The Extermination of Kings Part III: America

By William J. Ryan

In Part III of Extermination of Kings, the main characters, Woo, Woohoo, Tibetan monks, and their companion, Neeya, have already traveled two continents escaping their pursuers and seeking a way to tell their story to the world. They now embark upon the final segment of their adventure which takes them to America. As in the first two episodes of this trilogy, they face both mysterious and unexpected comrades, adversaries and challenges. They find themselves enmeshed in and dependent upon the complicated existence of their wealthy and powerful sponsors, but at what cost to the noble and naïve characters we have grown to know and love? Come along and find out how they navigate their way in America and bring about a worldwide crusade for enlightenment and justice. Also find out what the Dalai Lama had planned for them all along and see a destiny unfold that was dictated by their ancient heritage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William J. Ryan
• Release date: Apr 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370340040

William J. Ryan

I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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The Extermination

of Kings

Part III America

Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Chapter One – The Big Ship

Chapter Two – The Envelope

ChapterThree – The Next Day

Chapter Four – The Big City

Chapter Five -- Dad

Chapter Six – A Place in the Clouds

Chapter Seven – Sight Seeing

Chapter Eight – The Basement

Chapter Nine – After the Sights

Chapter Ten -- Gun Play

Chapter Eleven -- Momma

Chapter Twelve – Returning to the Pas and Moving to the Future

Chapter Thirteen – The Call

Chapter Fourteen – The Party

Chapter Fifteen -- Basement Part II

Chapter Sixteen -- Unrest

Chapter Seventeen -- Mack

Chapter Eighteen – Back in the City

Chapter Nineteen – Deep in the woods

Chapter Twenty -- Destiny

Epilogue

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Chapter One

The Big Ship

Woo, Woohoo and Neeya were overwhelmed by the size of the ship and were also intimidated by all the wealthy people on board. At first, when they arrived in their stateroom, they were content to enjoy the sights from there. The contrast from the lives of the rich hit Woo hardest, for the weight of the world still seemed to be on his shoulders.

Woohoo sat on the edge of the bed looking out the large windows at the sea with the coastline disappearing in the distance. She started to write in the journal that Captain Jack had given them, and noticed that their book didn’t look right. She called Woo over and showed him the spine. Look Woo, something has happened to our book, she said, with concern.

Woo took it and looked it over closely. You’re right.

You know I am always very careful with it. How could this have happened?

It’s as though it has been opened and pushed flat, breaking the center, He said as he inspected it closer.

They both looked at each other and said nothing as they heard Neeya yelling in the background, Wow, have you seen the bathrooms yet? There are little soaps shaped like birds. I’ve got to take a bath in here.

Woo patted Woohoo on the leg, It’s okay, we have nothing to hide. You go ahead and write. He strode over to the large windows and watched the land fade away.

Woohoo began to write, Everyone has been so nice and we have been so busy, it’s hard to keep it all straight. So much has happened. We are on the biggest of ships. I could never have imagined something so big. It’s as big as a temple or bigger and on the water,,, so much water.

Kent and Diane are so kind and must be the King and Queen of wherever they come from. They are so rich and yet so open with us, holding back nothing,,, I hope.

The people at the hotel were also so kind. It was fun when they showed us the back rooms of the place and all the workings. They all came out to say goodbye when we left.

As for Neeya, she is beside herself with joy of the whole adventure and I am very glad for her. I have never seen her so happy. Even Woo seems to be more at ease and less driven, or is it less fearful? I don’t know, but I find myself just smiling for no reason.

Until today, I thought all was as it seemed, but something is wrong. I can’t help but…

A door opened and in stepped Diane with a big smile. What are you all doing in here? There’s a big ship out there to see. Let me give you a tour of the place and you can write tomorrow.

From the bathroom Neeya yelled, That sounds like fun! Don’t leave without me!

Is that Neeya taking another bath? You’re going to scrub off all your skin and wrinkle up like a prune. Get out of there and let’s go. It’s a big ship, so prepare to walk a lot.

Woo smiled, We have walked a lot to get here and after all the food you have given us, it will be good to walk some more.

With that, Neeya raced across the room, butt naked, drying herself off as she ran. Still wet, she slipped on some of her new clothes and out of breath, turned to Woo, Is this ok? she said, giving him a big smile and holding up a sundress.

Her heart was so full of joy it was hard not to smile back, Anything you wear is fine with me, Neeya, especially when it comes with that big smile of yours. His words made her smile even more, if that was possible, and she danced off to get dressed.

Diane saw Kent through the connecting doorway resting on the bed. We’ll be back, she called out to him, as they left the stateroom.

He smiled. Thanks for the warning.

Diane took Neeya and Woo’s hands and turned to Woohoo. Well you can stay here and write if you want, but we’re going to go have some fun.

Not without me, Woohoo said happily. She closed the journal and set it on the bed, joining the others, and looking back to memorize the exact place she put it. Reconsidering, however, she then ran back, put the book in her bag and out the door they all went.

Chapter Two

The Envelope

As the door closed behind them, the adjoined staterooms became quiet. Finally Kent was alone, his mind set on one thing. He headed for his desk and took out the envelope. He had broken the seal and removed the thick bundle of papers with the cover letter. On top was a handwritten note that read:

Per your request, the preliminary review showed that you were right. The letter was the most important one and we zeroed in on it first. The dialect was hard to decipher and we are still checking it. We just want to make sure of some of the words as well, but for now we feel confident that 98% is right and you can rely on that. We will get the other to you as soon as possible.

Kent cautiously looked around the room checking to make sure that he did in fact have the place to himself. He then sat down and slowly removed the note and read the cover letter about the document found in Woo’s red robe.

Dear Mr. O’Brien,

Attached please find your copy of the original document or invitation requiring translation. You were right, it is from the Dalai Lama and it refers to some very important changes that were about to take place in his country. I feel these changes would have increased worldwide awareness of his country’s plight and prompted some help, had he lived. The Chinese killed him clearly to stop him and will continue to stop at nothing to prevent this information from getting out. Your cargo is at great risk. Be assured the language specialist who worked on this letter is one of my best and most trusted colleagues. He will stay in the background ready to assist when and if you need it. When this gets out, it will have far-reaching effects.

Your friend,

James

There was a translation of the invitation too, which read:

"Your presence is requested at a special gathering. Please join me in a new future that will change our government that is in exile from our homeland. This change will require each of you to cover the earth as…

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Kent was interrupted as he was reading. Annoyed, Kent carefully put the papers back in the desk and locked it. He opened the door to see some old friends stopping in to say hello, friends Kent had not seen for years.

Meanwhile on deck, Diane had convinced them to join her in a dip in the