It
began with Thomas II who remembered.
And remembering, he saw through other eyes, many other eyes. Some
young, some old. Always male. Always they were of the forest,
of the people. He remembered back to Phillip, King Phillip, and
neither questioned nor worried why he knew what he did. It was
simply a matter of blood. His blood knew that of Phillip's.
Sara
Walker remembers too, but not as much as her father, Thomas II
had. In her the old blood had curled in upon itself and what self
preservation had blocked from her memory had also locked her outside
of aging, forcing her to watch those she loves age and die, leaving
her to go on alone. Concealing this curse has drawn her back to
where it began, because someone has threatened to draw the wrong
attention to the farms and through those, to her.
Intending only to get close enough to stop him, Sara instead lands
practically in his lap, to find the color of Michael Renault's
skin bringing bits of the past alive. Making her recognize the
same unexpected beauty that had destroyed Simeon.
Caught up in her excuse for being there, she finds her own ghosts
grinning back at her and the dark blood coming alive. Old blood
and Michael's dark beauty are opening the floodgates of her memory
and the choice that drove so many of her line to madness is now
hers to make. She can choose safety, half-life... or she can bring
the past alive again and choose the blood, skin and heart that
can begin to heal them all.
THE COLOR OF GONE is a
contemporary suspense novel of 185,000 words. In a southern Rhode
Island fishing village, a man has been killed and framed by a
woman's quiet desperation, questions - and by whom they are asked
- reveal more than the answers. It deals with love and loss and
three men's rivalry with someone seen only in outline, while a
woman wavers between retribution and defense. Like the piling
supporting the dock beneath which the body was found, everyone
there is stained by old tides of emotion, while the truth rides
low in the water over the green shadows of a salt-soaked grave.
While the rising tide covers old stains and darkens sun and salt
bleached wood, each in their own way struggles with the questions
of love and loss and how far can one go to protect another.
FLYING
SAUCER FARM is a
contemporary novel of 75,000 words, set in Rhode Island, dealing
with the gulf between sense and wisdom, reality and illusion,
past and present. Rachel had run away from a failure, returned
because of a debt and stayed because sometimes the least sensible
choice turns out to be the wisest. Something Greg has also learned.
A missing mother and abandoned boys, the farmhouse itself - a
sandy scar in the nearby woods testifies that theirs is not the
first pain that place had known. There had been other pain, other
wrongs and a tie to that old house that they reawaken... and may
ultimately appease.... Framed against an eerie older canvas, Rae
finds herself facing a man who reaches out to her and choices
that will affect not only Greg and herself, but the abandoned
boys and her own son.
THE COLOUR OF EMPTY is a
science fiction novel of 70,000 words dealing with answering a
question whose edges are unknown. When one does not know why or
from what one runs, where one runs TO does not matter. Any place
that lets one stop is an answer. And in the heart of any answer
may lie the secret of the question. When part of the answer is
that one runs from oneself, no direction is safe. Confrontations
reflect one's inner landscape where an enemy may turn out to be
the safest friend.
BUTTERFLY DREAMS is a
contemporary romance novel of 70,000 words, dealing with the fragile
fabric of reality. Set in a southern New England winter, a twenty-eight
year old hypnotist and a thirty-six year old artist, both running
from their pasts and hiding from their futures, find themselves
in uncharted waters. SHE could create dreams for everyone but
herself. HE could capture the essence of a dream and make it visible.
With the defences she had created against Jed's dying crumbling
under the weight of the granite mansion, the chance that Griffin
might be the one man who could understand and create a dream for
her... was less than a chance. Less even than a dream.