Wednesday, April 15, 2026
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
BROOKLYN MASALA: Hilarious New Cozy Mystery Now Available for Preorder!
I'm so thrilled to announce that my new amateur sleuth/cozy mystery "Brooklyn Masala" is now available for preorder at Amazon for only $2.99.
Who knew fixing your karma could be so dangerous?
Monday, June 30, 2025
New Short Story: The Firebird
So happy to announce I have a new short story, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ง๐, that is now available for pre-order:
๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ.
๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐?
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
An Alternative to THAT Fake A.I.-Generated Summer Reading List
Try this instead:
Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Finding the Perfect Title for Your Book
Wednesday, April 23, 2025
Cover Reveal: Brooklyn Masala, A Hilarious Tale of Guns, Gurus, and Gangsters
Thursday, October 19, 2023
Poem: The Smoke Rises High In The Negev Sky
A burning house, a car, a mother, a child
What happens to martyrs after they die-
Do their souls weep for all the defiled?
Do the Heavens cry out for those who are dead
And for the living who would take their place.
What happens to letters unsent and words unsaid-
Do they linger in some dark, quiet space?
When their memories are gone, their faces forgotten
Will the world pause to remember their dread?
Can life carry on from a peace misbegotten
After every last tear has been shed?
In the Holy of Holies, the cherubim cry out
They pray for their Zion restored
When the cedars of Lebanon will sprout in the wild
And the desert shall bloom like the rose.
When sorrow and sadness at last flee away
And the arrogance of man is brought low
And in the haunts where the jackals once lay,
Grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
New Poem: Dreams
A longing for an unreachable goal,
Obscure desires deep in our subconscious
That haunt us even as we sleep.
The nighttime is the mind’s chance to rebuild,
To awaken memories of a distant promise,
That lie dormant, hidden somewhere deep.
A world without order, a world without sense
Awaits us each night when we hibernate,
Each detail a mystical connection
That exists not in our waking state.
The search for meaning, the search for clues,
Answers to life’s riddles as we snooze
Friendships lost; tasks yet undone
That when we awake are soon forgotten.
Random images from a long time ago,
From out of childhood’s unconscious mind
That stalk us each night after bedtime
From out of the darkness and obscurity.
If only we could finally crack the code
And bring light to this eternal mystery!
Sunday, October 23, 2022
More on Universal Truths in Literature
Or are we?
As I wrote in my previous article, Humans have an insatiable desire for truth, and good literature and art in general awaken the knowledge of these truths that exist in our subconscious, especially since truth appears to be embedded in our DNA. In this sense, truth can never be excised, no matter how much we are told the opposite or subjected to propaganda. We know truth when we hear it, when we see it, and when we read it. We are drawn to truth like moths to a flame because it awakens in us concepts that are eternal, and can never be expunged from our souls. This is the reason why art and literature are usually the first things to go in totalitarian societies because art brings us dangerously close to the truth. It awakens us to the lies and distortions that we are subjected to. Art allows us to transcend our present situation, no matter how dire or repressive, with timeless concepts. It envelops our humanity in a cocoon of eternal wisdom and meaning that shield us from lies and deceit. Art is transparent. It allows us to see deep within a concept to its universal qualities and how they apply to our lives. Art never hides the truth: it illuminates and glorifies it. Art preserves the truth for future generations, teaching us what it means to be human in a chaotic and often dangerous world.
The Function of Art
If you ask the average person why they pick up a book to read, most people would say to be entertained, to get a thrill, to experience a romance, to travel, to learn, to feel some emotion. Hardly anyone would say they want to encounter a truth. For what is a truth? Who says if something is true or not? Who gets to decide these matters?
Allow me to illustrate.
Not too long ago I was reading an old classic called "Moonfleet" by J. Meade Falkner (1898), a historical novel about a young orphan who gets involved with smugglers. About four chapters in, I wasn’t too impressed with the novel. It was only when I reached Chapter 5 that I was awestruck. Un the first two pages of Chapter 5, I encountered no less than four universal truths. This is astounding given the fact that most novels are lucky if they contain even one universal truth. Here were four in a few paragraphs! How was this possible?
In the story, the orphan (John Trenchard) has lost his mother and father early on. He lives with an uncaring aunt who hated his father and resents having to raise him. Because young John feels so alienated in his aunt’s home, he often goes out wandering, and on one night, he spies some smugglers and follows them to their hiding place (a crypt) where he is unwittingly locked up and left to die.
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| James Trenchard is an orphan who finds himself in peril in "Moonfleet." |
During all the time he is sealed up in the vault, his aunt never goes looking for him. She never worries about him. In fact, she doesn’t even care that he’s gone. She's almost glad to be rid of him. It takes his teacher to go looking for him after he fails to appear in class several days in a row. But the teacher doesn’t go looking or him initially because he fears he’s missing. He goes to the aunt’s house to pay him a sick call, since he believes the boy is sick, and is shocked to discover the boy is not sick, but missing. When he asks about the boy, the aunt merely shrugs her shoulders and says, “He is run off I know not where, but as he makes his bed, must he lie on it. And if he run away for his pleasure, may stay away for mine. I have been pestered with this lot too long, and only bore with him for poor sister Martha’s sake. But ‘tis after his father that the graceless lad takes, and thus rewards me.” She them slams the door in the teacher’s face.
