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Month: March 2016

BOOK REVIEW: “Seventh Dimension – The Castle: A Young Adult Fantasy,” Five Stars from Readers’ Favorite Reviewer Paula Tran

Seventh Dimension – The Castle: A Young Adult Fantasy by Lorilyn Roberts describes a Jewish man, Daniel, who has been sucked into a seventh dimension. Traveling between different time periods, he is a wanted man by the Roman soldiers. In order to escape persecution and live in peace, Daniel must flee to Jerusalem, but not without complications. He constantly has to look behind his back for Roman soldiers, and has lost God’s gifts and many of his possessions. Most of all, he is being tormented by a demon, who tries to make his life as miserable as possible.

This novel will definitely be a treasure for readers of all ages. While it has a bit of a fantasy element to it, time travel and dimension traveling is always a classic page turner. However, this book is written in a more serious tone, dealing with some adult issues, problems, and ideas. The Castle also puts a whole new spin on time travel and dimension travel, with religious and cultural aspects to make it more dramatic and emotional. This book has elements that children and adults will love equally. 

I also like the way the author portrays the setting, action, and characters throughout the novel. Even in the beginning of the novel, the details are enough to allow readers to paint a picture in their minds, but not too much to bog them down. The characters are also realistic, dealing with problems that readers are able to relate to. In addition, the amount of suspense in the writing is amazing, which keeps the reader interested and turning the pages.


Five Stars from Readers’ Favorite Reviewer Paula Tran

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WHEN DARKNESS RULES – From The Castle: A Young Adult Fantasy, Book 3, SEVENTH DIMENSION SERIES

Half of “The Castle” takes place during Passover week in 33 A.D. Here is an excerpt from “The Castle” that readers familiar with the Bible will recognize. – TO PURCHASE

Soon we were on the road. Stars covered the night sky against a full moon. The air felt unexpectedly nippy for Pesach. I asked Mark if he noticed anything unusual when Yeshua and his disciples emerged from the Upper Room.

“I’ve never seen Yeshua look so somber,” Mark remarked.

“Did he say anything?”

Mark shook his head. “He and the disciples only sang a song as they left.”

I wanted to ask which one but I let it go. “How do you know where they went?”

“They always go to the same place—the Garden of Gethsemane, to pray, on the Mount of Olives.”

“No. Occasionally the women go, but not tonight. He said only the disciples.”

“So how do you know where they go?”

“I’ve secretly followed them many times. Yeshua doesn’t mind. The disciples think I’m too young.”

We continued for a while in silence, following the familiar path from Bethphage. Once on the Mount of Olives, Mark took me to the olive grove on the lower western slope. The barren Judean Wilderness faced the Garden of Gethsemane to the east. Shadows wrapped the garden in darkness.


Mark started to point.

I held up my hand to stop him. “I don’t want them to see us.”

The olive trees in the grove provided good coverage. We could move in a little closer. I counted nine disciples. “Where are Yeshua and the others?”

Mark peered through the olive branches. “I don’t see Peter, James, and John.”

“I don’t know the disciples that well,” I confessed, “except for John, who introduced himself to me.”

“James is the brother of John. Peter is an outspoken fisherman. Peter, James, and John are Yeshua’s closest friends.”

“Surely he wouldn’t have come without them.”

“Come. Let’s see if they are on the other side.”

We made a wide arc and circled around to the back of the garden. I tried to filter out the indistinct voices from the nighttime insect chatter.

“That must be them,” Mark said.

We crept closer. A limb snapped.

I raised my hand. “Wait.”

“They didn’t hear it,” Mark whispered. “I see three of the disciples with Yeshua.”

I nodded.

What would Yeshua think if he found us here eavesdropping? This was an intimate moment between the rabbi and his disciples. Yeshua paced. The others appeared tired.

“Did you see Judas on the other side?” I asked.

Mark shook his head.

Yeshua dropped to his knees in front of his inner circle and cried out, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. I feel as if I am dying. Wait here and stay awake with me.”

I clenched my eyes.

Yeshua left his inner circle and collapsed on the ground a short distance away. His words pierced my heart.

“My Father, if it is possible, don’t make me drink from this cup. But let it be as you want, not as I want.”

Yeshua knew. He knew.

Wilderness of Judea

I glanced across the Kidron Valley at the Wilderness of Judea. The barren land was only steps away from the garden and a large enough area that he could hide from his pursuers. No one would ever find the rabbi in the desolate mountains. Why didn’t he flee?

