Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Our beautiful loved home we lived and grew up in, Zimbabwe with her mighty, thunderous water of wonder ' Victoria Falls '
Our land Africa where we grew up in with its wonderful wild animals and life, its stillness of natural beauty, its primitive people.
My country of birth and culture Greece with its ancient land mark of the ' Acropolis '
Our now country of residence USA, the country of freedom, where the opportunity for Captain Frankie was given to take up the love of his life and career, aeronautics/pilot with her amazingly huge land mark ' The Statue of Liberty '
The land of Canada where our two sons were given their opportunities to reside in with the mighty curtain of water so very powerful ' The Niagara Falls '.
The ' Eiffel Tower ' where the beginning of our two sons Canadian future paths began.
This is the "beautiful bright sun shining light" that suddenly shone in my heart on this wonderful morning that took me back to think of that particular moment of our angelic flights and choices of destinations in our children's book with Captain Frankie.
THERE IS ALWAYS A STORY TO BE TOLD BEHIND EVERY CREATION IN LIFE.
Let us take a deep look into the bottom of our happy hearts our inner selves and know that we all have HAPPY, wonderful, thankful, mysterious, worthwhile stories to tell our family, friends, the world , to all of our children in our world, always with such happy endings, always seeking more and more happy, fun adventures to travel to in our beautiful world.
Monday, September 2, 2013
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
No, this doesn't really have anything to do with Creating Estelan but it does have to do with me and the little girl I started this series for. She's a very special little girl and I cannot wait to watch her leave broad, bright paint strokes across this world.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Until then, all roads lead to Estelan no matter how rocky and winding they may be.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Amazon Rating: 4.8 Stars (13 reviews)"Earth-Sim starts off awesome and just keeps getting even better...Ms. Kerrion has done an amazing job with her world-building...This is one book that I will find myself rereading over and over - and one that I will encourage all of my friends to read."—Cara Drake, Amazon reviewer
Was the super-continent of Pangaea split because of a management dispute? Is the biblical flood the earliest evidence of why "technology and water don't mix"? If you always suspected that mass extinctions, such as the Black Death, had an otherworldly reason, you just might be right. Is there a real message hidden in the mysterious manuscripts that human sages and savants have created through the generations? Is there life out there, beyond our planet, and why has none of it shown up on Earth yet? Earth-Sim is a unique spin on the history of Earth and the history of mankind. What if Earth and the entire universe were actually part of a simulation program? What if the most iconic and memorable events in Earth's history were decisions (or more frequently accidents) triggered by two college students, Jem Moran and Kir Davos, who are still sorting out the finer points of working together and more importantly, still arguing over the finer points of planetary management? Bring your sense of humor. Earth-Sim is frequently whimsical and often irreverent. Either way, you finally have someone to blame for the state the world is in. E-books available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords Paperbacks available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository BOOK LAUNCH SALE (50% DISCOUNT): Grab a copy of Earth-Sim for only $1.50 at Smashwords with coupon code MS68F. Valid until April 15.
When the Silence Ends
Amazon Ratings: 4.6 Stars (9 reviews)“Wow! When the Silence Ends is captivating! I laughed, I cried, I could not put it down. Forget Harry Potter and Twilight…every young adult should read this book!”—KatRomeo, Amazon reviewer
When you choose your friends, you also choose your enemies.
Seventeen-year old Dee wants nothing more than to help her twin brother, Dum, break free from the trauma in their childhood and speak again, but the only person who can help Dum is the alpha empath, Danyael Sabre, whom the U.S. government considers a terrorist and traitor.The search for Danyael will lead Dee and Dum from the sheltered protection of the Mutant Affairs Council and into the violent, gang-controlled heart of Anacostia. Ensnared by Danyael’s complicated network of friends and enemies, Dee makes her stand in a political and social war that she is ill equipped to fight. What can one human, armed only with her wits and pepper spray, do against the super-powered mutants who dominate the Genetic Revolution? America, nevertheless, is ripe for transformation. Exhausted by decades of belligerence between humans and their genetic derivatives--the clones, in vitros, and mutants--society is on the verge of falling apart or growing up. Dee, with her sassy attitude and smart mouth, is the unwitting pebble that starts the avalanche of change. In her quest to help her brother become normal, Dee will finally learn what it means to be extraordinary. When the Silence Ends is a Young Adult novel in the award-winning Double Helix series. E-books available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords Paperbacks available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository BOOK LAUNCH SALE (50% DISCOUNT): Grab a copy of When the Silence Ends for only $1.50 at Smashwords with coupon code FL93Y. Valid until April 15.
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My contribution to the hop - an excerpt from ESTELAN
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
A snippet from Atya
“Pa-pa?” She listened for the electric ripple through the trees. It did not take long for the diaphanous image of her father to sweep into the clearing.
“Atya, at the ready!” Though lacking its volume, her father’s ghostly voice retained its severity.
A broken branch flew across the clearing. Atya leapt gracefully into a back flip but the thicker end caught her knee hard enough to alter her trajectory. Recovering as best she could, Atya fell into a crouch and withdrew a scrap of metal from the junk pile to cut down the next bits of debris.
