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Mist, Moonbeams, and Shadows….

The following is an excerpt from Echoes of Silence, book #3 in the Time & Unforeseen Occurrence seven-novel series:

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‘Jenny felt a surge of nostalgia as she unbuckled the kids’ seat belts in Colombo. The usual roar of the airport was uncharacteristically subdued, even for a Sunday. As Tom, Linda, and Mahrie transported the sleeping children one by one into the waiting helicopters, the pilots dimmed the Falcon’s lights and departed, and Jenny stood alone in a plane clad in mist, moonbeams, and shadows. Tom ascended the stairs one last time, and standing still in silhouette in the doorway, he waited.

“Tom,” she whispered, and covered her mouth with her hand.
Without a word, he put his arms around her, and let her cry the last salt tears with which she would season this plane, and there had been many.

He’d had an ocean to quietly reflect upon his own memories of the past seven years. Together they had weathered more storms in those years than many do in a lifetime. The Falcon carried more than just people, it held the ghosts of their memories, and he wondered if the laughter and tears would linger after they were gone….

He escorted Jenny down the stairs with his arm still clasped firmly around her shoulders.

Linda watched the scene from the window of the helicopter, and closing her eyes she suspired and sighed; this night would be a long one. She felt a lump slowly forming in her throat, and her eyes stung as she fought the tears that threatened to fall.  Saying goodbye is never easy….

The girls slept beside her, cognizant of nothing, and Mahrie and Joe sat opposite, not understanding fully, but both sensing that this was no ordinary journey.

Tom helped Jenny to climb in beside the boys, who hadn’t stirred, and the helicopters took off in tandem, leaving the ghost ship behind in the trailing mist, as they whirred their way deep in to the mountains.’

Falcon all aboard

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The Sri Lankan highlands, home of The Mission, are central to this story, as central as Tom and Jenny’s K’i-pahulu (Maui) home, and Tom’s native Netanya, a half-hour’s drive from Tel Aviv, and forty-five minutes from Jerusalem.

Make Tom and Jenny’s journey through life part of your own.  I promise you won’t be sorry!

You can read the first five chapters of the Time & Unforeseen Occurrence seven-novel series here –

http://jesseleighbrackstone.com/first_five.pdf

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Flight….

This magnificent bald eagle was perched motionless high up in a tree beside the Bridge River, focused intently on catching a glimpse of silver scales flashing in the fast-moving water – breakfast for his growing family, and a slow, grizzly death for the unsuspecting salmon. I watched him for a moment or two, his head darting back and forth, his yellow eyes skimming the pearl gray water, his pinions disheveling in the biting wind.  He ignored me, and as I coaxed my Canon to come to life in the chill of the early morning, I snapped him as he left his perch, diving at 105 miles per hour, but he disappeared in to the canyon before I could get his prey on film.  Man!  I hate that!  Anyway, he put me in mind of a song I wrote not so long ago, and used (in part) as the opening to Chapter Twenty-one in book #4 – The Gathering Dark – in the Time & Unforeseen Occurrence seven-novel series.

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Most of you probably know by now that all of the chapters in all of the books are preceded by a poem, prose, or a song to set the mood for each chapter.  If I’d had this fellow then, I think I might have included him….

 

‘Black Roses

 

Last night I dreamed of black roses

With blood dripping red from their thorns

And the sky was a strange kind of crimson

That never did change with the dawn

And I stood there and stared at an eagle

Its yellow eyes stared back at me

It was caught up in flight and soon gone from my sight

And I wished that eagle were me

 

Last night I dreamed I was flying

And my wings took me out into space

As the stars drifted by me I wondered

Why no breath of wind kissed my face

It was dark, it was cold there and empty

Each glimmer of light far away

And part of me wanted to run from that place

Another part wanted to stay

 

Last night I dreamed I was aching

For somebody warm in my bed

Just someone to hold me, but nobody told me

That I’d wake up lonely instead

And I cried for the sand and the sound of the sea

For the softly whispering foam

And I do confess it’s a mystery to me

Why I can’t seem to find my way home’

 

 

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(Above) Scanning the waters.

