En Route

Mist, Moonbeams, and Shadows….

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

Falcon in flight

‘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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En Route

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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