sun, 23 Mar 2025 19:13:58 +0000

My Dreams, Our Future.

Thomas Koszoru
Forsome supernatural reason the world faces armageddon. Who does not concern themselves with the immediate future? I must report my most recent favorable memory.

I dream the future. I am always the center of my dreams. I know exactly what my Best Friend shows me what will happen, on any date or time. I literally see the future in color with all of its angst, conflicts and disappointments. My Best Friend makes my dreams REAL.
I know how this frightens people, but my latest dream officers hope not only to myself but others, in all walks of life.

I dream that I am in this beautiful neighborhood, but I can not find my home. I wander, looking for my home. Finally, I knock on a door. This amazing person answers the knock. I ask him, "Do you know where I can find my home?" He replies "Yes, follow me." We walk through luscious scenery. I think, "Is this Heaven?" Finally he opens a door to a wonderful home. I say "this is not my home, I do not live here." This being responds with, "You will live here in a few years." I know my future and you may know yours. God promises us with the possibility of heaven. Who shall fear the future? I do not fear the present or the future, even if we face Armageddon. Why should you?

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How goea your Life

Thomas Koszoru — Fri, 21 Mar 2025 22:17:31 +0000

How goes your life. I want to know.

My Best Friend helped me to completely change my life. I have found my purpose that God intended for me. Joy!!

Once again I caution myself to tone myself down and I will do that now.

Deleted Junk.

I started writing a Kick Ass Novel. My second and it is Not an attempt.

After trashing (in my mind), my first and only attempt, I have started on my second novel.

(Still, I wrote two chapters before I realized it was JUNK.)

I have only written four chapters in the past few weeks.

You may know that I work mostly in Quadrant 4 of the productivity chart. The Future chart is where I make plans, and take action on ways to utilize all of the resources I can find in this reality.

I write the Novel in-between messages like this one, future stuff like building a team to help me MAKE it happen. "It's all in the making" and Marketing my stuff. I am using Ai as much as possible. Lord I love it.

"You may have noticed that I need to tone it down, sorry I write that for ME."

I pray that you respond.

God Bless, and good bye,

UPdate on "King of the Mountain"

Thomas Koszoru — Fri, 21 Mar 2025 03:24:05 +0000

I believe I can blur out "Reacher"'s character and hopefully replace him with my own and then let him tell the story at times in first person. I will do the same with the female FBI agent character in Season 3 "Reacher".

I have begun my fourth chapter. I call it, "Experiencing a Web of Beauty"

Sorry. I guess I sound a lot like technician, or programmer, who proudly fixed a bug.

I get intense at times.

I blame it on my place on the autistic scale at the Mr. William Gates level or better, as in worse.

I feel my focus may burn my public, clients, readers, or colleagues.

Please help me to get that fear under control.

Also, I need an editor. I say too much too soon, but I am not sure when or where. Also, I have over sized my hero and heroine (Tag Team) to to a cartoonist extent. I laugh at my own descriptions.

Well the Hero will get a slow but debilitating disease that he heroically and of course extremely painfully over comes any and all obstacles. Still too much is too much. I need a skilled surgeon to cut away the fat and leave male and female archetypes that all must see avenging angels, existing for eternity.

I hope all is well in DEV land.

Thomas Koszoru

King of the Mountain

Thomas Koszoru — Wed, 19 Mar 2025 20:15:13 +0000

Summary

My new proposed novel “King of the Mountain”, concerns a disabled Canadian Afghan war veteran, who has struggled with post trauma depression.

After his honorable discharge from the Canadian Army as an officer, he became a private detective in Toronto. Unfortunately, He both started drinking and using drugs to forget his frustration and anger.

He was a Colonel in the Canadian army. He was huge, muscle bound but moved with the grace of a cat. He lived only by his values which included a clear definition of duty, this being fighting injustice in every way, respecting human decency, courtesy and honor.

He did everything he could to win loyalty through honesty and, a total knowledge of those who served him. He did everything he could to promote them, show his loyalty to them, and protect them from harm. He would kill them, if absolutely necessary, if not he would either persuade his adversaries to leave the upcoming fight, or he would seriously incapacitate them. He did this to send a message to both his adversaries, and the primary authors of evil.

