My everlasting gobstopper hinders speech Taking it in and out of my mouth to speak becomes a sticky mess I would endow it with the gift of keeping your enemies quiet Give them all one to stop their gossip Mother said it was quite improper To speak with your mouth full My cheeks are too weary to try I think there is a good possibility That I could maim myself by trying in the form of losing my teeth It really is vast. I think its impressive getting it in my mouth in the first place It’s not useful, it doesn’t refresh Then again, it’s only a penny gobstopper that lasts three days plus, I have not become immune to them yet…
SOME SECRETS WILL KILL YOU… and some are about someone who is already dead. A mother must find the truth before the secrets destroy her family…
Excerpt from ‘Secrets’
She took a long hard look at herself in the mirror. Do any of us really know who we are, she asked herself. Are we the product of many lifetimes, like coloured plasticine all rolled together? All mixed up and confused, struggling with thoughts and feelings that might not belong to the here and now?
Maggie felt extremely sad but didn’t know why, there were tears in her eyes for no specific reason she could think of. It was a personal sadness, nothing to do with what Jack had done. Her life was pretty good, yet the feeling was there. She wondered if it could be an old sadness from another time that affected her, her mind not really thinking or remembering what it was.
When she thought about it, there had been many such days when she’d play a romantic record and the words would mean more than they should, perpetuating the sadness, the feeling of something lost. Did she have a secret, something bad that she had done, just waiting to be discovered?
She lay on the bed waiting for Jack and wondered if the strange world she’d been thrown into was more real than her mind would let her believe. It was hard to keep on denying it, what with Jack’s behaviour and poor Danny, tormented by this invisible force that seemed to have the power to inflict real pain and suffering. It was useless to even think about running from something you couldn’t see. She was remembering a passage from the Bible, when she heard Jack say good night to Danny. That the Good Lord sends no more than a body can bear…
She wondered if that was true, that maybe the worst was over…
I’ve been thinking about this review for a few days. I finished Secrets a short while ago and I’ve been trying decide how to express what I felt about it, but now my heading really says it all. This is a strong and powerful story, very well told. The characters are well-drawn and empathic; you have to like and sympathise with them fully, and the main plot, being that of a child who has an invisible but somewhat malicious ‘friend’, is very compelling. If you enjoy and read a lot of paranormal suspense, then you will really love this book. It isn’t my usual choice but I still found myself ‘turning the pages’ on my Kindle till I reached the end. In fact, it is very good! I won’t say too much about the story as I don’t want to spoil the suspense and excitement for the reader, so this review is quite short. However, I think Anita Dawes has tapped into subjects that are very topical today and it’s well worth reading this book to see what can happen when we bury secrets for too long.
People, follow the sign back through history Listen to the still voice leading you through the drought Keep note of the symbol you have seen along the way The week ahead will slide away Too fast the end comes Your rights have been assaulted By an onslaught of other opinions Let it be, don’t pour oil on fire…
June 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features a solstice. What is the era and setting? Use the solstice as a celebration, metaphor, or talking point. Go where the prompt leads!
To call them stones As if you could skip one across the pond Is to belittle their majesty I stand in front of them Waiting for the sunrise Wishing I could walk back Through a living moment of history To see the stars, fly by To see the sunset and rise over it again Until I reach the moment when Salisbury Plain was just that, plain To watch the first hole being dug The upright slip into place On around the circle like a child’s game Of ring a ring-o’roses I feel my heart beat with the rising sun…
The week hasn’t started yet, and I’m already worrying enough for six people.
You see, because I haven’t been posting about my sister’s health lately, most of you probably think she is doing well. The truth is somewhat sadder, I’m afraid.
Although Anita really did appreciate everyone’s good wishes last year, she said she needed to move on and concentrate on getting better, so asked me to stop the updates. The loss of her health has come as a shock to all of us, including Anita as she has always been the healthiest member of our family. We have since discovered that although she is the head of the family, always first with help and advice when we all need it, she is the worst patient in the world and exceedingly difficult to take care of!
Despite her will power, (and most of mine!) there are still days when she struggles to breathe and has very little strength. Her quality of life drags on the floor and some days we fear for the worst. We are constantly being assured that the pacemaker thingy is doing its job, but at the same time, they admit to the setting being very low to avoid straining her severely damaged heart.
Eventually, our concerns filtered through to the consultant, who rang our house and spoke to Anita at length, resulting in appointments for several tests this week. An Echocardiogram and an Angiogram, blood tests etc. A stent was mentioned, too, so all being well, we may eventually have good news.
In the meantime, though, I am having trouble concentrating on anything, but desperate to keep busy…
Emlyn’s story continues in Journey 6, The Fluting Fell. She gains tragic insight into Boabhan… horrifying things that she is too young to know. This event also shows an unexpected softer side to another character. The travelers reach an abandoned estate, Wych Elm Manor, although it is not completely unoccupied. It yields answers as well as questions. Emlyn finds clues that lead them farther into their journey. She also meets the silvery-haired young man again. The travelers have put some distance between themselves and the Brethren of Un’Naf, but do even worse dangers await them? Danger deepens when they take refuge in a mysterious structure. Come, be a part of the Journeys of “Dead of Winter.”
I always look forward to the stunning new cover images and reading the next fascinating journey of the Dead of Winter. This time we are warned of a very disturbing chapter in Emlyn’s life, and we follow Emlyn as she searches for the truth. Gradually, the mysteries in this story are being uncovered, beginning to explain why Emlyn has always been different and special in some disturbing ways.
Like why Emlyn has such vivid dreams. Are they trying to tell her about her past, or is it the future they forewarn about? Nasty, vivid dreams that remind her of a terrible time in her past, something so awful she cannot remember it or believe it is to be true.
Emlyn learns the reason for this dream, of a disturbing secret, the memory of something she seems to share with a member of the Deae Matres. It happened at the time of the Binding, the time when the nightwalkers were driven into the Realm of the Dead.
This was a surprise for me too but was sensitively handled by the author.
Finally, Emlyn begins to understand the reason she is on this journey.
There are powerfully written events in this story, and such lovely moments too. I loved that Emlyn gets over her fear of horses, and that she finds some wonderful clothes to wear! There is another visit from the mysterious young silver haired man too, so many things to remember and experience, but all leading her further into danger.
All the while, the Realm of the Dead grows ever closer.
Another garden post! The truth is I can’t think of anything to say about writing that I haven’t said already. So no rule-quibbling, nothing about the WIP, and no buy-my-books message (although you can find out about those via the menu at the top or in the sidebar).
You really should click HERE and take a walk around Audrey’s beautiful garden…