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In this section I have posted the seven projects that I have for sale: Five novels, a novella, and a collection of poetry and prose. All can be found on amazon.com and other retailers in print or eBook. If you would like a copy personalized please contact me at: rdemayo07@aol.com

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PLEDGE TO THE WIND, THE LEGEND OF EVERETT RUESS
"In this work of fiction ... I saw Everett for the first time, as he might actually have been."
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THE WAYWARD
TRAVELER
"A griping real life travel adventure! A MUST READ! It took me all over the world. Once I started reading it I could not put it down."
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THE LIGHT BEHIND
BLUE CIRCLES

From the very first scene right through the very last page, The Light Behind Blue Circles takes the reader on an incredible journey through a mysterious land. DeMayo's eloquent writing and detailed descriptions made me feel like I was right there on the African continent experiencing this adventure first hand. The story is intriguing and the characters are likable and fascinating - both the main ones and the array of secondary characters that are met along the way.
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THE MAKING OF
THEODORE ROOSEVELT
The US Review of Books
This was a truly enjoyable read, a jam-packed adventure full of logging camp humor, canoe trips, hunting, and buckboard rides, not just for Roosevelt fans but for anyone who loves and appreciates tales of unspoiled nature at its wildest.
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RANDOM THOUGHTS
FROM THE ROAD
Snakebite - a dream
A quiet path, Just off the street, A snake darts out, Its fangs sink deep. I fall to Earth, My spirit cries, I saw the hood, I saw the eyes. The Cobra whispers, “Shiva’s near” And I gasp for air, Overcome with fear. The poisons’ rush, My senses reel, My body’s numb, I cannot feel. “I will not quit!” “I will not die!” I tell myself, “I will survive.” Then all grows dim, I’m far away, But I won’t let go, I fight to stay. I hear soft whispers, A serpentine hiss, But I’m too confused To make meaning of this. And then I’m back, Though weak and sore, I thank the Earth For one day more.