I studied Mark, so young and innocent. He didn’t know what was about to happen. I reached out and hugged him, as much for my benefit as his.

A few minutes later, Yeshua walked back to his followers who had fallen asleep. He shook Peter on the shoulder. “Could you not stay alert with me for one hour? Stay awake and pray for strength against temptation. Your spirit wants to do what is right, but your body is weak.”

James and John watched sleepily as Yeshua attempted to awaken Peter.

Yeshua returned to the same spot and prayed again.

Mark turned to me and whispered, “Something bad is about to happen.”

“I know.”

Yeshua knelt in front of a rock and leaned his head on it. “My Father, if I must do this and it is not possible for me to escape it, then I pray that what you want will be done.”

I lamented. If only Yeshua were the son of David, the promised one.

Yeshua arose and went back to his disciples. They had fallen asleep. Again. He didn’t awaken them this time, but left them and wandered in the darkness back to the same spot.

He threw himself on the ground and prayed a third time. His sorrowful cries became more urgent. They were deep, mournful, human, and frail.

When he lifted his head, red tears in the moonlight streaked his face. I wanted to approach him, to offer solace. I glanced at Mark. Tears glistened in the boy’s eyes.

Mark leaned into me and whispered. “He’s going to die, isn’t he? I remember some of the things he said—”

I covered my mouth with my finger, signaling for him to be quiet.

Someone approached Yeshua as he lay prostrate on the ground; a large figure, perhaps eight feet tall.

“Who is that?” whispered Mark.

“I don’t know.”

The white translucent being embraced Yeshua. He wrapped himself around the prophet and prayed in words I didn’t understand. No more than a couple of minutes passed, and then the visitor was gone.

Yeshua’s demeanor outwardly changed. He now appeared resolute and determined, strengthened by the strange visitor. He immediately stood and hurried back to Peter, James, and John.

“Are you still sleeping?” he asked the men. “The time has come for the Son of Man to be handed over to the control of sinful men. We must go.”

Garden of Gethsemane

Yeshua and his three closest friends returned to the other disciples, who were also asleep. Yeshua shook them awake.

I peered across the Kidron Valley. Dozens of flickering lights formed a procession from the temple all the way to the garden. Did it require so many to arrest one man? Heartbeats filled the darkness and marching feet stomped the ground. The long-anticipated confrontation neared. The darkness of the night deepened.

Suddenly, the disciples seemed to become aware of something amiss. They quickly rose from their slumber and stared at the quivering lights. Tension saturated the air as the disciples drew near their master. I could sense the mounting terror as they peered through the grove at the hundreds of approaching men.

“Here comes the one who will hand me over,” Yeshua said.

Mark unexpectedly moved closer.

I blocked him. “Are you crazy?”

“They are coming for Yeshua. We must stop them.”

“No, Mark, You can’t. You can’t do anything.”

His petrified eyes implored me, “Why not?”

“It’s too late.”

The Wilderness of Judea

I peered beyond the garden to the wilderness, a stone’s throw away. The rugged canyons, caves, and mountains would have provided cover for Yeshua, as it did for David when he hid from Saul, but Yeshua made no effort to flee.

The temple guards arrived behind the lantern holders and torchbearers. In the trembling light, I could see most of the soldiers carrying clubs and swords. The temple militia had trapped the disciples and Yeshua in the garden to prevent escape. I heard footsteps behind us. Other soldiers had ambushed us as well, although the olive trees hid us—for the moment.

The shuddering light shone on the faces of Yeshua and his followers, but a brief moment of indecision passed. The soldiers appeared not to know which one was the teacher.


Yeshua stepped in front of his frightened followers to shield them from the soldiers. Resolute and firm, reminding me of Commander Goren, my hero from World War II, his bravery caught the guards by surprise. They jumped backward, intimidated by his valor.

Judas spoke up. “The one I kiss will be Yeshua. Arrest him.”

Judas approached. “Hello, Teacher.”

Yeshua answered, “Friend, do the thing you came to do.”

Judas kissed Yeshua on the cheek.

Several of the temple soldiers seized Yeshua and arrested him. The rabbi offered no resistance. Unexpectedly Peter grabbed his sword and swung it at a servant.

Cries pierced the garden as the servant gripped the side of his head. Blood gushed between his fingers and dripped on the ground.

Yeshua shouted, “Stop!”

No one moved.Yeshua picked up the servant’s ear and reattached it. Then he turned to Peter and said, “Put your sword back in its place. People who use swords will die by the sword. I could ask my father and he would send twelve legions of angels. But everything must happen as it is written and according to the prophets.”

