Saturday, 5 April 2014

The Scepter of the Nile [Kindle Edition] NEWLY PUBLISHED by Ross Homer

Seven thousand miles to the east, Dr. Eliana Amendola comes into possession of an artifact: a silver box found wedged tightly in the cliffs above Abydos, Egypt. Before she can begin to understand the strange nature of the artifact and study its ancient Greek inscriptions, someone steals it. What may prove even more disturbing though, is the portion she managed to decipher may well change man’s knowledge of ancient history.

Joined by the mysterious Dr. Tomyris Currington from Ankara, Eliana and Peter set out on a frantic pursuit of the artifact. Ultimately this brings them face-to-face with a vicious enemy who kidnaps Eliana’s two sons and murders her ex-lover and his brother.

Death, torture and mayhem follow the trail of the artifact from Tel Aviv, to Hong Kong, to the Arab Emirates and finally, Wales. Eliana and Peter are captured and marked for death. They are rescued, but the cost to them is high. Ancient medical skills are used to save their lives. Or is it arcane magic?

What is the mysterious artifact and what is inside? Why did so many people die because of it? And, finally, who is Dr. Tomyris  Currington?

AVAILABLE @ all Amazon.com websites



Thursday, 3 April 2014

SO FAR AWAY (Image moves)

SO FAR AWAY
It seems just like a fantasy
Imagining the imaginary
I have this wondrous image
An image of you
Of us two
A hope and a wish
That it will all come true
In my mind’s eye
You’ll never pass me by
You’ll stop and say hi
I’ve longed for a love of my own
A real love of my own
A hope and wish
But this love is so distant
It’s not going to happen in an instant
It’s a waiting game
A patience game
But here I stand feeling so lame
That in some way I’m to blame
I’m exhausted with all the talking
All the walking
Chasing a dream that might not come true
The hurt and the pain
Still remains
Is it worth it?
To go through it
Time and time
Again?!
Or do the waiting game?
My head says no
My heart is twisted and does not know
Maybe let this hearts hurt
Heal for real
And wait, walk, with no more talk
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
3rd April 2014

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