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Sanclem by Richard Earl Rice Genre: Speculative Fiction

A century from now, the California Republic creates a lifetime penal colony for hardened criminals on San Clemente Island, sixty miles off the southern coast. Jesse Long, a dedicated Frisco cop, finds himself exiled to the colony, for daring to take on corruption and misconduct traced to the highest levels of California law enforcement. But Jesse, aided by friends, does the impossible…he escapes from Sanclem and starts a war with the evil establishment. Only two outcomes are possible: the establishment is brought down, or Jesse either dies or is exiled once again to the island. Goodreads * Amazon

Richard Earl Rice is the author of several novels and a variety of short stories.Though he has dabbled in other areas, Richard’s main interest is Speculative Fiction, where he extrapolates current events and difficulties from our present society into a near-term future. There, he creates worlds filled with unique problems for his characters to deal with. He tries to make his projections plausible, ones that will perhaps serve as warnings to his readers that we are living in an exponentially unstable time and significant changes can be expected that may not be good for our descendants. Website * Facebook * Goodreads

Calvin’s fists were huge, the size of dinner plates. Jesse risked a quick glance at his opponent and
shuddered. He took a deep breath and stepped through the ropes into the ring. Watching his opponent
strip, he noted muscles rippling across a massive chest, and a craggy, ebony face that bore thin, ragged
scars over the eyes, probably mementos of past brawls. His gut clenched as tendrils of fear stabbed
through his mind. He wondered if he would live through this fight.
He raised his hands as Calvin moved in. He watched the big man’s face, reading the eyes, catching
signals that telegraphed his first move. When the roundhouse right was launched, he stepped inside the
track of the massive fist and delivered two sharp blows to Calvin’s body – a hard left, then a quick right
with all his weight behind it. It was like punching a concrete wall. Calvin gave no sign he’d felt the body
blows.
The roundhouse right whistled past Jesse’s head, and the giant hand wrapped around the back of his
neck, holding tight. He tried to pull away, but the hand would not yield. His field of view suddenly went
dark, filled with a massive left fist exploding hard onto his cheek. He stumbled backward, his vision fuzzy,
the right side of his face numb. His ears roared. He wasn’t sure if the sound was from the crowd or the
effect of the blow.
He felt the ropes dig into his back as the man moved in to deliver more pain. Jesse sidestepped and
backpedaled to the far side of the ring, trying to buy time to clear the ringing in his head. He felt a trickle
of blood wetting his cheek. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, thinking he could not take too many
more blows like the last.
Calvin’s lips curled into a mocking sneer, and with bloodlust in his eyes, he moved in for the kill. He drew
back to deliver another blow at Jesse’s head.