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“I Died Once” (4th Edition) Proofs Ordered

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, James Mahoney, Novella, Self Publishing, Writing on January 9, 2018 by darkjade68


I made the few changes to the Interior Docs of “I Died Once” 4th Edition, and I went with this Cover for now (Above)…

Still considering the one below


For now I ordered a couple copies of the First Cover, once I see it I’ll decide if I want to order a couple with the Second Cover

If you’ve never read “I Died Once”, here’s the Prolog;


Mady was a Dark Child…

She often sat alone in her bedroom, on the floor, sorting through this or that. Generally some sort of pharmaceuticals.

It’s good that she was never allowed to own a cat… or a fish… or any other sort of domestic animal, as they would have likely ended up at the end of some sort of experimentation… with drastic results.

It’s not that she’s “mean” per-se… No.

It’s more that she’s disjointed, an outcast really, from her own home…

From her mother’s heart.

Yes, Mady is a dark one, but what else was she to be in a world devoid of light.

Who Is James Mahoney?

Posted in Film, Film Making, James Mahoney, Legends Productions, Star Wars, Writing on July 3, 2017 by darkjade68

From Age 8 To Age 48, My Creative Journey/Path

Maverick… What I’ve Learned So Far

Posted in Blog, Film, Film Making, James Mahoney, Life, Love, Writing on March 17, 2016 by darkjade68


Maverick… What I’ve Learned So Far



My First Memories As A Kid Were In A House Other Than The One I Spent The Majority Of My Childhood In… I Remember A Birthday Party, Where I Was Being Sung To, As I Shyly Face And Stomach Down Laid Upon A Large Beach Ball…

I Remember My Walk To Kindergarten On Day One Scaring The Living Daylights Out Of Me

Separating From My Mom

I Remember Sitting On Top Of A Red Ant Hill… Which Hurt, lol

I Remember Our Neighbors Turtle

I Remember Eating Paste In School, Followed By 2 Milks And 2 Cookies (When We Were Only Allowed 1 Of Each), Getting Sick, And Being Walked To The Nurse By The Girl I Had A Crush On

Somewhere In There I Determined That Someday I Wanted To Find The ‘One’… Crazy Little Romantic Kid I Guess

I Don’t Have Any Memories Of My Dad, Or My Sisters At That House… Only My Mom Walking Me To School, And/Or The One Time In My Life She Hit Me, Causing My Nose To Bleed, Which Freaked Me Out As I Thought My Face Was Bleeding, lol

Bad Day For Mom, As She Is Definitely Not The Type Of Person Who Hit Her Kids

I Have Vague Memories Of My 15 Month Younger Brother… Playing One Of Those Hockey Games… I Remember Making A Jekyll And Hide Model… With A Crazy Mutant Rabbit Who Had Gone All ‘Hyde’

Apparently My Mom And Dad Separated At This House At Some Point… But I Don’t Remember Any Of That



Then We Moved To An Amazing Canyon Area, Where My Dad And Mom Gave It A Go Again…

But That Didn’t Work, And I Was Glad He Left… Even At The Age Of 5, I Didn’t Think They Were A Good Match

Beyond That, My Memories Of My First Older Sister, Were Her Being Upset A Lot… At Us Sometimes, For Using Her Stuffed Animals When She Wasn’t Home, But Mostly She Seemed Upset At Mom… Either Way, She Wasn’t Around Much

And My Eldest Sister, I’m Not Sure I Have Any Memories Of Her Being Home At All… She Met A Boy In High School, And Stayed With Him For 15 Or So Years

And So It Was My Brother, My Mom And I Growing Up… As Well As My Mom’s Boyfriend, Who Is Still With Her Till This Day

Mom Was Sad A Lot, But Did Lots Of Therapy, And Worked Hard To Keep Us Fed And Safe…

Dad Paid Child Support, And Alimony, But For The Most Part When He’d Come Take Us To Dinner, He Would Just Tell Us We Should Go To School… As My Brother And I Missed A Lot Of It

So Much So, That Each Of Us Stayed Back Grades Purely Because Of Attendance

But Beyond The Sadness That We All Felt, And Beyond The Torturous Days At School…

My Brother And I Had An Immensely Imaginative Childhood

We Literally Played Hundreds, And Hundreds, And Hundreds Of Hours Of First Stuffed Animals, Then Little Men, Then Action Figures All The Way Through The Ages Of 12-14, Or Something Like That



In 1977 We Saw The First “Star Wars” Film, And Both Of Our Lives Were Changed… Followed Up By “The Empire Strikes Back” In 1980

At This Point I Realized Somewhere Inside Me, I Wanted To Be A Director/Filmmaker



When I Was 15, I Was Beyond Depressed… And The One Thing That Really Gave Me Much Of Any Happiness, Playing With My Brother, Had Faded To A Degree, As We Were Becoming Teenagers, And Instead We Fought More Than Ever…