“Yes, Pa-pa.” Atya grabbed a larger piece of scrap from the pile, shrinking behind it as a shower of stones battered the faux shield. She waited for the barrage to cease before peeking around the edge of the metal plate. A massive tree branch hurled toward her, Atya flung her makeshift shield at it and rolled to the side, cutting her hand on the smaller piece of metal she would not yield. Ignoring the sting, the young woman rebounded in time to stave off the next onslaught of pebbles directed toward the spot she quickly vacated.
“Again. This time do not speak. An attacker will not seek your acknowledgement.” Before her father’s ghost finished speaking, the crackle of a tree trunk warned her of its imminent fall. Atya sprang to safety as the dead tree landed with a thud. They continued in such a matter until the first rays of dawn colored the snow-covered peaks of Morine range.
Bruised and weary from training, Atya settled on a fallen tree trunk, watching her father’s ghost float to and fro as he was wont to do. “Pa-pa?”
“You are improving, Atya.” The ghost paused to look toward the house. “How is your mother? And your sisters?”
“They are well. Ma-ma stills sobs for you when she thinks we are sleeping.” Atya and Vara kept that knowledge to themselves. “Are you certain I cannot tell her?”
“No, daughter, our arrangement does not work that way. You and you alone witnessed the truth and made the oath.” The specter looked to the east. “I must go, Atya.”
“I know, Pa-Pa, I know.” Atya closed her eyes to fight the tears. He did not need to carry more guilt to the other realm.
“You could not have saved me, Atya. Do not carry my death as your burden.” His words, spoken a hundred times before, echoed through her head. As the first sunbeams warmed her face, Atya opened her eyes, tears flowed free and the memories came unbidden.
“Atya, Commander Coulyon does not wish his sword to be jeweled.” Castor had no sons but his second eldest daughter could pass for one given her crudely cropped hair and masculine attire. “It is early, daughter, why are you awake?”
“I came to learn, Pa-pa. I can do this.” Atya sat upon a work bench toying with a small dagger and swinging her legs casually, eyes trained on Castor’s every move.
“Atya, they will never permit you to run the forge alone. For all the games you play at being a boy it cannot change the truth.” Castor crossed the room and laid his finished work beside her. Firelight reflected off the blade and for a moment Atya swore she saw a shadow in the reflection. “You are young, Atya, this will not be enough when you are grown.”
“Yes it will, Pa-pa. I am not like Vara. Mother destroys all I cook, my weaving is pathetic, and I cannot sit still for lessons.” Atya frowned. There was more but it would not do to mention them now. “I know the metals and the stones. If you would let me work the fires I know I could –“
“Enough, Atya.” Castor laughed, a deep belly laugh that shook his large frame. “Indeed you should have been a boy. Very well, we begin your training by fire on the morrow. I will speak with your mother tonight.” He tousled her hair, still smiling broadly. “Run along, wash up and help with dinner.”
“Yes, Pa-pa.” Atya leaned up and pecked her father on the cheek. Before she could slip out the side door, the front entrance swung inward in a flourish. Atya leapt behind her father as three guards burst through the door followed by Commander Coulyon. Father and daughter knelt before him. Atya studied the polished boots of the troops, waiting for the Commander’s release.
Atya waited for her father’s weight to shift before she stood and slipped behind him. Peeking beneath her father’s elbow she studied the Commander. Not much taller than her father, Commander Coulyon appeared far more menacing. Atya could not remember a time before this Commander. Though she was but a toddler when Coulyon relieved the prior Commander of his duties, Atya knew the tale as well as any citizen of Leavai. After winning a victory in the west, Coulyon walked into the former Commander’s war tent and slit his throat before the council. After slaying three more men he was chained and delivered to Emperor Attan. Most men would have faced a week in the stacks followed by a slow, extremely painful death, but not Coulyon. In a surprise move, Emperor Attan promoted Coulyon. Since then, the people of Leavei knew prosperity but at a great price. Though always skilled in the ways of war, since Coulyon’s advancement the people of Leavei no longer knew the feel of peacetime. Now the ruthless Commander stood before Castor with a menacing look in his eye and his lip curled in a sneer.
“Is it ready?”
Castor pushed Atya back further, “Go on, help your mother with breakfast, I will be in shortly.” Atya nodded and slipped out the side entrance. Ignoring her father’s instruction, Atya hopped on a crate and peeked in the window.
“Commander Coulyon, I did not expect you this early.” Castor shifted to the table where the finished blade lay. “The blade will be ready this afternoon. I can have my eldest deliver it to your camp –“
“That does not work for me, blacksmith. I requested it today, I am here and I wish my sword.” Coulyon shifted. “I am very disappointed.”
“Apologies, Commander. I misunderstood. It will be done within the hour.”
“You do not understand. I want my sword now.” Coulyon flicked his wrist and before Castor could react, the three soldiers fell on him. When they withdrew, Castor fell against the table. Atya suppressed her scream, shock and fear cementing her in place. One of the soldiers took the blade, handed it to Coulyon and led the way out of the shop.
Atya stumbled off her perch and flew into the shop. “Pa-pa?” Blood saturated his shirt in three places. A sick feeling filled Atya’s stomach as she crept around to see his face. His eyes were wide open and blood trickled from his mouth.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
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