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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Robinson Crusoe 1,000,000 A.D.
a novel
by John T. Cullen
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One thing at a time. He must survive, first.
How long before the infection set in? Maybe a day at most. Already the arm was throbbing, and soon parts of it felt numb. The discomfort was spreading into the joint, a sure sign this wasn’t going to get better.
Alex ran into the bush and put a little distance between himself and the river.
No sign of Nizin. The Siirk would be out hunting him, but for the moment he was letting Alex have a little slack to see what he could do. Nizin must be supremely confident of his skills as a hunter, and so far there was no question of that. Alex faded from side to side to spoil the trail a bit. Running endlessly and blindly forward would do nothing but tire him out. This was as much a game of brains as it was of endurance, and so far Nizin had scored the first several points.
Alex resisted the temptation to head back to Leeree’s village. That chapter was now closed forever. He must move on and make whatever of life fate was about to allot him. Instinctively, Alex made his way toward the great wall. Along the way, he ate what he could—flowers, nuts, berries, insects. He drank water whenever he found it. Must stay hydrated, must keep up his strength. His shoulder and arm began to swell up, as did the lymph nodes under his arms. His neck grew sore and stiff, and even his jaw ached. He was running a faint temperature, he could tell, and his vision was a bit blurry.
He could not go on much longer this way.
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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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