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9/29/2016

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Othello Greene: The Story Begins
Author: Anthony Baltimore
Publisher: JourStarr Quality Publications
Pages: 780
Genre: Scifi/Fantasy

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​Lt. Othello Greene, the leader of America’s most lethal and efficient elite special ops group is captured, tortured, and mutilated by a ruthless, maniacal terrorist named Genesis and his group, the Global Supremacy Federation (G.S.F), who is hell bent on world domination.
Moments before his execution, Othello is rescued by a centuries old Islamic group intent on convincing him to use his unmatched skills and abilities for the good of mankind.In the backdrop, is the story of Othello’s past and the events which led to his life as an elite assassin.The entire world is racing towards the war to end all wars. Will Genesis prevail or will Othello put an end to his reign of terror?
For More Information
  • Othello Greene: The Story Begins is available at Amazon.
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​Every inch of his body was in pain. Its intensity caused a numbing effect. The stench of blood, urine, feces, and burnt flesh permeated the room. The air was acrid and unbearably hot, making it difficult to breathe. The unfamiliar room was dimly lit, a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. His newly awakened eyes had yet to acclimate themselves to the environment. His head was pounding like a sledgehammer against a wall. Over the clamor of confusion in his mind, he could hear the faint murmur of a sobbing woman.
“Name!” he heard a voice scream in his head.
“Othello Greene,” he answered.
“Rank!” the voice continued.
“First lieutenant,” he mumbled, as his senses began to gain clarity. His heart sank like an anchor at the sight of the severed head of his longtime friend and counterintelligence operative Second Lieutenant Jack Strong. The cloud in his mind completely dissipated when he saw Jack’s nude, mutilated body lying slumped over in a corner several feet from the head. Their termination mission, he realized, had gone terribly wrong.
Othello’s unclothed body lay in a pool of his own blood. A fierce pain exploded through his torso as he stuck the severely burned stub where his right hand used to be into the ground beneath him. The failed attempt to get to his feet caused him to instantaneously collapse, quivering in agony.
He teetered between consciousness and death, staring into the face of his dead friend. Suddenly the eyes of the severed head opened and a menacing expression appeared. “This is all your fault!” it growled. “Look what the hell you got us into! You and all your guts and glory bullshit!”
“This is not my fault. I didn’t put a gun to your head. I didn’t make you do shit!” Othello screamed, blood and drool flying from his mouth.
“Huh,” Jack grunted. “Look at your dear sweet Ramirez over there. What a shame. They’ve been taking turns raping her for the last eighteen hours.” One of the arms on the headless body motioned across the room.

Othello was horrified to see his intimate friend and partner, First Sergeant Helena Ramirez, lying naked in a fetal position, brutalized and cowering in a corner. She was whimpering like a child. He felt helpless and ashamed, not for himself but for the team he had let down.
“You’re one self-righteous bastard. You knew she would have gone to hell to assassinate Satan with you. Now, because of you, she’s seen more dicks than Kim Kardashian,” said Jack with a sinister grin.
“Shut the fuck up, damn it!” Othello continued to scream. “This is not real! You’re dead!”
“This is very much real, hero. But don’t worry. You’ll be joining me soon. And speaking of Satan, he told me to tell you that he’s keeping your side of the bed warm, and that you and he are going to get real personal when you arrive,” Jack responded with laughter.
“I am not paying attention to you. You are not real,” Othello said, to himself. He tried once again to get to his feet. This time, using his still operable left hand, he pushed himself up but could not feel his legs.
Turning over on his back, he was in shock to see both of his legs severed at the knees. The miasma of burning flesh was his own. His captors had burned the stumps to stop the bleeding. The hopelessness of the situation hit him like a pile of bricks. Despair set in as he collapsed, waiting for the moment of death.
Helena crawled over to him and gently kissed his forehead. The Latina beauty who could make any man risk it all for one night of passion was unrecognizable.
“Othello, I thought you were dead,” she cried.
“Helena, I’m sorry,” he replied, looking away, not able to look at her bloodied battered face and racked with guilt.
“Shhh. It’s not important,” she said, with tears flowing, caressing the side of his swollen face. “Baby, I need you to help me.”
“There’s nothing I can do. It’s over, Helena. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“No, don’t apologize. I knew the risks and I loved the ride. But I need you to listen to me. Please,” she begged, turning his face back toward hers. “I need you to help me.
“It’s over, Helena. Only God can help us now.”
“No. That’s not true,” she cried, grabbing his hand and placing it on her throat.
“No . . . No, I can’t,” he sighed, attempting to pull his hand away.