Initially the teacher believes the boy has run off to sea, but after putting a few clues together, he realizes the boy has been shut up in a vault and thus saves his life.
In these few paragraphs I learned some shocking universal truths. And by universal, they apply to everyone regardless of time or place. They apply to all humans on the basis of our shared humanity:
a) There’s a danger in being with people who don’t care about you. You must have someone to care about you and inquire after you.
b) You never know who will be your friend in the end and who will be your enemy.
c) Visiting the sick is not just a nice thing to do. It could literally save someone’s life.
d) When one does not love you, they will not care about you or ask about you.
In the end, the teacher finds John Trenchard close to death, and with the help of the local tavern-keeper, nurses him back to life. When John goes back to his aunt’s house, instead of welcoming him back home, she greets him with harsh words and does not let him cross the threshold, saying she would have no tavern-loungers in her house. She tells John to go back to the tavern and he realizes that his aunt’s home has never been his true home:
“When I heard such scurvy words, felt the devil rise in my heart, and only laughed, though bitter tears were in my eyes. So I turned my back upon the only home that I had ever known, and sauntered off down the village, feeling very alone.”
And thus I learned still another universal truth: that people use religion and morality as a means to emotionally abuse people and exclude them.
"Moonfleet" is a great adventure novel about a boy overcoming terrible odds, but in the end, it is also a teacher of important truths. A simple story with such profound wisdom and moral teachings!
Tuesday, September 6, 2022
New Cover Reveal: Island on Fire - Romantic Historical Thriller
The novel is now on sale this Fall for .99 cents - Kindle version and $8.99 for the paperback. Take advantage of these new low prices to immerse yourself in a story of danger, romance, intrigue, adventure, and voodoo mysticism set at the turn of the last century on an island that is about to erupt from within, culminating in the worst volcanic disaster of the 20th century. You can buy a copy of ISLAND ON FIRE by clicking HERE.
Wednesday, August 31, 2022
Socrates: A Poem
I met a man of great renown
A scholar known as Socrates
This philosopher put me quite at ease
Great sir, said I, can you teach me—
The secrets of your philosophy?
And so, this Greek said with a wink:
“I cannot teach; I can only make you think!”
And so, I endeavored on a whim
To learn the secrets of his acumen
What made this man second to none?
He said, “Wonder is the beginning of wisdom.”
And then he said the strangest thing:
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
That knowledge is a virtue; and ignorance a sin
For greatness comes in knowing that we know nothing.
His philosophy was all I yearned
Yet there was so much more I had to learn
He said, “Education is the kindling of a flame
Let it not burn out and die in vain!”
Thursday, August 18, 2022
The Incredible True Story of America's First Shots Fired During WWI
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| The Odenwald in San Juan harbor. |
Were the port authorities justified?
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| Col. Teรณfilo Marxuach (1877 – 1939) |
The Captain of the ODENWALD, C. S. Segebarth, requested clearance to sail back to Hamburg the next day and 5000 tons of coal for the trip. Suspicious of the request, the local authorities decided to consult with Washington, D.C. and, afraid that the vessel would leave without clearance, alerted the commanding officer at the fortress of El Morro. Washington approved the use of force if necessary and the German captain of the ODENWALD was warned several times. Despite the Germans’ assurances that they would not leave without clearance, the soldiers on the fort made preparations in case such a situation occurred. A machine gun platoon was placed on the Bastiรณn de San Agustรญn, 500 feet from the Morro Castle commanded by Captain Wood, and the heavy guns of El Morro were readied under the command of Lt. Teรณfilo Marxuach.
In 1917, the Germans resumed the practice of unrestricted submarine warfare against all Allied ships, which led to America's entry into the war. But they never stopped their smuggling and sabotage activities, which is the basis of my novel, THE UNLIKELY SPY, now out on Kindle and paperback.
Monday, August 8, 2022
The Unlikely Spy - Available for Preorder - Read a Sample Here.
Today The Unlikely Spy is available for preorder. Casablanca meets Notorious in a tale of danger, intrigue, espionage, and adventure.
1917. Emma Christensen is a young widow
who returns to the Danish West Indies to reclaim the life and the villa she
left behind. When she discovers her husband has disinherited her in favor of
his young heir—an illegitimate son—she turns to the one thing she knows,
gambling, and soon finds herself deeply in debt.
Emma is approached by Cornelius Smith, a representative of an American shipping line, who offers an alternative: infiltrate the suspicious Hamburg-American Line and spy on its nefarious leader, Julius Luckner, to gain valuable business intelligence for his firm.
It doesn’t take long for Emma to realize that both Smith and Luckner are not as they seem. Close to the Allies but even closer to the enemy, Emma bravely engages in missions that could blow her cover at any moment. But with the Panama Canal at stake, how far will she go to help the Allies?
