John T. Cullen has authored over 20 books, including The Generals of October (Simon & Schuster, 2004)—pulse-pounding political-military suspense fiction set in a near-future U.S. Constitutional crisis.
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John T. Cullen also writes screenplays, including one for Nebula Express (adapted from his SF novel) and the violent, darkly glistening, utterly strange tale of a serial killer in Scorpion.
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Lantern Road a science fiction novel
by John T. Cullen
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Jory went to see Captain Aptath and said: "Captain, we must ensure that the baba's remains are enurned to give to her sister.
Aptath bowed slightly and whispered a Ruandap saying of respect: "You always show us the honorable way."
Ramy-baba's remains were gathered, cremated, and sealed into an Oban-style burial tube with dark blue calligraphy on a cream-colored background. Jory took the burial tube to the hospital. Ramy tearfully accepted the tube, thanked him, and placed it by her pillow. She wore a plain, rumpled hospital gown, and pushed an i.v. pole as she walked slowly, but the mouth and nose tubes were gone, and she could eat nearly solid food now. "My organs are new, and they are helping me to train myself. I have to get used to this person I now am. I am human." She wrapped her free arm through his. She glanced at the burial tube. "That is all I have left of who I was, and of her. She was the love of my life."
"I know she was."
"Can you accept who I was?"
"I accepted you then, when we were willing to die for each other."
"I was right about you." She embraced him and rested her cheek against his chest. "I can hear your heart beating. I used to listen to it after you fell asleep, when we were children."
"I never knew that."
She grinned. "You didn't have to know everything."
They kissed, rubbing the tips of their tongues together in circles. They broke up laughing. "Not the same, is it?" she said.
"It will serve us."
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John T. Cullen has been a pioneer in digital publishing since 1996. He is listed by digital publishing historian Karen Wiesner as the sixth digital publisher in history, and the second person to publish serialized chapters on line (starting 1996). His web magazine Deep Outside SFFH was the first to be listed along with the professional pulps in Writer's Market (1999) and was at one time the oldest professional SFFH magazine in the world. John T. Cullen continues to explore new ways to adapt the primordial power of storytelling to emerging new digital opportunities as the Third Millennium springs to light.
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A Walk in Ancient Rome John T. Cullen (Simon&Schuster May 2005) innovative, acclaimed walking & teaching tour—explore every corner of the Imperial capital at its zenith almost 2000 years ago; learn its history—smell and taste the very air of Classical Rome.
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= Summer 2008 =
A Walk in Ancient Rome, Second Edition John T. Cullen (Clocktower Books 2008)—New! Many new maps; images from the unique scale model of AndréCaron of Quebec. Read this innovative book, with its acclaimed walking & teaching tour. Explore every corner of the Imperial capital at its zenith almost 2000 years ago; learn its history. Smell and taste the very air of Classical Rome. The new edition is bigger, like an atlas. Some people have carried the 1st edition with them to Rome, and found it greatly enhanced their experience.
Dead Move: Kate Morgan and the Haunting Mystery of Coronado, 2nd Ed. John T. Cullen (Clocktower Books, San Diego, Summer 2008). John T. Cullen has tackled the mystery of the ghost at the Hotel del Coronado. He has assembled a dramatic new theory about how and why she violently died on the back steps of the hotel in 1892. A first-class ghost story and whodunit wrapped in one.
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