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by William Maltese (writing as W. Lambert III)
© 2002
Here's a non-erotic and genuinely strange little book that's been aptly described as Louis L'Amour meets ancient astronauts. The cover art an artist's rendition of the much-debated-as-evidence-of-a-space-alien Pakal, The Maya Astronaut is the first clue of what a reader has in store for him here. A western? Yes. Close encounters of the third kind? Maybe. This one definitely for those out for a genuinely enjoyable and decidedly one-of-a-kind read.

"While I usually won't read Westerns, the idea of one involving 'Ancient Astronauts' intrigued me, because I love science fiction! The science fiction and adventure elements keep sneaking into the narrative, along with hints of possible supernatural activity. Still, author W. Lambert III stays tightly focused on the Western-style hero, David Brentridge. [This is] a fast-paced, unpredictable read.
     -Duane Simolke, PHD., amazon.com review

"I could not put this book down. W. Lambert has written this twisted and twisting plot excellently. During the 'hunt' scenes I am reminded of the short story 'The Most Dangerous Game.' While gold may be what everyone is after, both the prey and game turn out to be humans. Every detail in the book is strategically placed and timed to result in a shocking and revealing ending. This book is raw human raw. We see the characters for whom they are and not whom they pretend to be with a few surprises. Death is present many times during the story; each depiction is realistic and relevant."
     -amazon.com reviewer

David stripped naked, and his body emerged from his dusty clothes like a moist butterfly from a dry cocoon. His flesh was sweaty, a defining sheen evident within the serrated valley between his rectangular mirror-image pectorals. Moisture, above and below his abdominal muscles, highlighted the many horizontal ridges between his chest and his indented navel.
    Even as he entered the water, and began to lug the body to shore, he saw the bones of a small rodent, likely a mouse, and the bones of a small bird: some or all of which might have been present when this now dead man had taken his last drink.
    David wasn't all that surprised to have found the body, or to have seen how it had gone bad. Nor was he surprised that it wasn't Will Janely. Will would be one of the lasts in the game played.
    The slosh of water highly saturated with alkaloids tingled David's scars wherever it touched them. There was the knife wound on his right forearm, the bullet wound in his right calf, the cigarette burn on the instep of his left foot: all the result of David's past failures in gleaning, as quickly as he should have, whatever the survival techniques his Granddaddy and/or Daddy had been trying to impress upon him at the time.
    David momentarily let off what he was doing long enough to dampen the nape of his neck with his right hand. A small spot, just inside his hairline, tingled on cue. The slow-healing wound, once there as a result of his initiation into family secrets, had eventually healed so without any trace of scarring that David often wondered if he imagined the cut having been there at all.
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by William Maltese (writing as Billy Lambert)
© 2003
William Maltese (writing as Billy Lambert) exhibits his literary versatility, once again, in this feel-good tale every parent should encourage appearing at the top of his/her child's reading list. There's simply something thoroughly entertaining and charming about this anthropomorphic tale of a friendly surf-riding Irish Terrier, Kamehameha, and the menagerie of his friends and enemies (animal and human) encountered on an adventurous around-the-world road (and sea, and air) trip. With some covert lessons to be learned, here, about race relations, and tolerance, and a whole bunch of sometimes-need-a-bit-of-sugar-coating morals. Who wouldn't be won over by the likes of Kamehameha, Helen Harpy, Victor Vampire, Walter White (shark), and the inquisitive and hungry jaguar twins, Jock and Jack? Don't be surprised to find one or more of these charming characters soon must-have items to be found in the stuffed animal sections of your favorite local department stor

"Dog on a Surfboard has appeal not only to children, but adults too. It follows the adventures of a strong-willed dog who gives a canine perspective to human emotions. We all wish that we could see the world through our pet's eyes, and this book does the best job I've seen so far. While Lambert has written the book in a way that is appropriate for children, it definitely has emotional and psychological undertones that adults can appreciate and analyze. Bottom line: Read and enjoy!!!!"
     -an amazon.com reviewer

"If somewhere there's a book, other than this one, that more enticingly invites...Come on guys, make me into a motion picture!...I haven't found it. Surfing hasn't come off so kiddy-friendly since Gidget took to the waves!"
     -a bn.com reviewer

From their sounds, Kamehameha didn't figure either all that far off.
    "Wait one little minute," said mother. "I've picked up a faint scent."
    "Of the dog? Of the monkey?"
    "More dog than monkey I think."
    "Oh mother, you are so good at this."
    "You'll be, too, in time," mother promised. "So good that any dog or monkey who thinks he can merely stroll on up for a chat will be in for a really big surprise."
    "I should have killed them both on the spot shouldn't I have?"
    "Everything in its own time," mother consoled. "You're neither big enough nor strong enough...yet. But wait until next time!"
    Kamehameha felt something bump the trunk.
    "Think either of them is in there?" Jock asked.
    Kamehameha's container shifted again, the dog with it.
    "Hard to say," responded mother. "From my observations of dogs and monkeys interacting with humans, the restraints for pets either have bars or consist of ropes or chains. Some dogs are even allowed to roam without a cage or a leash."
    "It does smell a bit of monkey and dog, more of dog, doesn't it?" Jock ventured.