That Coupled With The Last Year Of Junior High, Which Was Horrid, And I Decided To Make A Change

Dad Had Offered Us To Live With Him In Arizona (Where He Had Remarried) For Several Years, And My Brother Kept Saying He Was Going To, Then Backing Out

So When Dad Brought It Up When I was 15, In Addition To My Brother Saying He’d Like To Go Again, For The First Time, I Said I’d Like To Go

We Had A Family Therapy Session With My Mom’s Counselor, And Decided That I Would Go, Since I Had Never Shown Any Interest Before

This Was The Year That My Brother And I Got The Opportunity To Separate, And Come Into Our Own

He Became Stylish, And Cool… Dying His Hair, Buying ‘New Wave’ Clothing…

And I Started To Stop Hating My Looks, And Instead Accept Them, Go To School, And Suck Up All The Structure Around Me, As My Mom’s House Was Kind Of Rule/Structure-less

But At The End Of 9th Grade, Which I Was In At My Dads, I Missed My Mom, My Brother And My Mom’s Boyfriend, So I Moved Back Home



Sadly, From The Age Of 17 To Really The Age Of 28 I Was Pretty Numb

I Got A Job At 22 That Ended Up Leading To Making A Good Living, But I Also Decided To Begin Pursuing My Passion For Directing/Film Making, Only To Be Given An Ultimatum By The Person I Was Involved With, Who Was The First Person I Had Really Been In A Relationship With

She Basically Said If I Pursued Anything In The Film Industry, She’d Leave

And So Being Inexperienced As I Was In Love, And Life, I Agreed

And Thus From 22-28 I Went Further And Further Into A Kind Of Grey Numbness

The Relationship Died, And My Passion Was Displaced



In 1997 I Joined A Production Of “Hamlet”, And Found Passion Again

Sadly, While I Was At Rehearsals, The Person I Was With Was Beginning A Long Distance Relationship, Unbeknownst To Me Of Course

And In 1998, She Moved Out, And Suddenly, I Was Free

First I Purchased An Electric Guitar, And Began A Band With One Of My “Hamlet” Cast Members…

But Within 9 Months, I Decided To Walk Away From The Decent Paying Corporate America Job, And Finally Pursue My Greatest Passion…



In 2000, I Moved To Eugene Oregon, Where My Brother Was Living With His First Born Boy, And His Wife

During The 7 Months Being There, I Purchased A Hi-8 Video Camera, And Began Writing/Directing & Producing Many Experimental Film/Video Projects

This Is When I Realized I Wasn’t Just A Director, I Was Also A Writer

In July 2000 I Moved Back To California, Where I Wrote And Developed A Sci-Fi Teleplay (Television Screenplay), But My Bro Talked Me Into Moving Back To Eugene Oregon To Work On Short Films… And So I Moved Back

Sadly, His Marriage Was Falling Apart, And He Wasn’t Really Available To Pursue Projects With Me

In A Last Ditch Effort, Prior To Him Moving From Oregon Just 3 Months After I Got There, I Wrote, Shot And Edited My First Short Film

“If Not Now…”

Keep In Mind, I Shot This In An Hour And A Half, So It’s A Bit Rough… But Overall I Was Happy With It, And So Submitted It To A New York International Independent Film Festival, And Got It In

During This Time I Also Wrote A Play (My First), As Well As A First Draft Of A Feature Film Screenplay (White Jade)

Soon My Bro Would Move Out Of State For A Better Job, And I Was Left With The Need To Move Back To California

Though That Situation Became Very Difficult, It Was A Bit Fruitful In Regards To My Film Making And Writing…

In September Of 2002 I Flew With  My Dad To New York For The Film Festival, And Saw My Short Film Up On A Big Screen

It Changed Me Completely…

I Was A Filmmaker



Sadly In November Of 2002, I Got Very Sick (Had A Flu For Over A Month), And That, Coupled With The Fact That I Had Gotten Off Some Important Medicine Due To Being Broke And Insurance-less, Lead To Me Ending Up In A Hospital For 10 Days

My Heart Had Gotten Very Weak, Which Lead Me To Having A Device Implanted Called A Defibrillator, With The Purpose Of Protecting Me…

Sadly, After Having A Heart Doctor Flip Out During A Visit, I Stopped Going To See Him… And Thus Didn’t Realize That I Needed Regular Visits To Adjust The Defibrillator

In 2003 My Health Returned To Me, And I Started To Develop My Next Film In Arizona Whilst Living With My Musician Step Brother

Sadly Once Again, Because My Heart Got Stronger, It Caused The Defibrillator To Zap Me (Kind Of Like Those Paramedic Paddles) 8 Times In A 24 Hour Period, Which Completely Traumatized Me… It’s Because, As It Turned Out, I Was Supposed To Be Having The Defibrulator Adjusted As My Heart Got Stronger, So That It Wouldn’t Do That…

