Login Register Our Team Contact FAQs Terms of Use

After 500 Years Rediscover the Meaning of Martin Luther Through Mad Jones, Heretic

The First Book in ‘The Accidental Prophet’ Series Offers a Dazzling 1990s Satire of Religion, Media, Politics, and Sex

For decades Quin Hillyer has established his reputation as a fair-minded journalist, engaged political activist, and principled conservative commentator. Now discover another of this gifted writer’s talents in his debut novel, Mad Jones: Heretic.

Mad Jones, Heretic: An Idol-Smashing Satire of Politics, Religion, Sex, and Media Madness At the 1990s’ End

Discover the bold vision of Quin Hillyer in this first volume of The Accidental Prophet trilogy, Mad Jones, Heretic. Read the first two chapters here! “Mad looked over what he had written. He thought he might be making headway towards some important ideas, but he really didn’t know what, and his mind was too disturbed right now, his heart too pained, for him to really care much where this was leading. All he knew was that after he wrote each thesis, he knew approximately where to look in the Bible, through some trial and error, to make the next thesis follow at least a semi-logical pattern. And that somehow the logic of writing helped mask the pain of grief.”

Justice, Inc : His Business is Revolution. And Business Is Good.

Discover the exhilarating adventure of J.P. Medved’s sci-fi action-thriller Justice Inc:
“The door blew inward in a blinding flash, molten steel and metal shards peppering the room like a shotgun blast. The emir was knocked onto his back. In his shock he thought he heard screams. Two more explosions filled the room with smoke and thunder. The screaming stopped.

Filled now only with an animal sense for self-preservation, the Mighty Emir scrambled to his hands and knees and felt frantically through the debris for his pistol. He was dimly aware, through the ringing in his ears and the dust and blood in his eyes, of the dark shapes moving swiftly toward him from the other side of the room.

Finally his fingers closed on the cool grip of the .45. He slid it from underneath a blackened wooden board, but as he tried to raise it off the floor, a khaki combat boot came slamming down against his wrist. The emir let go of the pistol with a scream. Pain shot up the entire length of his arm as his wrist bones shattered and ground against each other.”