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The Princess of the Wraiths
is a captivating memoir that weaves science,
spirituality, and personal triumph into a vibrant tapestry of life’s
deepest questions. Born in Mexico City, Peregrinus Hierusalemsis confronts
childhood terrors—sparked by a chilling visit to the mummies of
Guanajuato and a fear-inducing teacher—that leave him grappling with
post-traumatic stress. A mystical experience at an ancient monastery becomes
his turning point, igniting a lifelong quest for meaning.

As a shy teenager, Peregrinus faces heartbreak over Verónica, only to
find solace in philosophy through his friend Emilio, shielding him from the
clutches of a drug cartel infiltrating his school. Relocating to the United
Kingdom, he falls for Jana, whose guidance fuels his success in biology
studies, but a toxic relationship with Birgitta tests his resolve. Armed with
philosophical wisdom, Peregrinus confronts an enigmatic “Princess of the
Wraiths,” determined to conquer his fears and reclaim his strength.

Set against the vibrant backdrop of Mexico’s cultural richness, the
UK’s academic halls, and Sweden’s serene landscapes, this memoir
vividly describes the biodiversity and ecosystems Peregrinus explores as a
biologist. While science and spirituality are thoughtfully explored, they
remain distinct, with scientific accuracy meticulously preserved. Written with
literary finesse, this accessible yet rigorously academic narrative invites
readers into a true story of resilience, love, and existential
discovery—a journey that resonates with anyone seeking to overcome fear
and embrace life’s mysteries.

 

About the Author
Peregrinus Hierusalemsis
I studied biology, but I am also interested in philosophy and
spirituality. I have worked in some labs as a molecular biologist. I have also
been interested in systematics, so I have published some scientific papers on
such a subject. I am from Mexico, but I have also worked in labs in the United
Kingdom and Sweden.

Originally, I used to write essays at university. Later, I wrote scientific
papers. It was not until I solved a difficult issue in my life that I became a
writer of books. I was able to free myself from a toxic relationship. That was
a success because I was never able to do that during previous experiences. I
thought the messages that I wrote to finish that bad acquaintanceship were
very important, so I transferred them from my mobile telephone to a Word
document. Then I wanted to add a paragraph to explain the meaning of the
messages. A paragraph was not enough, so I ended up writing what became
chapter 28 in my book. After that, I wanted to add more background. I ended up
writing a whole memoir! I hired 5 different proofreaders in Fiverr. Four of
them were American. One was British. Then I commissioned 94 handmade paintings
to illustrate my book.

 

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Life Beyond the Credits

 

Memoir

 

Date Published: 09-09-2025

Publisher: Punctuate Press

 

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 After uncovering an enormous stash
of production Polaroids and behind-scenes photos she took, Bonnie decided it
was time to tell some lovely stories about her time in Hollywood.

Continuity By Bonnie Clevering: Life Behind the Credits will be released on
Punctuate Press (distributed by APG) on September 9. It will uniquely come in
two formats: a paperback memoir, and a beautiful hardcover coffee table book
with hundreds of photos. While stories about Nancy Sinatra’s old wives
tale helping Bonnie get pregnant, making dinner for the Ocean’s Eleven
cast, and how hair creates character are certainly delightful, Bonnie also
shares deeply about being a woman in Hollywood, the consequences of saying
“no” (and “yes”), single motherhood, and legacy.

 

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Like most of us, I remember the first movie I ever saw. At the Paramount Theater in Aurora, Illinois, I sat watching House of Wax. The ornate ceiling and the oversized,

cushioned seats that had comforted me as the red velvet drapes parted and the lights dimmed now hovered over me in horror as my screams surpassed those of Phyllis