And I’ve Been Dealing With Varying Degrees Of Anxiety Ever Since

Anxiety mental health symbol isolated on white. Mental disorder icon design


From 2003 Up Until Now, I’ve Been Dealing With What Appears To Have Been A Degree Of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Maybe Not Quite Like The People Who Have Seen Military Action, But Still

From 2003 To 2008, I Was Always Afraid That The Defibrillator Was Going To Zap Me…

Which Made My Quality Of Life Not So Good… I Was Very Stressed When I’d Go Out… Always Taking My Pulse

And Then The Battery In The Device Finally Died (My Heart Is Strong, So I Decided Not To Replace The Battery)… But Instead Of Being Set Free From The Fear Of Being Zapped, I Had Then Developed A Fear Of Anxiety Itself

And That’s What I’ve Been Dealing With Since

In 2004 I Lived With My Brother In His New Location For A Few Months, But Kept Having Anxiety Attacks

And So I Basically Stayed In For The Most Part From 2004-2010

During This Time I Became A New York Yankee Fan (Playing Baseball Was My Earliest Dream, But Never Pursued It)

Familiarized Myself With Old Movies (Classics, Not Current)

Reconnected With Music (When I Was 16 Was The Only Time I Really Owned Much Music)

And Played 5 Years Of World Of Warcraft, lol

In 2010 I Finally Started To Go Out Some, But Was Still Stressed

And In 2011 I Started This Blog, And Began Developing My Creative Writing



On This Blog I Wrote Poetry, Blog Stories (Episode-ic), Fantasy Novels, Novellas And Much More

In 2012 I Self Published An 8 Page Partial Comic Book Based On My “White Jade” Screenplay, Which I Wrote Back In 2002 (First Draft), And Completed In 2004-5

White Jade Cover Book 1

White Jade Comic

I Also Self Published A Poetry BookA Cover (Maroon) - Winter Lust and Wonder Promo Image

“Winter, Lust, And Wonder” Printed Version @ Amazon


Kindle Version @ Amazon

I Died Once Cover

As Well As My First Novella

“I Died Once” Printed Version @ Amazon


Kindle Version @ Amazon

Mady Cover2

My Follow Up Novella “Mady’s Storm” Though Originally Written During That Time, Was Edited And Self Published At The End Of Last Year

“Mady’s Storm” Printed @ Amazon

But After A Year And A Half Of Writing, I Needed A Break, And Decided It Was Time To Try Integrate My Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Into My Day To Day Life…

Instead Of Not Talking To Anyone About It/Avoiding It



That’s When I Met My Soon To Be Best Friend Online, And A Couple Years Later, We Got Together



And At The End Of Last Year I Decided To Return To Film Making Via YouTube (It’s Inexpensive And Accessible)

Enter, “Legends Productions” My YouTube Video/Film Production Company


YouTube Channel


Facebook Page

Twitter @LegendsProd

INSTAGRAM @legendsproductions

Web Page

& Email

And After That Came



 YouTube Channel

Twitter @WhiteJadeSeries

INSTAGRAM @whitejadewebseries

“White Jade” Constructing A Vision Video

Which Is Currently In PreProduction



About A Month Or So Ago, I Started Going Out 3 or 4 Times A Week

I’m Not 100% At All, But At Least I’m Not Home All Of The Time



1 –  Follow Your Dreams If At All Possible

2 – Follow Your Heart

3 – Don’t Take Time Or People For Granted

4 – Life Is Long But Every Moment Is Precious

5 – Don’t Waste Time Or Energy On Regret

6 – Do The Things You Love

7 – Be With The People You Love

8 – Get Counselling If You Need It (Change, Breaking Patterns, And Forgiveness Whether Of Others Or Yourself Can Be Very Difficult, And Paralyze You In Life)

9 – Do What Makes You Happy, Not What Others Think You Should Do

10 – Strive For Balance In All Things

11 – Don’t Be A Victim (Of Your Past, Or Present… This Includes People, And/Or Situations That Make You Feel Like One)

12 – This Is Your One Life As This Person… Rebirths Or Not… Embrace Who And What You Are Now

13 – Remember To Breath (Many People Hardly Breath, Pay Attention To How You’re Breathing… It Will Bring You Better Health, And More Peace In Your Life)

14 – Be In A Healthy Environment (This Includes Where You Go, Work, Live… And Who You Have Around You)

15 – Live One Day At A Time (Planning And/Or Goals Are Helpful, But Spend Most Of Your Time Being In The Present With Life… With Yourself… And With Those That You Love)

16 – Depression Means You’re Living In The Past… Anxiety Means You’re Living In The Future… Be In The Present

17 – Age Is Just A Number… Quit Finding Things To Use As Excuses For Not Growing And/Or Progressing As A Person… You’re Missing Out On A Lot

18 – Family Is Huge… Whether It’s The People You Were Born Into… Or The Family That You Create Along The Way Via Friends Etc.