Even under these nightmare conditions, the touch of his hand against her skin brought back a flood of memories. How much he loved her. The thousand times they shared each other, holding nothing back. She grabbed it tightly, with both hands, kneeling her broken, battered, and violated body in the pool of blood around him. “Yes, you can. I’m already gone. Please don’t let them hurt me again. Those bastards did so many terrible things to me. Please . . . Please . . .,” she pleaded, pulling his hand harder against her throat.
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​Born on November 17, 1969 in Washington D.C.. Graduated from Mackin Catholic High School and went on to attend Howard University. He became a successful entrepreneur at an early age, but fell victim to the lure of the streets. He quickly became entrenched in the often violent world of drug trafficking and was consumed by its illusions of power and prominence.
In 2009 over 22,000 individuals were convicted of federal drug charges, less than 25 of those were convicted of 21 USC 848 (Kingpin Statute). Mr. Baltimore Sr. was one of them.
He is now serving a mandatory life sentence at USP Lewisburg in central Pennsylvania.
He utilizes his time fervently fighting his case, furthering his education, and fostering his passion for writing. He is also a loving father and devout Muslim.
For More Information
  • Visit Anthony Baltimore’s website.
  • Connect with Anthony on Facebook and Twitter.​
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I am currently serving a mandatory life sentence under the federal drug kingpin statue 18 U.S.C. 848(b) at Lewisburg U.S.P.. I wanted to get that out of the way first. It may give you more insight into my answers to your future questions.
 
I am a Muslim and I love Islam, but my books are written to be enjoyed by anyone who loves raw intense action and colorful language.
 
The gym is my second home. I love working out, especially weightlifting, but I just got addicted to rowing. 2000 meters of rowing, for time, separates the men from the boys. No, I will not tell you my row time.
 
I'm originally from Washington D.C. but moved to Dayton, Ohio in the early 90's. I love the Midwest, but D.C. is my home.
 
All praise due to Allah my case is currently in front of a judge who could ultimately decide if I will regain my freedom. A decision could come at anytime.
 
I began writing this book three years ago. Originally, I wanted to write a book explaining the falsehoods and misconceptions about Islam, but quickly realized that people don't really care to read about that. So I decided to write an easily lovable character who felt very negatively about Islam and place him in an extremely difficult position in which he is force to listen to the truth.
 
I wrote the first chapter and the last chapter and let the characters guide me through the middle. I was definitely flying by the seat of my pants. Many of the characters are raw and gritty and I let them be just that. No cut card. I write everyday at different times. I enjoy writing outside, where my imagination can run wild.
 
Othello Greene: The Story Begins take you on an emotional rollercoaster ride from the very first page to the last. The characters are infectious and the tragedies are heart wrenching. The sci-fi aspect of the book is imaginative and I tried to make it easy to understand and follow. You will talk about this book well after you have turned the last page.


Othello is by far my favorite character. He is cerebral and I sometimes find it difficult to write dialogue for him. I like the challenge to keep him true to himself.
 
Being in prison makes writing, completing, and getting a good novel published next to impossible. Ninety percent of the individuals in the publishing industry from typist and editors to agents and publishers do not want to deal with people in prison. All praise due to Allah Jourstarr Quality Publishing took the time to read my work and accepted it.
Stephen King is my all time favorite author. The Stand is my favorite book by him. I have also read everything by Sydney Sheldon at least twice. My favorite book is The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy. I enjoy reading Sister Soulja, Guy Johnson, Walter Mosley, Jerome Dickey and somehow got hooked on zombie books.


I'm working on the sequel to Othello Greene. I believe it is going to be much better than the first.
 
My advice to new writers is to write everyday and purchase Stephen Kings book on writing. It helped me greatly.

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