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Tales of the Republic Series
Tales of the Republic: Kentucky Blood (Book 1)
Goodwin County, Kentucky was never meant to change.
For generations, families worked the same farms, attended the same churches, and looked after one another through hard times and good. But beyond the rolling hills and quiet roads, the world is changing. Wars are fought in distant lands. New laws reshape old freedoms. And decisions made by powerful people begin reaching places they have never set foot.
As uncertainty spreads across America, the people of Goodwin County do what they have always done: they endure.
Through friendship, faith, loss, and sacrifice, Kentucky Blood follows ordinary men and women trying to hold on to the things that matter most while the foundations of their nation slowly shift beneath their feet.
Set in the larger world of Tales of the Republic, this is a story about family, community, and the forgotten people who often pay the highest price for the ambitions of others.
Because history is not only made by leaders and armies.
Sometimes it is carried forward by farmers, mechanics, preachers, mothers, and friends who refuse to let their way of life disappear.
Before morning light can heal us, we must first tell the truth about what we carry.
Morning Light and Heavy Things is a heartfelt poetry collection about grief, childhood, family, faith, memory, regret, love, and the quiet hope that survives even after life has wounded us.
Divided into four emotional sections, this collection walks through the heavy places of the heart, the small moments that shape childhood, the lessons left behind by those we love, and finally into the morning light of God’s mercy and grace.
These poems speak of fathers and sons, mothers and children, broken homes, lost time, quiet sacrifices, old wounds, forgiveness, and the love that remains when everything else has changed.
Some poems are painful.
Some are tender.
Some are prayers.
Some are memories.
But all of them carry the same truth:
The night may be long, but it does not get the final word.
For readers who enjoy reflective, faith-centered poetry rooted in real life, family, healing, and hope, Morning Light and Heavy Things is a collection about surviving sorrow, recognizing love, and remembering that even after the longest night, God still sends the morning.
The Dominion
They only wanted a quiet week away.
After a long summer of work, Luke and Mary take their children to a remote cabin buried deep in the woods—a place of glass walls, tall pines, and silence thick enough to feel like peace. For a while, it is exactly what they need. Baseball in the yard. Shared meals. Laughter echoing through timber beams.
Then the book appears.
No title. No author. Handwritten pages beginning with a testimony from 1683—an account of something ancient sealed in ink and blood. At first it feels like a curiosity. Then it begins to change.
Mary’s migraines vanish when she reads.
The internet dies. The road will not lead out. The forest grows closer.
Animals gather at the edge of the clearing, watching.
And the story in the book begins to mirror their lives—too precisely, too deliberately. It does not predict the future. It tells stories. Stories of dominion, of roots older than man, of something that once ruled the trees before people came. The more Mary reads, the more the world outside bends to match the page.
Soon the family realizes the truth: they are not trapped in the woods.
They are inside something.
As the forest tightens around the cabin and ancient forces press against the glass, Luke must fight to save his children—and the woman he loves—from a power that feeds on doubt, memory, and fracture. But some seals are written in blood, and some doors only close when someone chooses not to walk back through them.
In a story where love is tested against something older than creation, the question is not whether evil exists.
It is whether it can be bound again.
The Veiling Series
This series tells the story of what comes after the world breaks—after the Tribulation begins, after judgments are poured out, and after humanity is forced to confront what it has long ignored.
Rooted in the Book of Revelation, The Veiling series follows the return of God’s authority to a world stripped of illusion. As the veil between the physical and the unseen thins, ancient truths surface, shadows move openly, and the cost of faith becomes unavoidable.
These books are not about heroes who save the world.
They are about witnesses.
About obedience when understanding is withheld.
About light that does not conquer by force, but endures.
Across the series, readers will follow those who are drawn, marked, and gathered—not to build a kingdom of their own, but to prepare for the coming of one that already belongs to God. As seals are opened, judgments unfold, and the old order collapses, the story moves steadily toward its promised end: the return of the Son and the restoration of all things.
This is a narrative of prophecy lived out in ordinary lives—fathers, children, the faithful and the fearful—caught between a world passing away and a kingdom drawing near.
The Veiling begins with the breaking.
The Gathering follows those who answer the call.
What comes after is not destruction—but revelation.
The Nipetaw Cycle
Before history named the sickness…
Before empires fell…
Before the world understood what it was breathing…
There was Nipetaw.
A relic drawn from the earth.
A decision made in faith.
A catastrophe misremembered as conquest.
The Nipetaw Cycle is a sweeping historical thriller series that spans centuries — from the fall of the Aztec capital, to the fragile alliances of the Powhatan Confederacy, to modern America where the earth yields up what should have remained buried.
Each generation believes it can control what the last one feared.
Each generation learns the same lesson.
Some things do not stay dormant.
Some mistakes do not stay buried.
And history does not always record the true cause of collapse.
Blending meticulous research with atmospheric dread, The Nipetaw Cycle explores faith, leadership, guilt, and the unintended consequences of disturbing forces beyond human understanding.
From stone temples to forest confederacies to quarantined valleys, Nipetaw is not just a sickness.
It is a reckoning.
From the Boxcar – Weekly Dispatch
The Innocence Before the War
I enjoy writing the American saga of Tales of the Republic because there is an innocence to it. Not innocence in the sense that the world is safe, because it is not. America is already wounded. The country is deteriorating. Its sovereignty has been sold away, and its people are learning what happens when safety becomes a leash.
But compared to what is happening overseas, America still does not fully understand the storm coming for it.
Across Europe and beyond, the world is already coming apart. Nations are fracturing. Coalitions are breaking under the weight of war. Death, destruction, and unimaginable suffering have become daily reality for people who have no oceans left to protect them. A plague unlike anything the world has ever seen has begun to move through the chaos, and once it spreads, no border or flag will matter.
That is what makes the American side so haunting to me. Danny Harper and the others are fighting the war in front of them, but they are still blind to the larger one. They know the UN has taken too much. They know the Harmony Zones are cages disguised as mercy. They know something has gone terribly wrong with the country they were born into.
What they do not know is that the world beyond their shores is already bleeding out.
America, protected by her waters, has been given the luxury of time. Not peace. Not safety. Time. A small delay before the suffering overseas finally reaches her door. For a while, that distance allows people to believe their struggle is still contained within borders, politics, and resistance.
But time always runs out.
For years, I have shaped and written the Tales of the Republic universe, building the world piece by piece until the larger picture became clear. By the time I reached the final novel, I stopped and looked back at the beginning. I realized there was still untouched ground in America, virgin land that had not yet been tainted by the full smell of war and plague.
That is where this part of the story lives.
The American saga is the last breath before the larger nightmare arrives. It is the moment before innocence shatters. Before the war overseas becomes more than distant rumor. Before the plague becomes more than someone else’s suffering. Before Danny and the others learn that the fight for Kentucky was only one piece on a much larger board.
The board is set.
The die has been cast.
And soon, the war will come to Danny’s door.
— Gary Bowman
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About the author
Raised in rural Virginia and shaped by faith, family, and hard work, Gary Bowman writes stories about ordinary people facing extraordinary worlds.