19 – Love Of Course Is The Answer, lol

Thanks For Listening


I Died Once – Prologue & Chapter I

Posted in I Died Once, James Mahoney, Novella, Story, Writing on December 15, 2014 by darkjade68

I Died Once Cover


I Died Once

A Novella


By James Mahoney













I Died Once

A Novella by James Mahoney


Cover Art by

Mónica Gomes @

Cover Design by

James Mahoney

& Kirsty Pang @

Editing by

Nina Colt

Special Thanks to Bethany Beckman



The Author

James Mahoney is a self-published author living in Southern California. A dreamer and storyteller, James’ first dream at the age of five was to be a professional baseball player.

This changed, however, in 1977 after seeing the original “Star Wars” in theaters. It was then that James decided he wanted to be a film maker/director, and during the years of 2000-2003 he pursued this craft.

From 2003-2005 he began writing feature film screenplays and, after two years of this, he looked to have one of his completed screenplays turned into a comic book. After submitting comic book pages to several comic book companies to no avail, he set writing aside.

Four and a half years later, James began his first of many blogs, “The Written Word”, where he would begin building and developing his writing craft.

He did this through poetry, blog stories, novels, and journalism.

It was here that he wrote the first draft of, “I Died Once”.

This is James’ first ever published novella.


This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.


Copyright © 2012 James Mahoney

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

DarkJade Publishing

Printing by

Second Edition: March 2013

Printed in the United States of America

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This book is dedicated to my mom, who has the heart of a lion and enough passion to last ten life times, and her boyfriend of 30 plus years; Warren Lawson, Architect, poetic soul, and my best man for life…

Also, to my dad, who read my first novel efforts when I was 11, turned to me and said, “You’re a Writer…”

Special Thanks also go out to Leanne Sowter, my favorite writer (right after Shakespeare that is, Lol), and my greatest and most inspiring follower, whose encouragement has helped to inspire me along the way.

And to Kirsty, who not only helped me design the book cover, but also has played a vital role in designing the look of my journalism blog, “The Dark Globe”.

And last, but not least, Beth, who took being a reader of my work to a whole new level with her “thorough” reviews, and “line editing” of my work.

Wait, I mustn’t forget my brother, of without whose friendship; my life would surely be half as good.








Mady was a Dark Child…

She often sat alone in her bedroom, on the floor, sorting through this or that. Generally some sort of pharmaceuticals.

It’s good that she was never allowed to own a cat… or a fish… or any other sort of domestic animal, as they would have likely ended up at the end of some sort of experimentation… with drastic results.

It’s not that she’s “mean” per-se… No.

It’s more that she’s disjointed, an outcast really, from her own home…

From her mother’s heart.

Yes, Mady is a dark one, but what else was she to be in a world devoid of light.




I sat alone. Legs crossed in my short black skirt in the waiting room of yet another know-all, fix-all, quack of my mother’s finding.

I am a fifteen year old girl, five foot eight, lean, dark haired, blue eyed, with skin not as fair as I might like.

I crossed my arms tightly, feeling the softness of my dark blue sweater, a gift from my father’s mother at Christmas some two or three years ago.

My father. What a joke that is. A pilot in Africa, they say. How nondescript.

“Caroline Monroe,” the nurse called out.


I pretended not to hear her. Besides, my name is Mady. My mother’s, mother’s, mother’s name. Madeline, that is.

“Excuse me miss, are you Miss Caroline

Monroe?”, the nurse spoke as she leaned over me.

“Mady,” I replied.

“Oh yes, your mother mentioned you go by Mady.”

“Nice of you to listen,” I spat, rising from my seat and grabbing my small blue rhinestone bag. A gift from a cousin, well, actually, I took it.

The next two or so hours were filled with many, many questions asked by the uninterested Doctor Spiner, and let’s face it, who cares what the answers were. In the end it would all be the same.

“Now Caroline…”

“Mady!” I replied adamantly.

“Oh yes, your mother mentioned that you prefer your middle name.”



“Did she, now,” I sighed.

“Now Mady, I want you to take two of these pills twice a day.” He handed me a large bottle. “They will help you to relax.”

On the long ride home, and going anywhere with my mother was a long ride, I stared blankly out the window, which was open slightly. Discreetly, I would drop one pill after another onto the outside road. Plink Plink Plink

When we arrived at my mother’s home, a large estate left to her from her industrious father, I quickly made my way up the long, winding stairs, “Now Mady…,” but not quick enough.

I turned to face her. Now, my mother has a long faced countenance and over dresses for every occasion. On this occasion she was wearing a ball gown. “Yes mother,” I replied.

“Betsy is preparing a fine dinner; do be back down in no more than 15 minutes, will you darling.”



“Okey Dokey,” I replied and turned away.

“Your father and I shall be going out.”

I turned and faced her once more. “Fred is not my father.”

“Oh Mady, must you be so…”

“Honest? Yes,” I interjected.

