Novels, short stories, Poetry, and plays
for stage and screen
By Quent Cordair
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In the twilight of the Roman Empire, as the darkening forces of mysticism descend on Western Civilization, the daughter of itinerant traders is falling fast for a local boy—the apprentice and adopted son of a sculptor. The old master, concerned for the boy’s future, recalls his years as a younger man in bustling Alexandria, where he had found the love of his life before having to flee the threat of religious persecution.
Journalist Paige Keller, while recovering at a remote resort from an overseas assignment, is drawn into a community dominated by a fundamentalist church, a family of real estate developers, and a group of environmentalists, all in conflict over control of the valley’s future. She goes undercover to discover what lies beneath the church’s rituals and sacred ceremonies, but the more she learns, the deeper the valley's mysteries and seductions become.
Quent Cordair's "Idolatry" lifted me up, punched me in the stomach, made me want to shout with joy, led me into Hell on earth, then left me gasping in suspense.
-B Faulkner
In "The Match," Elizabeth thinks that her boyfriend, the detective, may be ready to propose, but when conversation takes an unexpected turn, she must decide how much to reveal about a collection of books and an encounter with the law on a night when life and death hung in the balance. Another captivating short story by acclaimed author Quent Cordair
“The story itself was well-written. The dialogue came at all the right times, and the prose was smooth and unimposing. Hats off to this author. I can't wait to read more from him.”
- June D.
"A screenplay jihadists will hate and civilized people will love.... Set in Chicago during the holiday season, the story involves a conflict between Husam, a young Muslim man who takes Islam seriously, and his younger brother Jasim. The conflict escalates after Husam is handed a heavy bag by a bearded man and gets on a bus heading downtown.... How is the conflict resolved? In an immensely satisfying way—as fans of Cordair’s work would expect." -- Daniel Wahl, The Objective Standard. Semi-Finalist in the Napa Valley Film Festival Screenplay Competition.
Thank you Quent, for being alive to pen your glorious world with kindred souls to whom you can share your brilliance with.
- Musical Madame
In *Lunch Break,* a collection of short stories and poems by Quent Cordair, adventure, suspense and romance rule the day as the protagonists pursue their ends with passion and perseverance. The collection includes stories originally published in *The Atlantean Press Review* and *ART Ideas.*
Quent Cordair has in Lunch Break a fine collection of short stories that will please and uplift every reader's heart and mind. - Joao
Quent Cordair's MY KINGDOM is a select collection of poems, short stories, flash-fiction works, studies and musings from the author's notebooks, short plays for stage and screen, special scenes from the IDOLATRY series, and for the first time in print, the acclaimed short story "The Match," together with the short screenplays "Mujahid" and "At Home with Heather James."
I enjoyed each and every story in this wonderful collection, and I'll be revisiting them for decades to come. - M. Coldren
The sparks fly when movie star Rex Keller is the special guest on Heather James' talk show. As the handsome heartthrob and the smitten host preview the clips for the actor's new film, the heat rises, and by the end of the show, Heather is made an offer she can’t refuse. Or can she . . . ?
“This work is made with words that act like pictures. With words that act like feelings. And with words that fill you with hope. To see this work acted out, and acted out well would be the dream of any worthy director, and any worthy fan.”
- B. Harrison
"Santi Banesh was a sultan's dream of dark olive skin and burnt-umber eyes, deep almond pools that could drown a man. The long loose folds of her traditional wrap tried to hide her body, but her enchanting eyes, slender hands, the rise and fall of her chest and her graceful, sensual walk only made the robe work contrary to its intention, its overt defenses posing a rude challenge to imaginations which proceeded to lay waste to its veiling walls. Imaginations can be thorough beasts: Santi had already been ravaged by hundreds of men, though she was still a virgin and only fifteen.