 

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Ah… breakfast!

 

 

I love flight, I always have, and I’ve flown in most kinds of planes, I suppose, from hot-air balloons, to gliders, to MiGs, to all sorts of commercial planes.  The only one I haven’t been up in, and would still love to experience, is a Dassault Falcon 7X.  Ah, but I managed to live vicariously… a little, in enjoying Tom’s and Jenny’s journeys in theirs.

Despite the sense of loss and longing at the conclusion of Black Roses, it seems to me that we’re all searching in one way or another, and however far our journeys may take us, we’re just trying to find our way home….

Love, peace, and All Good Things – Jesse.

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Read the first five chapters of the seven-novel Time & Unforeseen Occurrence series here –

http://jesseleighbrackstone.com/first_five.pdf

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Champagne, bubble baths, and softly falling snow….

Today, we were supposed to ‘scan’ the Digital Version of the Time & Unforeseen Occurrence seven-novel series, due to be released on July 1st, 2015.  We’d just received the final document from the printer’s and we had to check the alignment of circa 6,000 pages.  When I read the word ‘scan,’ I foolishly thought it might take an hour or two – at most, but it didn’t, it took all day.  I do confess that we might have made it through the task a little faster, but we’ve missed our friends, and the story, and we found ourselves reading sometimes, instead of ‘scanning,’ when a particularly delicious segment caught our attention.

Tom and Jenny, the leading gentleman and lady of the story, were nibbling on strawberries, sipping on champagne, and soaking in a hot, round, fragrant bubble bath in Jenny’s photography studio, tucked away near TYAX, in Canada’s Coastal Mountains, and far away from their family home in Maui.  And winter was on the wing….

Here’s an excerpt from Book #6 in the series, entitled The Fairing Sky:

‘The lake waters thundered against the shore and the northern wind roared angrily, hungrily, as Tom and Jenny watched the first few flakes of snow fall silently and then disappear into the midst of the squalls of swirling, ill-fated leaves, stolen from the swaying trees all around them.  Soaking in the warmth of their bubble bath, grateful for the shelter, Jenny hoped that they had brought enough warm clothing for what was sure to be a bitter morning.  A large, wet, burgundy maple leaf stuck to the bathroom window, like five groping fingers hoping to hold on for the night.  As it slid slowly down the slippery glass an inch or two, Jenny noticed a black spider attached to it, furiously attempting to spin a web, an anchor to help it ride out the raging storm. 

Tom lifted his leg, and with his toes, he pulled the hot water faucet toward them, infusing the bath with fresh, steaming liquid, while Jenny poured another capful of lilac-scented bubble bath into the mix.  Tom reached over and grasped the bottle of dealcoholized champagne, filling up Jenny’s glass, and was about to fill his own when they heard a shrill scream coming from Gabriel’s room.’

Ah, the joys of parenthood, no?  We read the next few pages too… we couldn’t help it!  After spending a decade creating the Epstein family saga, we feel that they’re family to us now, and we’re officially junkies, as we seldom go for more than a day or two without visiting with them, either in the first seven books, the sequel (due out in October 2015), or in the final book, the one I’m tidying up now, but I haven’t had the time to enjoy immersing myself in the journey lately, as our upcoming tour is taking all our time.

If you’d like to read the first five chapters of the story on line, you can do it free at my Web site, with my compliments.  Here’s the link – http://jesseleighbrackstone.com/first_five.pdf .  We’d love to hear your thoughts about the story.

Oh, the featured image at the top of the page is a lake not far from the TYAX Lodge, and closer to our house, going the other way.  We think it’s beautiful, but then – we’re a little biased.

G’night, Godbless, and may you always hear the whisper of wings.

Love – Jesse.

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