Kirk as she tried to escape Vincent Price lingering at every corner. With each of my worst fears projected bigger than life in front of my very eyes, the fingers on my left hand

became more impervious to the ice-cold soda as my right crushed a box of my favorite candy, Good ‘N Plenty. My feet swung back and forth restlessly, a groundless sprint, until

the symphonic soundtrack subsided with another slender escape from the hall of mirrors, my heart rate returning to a normal pace and lips widely smiling with the recess of adrenaline, my mouth a cornucopia of concession stand flavors. Sitting in the darkened, crowded theater, I looked around at the dimly lit faces of those around me, staring in their own ways at the shimmering screen. Some were quizzical, others confused; the lady next to me had nearly chewed her monogrammed handkerchief to shreds while a man in the row behind me slept, grumbling softly as he watched an entirely different series of events unfold in his slumber. I realized in that matinee that everyone seated there was experiencing something different; even though the same actors spoke the same lines, each person was affected differently. Movies have had that effect throughout history, rallying citizens behind wars, defining political movements, empowering the impoverished, and aiding the baby boomers in leaving their mark on the planet’s population through romantic comedies shown at drive-ins, watched in bits and pieces from the backseat of a ‘57 Chevy.

 

This power of movies to elicit emotions and raise awareness was a concept I grasped early on in life, and only now do I realize what an impact I have been able to have

with the work I have done, along with the countless other crew members of movies we have made together. Choosing to make a particular film is an absolute responsibility and

liability. And with this ability to rattle emotions and alter perceptions, simplicity is often the best recipe for success in Hollywood and life. In life, as in a screenplay, the more

complicated things are, the greater the chance of failure.

 

The first set I ever walked onto was the TV series Green Acres back in 1965. The General Services Studios on Las Palmas Drive wasn’t the biggest of production lots or the fanciest, but it was my first. As usual, the first of something in life seemed like nothing could be better, and I always remembered it as my first studio experience. I went

to the hair and makeup room and unpacked my styling kit, which consisted of various sized hair irons, a small hair iron heater stove, bobby pins, a brush, and a comb. The

meticulous rearranging of my styling tools was a front for the nervousness that had me digging my heels into the wood floor. Then Eva Gabor walked into the room and sat

down in a chair. For the next hour, I must have silently said the Rosary a hundred times, and somehow, through a blur of combing and ironing, I molded her blonde locks into a

mountain of a beehive ready for the camera. Eva confidently rose, took one last look in the mirror, and walked to set as I gathered a brush, hairspray bottle, and a few more bobby pins on my way out the door.

 

Stepping onto the set was similar to walking through the rainforest without a machete. There was a madness to the order of setting up for the first shot of the day, and

it was not all that far away from a pack of primates just released from captivity. People ran around jumping over Styrofoam boulders and climbing ladders that disappeared

into the darkness beyond, where others were frantically running across catwalks swaying from chains attached to the ceiling. Cables uncoiled and slithered, dull black endless serpents, around a makeshift train depot and off through a small gathering of Papier-mâché oak trees on the far side of the stage. Enormous lights perched atop shiny silver stands, a forest of metal, electricity, and illumination that required an adventure guide to navigate safely to my destination, a tall set chair with my actress’ name in bold white letters on the backrest. And there I stood alone, with heavy and immovable feet, terrified to take my first step into the wilds of Hollywood.

 

Trying not to faint on my first day, motionless, I held my eyes shut for a few seconds and took in the sounds around me. Set builders were hammering like the men who had repaired my parent’s grocery store after a fire when I was a child. People’s voices were a memory of shouting at the butcher counter, trying to buy a roast the night before Christmas. Footsteps shuffling and stopping hurriedly reminded me of a Sears and Roebuck, knowing where to find the latest fashion but stopping to look in the mirror and check a lip line before reaching the dressing room. This environment was both prehistoric and futuristic to the eyes, but to the senses, it was familiar, filled with

recollections of people and places I had seen and survived before. My breathing became even, and I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings, which weren’t so scary

anymore. My hands no longer shook, and my feet were solid and sturdy. I walked through the maze of light stands and electrical wires, put down my bag, and began to make the final touches to Eva’s hairstyle.

 

A few minutes later, I cleared my voice with a few precise

pushes of hairpins in the right location and confidently said,

“Ms. Gabor, you’re ready for set.”

