anothershoestringadventure
COMING SOON: Patriot at Any Cost will first be released at a special 'online only' price on October 1th, 2011. (E-version or Kindle)
This World War II "Homefront" adventure is set on Maine's craggy coast, amid a proud people, all trying to 'do their bit.'
Lill's dreams once spiraled around a certain man, but her determination to make a meaningful contribution will take her down a path to adventures she never imagined. Fly into uncertain adventure: Available in hardcopy at Amazon in time for Christmas!
This World War II "Homefront" adventure is set on Maine's craggy coast, amid a proud people, all trying to 'do their bit.'
Lill's dreams once spiraled around a certain man, but her determination to make a meaningful contribution will take her down a path to adventures she never imagined. Fly into uncertain adventure: Available in hardcopy at Amazon in time for Christmas!
'Excerpt:
Lill tore her eyes from the sky, opening up brilliant and crystal above her. The plane flew nose-up,so that looking ahead gave a good view of the open sky, and not much else. She steeled her will, grasped the side of the cockpit with both hands, and looked straight down. They sped at a dizzying height above blue-white and sandy swirls of unrecognizable color. Lill's stomach swirled in a most uncomfortable answering swirl. Her vague thought of looking for a straight wake disappeared at once. She could not see enough sea, all at once, to tell a wake from a wave.
The Jenny banked left. Cal called, "We need to keep a view of the shoreline. It didn’t look so foggy before we got here!"
To the side, Lill could see thick fog rolling toward the shoreline, rapidly washing out any useful landmark from her view.
They had to have some idea of where they were. She clamped down on her increasing queasiness and looked in all directions. Where did all this fog come from?
It seemed deep and firm enough to step out onto.
"Do you know where we are?"
"Not exactly. See if you can spot something you recognize."
Occasional glimpses of blue appeared in odd relief through thin patches of the fog. Lill heard the faint clang of a bell.
The old school bell at the lighthouse! "It's the Misses Barloe! They're giving us a fog signal!"
Cal leaned well forward of the rear cockpit. "I can't quite make the direction!"
"We must be right over it, or we wouldn’t hear it at all." Lill shouted. "It's just an old school bell, not a proper foghorn or anything."
A thinning in the fog permitted an unhelpful view of an oblong of beach, which might have been any island. Another cloud stretched thinly below, halfway to revealing a jagged bit of black rock. It might have been anywhere... and so too, might be the submarine.
Lill tore her eyes from the sky, opening up brilliant and crystal above her. The plane flew nose-up,so that looking ahead gave a good view of the open sky, and not much else. She steeled her will, grasped the side of the cockpit with both hands, and looked straight down. They sped at a dizzying height above blue-white and sandy swirls of unrecognizable color. Lill's stomach swirled in a most uncomfortable answering swirl. Her vague thought of looking for a straight wake disappeared at once. She could not see enough sea, all at once, to tell a wake from a wave.
The Jenny banked left. Cal called, "We need to keep a view of the shoreline. It didn’t look so foggy before we got here!"
To the side, Lill could see thick fog rolling toward the shoreline, rapidly washing out any useful landmark from her view.
They had to have some idea of where they were. She clamped down on her increasing queasiness and looked in all directions. Where did all this fog come from?
It seemed deep and firm enough to step out onto.
"Do you know where we are?"
"Not exactly. See if you can spot something you recognize."
Occasional glimpses of blue appeared in odd relief through thin patches of the fog. Lill heard the faint clang of a bell.
The old school bell at the lighthouse! "It's the Misses Barloe! They're giving us a fog signal!"
Cal leaned well forward of the rear cockpit. "I can't quite make the direction!"
"We must be right over it, or we wouldn’t hear it at all." Lill shouted. "It's just an old school bell, not a proper foghorn or anything."
A thinning in the fog permitted an unhelpful view of an oblong of beach, which might have been any island. Another cloud stretched thinly below, halfway to revealing a jagged bit of black rock. It might have been anywhere... and so too, might be the submarine.
Short story available online:
'Spinning the Baiji' is a short story, published online only, but available via the Wildrose, or Bookstrand.
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=158&products_id=3692
Lin Li has no memory of a time before she loved SunLee. He is an old-fashioned sort of man, practicing tai chi and communing with the river creatures as in times of old. She knows he is promised to another, still, she secretly shares his dawns. She wishes to stop time and stay forever on the leaf-spattered trail where their lives entwine.
The day approaches when the mighty Yangtze River’s current will still, and the finest things in her life must end. Her love for SunLee, like the unimaginable beauty of the Yangtze lotus, will fall away to no more than myth. Sorrow brings her the last of the baiji. The magic of the white river dolphin offers her a lyrical world of love, but perhaps, not her one love...
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=158&products_id=3692
Lin Li has no memory of a time before she loved SunLee. He is an old-fashioned sort of man, practicing tai chi and communing with the river creatures as in times of old. She knows he is promised to another, still, she secretly shares his dawns. She wishes to stop time and stay forever on the leaf-spattered trail where their lives entwine.
The day approaches when the mighty Yangtze River’s current will still, and the finest things in her life must end. Her love for SunLee, like the unimaginable beauty of the Yangtze lotus, will fall away to no more than myth. Sorrow brings her the last of the baiji. The magic of the white river dolphin offers her a lyrical world of love, but perhaps, not her one love...
