Thank you for taking the time to visit, I hope you enjoy the stories with in..
I want to dedicate my work to my mom who recently passed on. March 15th 1945 to July 25th 2016.
Love and miss ya mom Rest in Peace.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there… I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow…
I am the diamond glints on snow…
I am the sunlight on ripened grain…
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight…
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there… I did not die.
At this point, I have edited The Clock Runs Down. This is only the first real edit so don’t expect perfection. .
DTR the first edit, chapters one through eighteen are now posted. More to follow.
I am also in the process of editing Alone in the world and will post the newer version when finished. Flight of the Paladin will be next.
Thanks for reading, I would appreciate any comments to help improve the story, and will continue to edit as time allows and yes I am currently aware of my grammar deficiency and working to correct it. hopefully you can see past that to enjoy the story.
if you want to contact me to ask questions, rant or tell me I was dead wrong on the range of an Army ants M18 just check my profile where I have my Email address posted.
“May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and the road downhill all the way to your door.”