“I was going to say…” she started to say, but I was already up the stairs and into my room. Slam!

As I sat alone in the dark staring at the ceiling, I could hear Betsy quietly enter and set a tray of food on my desk. She always did. Betsy wasn’t so bad, but she wasn’t worth staying for.

Roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a big fluffy roll, how delightful. Tommy would really like this.

Just then a small pebble struck my window, as it did every evening at this hour. I opened my window to see Tommy Wilkens standing down below, as he always did. I quickly lowered the

food tray down to him, and then back up once



he’d emptied it.

“Thank you, Mady,” he whispered just audibly enough that I should hear him. I waved to him as he snuck off to his home some one or two miles down the road.

Tommy’s family lived in a back shack on the Johnson’s estate. His father was their gardener, but they were very poor, being at the receiving end of the tight fisted Johnsons. I had fed him for years. Who would feed him when I was gone?

When midnight struck, I made my way to our large pool in the back, beyond Mother’s roses. Before the pool, I stripped down completely. Why ruin a perfectly good set of flannel pajamas? And dove in…

Under the water it was beautiful and quiet. Above, I could see all the brilliant stars. Now, I’m a decent swimmer, so this may take a few minutes, as drowning one-self is tricky business.

That’s when I heard the scream.

One Knight (Chapter 2.5) – The Celebration

Posted in James Mahoney, Knights, Novel, One Knight, Story, Writing on December 7, 2014 by darkjade68

One Knight (Chapter 2.5)- The Celebration


A Novel

by DarkJade (Written 2011/Unedited)


Chapter One

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO (Part Two); The Celebration

Meanwhile, within the Castle, all prepare for the great celebration, as peace fills the kingdoms walls.

The woman sew their dresses, as the returning knights simply sleep. Great feasts are prepared, flowers hung, speeches being written… It would truly be a wondrous night.

Meanwhile, deep within the Valley of Jjor, a small army of dark knights march through it’s windy pass.

Leading the knights is Baron Braug. On his right Ryme, his Adviser. On his left, the Sorcerer Onddos, an older white haired man, with a great scowl upon his visage.

“Is all prepared…” Onddos growled. “It is” responded the Baron.

At the back of the line of knights, there are three young girls, on three white horses, hands bound, and sacks over their heads.

Jade and Tyrions Chambers…

The two prepare, and dress their selves for the celebration. Jade is wearing a crushed green velvet dress, stunning, and a thin gold chain necklace, with a single pearl on the end of it.

Tyrian is dashing in black, with a white blowsy shirt.

“Will you speak to him…” Jade inquires as she powders her face. “Oh how I hate face powder, what is wrong with our natural skin, as the gods intended.”

Tyrian smiles “Yes, I shall speak with him…”

When the evening finally comes, the Great Hall is filled from brim to brim with Lords and Ladies, as all make merry, dance and sing. The king, most pleased, watches and taps his foot as his people celebrate the end of the Great Wars.

At last Tyrion and Jade make their entrance, the music stops, the masses part making a path straight to the Kings throne. “HUZZAH!!!” they cheered as they made their way to King Maelem. Jade blushed, and Tyrion waved in appreciation.

At last they reached the King, who was now standing. “Greetings Tyrion…” he then took Jade’s hand and kissed it “And the ever lovely Jade…” she smiled, and blushed. The King than made his way atop one of the Feast tables, his Royal Guard quickly stepped forward, in fear that he may fall. “I’m fine, I’m fine…” he waved them away.

The King than raised his goblet. “Tyrion… I have always thought of you as a son… And like a son, you have done me proud…” Tyrion bowes slightly. “And I know that you needs speak to me…” he looks at Tyrion who seems surprised by this. “I know this son” the King spoke softer. Jade tugs on Tyrian’s arm, he looks at her and shrugs, for he had not mentioned to the King that he was needing to speak.

“And I know what you would say… You would tell me how you had served me loyally for these fifteen years of constant war… And how you long to leave our Kingdom, and start a life a new with your young wife Jade…”

Tyrion stares in awe. How did the King know this.

“I know this, because I was once you… I too once had a young wife, but as I was King, I had no such option… But I do not regret this… Not for a day” “And our days together, your Queen and I, were lovely… Lovely indeed”.

The King steps down from the table, two of his Guards assisting him. He approaches Tyrion and Jade.

“But this is your time son…” he looks to Jade. “Both of your time…”. The King than waves his hands, and the Kingdoms Royal Architect runs forward holding a large set of plans. The King takes them, and lays em out upon one of the Feast Tables, his Guards move the food aside.

“And that’s why I’ve built you this…” in front of them is the schematics of a Great Keep. “Tananhall Keep“. “It took five years to do it, but by god we did it…”

Tyrion stares in utter shock, at the plans, then the King, then his wife. “My King–” Tyrion tries to speak, but the King interrupts “Do not deny me this my Son… Do not deny a Father his final wishes…” “As I am not dead yet, no… But I will not always be here… And I wish this”. Tyrion is stunned. Suddenly the crowd begins to cheer “HAZZAH!!!”, and all continue to celebrate, including The King, Jade and Tyrion.

