CHAPTER SIX: GEORGIE, 1878

Memories. They may bless or they may curse, but they may never go away. Not completely. For years, buried leagues below the seas of our forgetfulness, memories suddenly, inexplicably, return like Paradise itself, and when that happens we bask in the pleasure. Often the case is contrary, however. At those times the memories swirl beneath the dark waters like the shadows of circling sharks, or they loom suddenly, as soul-shattering reefs. At the age of 12 T.J. struck one such “reef.”

CHAPTER FIVE: The Invocation

A touch of white lace graced her neck. Other lace accented the firmness of her upper arms. T.J. adored the sight of her, and though he tried not to let it show, his wife Elizabeth observed all ...

CHAPTER FOUR: STELLA 1943

Stella would be on her font porch, waiting on for T.J. as usual. Clouds drifted overhead and T.J ambled unaware, with no presentiment of the disaster that would transport him to another world.

CHAPTER THREE: LEVIATHON

Awakened by his nightmares, T.J. rolled over and fell sleep again, but fitfully. His roof had sprouted a new leak, and the drips of water splashed on his face, running down his chin and wetting the pillow.