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Rose.

Debut novel published 2011

This is the story of Rose.  Follow her life, through her teenage years which are marred and tarnished with a tragedy that should not befall one so young. 

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Ten Yen True.

Published 20th Feb 2013

 For many years, the monk sat beside the Ajiike pond as he did today in the early morning, breathing in the peaceful settings of the Pure Land gardens........He was angry at the awful atrocities so recently bestowed upon his people....

Caitlin was ambitious to the point of ruthlessness.........

JJ was counting on getting a job at Johns Hopkins......he had to get out of Ashland KY and his fathers house before he blew his stack......

Little Tommy....He glanced again at the coin beside his hospital bed and felt suddenly peaceful.....Like maybe everything would be ok.......

Paul Somerville....Tommys father, former Hollywood actor, wannabe political star.......

Four people....four ten yen coins....

and a miracle.........?

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December Heart

 Prologue....Cassie stood trembling over the body on the floor in front of her......

........the presents underneath the Christmas tree lay still unopened, awaiting glee and pleasure at their contents....

......Who was screaming?..........

....."Oh Casssie," he said. "What have you done?".........

 

 

Is It Really You?

 "Is it really you?" She whispered the words, her eyes searching his face. He frowned anxiously at her, unknowing if he should smile.

Was she joking?

"What? Olivia, I just asked you to marry me!" He swept a nervous hand over his perspiring face and glanced over at the lights twinkling up and down the Eiffel tower to the left of the Alma Bridge where they stood.

She smiled sadly, tears glistening in her eyes, almost as bright and sparkly as the diamond ring he still held eagerly in front of her.....

 

Laid Bare.

 ......feeling now, stifled, like a wild bird whose wings had been clipped. A caged animal, desperate to flee but unable because of the ties that bound her.......

....an image......of walking out to sea, ready for it to swallow her, to smother her in its vast dark blanket, yet at the same time, to set her free.....

Deep contemplation.....she wrote it all down....here it is...her story. The story of  her. Laid bare.......

 

Ten Yen Forever - The sequel .

Currently being published for release this year.

 All those years ago. Half my life time ago, but I swear the story I tell you is true. People don't believe much in miracles these days and I didn't believe in them either. Except I should be dead, swept away with my parents in the great tsunami that killed so many people.

It was a miracle I made it but that is not the miracle I wish to relay to you. This miracle is of the coins given to me by my mentor in the monastery.

That old man saved my life.go.  Half my life-time ago, but I swear the story I tell you is true. People don’t believe much in miracles these days and I didn’t believe in them either.  Except I should be dead swept away with my parents in the great tsumani that killed so many people, destroyed homes and whole villages.

Cassie needlessly glanced at her watc, she knew she would go for iLng late foiIS iSir work. What she didn’t know, was why?

CasIS sie needlessly glanced at her watch, she knew she would go for coffee with this man, even if it meant being late for work. What she didn’t know, was why?

 

For many years the Monk sat beside the AdjiikDecee pond as he did today in the early morning, breathing in the peaceful settings of the Pure Land gardens. He inhaled deeply the fragrance of jasmine and lotus, enjoying the cool morning air before the sun rose in the sky, when the day would become increasingly hot and humid.

Sometimes his meditation took an hour, maybe more, but always he sat here away from the others. Ordinarily he felt at peace with nature and with the world. Today, however, was different. Something churned inside him causing his usual calm to be replaced by sorrow, making him feel restless and helpless.

He was angry at the awful atrocities of nature so recently bestowed upon his people. The tsunami, that powerful wave from a sea gone wild, was not so unusual here in Japan, yet this one had snatched away thousands and thousands of people, young and old, innocent babies and little creatures alike, leaving whole villages crushed. It seemed incomprehensible to him. The wave had severely damaged the nuclear power plants, but the damage from leaking radiation could not even be seen. No wonder he found himself questioning the unknown and unpredictable forces of the world.

In spite of his balanced spiritual state of mind, there was something more that he did not understand about this latest tragedy. His wisdom and experience had taught him long ago that the Gods have a purpose and that it must be accepted. However awful, it must never be challenged. This unrest in him today refused to go away, though, and he felt almost as if he were being confronted with an obligation to discover the reasons why the Gods had become so angry.

Was this a test, a task? Desperately, the Monk tried to calm himself, struggling with the angry thoughts, like knives, swirling around in his brain, threatening to cut his conscious mind into shreds. What did the Gods want of him?

A sudden breeze blew across the pond, startling the Monk. He smoothed his grey robes around his legs, wishing he could help even a few of the people in more tangible ways than merely through prayer and funeral rites.

His vision faded and his eyelids closed. He resumed his steady breathing, trying to focus his mind within the chamber of his heart, trying to still the darts of anger. He could feel the sun's warmth upon his face, but suddenly he felt cold. Shivering, fearful, he looked skywards at rolling black clouds.

Hearing the swishing of robes, he turned to see a small dark boy standing behind him. He looked deep into those young black eyes and breathed in sharply, giving a slight nod to the child, giving permission to communicate.

The boy knelt before the Monk, his head bowed, his hands together in respectful prayer.

The Monk put out a gentle hand and placed it on the shaven head of the youngster. He closed his eyes, concentrating on giving spiritual energy and wisdom to this young one, but he felt power emanating from the child into his soul as well.

A roar of thunder came from the darkened skies, and seemed to vibrate through his mind and his body. Lightning flashed from the sky, striking the pond, igniting his awareness. At once, the Monk understood. He knew what he must do. He held out his hand to the boy, who wordlessly reached into the obi around his waist and handed the monk a silk pouch. He knew without looking what was inside. Coins. Lucky ten yen pieces for those who received them; the recipients, though, would not understand or appreciate the gift they were going to receive.

The monk lowered his head, watching the boy slowly backing away, bowing, until he disappeared behind sheets of rain splashing into the pond.

The Monk ignored the droplets streaming down his face and soaking through his robes. He carefully untied the drawstring of the pouch, emptying its contents into his hand: one, two, three, four coins. The Monk sighed. All was now clear. There would be four people he must select. He looked towards heaven and nodded to the Gods. He slowly rose to his feet and waded through the pond's lapping waters on his way to Phoenix Hall. His feet hardly caused a ripple in the puddles, but his robes, like wicks, sopped up moisture, making him aware of his weighty responsibility. Amida, he knew, expected him, sitting calmly on his dais, his golden face shining expectantly.