I was inspired to write this book by a set of odd incidents that happened to me while I was working in downtown Manhattan near where the World Trade Center Twin Towers used to be. It was the early 1990s before the 1993 terrorist bombing or the September 11, 2001 Terrorist Attacks.

With another child on the way at that time, I found myself being offered an unusual job with a high salary. There was no way I could turn down the money. It would supplement the income I had from speaking engagements and provide our family with a slight comfort zone that was much needed at the time. The bad news was the parking. Even in the middle of the night, there were just no good or safe places to park. That necessitated riding the subway to work. That ride was anything but a pleasant one during the day and it was far worse late at night and early in the morning.

To make matters worse, the job was located in a older building with no nighttime staff. I had to use a key to enter the building and run the service elevator to get to my floor. With transients on the trains and all over the neighborhood, it was impossible to feel safe. Most of these people were no just homeless people down on their luck. Many were out patients that had worn out there welcome at New York State mental health treatment facilities. Because they were booted out of overcrowded hospitals and treatment centers, no one checked to see if they were taking their medications.

It was during those excursions that I began to get marry the idea I had for the Dark Master character with the area where I worked in those days. The whole area was eerie to say the least. And the characters that worked in the surrounding buildings in those wee hours ranged from pleasant to seriously disturbed and everything in-between. It was easy to imagine any of them as members of the Dark Master’s Clan.

The character of Meg was based on a blond-haired, blue eyed Celtic Beauty that worked in the area. I often ran into her at the deli. As pleasant as she was fair, the mystical maiden had a lovely personality and a look that reminded me of a mixture of Stevie Nicks and Melissa Joan Hart. Like Meg, she always seemed to appear and disappear within moments. She also had an inner strength that was inspiring.

Although I had never tasted of her anger or wrath, I noticed that most of the local transients tended to hide in doorways or cross the street when she was headed their way. One of her co-workers told me that she hated derogatory comments, even if they were disguised as self-serving flattery. He saw her floor a transient who made a comment to her on the street and tried to pat her posterior. He never tried again.

Apart from all the strange mix of odd people working nights in that area, there were the vibes. For better or worse, I have always been a bit sensitive to places and people. I prefer the term sensitive to psychic because I do not receive visions of any kind. I get impressions and some are frightening.

I started that job just before the first Gulf War. With threats of terrorism everywhere, it made your mind race and kept your nerves on edge. Every time a fire engine, police or emergency vehicle flew by, we were certain it was some terrorist attack. Because my father worked for a construction equipment sales and rentals company after he retired from the military, I was familiar with the danger and challenges that all tall buildings presented.

My father’s company had provided most of the equipment that built the New York World’s Fair in the early 1960s and the Twin Towers during the late 1960s. I hated going into those buildings for two reasons. I have a fear of extreme heights and I knew that if anything really bad ever happened, it was unlikely that many would survive. There was just no easy or fast way to get out. Although the view from my office was amazing, whenever I looked out at the Twin Towers in those days it made me shutter.

While I enjoyed the extra cash, I wasn’t sorry when that temporary job ended a few months after it began. The bizarre people I met and the feelings I felt tended to go home with me. As a paranormal researcher I should probably be used to that, but there are always some feelings, intuitions and insights that stay with you. I put all those to work while writing this book.

I’ll be the first to admit that I am not a conventional author. I never have been. I do not write pulp fiction for the masses. I sometimes wish that I could do that and cash in on the gravy train those authors ride. But that’s not me. I wrote this story for myself. As an only child, fantasy has always been a bit of a necessity in my life. This story is my fantasy with some reality thrown in for good measure. I honestly hope you enjoy it. If you do, I expect to bring you more in the near future.

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