 

About the Author

Bonnie Clevering, in a nearly 5-decade career as a Motion Picture Hair
Stylist, has trussed the tresses of hundreds of actors including Hilary Swank,
Bette Davis, Brad Pitt, Julia Roberts, Al Pacino, Keanu Reeves, and Kristen
Stewart. Her impressive resume includes iconic films and TV series like Hello,
Dolly!, RoboCop, Any Given Sunday, Ocean’s Eleven, Erin Brockovich, Office
Space, The Twilight Saga, and Mr. & Mrs. Smith, totaling over 120
productions. She earned membership in the Academy of Motion Picture Arts &
Sciences in 2001.

 

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Cult, Memoir, Diaries

Date Published: June 26, 2025

 

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A Historical Account of Fear, Control, and Escape


“When you’re raised to fear the world, you never question the
cage.”

Before she ever knew what freedom felt like, she documented captivity.

Told through the actual journals and letters written while trapped inside one
of America’s most quietly dangerous religious cults, Diary of a Cult
Girl
is a chilling first-person account of life under the rule of Bill
Gothard’s teachings—what many now recognize from the “Shiny
Happy People” movement.

Raised in rural Alabama, in poverty, with church at home, school at home, and
six younger siblings to raise, Crystal Ball’s childhood was shaped not
by freedom, but by an addiction to control. Not drugs. Not alcohol. But
military-grade submission, inside a cult franchise that gave abusers unchecked
authority in God’s name—a system that weaponized fear, shame, and
guilt
like narcotics to keep women and children quiet and compliant.

In the spirit of The Diary of Anne Frank, this is not just a
memoir—it’s evidence. A record of indoctrination. Of blind
obedience mistaken for faith. Of a young girl awakening to the unbearable cost
of survival.

Alongside her firsthand accounts, Crystal introduces the 3P
Framework—Personal Psychological Perceptions
—to examine how
control systems form in the mind and how they keep victims psychologically
trapped, even long after physical escape.

This is the tragic story of a beautiful mind locked in the chains of
repression, desperately longing for a better life she was told didn’t
exist—until she found the courage to leave it all in the red clay
Alabama dust that almost choked her.

 

About the Author
Crystal Ball
Crystal Ball went from the bottom 5% of poverty, raised in an extreme
religious cult, to the top 5% of earners as a self-made entrepreneur. Her
journey spans the gritty aisles of the convenience store industry to
high-level real estate deals, with stops in journalism, public speaking, and
personal reinvention along the way.

Crystal writes with brutal honesty and piercing insight, drawing from years of
painful isolation, spiritual control, and emotional suppression. Her work
offers a raw, eye-opening perspective on the lasting damage of authoritarian
belief systems—especially in a world where right-wing extremism is on
the rise.

Now living her dream life in Panama City Beach, Florida, Crystal is the proud
mom of two incredible sons. Her mission is to spark courageous conversations,
dismantle shame, and champion the power of self-liberation—one story at
a time.

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Date Published: 06-30-2025

Publisher: She Writes Press

 

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Having spent ten summers on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation near
Glacier National Park, part of her doctoral fieldwork for a PhD in Native
American Art History, forty-two-year-old Lynne Spriggs thinks of Montana as
her healing place. When she moves to “Big Sky Country” from the
East Coast in a quest to reset her life, she has high hopes for what awaits
her.

Great Falls, a farming and military town in central Montana, is not what Lynne
imagined when she decided to leave city life behind. But her dream of being
more connected to nature in the American West comes alive when she meets
Harrison, a handsome rancher thirteen years her senior. Wary but curious, with
her dog Willow by her side, she leans into the seasonal rhythms of
Harrison’s hidden valley and opens her heart to a wild language that
moves beyond words. In a modern world where listening is rare, Elk Love
explores an intimate place where loneliness gives way to wonder, where the
natural world speaks of what matters most.