If someone killed one of his precious friends, they would die, all of them. He left no one alive except those he assumed dead, and his most evil enemy survived almost certain death. This happened once, but he will never forget it. He would not assume, anything from that time onward. Old enemies must die

FEAR NOT

Thomas Koszoru — Wed, 19 Mar 2025 00:57:16 +0000

All who have eyes and ears know that something is destroying law and order in our world.

I must speak vaguely. The evil one listens.

This message is for everyone I know, all the good people on Earth, and most importantly the evil one himself.

If you feel depressed and hopeless watch “Law and Order” all versions, all series and all seasons. I especially love Law and Order SVU.

Please respond Without using any names of any seasons or any episodes.

You must speak vaguely. The evil one listens.

From now on I use the term Evil One, instead of Lucifer. I will only call my Lord “My Best Friend”. The Evil One listens.

I will call the TV show, TV show.

I hope you tell others. Please use my precautions.

I write novels. I hope everyone loves them. I guarantee that my drafts will not the socks of anyone who reads them.

Are you interested? Please reply, or email me at inertialzoom@gmail.com, or you may call my landline 405-366-1707

Please Do not Fear the Future

Thomas Koszoru — Wed, 19 Mar 2025 00:49:47 +0000

Please Do not Fear the Future.

All who have eyes and ears know that something is destroying law and order in our world.

I must speak vaguely. The evil one listens.

This message is for everyone I know, all the good people on Earth, and most importantly the evil one himself.

If you feel depressed and hopeless watch “Law and Order” all versions, all series and all seasons. I especially love Law and Order SVU.

Please respond Without using any names of any seasons or any episodes.

You must speak vaguely. The evil one listens.

From now on I use the term Evil One, instead of Lucifer. I will only call my Lord “My Best Friend”. The Evil One listens.

I will call the TV show, TV show.

I hope you tell others. Please use my precautions.

I write novels. I hope everyone loves them. I guarantee that my drafts will not the socks of anyone who reads them.

Are you interested? Please reply, or email me at inertialzoom@gmail.com, or you may call my landline 405-366-1707.

I have a cell, witch I can use, for texts. Please note that I have difficulty with my cell, because I have Parkinson's.

My newest amazing novel "King of the Mountain" cover picture.

Thomas Koszoru — Mon, 17 Mar 2025 06:09:12 +0000

King of the Mountain

Summary

My new proposed novel “King of the Mountain” concerns a disabled Canadian Afghan war veteran, who has struggled with post trauma depression.

Chapter One

Friend

After his honorable discharge from the Canadian Army as an officer, he became a private detective in Toronto. Unfortunately, He was full of frustration and anger.

His was born Michael King but insisted on being called “Friend.” Everyone called him, “Friend”, his superiors, those who served with him or for him, and all his clients.

“Friend” had an ecliptic memory with sharp attention to detail. Nothing got by him. He would play any game to win. This included deep cover as a spy, and complicated ruses. He was a perfect cop if you didn't mind a few murders. All his loyal partners did the same.

Even though he lost a leg in the Afghan war, below the knee, his mechanical leg and foot, served him better than a living foot.

Friend served as a Colonel in the Canadian army. He was huge, muscle bound but moved with the grace of a cat. He lived only by his values by fighting injustice in every way every day and at any time of day.

He had great empathy, but only showing this with his frustration and anger at the evil men, his enemies. Friend treated all with human decency, respect and honor.

Angry at himself for not
He did everything he could to win loyalty through honesty and, a total knowledge of those who served him.

He would promote them, show his loyalty to them, and protect them from harm. Those allies who lived up to his standards, loved their “Friend.”

He would kill his adversaries, if necessary. He would either persuade his adversaries to leave the upcoming fight, or he would seriously incapacitate them. He did this to send a message to both his adversaries, and the primary authors of evil. Friend sent many messages.

His rules consisted of “No assumptions.”

Next, always keep a level head and do not let emotions interfere with your actions. Obeying this rule will save your life, if you do not obey, you will die.

Third rule. Get the job done right. No exceptions.

Battle rules,
Always attack, no matter the odds.

Have a winning but improbable strategy.
Save alias’s and victims lives by killing all their enemies, before they can create further death and destruction.

