Welcome to the Miniature Juggernaut! A new book soon to be released!

What if there are other worlds in other dimensions? What if the people in these worlds or dimensions are not too different from us? And what if we found a way to go there and discovered that men from our world have visited before? Additionally, what if when you went there your body changed from that of a man to a boy!

The Miniture Juggernaut is an exploration of possibilities. How could we relate as modern man and as Christians to a world of magic and intelligent non-humans. Do people and intelligent non-humans of other worlds benefit from the new covenant given by God to the people of this world? If we ever encountered intelligent alien life in the future this would be a serious question.

The Miniture Juggernaut also examines the heart of man, even if it is in the body of a little boy. If you were thrust into another world with little or no hope of returning, would you abandon all that you believed in and embrace the new life, or would you retain your identity, your morals, your integrity, your fidelity to your wife, your family and your God?

Those who have read the story know it to be a swirl of survival situations; wilderness survival, social survival and martial survival as Jason (the main character) faces enchanted beings, mythological beasts and, of course, goblins, trolls and dragons! Above all this, it carries the theme that man makes his strategy and plans, but it is God who gives the victory.

I invite you to explore the possibilities with me and to share your thoughts, feelings and inspirations.

…The big man tried another tactic, which was a mistake; he smiled. His top teeth were filed to fine points, which Jason knew to be characteristic of many cannibalistic tribes.
He involuntarily stepped back at the sight of the stranger’s fierce grin. The big man moved surprisingly quick, leaping across the distance and grabbing Jason’s arm so firmly that it hurt. He was shocked to feel pain, because as a grown man he would not have even noticed it.
His captor laughed in triumph, speaking to himself while smacking his lips. He produced a leather strip from somewhere and forced the boy to turn away from him as he began to wrap one end of the leather around the wrist behind the boy’s back.
Recovering from the shock, Jason’s martial arts training took over and he kicked back into the man’s shin. When his blow landed, he jerked his arm loose while simultaneously stepping back into the big man’s chest and then grabbing the man’s other wrist. Reflexively he tried to do a hip throw, but failed because he was just a boy instead of a man. After slipping an arm around the waist and pulling hard on the elbow, to his dismay he only managed to trip the big man up a little.
The man was surprised at the speed and agility of Jason’s retaliation, but was quick to recover and responded with a backhand that sent the boy flying to the ground. Jason instinctively rolled, years of training teaching him how to fall, and was back on his feet in time to meet the big man’s charge.
Had Jason been fighting as the large muscular man he was only a few days ago, he would have had no trouble throwing the charging barbarian, but he had to remind himself to fight as a kid would against someone over three times his weight. He sidestepped the charging man and kicked backward into the joint of the man’s leg, driving him down to one knee.
Jason ran. He had a head start, but the big man had instincts like an animal and was apparently no stranger to fighting or killing. Ducking into some thick brush, he hoped to dissuade his pursuer from continuing the chase, but the large man crashed through the brambles as though they were wisps of fog and grabbed Jason around the arms from behind. Jason flung his heel into the man’s groin and was quickly released as the man groaned in pain. Seizing the opportunity, Jason did a kids move, jumping straight up, driving the top of his head under the man’s jaw, laying the pointy-toothed cannibal out flat on his back.
He ran again, hoping that might be the end of the attack and not wanting to stick around to find out. He ran back towards the hollow tree where he had stashed his gear. He was breathing hard as he crossed the clearing when a hand grabbed him from behind a tree. The big man had recovered more quickly than Jason would ever have expected and made up the distance between the two of them remarkably fast. This time, he was playing for keeps and capturing Jason was not on his mind as he raised the heavy knife to strike a deep blow in the lad’s chest.
Instinct took over as Jason reacted to the latest attack. His hand was on his saw-toothed bone club as he bent and dove through the only opening he had between the big man’s body and the edge of the knife. As he spun, he popped out of the man’s grip. The opening he escaped through was between the large man’s legs, a move he never could have executed as an adult. Jason rolled to standing again with blood dripping off the small war paddle.
The barbarian looked down at the blood flowing from his thigh where Jason’s tool had left its mark. He looked shocked for a moment and then screamed in bestial rage as he charged at Jason with his knife held high.
Feeling surprisingly calm, Jason stood his ground. He would have pulled out his gun if there was time, but in this moment timing was everything. Jason waited until the last second before he kiai-ed, (the karate yell used to focus effort) leaping past the big man’s good leg, purposely slashing it deeply to the inside. The enraged cannibal tried to spin with him but stumbled and fell at the end of the turn.
By now Jason had the gun in his hands and had it trained on the sitting barbarian who simply stared at it with no comprehension, not understanding the danger it represented to him. Knowing he was defeated, and now bleeding profusely, the man looked at Jason pleadingly as he dropped his knife and grabbed at his wounded legs.
Jason squatted and considered doing what he could to save the man’s life – after the man lost consciousness. When the weakened barbarian finally closed his eyes, Jason holstered the gun and used the man’s knife to cut a strip off his pants to serve as a tourniquet. He bound the first wound as best as he could to staunch the flow of blood, but before he could apply the second of the strips the man was dead.
He had never killed anyone before, since he had always been strong and skilled enough to prevent that. Strangely, he did not feel as bad as he thought he would. The guy had tried to kill him after all, and He was only defending himself. He said a prayer for the big man’s lost soul and left the body to replenish the forest from which he had made his living…