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The day melted away as the sun penetrated the clear blue sky over South Florida where no clouds had been spotted for days. R.J. Green angled his car and pulled up to the nearest gas station, as he squeezed the trigger to tap-off he noticed a car at a pump opposite him where a lady got out and went inside to pay for gas, leaving a child sitting at the back seat. The lady hurried to her car, whisked the nozzle from the holster, and began to fill her tank.

"I noticed you leave your daughter in the car," said RJ, trying to let her be aware of the danger lurking.

"It's a boy," the lady blurted then faced away.

Doing the right thing is never a good idea, especially in the world R.J. created filled with chaos, uncertainty, family morals, Gods, hatred, fantasy - a reality where people fell in love with Tanny Anderson, Detective Mullson, Jack, and are captivated by Engulf's power and Wrath's curse. A writer with an imagination larger than life, who's not afraid to provoke, intrigue, and with a natural talent second to none, he hopes his name will one day be mentioned among the greats.

R. J. Green migrated from Jamaica at age 17 to live with his grandmother in the Bronx, New York. In 1996, he graduated with top honors from Evander Child's High School. He consequently attended SUNY Old Westbury College, earning a BS in Chemistry in 2000. Before relocating to South Florida, he continued on to Stony Brook University in pursuit of an MS in Theater.

R.J. Green is currently living in Florida, and is the owner of Masta Recka Publishing Co. BMI.

R.J. Green is the author of: 'Searching for the Enemies,' ‘Grey and Honies,’ and his current series, 'Tanny Anderson.' He also wrote several screenplays, plays, and music lyrics he sang under his stage name Masta Recka. The favorite of the many quotes he wrote, "People remembered you by the bad you did, if you gonna do bad, give them your best."

Time upon Time ago I need to know

Why my soul set afloat in the land of snow

And my heart where children won’t grow

I pondered beyond yonder… I need to know