Now available for purchase in both KINDLE VERSION or PAPERBACK – the complete story of THE FORGOTTEN CHILD
BOOK 3 – A PARTING IN THE SKY
BOOK 2 – THE AFRICAN CONNECTION (ON SALE THIS WEEK FOR 99 CENTS!)
BOOK 1 – A MAN TOO OLD FOR A PLACE TOO FAR
A Parting in the Sky – Book 3 of The Forgotten Child Trilogy goes live on Wednesday, March 20 – only two days!
I’m really excited to finally get the ending to this special story released. I’ve spent two and half years writing these three stories, and I’m pleased with how they turned out. Hopefully the readers will as well.
To celebrate the release: Book 2 The African Connection is available for only 99 cents all week! It’s a steal, so please pick yourself up a copy.
And, of course, Book 3 is currently on Pre-Order and is set to send to your Kindle on Wednesday.
Plus, if you are a KINDLE UNLIMITED member, you can read the entire trilogy for free!
One last thing: Box Set in the works! Stay tuned.
I’m pleased to announce the release of my first ever baseball story. I’ve been in love with baseball since I was nine years old, and I’ve been wanting to write a baseball story for a long time. I finally have, and now it’s available for only $0.99!
In fact, this is just the beginning of a complete work of fiction I plan on writing which will be a historical fiction work about a fictitious minor league independent league team. But it’s more than just about baseball. I’ll admit it. I have definitely been influenced by W.P. Kinsella in this regard and will certainly focus on the mystical elements and lore of the game as well as the human emotional part of our national pastime.
So this story is just a teaser of where I’m going with it, and I can’t wait to keep writing on this project. Soon!
In the meantime, here is the story’s blurb. I’ll post a excerpt later in the week. Please share this with all the baseball-loving folks in your family.
THE HUNDRED PITCH AT BAT – BLURB:
August 1949. Rochelle Stadium. Town of Winosook. Deep in the Alleghenies.
This is the story of how I became a doctor. I give all the credit to Archie Showalter, a ballplayer on the independent league team the Winosook Iron Horses. I was there that day when he had his historic at bat—an impossible one-hundred pitches. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes … but I did. I was sitting right behind the crafty reporter Pepe Weiss from the Winosook Watcher as he came to sit next to Archie Showalter’s wife down the third baseline in order to ascertain the meaning of the improbable at bat. As her husband kept fouling off pitches, she started crying, and I eventually understood why.
It didn’t matter what was thrown: high and tight, way outside, ten feet high, or right down the middle. Showalter fouled off every one with a determination and whimsical flare that bordered on the miraculous. But when Iron Horses owner Raymond Blythe announced over the loudspeaker that each additional foul ball would earn Showalter a bonus, Archie did something that no one had ever seen, or will ever see again. Because he wasn’t hitting for his team. He wasn’t playing out his contract. He was on a deeply personal mission, and his courage changed the course of my life.
This is the story of the hundred pitch at bat, and why I went back to medical school.
I was thrilled to be awarded the Best Action & Adventure Award for February 2019 from Many Books for book one of the Forgotten Child Trilogy: A MAN TOO OLD FOR A PLACE TOO FAR.
Hey, look! There’s a badge on my book!
If you haven’t started it yet, GIVE IT A TRY! (READ FOR FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED)
The MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW called it “A unique, entertaining, and deftly crafted novel by an author with a genuine gift for imaginative and engaging storytelling.” – Small Press Bookwatch, Midwest Book Review
Thanks for the recognition, Many Books!
I have concluded this: Boh Tea is my favorite in the world.
Boh is grown in the lush Malaysian Cameron Highlands, and I started drinking it when I lived in Penang. I eventually was hooked on unsweetened Boh black tea. Smooth and flavorful.
I really started missing Boh tea when I moved to Saudi Arabia. I tried a wide variety of teas and eventually settled on a brand name Ahmad tea based out of London. I liked it, and I was happy.
One day, I discovered on Amazon that they sell Boh tea. I was ecstatic and told my kids that’s what I wanted for Christmas. So, sure enough, I unwrapped a bunch of Boh tea boxes which were under the Christmas tree. I ended up bringing back 16 boxes of Boh tea.
The first thing I did was a taste test – Ahmad Tea beside Boh Tea.
I tried Ahmad. “Okay, that’s good.”
And then I tried the Boh again for the first time. “Wow! Oh my goodness. Throw out the Ahmad!”
Boh blew it away. Flavor – rich & smooth with hints of green tea – so much flavor and I finally remembered why I liked it so much.
The smooth rich flavors of the tea mix so perfectly well with the smooth rich sounds of the Bose, so whether I’m punching out words on my computer or cooking in the kitchen, the Boh and Bose tandem are there to keep me company.
If you are a tea lover, give Boh a try. I am not a paid endorser. I buy the stuff by the Boht load.
