Bio: Lowell Dean Dodson was born and raised in Sand Springs, a suburb of Tulsa, Oklahoma where he currently resides. He has traveled to every state in the Union sans Alaska and Hawaii and has lived in many cities following the aerospace industry, which he has over thirteen years experience working with advanced aero-composites structures. With his family he has traveled outside the country extensively in Canada and the Netherlands. He is an engineer working in the field of analytical X-ray for PANalytical, the inventor of the technology. Lowell's wife Loretta has been at his side for a decade and he has a daughter, Cheri. Lowell is a published author of award winning poetry, which can be found in the following volumes:
"The Best Poems and Poets of 2001" ISBN 0-7951-5174-8, "Best Poems and Poets of 2002" ISBN 0-7951-5175-6, "Unspoken Dreams" ISBN 0-7951-5027-X, "Home at Last " ISBN 1-58235-551-7
Fearsome is a chronology of the life and times of Leo Fearsome. It's filled with action and adventures that he and his associates experience while he follows his father's path as a test pilot. His paranormal abilities make him an integral link with his futuristic word as he searches for the truth of his father's death, which explodes into intrigue and war with an ancient controlling alien force. Set in a possible near future world it rings familiar but is an ultra modern reflection of what might be. Written as a trilogy book one "Fearsome", is complete and is approximately 84,000 words, which takes the reader through Leo's childhood into adulthood where he faces his nemesis the Atrochen and finds connections to his roots of Atlantis. Book two is 66% Complete and will finish the war as Leo takes the fight to the Atrochen and discovers his destiny. Book three has been outlined and is expected to be complete in the near future.
What is will be again
Leo’s gaze fell upon the Tiger. It was an unrecognizable smoldering hulk as the fire suppression system had expended the last of its reserves. The thirty-foot long vehicle had a hole nine feet in diameter that encompassed the front right hand corner. The hull was blown cleanly away and the hole covered more than a third of the nose and almost a quarter of the right side as well as a section of the roofline. The caterpillar track on the right side was twisted and broken like an old worn out discarded watchband. The rear left corner was mushroomed out as a peeled banana from the exit of the devastating weapons effect. The interior was completely gutted and burning debris was strewn in all directions but mostly in a path down range in the direction of the hit. Leo’s gaze was abruptly torn away as someone rolled him onto his back. If the Tiger was dead, he could not be far behind. A convulsion forced a warm fluid out his mouth and it ran down the corners of his lips and along his cheeks into his hair. He knew it was blood but it didn’ t matter. A golf ball would have easily passed through the hole in his left upper chest that perforated his body. Through his glazed eyes he looked into a maroon sky with pink and orange streaks ripping across it. Deep blue and violet shadows formed on the underbelly of the high altitude cloud layer that was bathed by the bright red-giant star’s light that hung low on the horizon. He gasped for breath but only a slurping sucking sound was reward for his effort. His body was dyeing, but he had no fear. Slowly he entered a So Shin Do trance and as the shimmering sky faded an image formed of a boy that lived a carefree life and had a mind filled with adventures.
After too long a time to mention I have began the tribute to Barbara Dodson Website. I invite you to enjoy a small representation of her contribution to the advancement of Art.