Last Minute Christmas Gifts

Posted in I Died Once, James Mahoney, Novella, Poetry, Story, White Jade, Winter Lust And Wonder with tags , , , on December 6, 2014 by darkjade68

I Died Once CoverLast Minute Christmas Gifts

“I Died Once” (Novella) – $5.00

I’m nearing ordering some copies of my three books for resale, “I Died Once” (My Novella), “Winter, Lust, And Wonder” (My Poetry Book), and “White Jade” (My 8 Page Partial Comic Book), for those who would like to purchase copies. The Novella and Poetry Book can be Signed by me if you like, and each of the books are $5.00 flat.

DarkJade - Cover (BlackandPurple) - Winter Lust and Wonder

“Winter, Lust, And Wonder” (Poetry Book) – $5.00

I will be shipping them out Priority Mail, so Shipping is about $5.00, whether you buy one, two, or all three books, the shipping stays the same.

White Jade Cover Book 1White Jade (8 Page Partial Comic Book) – $5.00

“I Died Once”, And “Winter, Lust, And Wonder” are also available on Amazon.Com, if you prefer… Both the Printed Versions, and the Kindle/Ebook/Digital Versions.

“I Died Once” Paperback $5.65 (Amazon)

“I Died Once” Kindle/Ebook $1.99 (Amazon)

“Winter, Lust, And Wonder” Paperback $4.75 (Amazon)

“Winter, Lust, And Wonder” Kindle/Ebook $.99 (Amazon)

Some Amazon Reviews

“I Died Once” (Novella)

5.0 out of 5 stars This novella grabs you and doesn’t let you go, September 20, 2012
By Lorna Lee (New York) – See all my reviews
This review is from: I Died Once (Paperback)

Once I started reading this novella, I couldn’t stop. It hooked me from the very first line: “Mady was a Dark Child…” I wanted to know who Mady was and what made her a “Dark Child.”

The book immediately combines a masterful use of dialogue and first-person narrative from Mady’s perspective to establish all the elements of a great story: a compelling plot, three-dimensional characters, and dialogue and descriptive passages that bring you into Mady’s world.

James turns Mady from a girl I found immediately annoying into one who I wanted to hug and nurture. He quickly creates some thrilling action, and gives just enough detail to keep the story moving ahead with a strong plot and even stronger characters, each with their unique voice. I am so impressed at the depth and richness of the story he told in such a short space. That kind of tight writing takes enormous talent.

But if I said more, I would have to start telling you about the parts that I thought were stunningly executed, like his engaging details of Africa or his astute definition between a hunter and a killer. But, like I said, I don’t want to spoil the story for all of you who are now going to have to read this gem of a book because of what I didn’t reveal in this review.

This is an intriguing, well-told story that can be read in one sitting. If you are disappointed, it will be because is ends so quickly.

“Winter, Lust, And Wonder” (Poetry Book)
5.0 out of 5 stars Beautifully written, May 14, 2012
This review is from: Winter, Lust, And Wonder (Winter 2011) (Kindle Edition)
It’s not only well written but in a beautiful way. The kind that inspires you, at first I was regretting the lack of images or drawings but my imagination took quickly care of that. The style and the words invite to see trough the writer’s eyes. Sometimes it’s magical, sometimes down to earth, and if you read in the “space” between the words, you get the depth of the message. I enjoyed especially A Grip on the Darkness, I Walk Through Thee, Utopia, Moon, and felt very touched by “~Japan – Compassion~”…
I expected a number of poems almost identical but their words, instead the style changes, the tone, the ideas, … A very surprising and beautiful discovery. I’m sure the author would do great in a novel or a fiction book, looking forward to more!
Heloise, Belgium
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Once Again Each Book (Any Of The Three Listed) Is $5.00 Flat, Plus $5.00 Postage (Within The United States, $10.00 For International Shipping), SHIPPING IS TOTAL COST, NOT PER BOOK!
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And Happy Holidays!
“I Died Once” Promo Video (2012)
“White Jade” Comic Book Videos
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Part 2

My “I Died Once” Novella – 3rd Edition (Altered Cover Color)

Posted in 3rd Edition, I Died Once, James Mahoney, Novella, Short Story, Story on October 16, 2014 by darkjade68

My “I Died Once” Novella – 3rd Edition (Altered Cover Color)

Soon I will be Self-Publishing My 3rd Edition “I Died Once” Novella, and thought I’d share with you a couple possible Covers

But First, here’s the Original (Current)

(Front And Back)

Cover C1This Second One is something My Co-Designer sent me, where we’ve just changed the color of the back cover, and Tinted the Front Cover a bit