So here they are, the perfect pair:
And here’s a photo I took of the Boh plantation in Malaysia when I visited a few years back.
Part 3 of the Forgotten Child Trilogy, releasing March 20th, begins like this:
She cowered in the shadows of the ambulatory, tucked behind the ribbed lines of a granite pillar. Her boy lay limp in her arms, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow and punctuated by an occasional whimper as her soft pats and solemn tones tried to revive the spark within him. Patches of black skin blotted his face, hidden under a blanket wound around him. Voices echoed from the aisle and, with haste, she picked up a bronze basin filled with black ash.
“Lord, I repent. We repent,” she repeated in her native German tongue.
She lifted the edge of the blanket from the boy’s face, exposing him to the chill of the cathedral.
The cathedral referred to in the opening scene is the Cologne Cathedral, on the Rhine River in northwestern Germany. I visited it with my family back in 2014, and it made such an impression that it ended up being a location in my newest novel. Here’s a few photos I took of my visit:
It’s spectacular and awe-inspiring. The cathedral even made it onto the cover of the A PARTING IN THE SKY:
Yep, there it is with Francis Frick standing off to the left staring into the sea. The cathedral becomes the backdrop to the backstory of the trilogy. It exposes the origins of the warrior Ash and his relationship with Zette. Here’s another excerpt from chapter 1.
“Ambros, I love you.” She kissed him, blackness and all, disease and all. She kissed him and placed the child in swaddling clothes on the edge of the ornate shrine of the relics of the Magi—the remains of the wise men who had once traveled to Bethlehem to visit a different child, but which now resided in the cloistered sanctum of the Cologne cathedral.
“Please. Take my Ambros.” She lifted her face towards the priests. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
She turned and ran the opposite direction under the arched vault, past the chapel, and down the side aisle.
“Black death!” the priests repeated as they pointed at the child. “Black death! The plague is in the cathedral.”
The child breathed his last. He had no more whimpers—no more carnal cries for help. His body had fought all it could.
The gifts of the Magi were different for this child. No one bestowed him with gold, frankincense, or myrrh—only cursed looks from the contingent of priests who bemoaned the black death defiling the sacred house of God. They scurried out of the ambulatory and called for the bishop to expel the disease from their presence. A lone child lay in the company of the remains of the Magi. There was, however, one more in the child’s presence.
Christian tradition holds that the remains – relics as they call them – of the Magi, the travelers from the east who visited the young baby Jesus, were brought to the Cologne Cathedral where they remain to this day. It was an interesting and unexpected twist which I enjoyed weaving into the novel. This scene takes place in A.D. 1347 as the black plague grips Europe.
I really enjoy using my experiences around the world in my writing, and it’s my wish that the reader will enjoy them too.
A PARTING IN THE SKY – Part Three of the Forgotten Child Trilogy releases on Kindle & Paperback on March 20, 2019.
One final Excerpt:
Death has a way of bolstering doubt and diminishing purpose. The bustling town of Cologne, on the mighty Rhine River, had closed its inner soul to the stench of the plague. The people toiled as a hopeless lot against the unstoppable power of the grave. That may have played a part in why she felt an unmistakable stirring within her. That, and the absurdity of the scene in the cathedral. Ashes poured over a child’s head. The high-brow barking of the priests. The presence of the bones of the long-dead Magi. But in the end, it was the lone child, unable to muster a sound, falling out of life with each breath as his mother ran in anguish the other way that made the watcher see the uselessness of it all.
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The school where I teach drama is on the verge of having a brand-new, state-of-the-art auditorium. I like to call it a theatre, myself.
It’s completely outfitted with Source 4 LED lights which are awesome and so incredibly versatile. It’s got a ETC Element lighting console and a complete professional Bose sound system coming next week. It’s got 10 rigging bars with high capacity motors and a powered curtain. It’s going to be a sweet facility and it will be my domain day in and day out. I can’t wait!
But what hit me, yesterday, as I was being trained on the ETC Element, is that I have a TON of learning to do, and I have to learn fast because the very first show in our theatre is opening on April 24. Now that I know I’ll have the auditorium, it changes everything about the show. Ahhh!
Where to begin? Scrims. I need to make some scrims. Gobos. I need some gobos!
Oh yeah, I need to learn the equipment.
And lighting plan? How’s this? My first rough draft.
Don’t try and decipher it. I can barely understand it, but it’s my first real lighting plan, so that’s exciting!
In the past, I’ve had the privilege of working with professional technicians trained in lighting for theatre. Not any more. I gotta learn, and some of the AV guys at the school gotta learn. Lighting for drama is a BEAST, and we have to tame it!
Anxiety level: high!
Excitement level: even higher!
Here’s a mock-up of the poster for my April show. I can’t wait. No, yes, I can because I have so much work to do until I get there. But it will be a fun ride.
Time to replan the backdrop for the show. Anyone going to be in Jeddah in April?