JC Braswell - Author


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The Lighthouse Keeper

Eleven-year-old Davey McCrary dreams of another life, one free from his alcoholic father’s abuse and the daily torment he suffers from middle school bullies. He finds solace in his mother’s old mythology book, especially the chapter about mermaids. The picture looks like his mom. If only he could see her again.
Dreams become reality when Davey hears her call from the abandoned lighthouse, the same structure she leapt from to end her life. After seeing his mother’s image within the waters from atop the lighthouse, Davey jumps in hopes of joining her, only to enter another world called The Nether where he meets the same fantastical creatures – the mermaid and the kraken – he read about in the mythology book.
He must assume the mantle of The Lighthouse Keeper and cross the Endless Ocean to battle the one being who would see the destruction of both worlds, an enigma called the Dark Guardian. But as he sails across the golden waters, he realizes his father’s shadow looms large over his passage. Now, he must confront his greatest fears or condemn the world around him to fall under the Dark Guardian’s power.



Coming September 22, 2016

One hundred years removed from the second Black Plague, America’s population concentrates in massive urban hubs, dependent on the corporation known as GenoSix to produce X-2, a serum engineered to suppress the plague by halting the aging process. Alcatraz guard Crixtian Donovan ignores the politics of it all. He’s content with working overtime for his wife’s next injection. But after she’s arrested for a crime she didn’t commit, Crixtian discovers the truth behind America’s recovery.

The self-proclaimed “Curer of the Masses” President Sullivan holds court from Chicago. Sullivan’s regime uses X-2 as a tool to maintain his several-decades-long presidency and crush those who would challenge his rule. Many have tried. All have fallen. Yet murmurs of an uprising fester within the Fringe, one that involves a ghost from Crixtian’s past, a ghost that will cast him into the middle of a rebellion that will change the country forever.

With America on the brink of revolution, two men will navigate the fate of Sullivan’s tattered red, white, and blue. One will decide how to punish. The other must choose between self-preservation and embracing the revolution by forsaking his wife.


The Ghosts of My Lai

Coming Winter 2016

Lieutenant Chris Williams wanted to bury his past in Vietnam, choosing to enlist while others fled. But what he found in the war-ravaged nation, where men confronted their primal nature, was far more menacing that the guilt of killing his fiancé and unborn child.

Chris Williams and his platoon flee My Lai – the site of an unfathomable massacre by U.S. Troops – only to have their helicopter shot down into unchartered jungle.  Cut off from the outside world, Williams is cast into the role of the reluctant leader and must navigate the band of survivors out of the vast unknown. What starts as a simple escape mission soon descends into borderline mutiny as the small band find themselves hunted by something much darker than the Viet Cong.


About JC Braswell

A fan of Lewis, Hemingway and Tolkien, JC Braswell writes in a few different genres, including Horror, Sci-Fi, and Young Adult.

He was born in 1977 in Baltimore and currently resides just south of the city with his wife and daughter.


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War…war is hell, but they didn’t say anything about a damned plague. The whole damned base is desolate. Xs – the types I read about in history class – mark the barracks, the homes, the schools. Every building is a mausoleum. Every. One. I want to venture out to see if anyone else is alive, but I know the red haze would take me. Mike disappeared in that fog a week ago. It’s alive with the scent of death, a putrid smell that cakes the nostrils and tongue. That’s how they say it starts – the stench of your organs rotting from the inside.

Every cough constricts my throat, squeezing it together like a vice, pasted with the mucous gathering in the back of my throat. I panic each time, wondering if it would be my last, until I breathe the fetid air into my lungs. Then I know I have one more breath in me, one last chance to look down upon my little Emilia in her eternal sleep. – Journal Entry – Darren Wilson, year unknown



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