I Died Once Cover - BlueAnd Finally what stemmed this idea, though I’ve always liked changing things up once in a while like I did with my Poetry Book “Winter, Lust, And Wonder”‘s Black Cover, is the Cover Alterations I’d Like To See

(This Is Just The Original Art Altered, The Actual Cover Will Of Course Have The Title, And A Back Cover Which Will Likely Be A Blue Color)

I Died Once Alternate Color 2I just love the color alteration above… Which I believe was a fluke, as I was looking at some files in my DropBox, and one of the covers took on this color… But when you open the actual file, it looks like the Original Version

Very Strange, but I’ve gone ahead and asked both my Co-Cover Designer, as well as the Original Drawing Artist Herself, if they’d be able to alter the image so that it looks like that

We Shall See

The New 3rd Edition of “I Died Once” will be $5.95 if you’re interested in Pre-Ordering (Though The Final Cover Is Yet To Be Determined), Plus Shipping

The Original Copies of the 3rd Edition Will Be Signed By Me As Well

If You’re Interested in Pre-Ordering you can E-mail Me at

I shall keep all of you updated as the New Cover Develops


DarkJade Publishing

Posted in I Died Once, James Mahoney, Novella, Poetry, Self Publishing, White Jade, Winter Lust And Wonder, Writing with tags on March 9, 2013 by darkjade68

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DarkJade Publishing

A year ago (January, 2012 to be specific), I Self Published My Poetry Book, “Winter, Lust, And Wonder“.

This would be My First Ever Self Published Work.

I then Self Published My 8 Page Partial Comic Book, “White Jade

Sometime after that I came Across Intuit.Com, and Created For Free

A Site which would Show My Published Work

I called the Site DarkJade Publishing, as I Self Publish My Own Books

And it seemed Appropriate to Call it DarkJade Publishing

Being ‘DarkJade’ is My Internet Pseudonym

Which I Created on This Site

And Have Been Using on Several of My Websites

I Never really Broadcasted The Site

Via Social Media, because it was more of an Experiment

Part of my Exploration into Self Publishing Etc.

But I’ve always thought it was a Cool Looking Site

And so I’ve just Added My Novella “I Died Once

And thought I’d go ahead and Share the Site with My Readers

So Here It Is…

DarkJade Publishing

Thanks for Your Continued Support



Writer’s Path… January Achievements, February Goals

Posted in Allure, Allure Book Two, Author's Blog, Chess With Agatha, DarkJade Update, Editing, Iliad, James Mahoney with tags , on February 1, 2013 by darkjade68

februaryWriter’s Path… January Achievements, February Goals


Editor for CWA – In January, I sought to accomplish a couple things… One, to if not Edit “Chess With Agatha“, then to at least Find an Editor, and a way to Pay an Editor.

Fortunately, I achieved this by January 31st of the month, which still counts, Lol

At least in my Book.

I now have an Editor Chosen, and will have the Funds to begin Editing in the next week or two.

char-illiusStart “Iliad” – The other Goal I had, was to begin My Second in the Ordose Trilogy of Fantasy Novels (The First Being “Chess With Agatha”), which I did… But I slowed that up a bit to focus on some Additional Editing that I was doing with CWA, in preparation for The Editor.

Still, I achieved this. The Prologue, and First 10 Chapters are now Written.

Vampire 3February Goals;

Allure – Now that I have secured an Editor for CWA, I am at last able to shift my focus, ever so slightly, towards my Vampire Series, “Allure“.

“Allure” began as a Blog Series, but I have since decided that I will make it into a Series of Novellas, starting with the first, which will be called simply, “Allure”.

The First Draft of this Novella has already been Written, via Blog Series Posts, so it’s onto stage two of my  process, which is to have my Good Friend Beth Read, Review and Line Edit it.

Like I’ve said in the past, Beth is not an ‘Editor’ by trade, but she is a Writer, and offers an Immense amount of Insight, and I am fortunate enough to have such a friend for this second part of my process.

She will most likely be starting this process in a couple weeks or so, as she is working on her own Novel at the moment, but I’m not in a huge rush… Especially since I’m not likely to start implementing her suggestions, until I’ve actually ‘Self Published’ “Chess With Agatha”.

A Font with SerifsEdit Chess With Agatha (CWA) – As any of you that have been following me already know, in a week or so, I shall begin working with my Editor for CWA.

Find someone to Draw CWA Land Map – Within February, I will be trying to secure someone to Draw a Small Land Map for “Chess With Agatha”… It is the Norm with Fantasy Novels to have a Map of the Land, and mine shall be no different. Fortunately, the map won’t need to be too extensive, as they only travel through a hand full of areas in this First Book

Self Publish “Chess With Agatha” – The Goal, all things going smoothly allowing, is to at last ‘Self Publish’ “Chess With Agatha” towards the end of February.

Iliad – I shall continue to Post New Chapters for the Second Ordose Book.