Yeshua picked up the servant’s ear and reattached it. Then he turned to Peter and said, “Put your sword back in its place. People who use swords will die by the sword. I could ask my father and he would send twelve legions of angels. But everything must happen as it is written and according to the prophets.”

Peter and the disciples trembled. They were unprepared for this—they never saw it coming.

Yeshua turned to face the chief priests and elders of the people who came to arrest him. In addition to the temple guards, the multitude included priests and scribes—almost everybody who was anybody connected with the temple.

I had anticipated it would be the Romans to arrest Yeshua, but the contingent was made up of his own people—the temple aristocracy.

Where would they take him?

The rabbi addressed the crowd. “Why did you come out here with swords and clubs? Am I a criminal? Every day I was with you in the temple area. Why didn’t you arrest me there?”

Yeshua dropped his head. “But this is your time—the time when darkness rules.”

The soldiers handled Yeshua roughly, tying his hands behind his back. Upon seeing the brutality of the highly trained soldiers, Yeshua’s disciples fled. The guards let them go. They had Yeshua, the one for whom they came. Satisfied, they hauled the rabbi away into the darkness.

Suddenly, I heard rustling behind us.

“Who are you?” a voice demanded.

Mark and I turned and faced another group of soldiers who held torches and clubs.

I tried to step in front of Mark to protect him, but he ran in between the guards.

One reached out to seize the boy, but only caught him by his clothes. Mark kept running, leaving his garment in the soldier’s hand.

I was glad he got away, although butt naked. The guard threw the boy’s robe on the ground in disgust.

Now it was only me.

“Who are you?” one of the soldiers asked.

“Daniel, Son of Aviv.”

One of the guards whispered, “He’s the Jewish charioteer, the one the Romans are searching for.”


The King, Book 2 in the Seventh Dimension Series

“Should we take him in?”

The two guards exchanged glances.

The second one replied, “What have the Romans done for us lately?”

The first one shrugged. “Leave him be. We got the one we wanted.”

But the second one hesitated. “Suppose he’s one of the followers?”

“He’s not one of them. He was racing chariots in Caesarea.”

With that, they left me behind. I watched as their torches disappeared in the darkness. Mark was gone. The disciples were gone. Yeshua—I didn’t know where they were taking him, but I could see the long line of quavering lights covering the mountain. I ran through the garden to catch up.


Surely, they weren’t going to do anything to the rabbi over Pesach. Maybe I was wrong—maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe history could still be rewritten.


BOOK EXCERPT FROM SEVENTH DIMENSION – THE CITY: A Young Adult Fantasy, Book 4 by Lorilyn Roberts


Time is an illusion in the Seventh Dimension.

The Illuminati want Shale’s ancient scrolls, and Shale and Daniel will stop at nothing to protect them. The battle rages from Jerusalem to Shambhala. With the apocalypse looming in the seventh dimension, Shale must choose: mortal love or immortality.

