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"Love can carry us through all of
this. It doesn't age. Its back doesn't go out. It doesn't get arthritis,
or need a motor. It doesn't lose its hearing or become forgetful. It is
what keeps on when the years get late and our hair is grey. It's what
can heal and buoy us through anything. I want to be old with you, yes,
but I want to feel young with you forever."
I finished reading the words and found myself speechless. I was a
single mother, yet this selfless bachelor had come into my life, and he
had literally changed everything. I'd never known a love like this.
In this middle grade fantasy, Aliya Fisher knows nothing about her true
heritage until a vindictive sorceress kidnaps her brother and sister.
The young adventurer must take up her birthright, battle strange
creatures, and find the Sword of Senack if she hopes to best the witch.
But even if Aliya finds the famed weapon and survives the perilous
oceanic journey, the enchantress is far more than she appears. How does
one defeat an immortal who lusts for revenge?
I hope Zeke's memory will always remain dear to those who loved him in life--and now through his story, even after death.
The night I met Cade I never would’ve thought that two years later,
after we were homeless street musicians in Hawaii, we would have a
little girl and another baby on the way. Our son was born with the type
of birth defects that make televangelists cringe. As his health waned,
my own breath evaded me, like I was the one who needed the
ventilator—the life support. The “death home” gave him a really nice
funeral, the kind I’d never wished to attend. When they tried closing
his casket, I nearly fell on my face, not wanting them to shut the lid
on my baby.
We lost it after that, totally cemented in our
grief. Cade got into drugs, joined a rock and roll band, and even grew
out his damn hair. At the time, I was sick of “the oatmeal option” (the
only food we had), so I kicked Cade out of the house, and started
modeling and working as a diesel mechanic. That was how I met Earl, an
old man and unlikely best friend; the “big sag,” a middle aged woman who
still flashed folks, and "The Cowboy" a man who fell in love with me.
It
was slow at first, but Cade reverted to the man I’d busked with years
before. It wasn’t until I killed a rogue skunk, and my daughter nearly
choked on a fry, that I gave my husband another chance. But could our
marriage recover from the death of our son?
