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    The Aironoties: Book One & Two
    The Aironoties: Book One & Two
    The Aironoties: Book One & Two
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    The Aironoties: Book One & Two

    By Ronnie Crawford

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    Cold darkness and far lights from distant planets and stars stayed still as the all seen eye traveled through the debts of outer space with it's attention now on planet earth. Man was created in the image and likeness of the Gods, these Gods ruled the stars and was called the Aironoties. Now life form on earth time is up, and a first born human but immortal fighter from extraterrestrial genetics must be born to raise modern battle against the rulers of darkness (Zarkanians).
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateApr 25, 2012
    ISBN9781468579666
    The Aironoties: Book One & Two
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    Ronnie Crawford

    Ronnie Crawford is the acclaimed author of The Vessel, and Leave You For A White Woman. Born in Detroit, Michigan, Ronnie encountered trials and tribulations not unlike the characters in his books. His latest novel Leave You For A White Woman, was wrote from the concrete desk of his 5’ x 8’ prison cell. Expected to be released in 2021. Ronnie looks forward to printing his books while putting his life of crime behind him.

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      Book preview

      The Aironoties - Ronnie Crawford

      © 2012 Ronnie Crawford. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 04/23/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-7967-3 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-7966-6 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012907216

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Acknowledgements

      BOOK ONE

      FALL OF THE STARS

      By: Ronnie Crawford

      The Beginning of Tommy Walker

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Book Two

      About the Author

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Epilogue

      Acknowledgements

      I would like to thank our Lord Jesus Christ, my mother Ms. Trimmer, and all of those who left the power of their souls behind…

      William Hawkins

      Earnestine Whitfield

      Lamonica Moorelett

      Sharon Clark

      Anna Crawford

      May they rest in peace, I would also like to give a special thanks to my family and the ones who loved me when I was at my lowest

      P.S.  Special thanks to Tommy Cannon I never knew writing about you would lead me to meeting my wife

      BOOK ONE

      FALL OF THE STARS

      By: Ronnie Crawford

      The Beginning of Tommy Walker

      It was thundering and snowing in April, April sixteenth to be exact. Never in the history of weather had this happened before (to my knowledge anyway). I was brought into this hell on earth and my mother did what she had to do to raise me. I’d never seen a male figure around the house, so I knew nothing of having a father, my mother and I moved around a lot and I guess that it was around the age of three that I knew I was special. My first realization was on a field trip with my class to the butterfly museum. All of the kids were amazed at the variety of colors and patterns of the butterflies flying over us when it happened, I extended my arm out and the butterflies paused in midair, suddenly, all of the amazed faces fell into sadness. I gently lowered my arm, the butterflies went back to flying around, and the teachers and parents were looking at me hysterically, as if I were a freak or something. I really don’t know what made me do it, it just happened and eventually the news of that incident died down. One year later a similar incident occurred when I and nineteen other students were coming from school, a teenage boy was standing in the middle of the road when the swerving of bus got everyone’s attention. When the bus came finally came to a stop without hitting the boy the bus driver got off and went to the teenage asking whom he was and why he was just standing in the middle of the street. The boy didn’t answer and the bus driver got nervous by the lack of response and called the local authorities. After the bus driver finished making the call, he tried again to get the boy out the street with no luck, a couple of citizens nearby stepped in to lend a hand. Five minutes later the police finally arrived two male officers stepped out the squad car. I stood up and got off the bus to see if I could help, only to have them yell little boy get your ass back on the bus at me. I couldn’t though something was pulling me closer to this boy he turned and started to walk toward me. One of the officers tried to grab him, but he just turned and looked at him and in a weird voice said the boy now while pointing at me. The police officer held on when suddenly he went flying feet away from the teenager as though someone threw him. I ran to the squad car and placed both hands on the trunk the hood flew off and knocked the boy to the ground in an instant the cops had him in handcuffs and we were all heading to the police station to make a full report of the unusual events. One of the police officers gave my mother a call; she came as fast as she could to the station try to find out what had happened. The police were asking how it was possible for a four year old to take the hood off a car and knock someone out. My mother just looked at me weird as if she knew something the rest of us did not. Meanwhile the officers were trying to interrogate the teenager but as before, he sat silently. An officer asked him where he knew the boy from while pointing at me where I was standing next to my mother. We don’t know this kid have never seen him in my life she calls out to the officer. The boy starts to speak and all eyes turn to him. He will save you he says, a fat officer that looks very at ill at ease speaks up save whom?All of you he answers. All of who ask an officer who seems to be losing patience obviously thinking it’s just a prank being played by a delinquent teen. The entire human race the boy whispers before collapsing on the floor. The room flew into a panic. One of the officers checks the boy and looks up with a grim expression he has no pulse he is dead. My mother looks at me and says his job is done. Everyone in the room looks at her in shock because it seemed that somehow my mother knew what was going on.

      Chapter One

      I was born in Michigan, The only child of a single parent home. The first nine years of were normal, until one summer afternoon when everything changed.

      Little Tommy my mother yelled outside where I was jumping on the trampoline with a few of my buddies.

      Here I come Mother I yelled back, man she gets on my nerves she probably don’t even want anything.

      By the way, my name is Tommy walker of Howell Michigan.

      As I entered the house, I saw my mother on the phone crying, What’s wrong mother? I asked tapping her shoulder.

      Son your grandfather is very sick. The doctor just told me that he only has two days at most left. So go on and get cleaned up were going to go up to the hospital and see him right away. She replied

      I called him Grandpa Ernie and the hospital that he’s at is called St. Johns hospital, which is about ten miles from where we live. I really don’t want to go but knowing the love we have for each other, I must pay my respects before he passed on. How was

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