THE EYE stared at me. I hated that symbol. Mr. Beasley said it represented wisdom, but I didn’t believe him. I wanted to rip the poster off the wall.
My biology teacher’s voice brought me back to reality. “Shale, are you ready to begin?”
I stood and approached the podium, nervously stroking my long brown hair. My legs jiggled like the apps on my iPhone in wiggle mode. I glanced over at Chumana and Judd, my two opponents in the debate, and steadied my voice. “I want to assure you, we did not arrive here in UFOs or evolve from lower life forms. In fact, an all-knowing God created us in his image, as recounted in the first book of the Bible.”
I clicked on the first slide from the PowerPoint presentation showing the fresco painting of The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo.
Mr. Beasley interrupted. “Shale, this isn’t a religion class. We’ve spent six weeks studying evolution. I expect your arguments to be based on scientific fact, not religious references.”
“Yes, sir. May I continue?”
He waved his pen. “It’s your grade.”
The class snickered.
“As I said, the Bible says we’re the only creatures created in God’s image.”
“Does she believe this stuff?” a student muttered.
I bit my lip. Seconds passed. Maybe it would be better to faint and not finish. Somehow, I found my voice. “What does it mean to be created in the image of God?”
“It means we’re all gods,” Judd joked.
The room erupted in laughter.
Chumana rolled her eyes. “Everybody except Shale Snyder.”
The comments hurt, but I continued. “We are unique in the universe. God did not even create angels in his own image.”
“That’s a relief,” another student said.
A hot flash soaked my neck in perspiration.
“Have there been changes in animals? Yes, but God wrote those adaptations into the DNA. Species can change within the genetic code, but they can’t evolve into a new species. Besides, most mutations don’t help animals to survive.”
Mr. Beasley interrupted me again. “Name one scientist who agrees with you.”
“You can order Dr. Hugh Ross’s book from Amazon, A Matter of Days: Resolving a Creation Controversy.”
Mr. Beasley was nonplussed, but then a snarky smile covered his lips. “If there was a God who created everything, would you agree that evolution improved upon his creation?”
“Oohs” and “ahhs” filled the room. I glanced at Chumana and Judd as they jotted down notes. They would defend their positions when I finished.
Too many students appeared bored. Apathy seemed to be a common denominator when it came to God. I ignored Mr. Beasley’s question and continued with my prepared speech.
“I don’t believe it’s ethical to perform genetic experiments combining species or to attempt to create a perfect human—or any new animal.”
“And stop medical advancement that could lead to a cure for cancer and other diseases?” a boy interrupted. “My father is dying and you want me to believe in a God who would rather let him die than find a cure? DNA research can lead to cures.”
Applause erupted.
I countered his statement. “But do humans possess the heart of God? Are we intelligent enough that we can alter the genetic code only for good and not evil?”
Mr. Beasley stood. “Shale, you were to present arguments against evolution, not champion your religious beliefs. Because your statements are offensive to students in this class, I must ask you to stop your presentation and take a seat.”
My face and neck felt on fire as I stumbled from the podium. I dropped one of my cards. I started to pick it up, but Mr. Beasley reached it first. He handed me the card and whispered, “Nice try, Shale, but God has no place in the scientific community. Superstition and science don’t mix.”
I returned to my seat. Rachel smiled reassuringly. “Good job.”
I appreciated her praise, but Mr. Beasley’s opinion was the only one that mattered. He’d probably give me a failing grade, and I’d have to retake the class to graduate.
I glanced out the window. Dark, menacing clouds hinted at a brewing storm.
Mr. Beasley pointed his pen at Judd. “The podium is yours.”
Judd stood. As he leaned on the podium shuffling his papers, several girls ogled him. His dark, clear complexion, curly hair, and deep-set eyes made him a prize catch, but he had nothing on Daniel Sperling, my friend from the seventh dimension. If only he were here and could rescue me from this sea of ridicule.
Judd exuded confidence. “Evolution has been accepted as a scientific theory by reputable scientists for the past hundred years since Charles Darwin published his famous thesis on animal selection. We are evolving as humans.
“Sometime, in the not-too-distant future, we will possess the necessary knowledge to create a perfect human. There will be no more death or disease.
“The goal of the New World is to create a civilization ruled by a one-world government where the fittest survive.”
Judd paused to let his words sink in. He wagged his pencil. “Even now, we are on the threshold of opening a door to the future where we can take the best of each species and create a new one.”
He chuckled. “Imagine the woman of your dreams, perfectly shaped, who can hear like a wolf and see like an eagle—who wouldn’t want the perfect woman?”

Whistles and catcalls shot up around the room. Others clapped approvingly.
“Once humans have evolved beyond imperfection, we will no longer be limited. In fact, we will become as gods.”
Judd was on an unstoppable roll, and students embraced every word he uttered. He clicked on the PowerPoint wildly, and photographs of unusual animals popped up on the screen.
“Scientists at CERN are hoping to recreate the beginning of the universe with the hadron collider in France and Switzerland—even open doors to other dimensions. God has put no limits on our abilities. The Age of Aquarius has dawned, and the New World promises the utopia for which we all long, etched in our DNA through evolutionary processes.”
A photograph of a strange creature appeared on the screen labeled “Statue of Lord Shiva at CERN.” I quickly jotted down the caption to learn more about it later.
“We have much to look forward to as scientists discover new ways to create computers to think like humans. Soon we will be able to grow animals in test tubes that mimic human-like qualities. These robots will be programmed to perform the mundane tasks of day-to-day living, allowing humans to enjoy a more fulfilling life.”
Students stood and cheered.
After several minutes, Mr. Beasley stood. “Thank you, Judd, for that outstanding presentation. We all need hope for a better tomorrow.”
He glanced at Chumana. She was the only redheaded girl in the class, and her hot-tempered personality matched it. I didn’t know how I had survived sharing an apartment with her when my mother and I first moved to Atlanta.
Who did she hate more, God or me? What crazy story would she present today? I hoped it wouldn’t include her latest obsession with UFOs.
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PRESS RELEASES: SEVENTH DIMENSION – THE CASTLE, A YOUNG ADULT FANTASY, BOOK 3, named Foreword Reviews’ 2015 INDIEFAB Book of the Year Awards Finalist

