Goran Tells The Story
​“Goran K King is a refreshingly literate voice in a room often echoing with the mediocre. His writing flows with knowing ease, and his images are both new and entertaining; 'I’d rather french-kiss a rattlesnake,' 'coke bottle lenses'. The humor is never forced, and his characters move the narrative forward with splendid dialogue and wonderful activity. Underscoring the apparent simplicity is an informed ability to capture the reader's imagination... and to hold it. This is an impressive addition to the genre.”
Author Mark McKirdy
​What was life like before TV, computers, and cell phones? Back in a time when one had to seek his or her own adventure, there was no sitting all day in front of a screen being force-fed, so-called adventure with no participation.
No… no… my friends. In those days, adventure did not come without physical involvement, risk, and a keenly developed sense of survival. Even then, few had the courage and insatiable appetite to learn the unknown, as did Casey and Tim.
One thing I can guarantee you, the word ‘boredom’ was not in Casey or Tim’s vocabulary, nor will you find it in No Time to Duck.
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CHAPTER ONE: A twig snapped… “What the…?” Would Dammit come this far at night for revenge?
​CHAPTER TWO: Orphans in a tree… A closer look told the gruesome story. Several bullet holes shattered the entrance to the racoon nest
​CHAPTER THREE: Casey turned and headed home, not caring if he ever got there…
​CHAPTER FOUR: Sometimes Avoiding Certain Death Stinks…
​CHAPTER SIX: A Crypt, Open Graves, and a Wide-Eyed PJ …
​CHAPTER NINE: A Bad Case of the Stupids… Casey’s shaking hand reached for the whiskey bottle. It looked harmless enough, glittering in the campfire’s glow. Its green glass and bright yellow label adorned with a clipper ship made him wish he could climb inside and sail to some distant land…
​CHAPTER ELEVEN: Bo Jennings and his magic fiddle… a scrawny old man with a face full of white hair in a tan shirt and brown overalls gave the appearance of a dandelion gone to seed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The saga of Old Man Campbell… Casey jumped to his feet and grabbed his head in both hands. “What was I thinking? We could have all...
