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Escape From Australwitz

by Allan W. Halligan

292 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #01-0167; ISBN 1-55212-767-2; US$24.50, C$28.00, EUR20.50, £14.50

Australian Aborigine black magic versus Psychiatry brain theory, in the year 2102. Romance, after-death visions, crude circumcision of females as sacrifices to gods and torture.

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About the Book Nothing much seems to happen in Australwitz One, an aboriginal compound in Central Australia. It's run by Doctor Curr, a new age psychiatrist of the year 2102. He makes sure that no white people can get in, past the electric fence, and also that no black people can get out. But Alma, a seventeen year old black girl has different ideas. She escapes to join other rebels hiding out in the desert. Thinking that her problems are now at an end, she then meets Nulla, a young warrior. She has to decide between her love for Nulla and her inner spiritual struggle. Crude circumcision of females for the gods, black magic and sorcery, torture and cannibalism, after-death visions and an ancient soul-stealing ritual survive into the year of 2102. Alma takes a step into an uncertain future. Find out what her destiny will be...

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About the Author The author currently lives in Britain but spent most of his life in Australia. This book is his first attempt at writing a novel and he hopes it takes the reader on an adventure that will be worth remembering.

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Sample Excerpt - From Chapter One

    Alma stared at the large black egg in front of her.

    She picked up the carving needle that looked like an ice pick, and began chipping a small hole in one end of the emu egg.

    Let's hope it's the usual, she thought. I hate it when there's a dead chick inside. Blood and rotten gas are bad enough without having to look at dead things. Alma finished punching two small holes, one at either end of the egg. She stuck the carving needle upright into the wooden work-top of the bench.

    Carefully leaning over the tin bucket beside her bench, she wrapped her dark lips around the hole at one end of the egg. She could feel the small hole with the tip of her tongue.

    As she tilted one end of the egg down over the bucket, she blew hard and fast into the other end. Her cheeks puffed out tight. As the pressure built up, a clear bubble appeared at the other end. The bubble burst in a splutter. The liquid slowly oozed down into an already half-full bucket of slop - the result of nearly a full day's work.

    When the egg was empty, she spat the salty taste from her mouth.

    Alma picked up the needle again and began carving a picture of a kangaroo and bush scene into the black crinkly surface of the egg. . .

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