Finally tend your allies’ and victim’s wounds.

Chapter Two
Serena

“Friend” holed up in a ratty, substandard building, slowly drinking himself to death. Yet when he saw injustice, he acted swiftly disabling the perpetrators.

He became a private investigator, going after the most brutal perpetuators of evil.

A vibrant CIA supervisor with excellent qualities, and values, along with her most trusted aides, asked him to become a confidential informant.

Her name is Serena. She was a female clone of “friend”, except she was small compared to her giant Friend. Friend admired her and trusted her, almost completely. She became his ally, even though she made the first move.

Serena made him her Confidential Informant, or Spy. He was not the first or the last.

Like her Friend, she was an excellent shot and extremely deadly with or without weapons.

She met Friend on a snowy winter night, after tracking him down to his current residence. He was living in a ratty, substandard room in Toronto that he rented to appear invisible to his enemies.

He was out for vengeance, and so was she. They hated Nero, but Serena wanted to capture him alive. Friend wanted to kill Nero, but he would try to capture him.

The epic continues. Are you ready for the next update. This will knock your socks off.

I owe the premise of the plot to movies both “C.B Strike” and Reacher both movies based on books. I need to get copyright permissions from all sources for my plot.
My newest amazing novel "King of the Mountain"

My newest amazing novel "King of the Mountain"

Thomas Koszoru — Mon, 17 Mar 2025 06:05:04 +0000

Summary

My new proposed novel “King of the Mountain” concerns a disabled Canadian Afghan war veteran, who has struggled with post trauma depression.

**Chapter One

Friend**

Even though he lost a leg in the Afghan war, below the knee, his mechanical leg and foot, served him better than a living foot.

He would promote them, show his loyalty to them, and protect them from harm. Those allies who lived up to his standards, loved their “Friend.”

His rules consisted of “No assumptions.”

Next, always keep a level head and do not let emotions interfere with your actions. Obeying this rule will save your life, if you do not obey, you will die.

Third rule. Get the job done right. No exceptions.

Battle rules,
Always attack, no matter the odds.

Have a winning but improbable strategy.
Save alias’s and victims lives by killing all their enemies, before they can create further death and destruction.

Finally tend your allies’ and victim’s wounds.

**Chapter Two

Serena
**
“Friend” holed up in a ratty, substandard building, slowly drinking himself to death. Yet when he saw injustice, he acted swiftly disabling the perpetrators.

He became a private investigator, going after the most brutal perpetuators of evil.

A vibrant CIA supervisor with excellent qualities, and values, along with her most trusted aides, asked him to become a confidential informant.

Serena made him her Confidential Informant, or Spy. He was not the first or the last.

Like her Friend, she was an excellent shot and extremely deadly with or without weapons.

She met Friend on a snowy winter night, after tracking him down to his current residence. He was living in a ratty, substandard room in Toronto that he rented to appear invisible to his enemies.

He was out for vengeance, and so was she. They hated Nero, but Serena wanted to capture him alive. Friend wanted to kill Nero, but he would try to capture him.

The epic continues. Are you ready for the next update. This will knock your socks off.

I owe the premise of the plot to movies both “C.B Strike” and Reacher both movies based on books. I need to get copyright permissions from all sources for my plot.

"King of the Hill" with text

Thomas Koszoru — Mon, 17 Mar 2025 05:30:50 +0000

My new proposed novel “King of the Mountain” concerns a disabled Canadian Afghan war veteran, who has struggled with post trauma depression.

Chapter One

Friend

Even though he lost a leg in the Afghan war, below the knee, his mechanical leg and foot, served him better than a living foot

"King of the Mountain" with Text

Thomas Koszoru — Mon, 17 Mar 2025 03:35:32 +0000

My new proposed novel “King of the Mountain” concerns a disabled Canadian Afghan war veteran, who has struggled with post trauma depression.

After his honorable discharge from the Canadian Army as an officer, he became a private detective in Toronto. Unfortunately, He both started drinking and using drugs to forget his frustration and anger.

His was born Michael King but insisted on being called “Friend.” Everyone called him, “Friend”, his superiors, those who served with him or for him, and all his clients.