 

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About the Author
Lynne Spriggs O'Connor
Before moving to the rural West at age forty-two, Lynne Spriggs O’Connor
curated exhibitions of folk and self-taught art at the High Museum in Atlanta.
She spent ten summers on northern Montana’s Blackfeet Indian reservation
while pursuing fieldwork for her PhD in Native American Art History at
Columbia University. She also worked in the film industry as Production
Coordinator for Spalding Gray and Jonathan Demme on the iconic Swimming to
Cambodia. After landing in Montana, she curated Bison: American Icon, a major
permanent exhibit for the Charlie Russell Museum on bison in the Northern
Plains. Elk Love is her first memoir. For the past fifteen years, she and her
husband have lived on a cattle ranch in an isolated Montana mountain valley
east of the Rockies, where her life centers on writing, animals, and family.

 

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Dadisms, The Wisdom and Wit of Dad

 

Nonfiction, Feel Good, Memoir

 

Date Published: July 29, 2025

Publisher: Elite Online Publishing

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If you liked “Chicken Soup for the Soul” or “Tuesdays
with Morrie,” you will love this book.

 

You Make My Heart Giggle: Dadisms, The Wisdom and Wit of Dad is the perfect
book for anyone who cherishes the timeless wisdom of fathers and the lessons
they impart, often disguised as quirky sayings. Whether you’re seeking
inspiration, laughter, or a heartfelt reminder of life’s most cherished
values, this book is for you.

Inside, you’ll discover:

Time-tested Dadisms, each packed with wisdom to inspire courage,
persistence, and optimism—so you can tackle life’s challenges with
confidence.

Historical insights and personal stories, showing how these simple sayings
align with some of history’s greatest moments, giving you a new
appreciation for their deeper meanings.

A heartfelt tribute to fatherhood, reminding you of the love, humor, and
guidance that shape our lives, so you can cherish and pass these lessons down
to generations.

 

This book is authentic, inspiring, and proven to make you laugh, reflect, and
appreciate the impact of a father’s words in ways you never imagined.

Don’t wait, grab your copy today and relive the wisdom, laughter, and love
that only a dad can provide!

 

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A little about my dad

Little Johnny as my father was known spent his early childhood in cache
valley a beautiful mountain setting in northern Utah. The valley was lush and
green in summer with horses and cows grazing peacefully in fields framed by
homemade log and wire fences. The severe winters were in stark contrast to the
mild summers. bitterly cold but beautiful. Each morning the sun would stream
through the trees causing the hoar frost (which had settled on the branches
during the night) to sparkle like a thousand little gems. Against a cobalt
blue sky, the contrast was stunning. cache valley was a wonderful place for an
active young boy to grow up in. pine covered mountains to climb, clear running
rivers to fish and plenty of places to explore. cache valley got its name from
the mountain men and trappers who traveled the Rockies in search of valuable
furs, fox, beaver and bear, beaver pelts were in high demand in the east
because top hats were all the rage and a beaver top hat signaled wealth and
class. Jim Bridger, and Jedediah Smith were a few of those who roamed the high
mountains in the 1820’s. Jedediah was born and raised in Boston, Jim
hailed from Chicago These young men had left the comforts of eastern cities
for the lonely and rugged life in the west. it was a solitary existence always
working the trap lines by themselves. Each spring around the first week in
May, these intrepid young men would assemble together (to retrieve their
hidden furs “caches” that they had created during the winter
months,) in what was for them the high social event of the year It was called
the rendezvous.

Dads father Rube was slight of build. He had come from humble circumstances.
raised on a small farm that managed to put food on the table but little else.
Rube would spend his entire life raising livestock and living off the land the
same as his father and his grandfather before him had done. Dads mother
Charlotte was the daughter of John Anderson. A tall man, and rather quiet and
soft spoken. He was impeccable in appearance. altogether a rather handsome
man. He had amassed a small fortune in real estate, as president of the Logan
First National Bank and the proprietor of the ZCMI Mercantile Store on main
street. in 1864 as a young boy He had walked from St Louis to the Rocky
Mountains to homestead with his family in the northern Utah Territory. it was
said of charlotte that she could have any man in the valley but settled on a
quiet country boy. As a cattleman Rube was hardly ever home. He was demanding
of his children but in a kind sort of way.