Additional Story Writing – Who knows what New Stories might come into my head, I am definitely hungry to delve into some… But Editing, and Self Publishing CWA is the main focus at the moment… Followed by the Preparation for Editing of “Allure”.

Still, the Writer is alive and well, and Hungers for New Creations.

I may also return back to Writing “Allure”‘s Second Novella, “Seers Of The Night“, which I also started last year, but put on hold while I dealt with Self Publishing “I Died Once“.


I Highly Recommend those of you interested in My Self Publishing Efforts, to also Follow My Author’s Blog, which I Update Time to Time.

Also, you’re Welcome to Follow Me on Twitter, @DJWrittneWord for this Site

Once again, Thanks for Listening/Reading, and Thanks for your Continued Interest in My Work/Writing


Iliad (Chapter I) – Home

Posted in Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Iliad, James Mahoney, Novel, Story with tags on December 28, 2012 by darkjade68



A Novel

by DarkJade


Book II in The “Planes Of Ordose” Trilogy

Chapter I – Home




Agatha is sitting on the living room floor, Indian style, with a laptop to her left, and an English book to her right.

She’s wearing a red sweater, and black sweatpants.

There’s also several papers on the floor, as she works on her homework.

“It’s been almost a year since my adventures within the Plane of Ordose…

She scratches her head with the back of her pen.

“And yet somehow, it feels more like a dream now…”

She casts her bright blue eyes outside where there is a light drizzle of rain.

“I’m 18 now, and in community college… Just doing the basic classes right now”

She tries to get back to studying, but can’t seem to focus, so she gets up and goes to the kitchen where she throws some hot chocolate in the microwave.

No, there’s been no voices in my head…”

“DING” the hot chocolate is done, and she returns to the floor where she’s working.

“No black hair… Well” she starts to play with the black strand of hair that runs through her otherwise white blond mane.

“Well… Other than the one strand I seemed to have taken with me upon my return to the Earth Plane”

“But I really must say, my father, Agamemnon, as well as Angly (Iliad on the other Plane), and Brimlo (Jodan on the other Plane), have all played intricate roles in my life since my return…”

Agatha smiles.

“It may seem useless now, but Brimlo has been training me in swordplay… Something my father says I may have use for again some day…”

Agamemnon gets home, sets his cane against the inside of the doorway, and heads to the kitchen carrying several bags of Chinese food.

“Hello Agatha” Agamemnon says.

“Hi dad” she replies.

“And Agamemnon has been all a father, or mother could be…”

He walks into the living room and hands Agatha a Styrofoam container with her dinner, some chopstick and some napkins.

“Thanks dad” she speaks, and Agamemnon smiles and returns to the kitchen.

Agatha’s gaze follows him, as he eats his dinner at the dining room table, whilst reading a very thick book.

“Yes… I truly love him.”

Angly and Brimlo then get home, Brimlo with his red beard, and large form filling the doorway… And Angly who is thin, with stringy brown hair to his shoulders, and his face buried in a book.

“Hello everyone” speaks Brimlo as he comes in and goes into the kitchen.

“There’s only two of them Brimlo, that’s not enough to warrant calling them “everyone”” Angly snidely says, never taking his nose out of his book as he sits on the couch and continues to read.

“Angly on the other hand, spends most of his time reading…”

Angly peeks over his book at Agatha, who is watching, and smiles at him.

He squints, and tucks his eyes back to the book.

“But the books he reads are like nothing I’ve ever seen before…”

She continues to do her homework, taking an occasional bite of food.

“In fact, for the most part, he doesn’t actually let anyone look at the inside of the books he reads…”

Agatha suddenly gets up, carrying her food, and walks over to the dining room table where Agamemnon is eating and reading, and Brimlo is also eating. As she goes she tries to sneak a peek at what Angly is reading… But he squints again at her, and hides its contents.

“But if I was to take my best guess… I’d say they’re definitely magic related.”

She sits down, smiles at Agamemnon, who smiles back and pats her hand… She then looks over at Angly again.

“Yes, not only do I suspect the books are magical… But I also suspect… They’re not from this Plane.”

Agamemnon puts down his book “Come eat Angly” he says.

“Go ahead and eat without me” Angly replies, waving his hand over at them, but not looking away from his book.

“Angly!” Agamemnon says with more conviction, and Angly jumps off the couch reluctantly.

“Very well” and walks over to the table, still reading.

“No, I’m almost sure the books he reads come from home…”

“Angly eat!” Agamemnon snaps at Angly, and he finally sits down the book.

“Fine, fine, your majesty” he replies… Agamemnon is not amused.

“Wow.. I called it home… Even though I’ haven’t been there in almost a year… Sometimes I even surprise myself.”

They all eat.



Chapter II – Matters Of The State

Chapter III – Elias

Chapter IV – The Meeting

Chapter V – Swordplay

Chapter VI – Ambush

Chapter VII – Iliad

Chapter VIII – Giants Of Fire

Chapter IX – Westbound

Chapter X – Following A King