The Unlikely Spy is a gripping and suspenseful World War I thriller from an accomplished thriller and historical adventure writer.
Read an excerpt here:
From the moment she left the
telegraph office, Emma had an eerie feeling that someone was following her. It
stayed with her all the way back to the hotel. She felt as if someone was watching
her every move although she was quite certain she had slipped past the German
in the lobby.
When she returned to her hotel, waited impatiently for Smith’s cable. She called down to the front
desk numerous times to ask if any message had arrived for her, but the answer
was always no. With no other recourse, she went to bed, tossing and turning
half the night, fearing that something terrible had happened to Allendorf and now
she was all alone. This was completely unexpected. For several agonizing hours
she pondered what she should do, but couldn’t come up with a viable plan. The
Germans were watching her every move. She was basically trapped in her hotel
room, and Smith was counting on her to complete her mission. But no one could
have foreseen such a reversal.
As the hours ticked by, she
had an ominous feeling she couldn’t shake, that her life was hanging
in the balance. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she had an unsettling
feeling that would not quit.
When she could no longer
tolerate her insomnia, she picked up the phone and ordered a chamomile tea from
room service, hoping it would calm her jangling nerves. When the drink arrived,
she splashed a bit of rum in it from her trusty flask. Yet she still had a nagging
feeling that something was wrong.
Her eyes fell on her purse. It
sat on the nightstand near her bed, just within her reach. She opened it, took
out the pistol, and rehearsed priming it so she could use it in a tight spot.
She needed to have the movements go like clockwork. There was no room for
failure in this business. Luckily it only weighed two pounds. That made
slipping it into her pocket easier. The magazine was already loaded with seven
bullets. Seven chances to save her life. She gripped the pistol in her right
hand and racked the slide, then added a bullet to the barrel. Now it was ready.
She flicked the lever to “safe” and set the pistol down on the nightstand. Perhaps
now she could sleep.
She lay down, pulled the sheet
around her, and turned off the light. She closed her eyes and tried to relax,
but she could not fall asleep.
Outside, the moon cast a
luminous glow on the surroundings. Crickets croaked their nightly serenade and
the stars lit up the heavens. The palm fronds billowed in the breeze. The waves
crashing on the rocks sent an ominous warning. Emma found it difficult to sleep
in a different bed, and impossible to relax when she had so much on her mind,
so much responsibility on her shoulders.
She got up and peered outside.
Despite the late hour, there were still people milling about, laughing and
heading to restaurants and casinos. Horse carriages trotted past while
motorcars meandered down the streets, their glowing lights like the eyes of a
puma. Sounds of amusement echoed from the restaurant below. Lights shone from the
ships in Manzanillo Bay, creating a scene that was idyllic, almost peaceful.
Further out, she could see the lights on the ships waiting to enter the canal.
There was a long line of them that suspended off to the horizon. Each one had
its own purpose and destination. Each one could be sunk at any time by German
torpedoes or hidden bombs. She shivered. An explosion along the canal would
cause chaos for the Allies. The Kaiser would gloat in his victory. His generals
and their underlings would launch even more attacks. Emma could picture Luckner
in his office toasting his triumph, patting himself on the back even as the
embers of the canal still glowed.
She went back to bed and
covered herself with the sheet, trying to block out her worries. But it was impossible.
She had a sense of impending doom. And for some strange reason, the hairs on
the back of her neck stood up.
Suddenly she heard a scratching
noise near her door. A man’s footsteps shuffled just outside. She froze and
listened, not daring to move. Someone was fumbling with the lock, trying to
break in. She sat up in bed, listening. She felt her heart stop. Yes, somebody
was trying to break in.
She fumbled in the dark for
her pistol. She grabbed it, flicked the safety to “fire” then eased herself off
the bed. Crouching down on the floor, she listened as the noise continued ever
so slightly that it was barely detectable. She sat behind the bed, aiming the
pistol, not daring to breathe.
The latch turned and the door opened, allowing just enough light from the hallway to illuminate the figure of a man entering her room. When he was inside, he closed the door behind him and latched it. Her eyes widened. He tiptoed toward the bed and raised his hands as if to attack. Emma’s heart pounded as she released the pistol break and held her breath.
Available for preorder by clicking here.
A photo gallery of scenes in the novel:
The Grand Hotel, St. Thomas, Danish West Indies
Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas
Hotel Washington, Colon, Panama
U.S. ships guarding the Panama Canal, 1918
Havana, Cuba
Fashions circa WWI.
Sophie Schiller writes thrillers and historical adventures. Her latest novel is THE UNLIKELY SPY, a WWI Spy Thriller set in the Caribbean, Mexico, and Panama. Sophie's other novels, THE LOST DIARY OF ALEXANDER HAMILTON, ISLAND ON FIRE, RACE TO TIBET, and TRANSFER DAY are available from Amazon, Nook, Kobo, Google Play, and iTunes.









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