My father (little Johnny) was a very active and outgoing young boy with little
fear of anything, always towering over his fellow schoolmates. Despite his
size, he was a kind and gentle child. As an adult, he was larger than life not
only physically, but he was also large intellectually, emotionally, and
spiritually. At 6’ 6” 320 pounds, size 16 shoes, coat size 56,
everyone quit calling him little Johnny and he simply became known as Big
John.

He had an unwavering love for his country. He was part of what Tom Brokaw
called “the Greatest Generation“ serving in world war II in the
south pacific. He was involved in the battles at Saipan, Tinian, Iwo Jima,
Leyte, Philippines, and Okinawa. along with being part of one of the first
contingencies to enter Hiroshima after the Atomic Bomb was dropped.

He loved golf, he loved to travel, he never held public office but was deeply
involved in local caucuses, state conventions, and campaigning for candidates
he believed in. As far as singing, he could not carry a tune, but he loved
music and the arts and saw to it that we often attended the Utah Symphony,
plays at the Promised Valley Play House, and excursions to the local galleries
so we could appreciate fine art. We could decide for ourselves as to whether
or not we wanted to play sports, but we had no such freedom when it came to
learning how to play a musical instrument. To dad it was non-negotiable, He
said simply. “You will”

I knew he loved me not only by what he said but by what he actually did. One
night in late August of1968, my father came home from work and asked me if I
could visit with him for a few minutes. My first though was “Oh no what
have I done now. I soon realized that his tone was very different from past
visits. He said, “Son I have been offered the job to be the principle of
your high school, and I need to know if that would bother you in any
way”? I then asked him “what he would do if the answer was
yes”, His response surprised me, he said “Son, you are far more
important than any job could ever be, and if it would cause you even the
slightest worry or concern, I will turn the job down” I knew that he
really wanted that job but I also knew he really meant what he said. My answer
to him was that it would be fine and for the next 3 years we had what many
would call a rather unique experience together.

I hope the stories I tell here will be of some interest, but more importantly
I hope it will awaken in each reader the realization of the lessons that each
has learned from those who have been their source of inspiration and learning.
Those who have truly made a difference in their lives.

 

 

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Brent was a product of the fascinating and turbulent decades of the 60’s
and 70’s. He came from a very average middle-class family. Growing up,
he would be labeled by society’s standards as almost invisible. He was
surrounded by incredible role models that greatly influenced his life,
including teachers, friends, and most importantly, family. Brent was an Eagle
Scout and served a two-year mission for his church in Northern England.

He met his future bride in a geology class at the University of Utah and
graduated with a BS degree in History. Putting himself through school, he
worked for First Security State Bank. Brent taught students with reading
disabilities at Union Jr High School and History at Alta High School before
leaving education to work for Pfizer Pharmaceutical. Eventually, he started
his own highly successful construction company, which now includes three of
his sons as part of the family business. He also owns 3 companies involved in
real estate development and acquisition.

Brent’s greatest joy comes from his family. He is a proud father to 2
daughters and 5 sons, and a contented grandpa to 30 grandchildren, with one
great-grandchild on the way. He loves sports, photography, travel, especially
in France, England, Holland, and the inside passage of Alaska and being in the
outdoors; he cherishes time at their cabin in the Manti Lasal mountains or
their condo in the red rock country of southern Utah. He enjoys hiking and
rappelling slot canyons in the southwest and river running, especially the
mighty Colorado River. Brent also started the Metra Learning Center and
On-line productions. He played the clarinet in the University of Utah marching
and pep bands and remarkably built his first home with no prior construction
experience, which still stands 45 years later.

Throughout his life, Brent has been driven by the undeniable influence one
person can have on generations untold and the profound lessons taught by a
father to his sons and daughters. His life reflects the deep and enduring
relationship between a father and his children.

 

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