SEVENTH DIMENSION – THE CASTLE, A YOUNG ADULT FANTASY, BOOK 3, named Foreword Reviews’ 2015 INDIEFAB Book of the Year Awards Finalist.
LORILYN ROBERTS is pleased to announce SEVENTH DIMENSION – THE CASTLE, A YOUNG ADULT FANTASY, BOOK 3, has been recognized as a finalist in the 18th annual Foreword Reviews’ INDIEFAB Book of the Year Awards. 
Here is the complete list:
Each year, Foreword Reviews shines a light on a select group of indie publishers, university presses, and self-published authors whose work stands out from the crowd. In the next three months, a panel of more than 100 volunteer librarians and booksellers will determine the winners in 63 categories based on their experience with readers and patrons.
“The 2015 INDIEFAB finalist selection process is as inspiring as it is rigorous,” says Victoria Sutherland, publisher of Foreword Reviews. “The strength of this list of finalists is further proof that small, independent publishers are taking their rightful place as the new driving force of the entire publishing industry.”
Lorilyn says, “The seventh dimension is a spiritual reality where time is an illusion until God’s appointed times. THE CASTLE combines history, fantasy, Christianity, and Judaism into a coming-of-age young adult novel that hopefully entertains, inspires, teaches, and whets hearts to consider that Yeshua was, indeed, who he said he was.”
Foreword Reviews will celebrate the winners during a program at the American Library Association Annual Conference in Orlando, Florida in June. We will also name the Editor’s Choice Prize 2015 for Fiction, Nonfiction and Foreword Reviews’ 2015 INDIEFAB Publisher of the Year Award during the presentation.
Lorilyn Roberts is a multi-award-winning author. To learn more about her books, visit
About Foreword: Foreword Magazine, Inc., is a media company featuring a Folio:-award-winning quarterly print magazine, Foreword Reviews, and a website devoted to independently published books. In the magazine, they feature reviews of the best 170 new titles from independent publishers, university presses, and noteworthy self-published authors. Their website features daily updates: reviews along with in-depth coverage and analysis of independent publishing from a team of more than 100 reviewers, journalists, and bloggers. The print magazine is available at most Barnes & Noble and Books-A-Million newsstands or by subscription. You can also connect with them on FacebookTwitterGoogle+, and Pinterest. They are headquartered in Traverse City, Michigan, USA.
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BOOK MARKETING: “Kindle Scout – How Does It Work?” by Lorilyn Roberts

I am trying something new – Kindle Scout. Kindle Scout is Amazon’s way of discovering unpublished books that might be the next bestseller—after all, they are the greatest advertisers in the world and they sell millions of books each year.
The good thing about Kindle Scout is you can still submit your book to a traditional publisher or self-publish. The contract is only for eBooks and audiobooks, so it doesn’t affect the print copy. Your book must be categorized as literature, romance, science fiction, fantasy, suspense, mystery, or thriller.
What attracted me to try Kindle Scout is they guarantee $25,000 in royalties for the first five years, or you can terminate your contract. Here is the link for more details:
Out of the thousands of books submitted, Kindle Scout has published less than two hundred. I have submitted my book and am waiting to see what happens. 
I would encourage new authors to study all the books submitted on the site at the moment (there aren’t that many). You can learn a lot by being observant. Check out the book covers, the one-line blurbs, the descriptions, and the first five thousand words. See what works and work doesn’t. See what’s in the “hot and trending” category. I believe it’s very important to know your competition. What are readers buying? What do people want to read?
As Christian, we have a tougher road because our books should meet a higher standard, always remembering we write for an audience of one. One of the biggest challenges is not to get discouraged. As Christian authors, we can be a great encouragement in sharing and building each other up—for God’s glory.
So, as I pen these words, I hope you will take a look at my book on the Kindle Scout site. Let me know what you think. Lisa Vento, who was recommended to me by Jerry Jenkins, designed the cover. Her website is

You can find my book Seventh Dimension – The City: A Young Adult Fantasy at this link:

Right now, Seventh Dimension – The City, A Young Adult Fantasy is trending in the “hot” category on Kindle Scout, so thanks to everyone who has nominated my book.

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