Birthright

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I can’t imagine being soulless, in fact the very thought scared me, there wasn’t very many things that had, so why was I bothered by this? Sitting in my living room, I realized that I hadn’t been told her name or anything about her life. The only remembrance of her was this picture that hung above the mantel. She was a vision, beautiful, with ivory skin and eyes that shone like brilliant jewels. I was envious of her. “I see you have met our Elizabeth, beautiful is she not?” Grandfather, a walking encyclopedia had just entered. “Yes she is, very beautiful…who was she?” With a sigh he continued, “She was my Great, Great, Great Aunt. Obviously I had never met her, but was told many stories of her tragic, short life.” He sat down in his lounging chair, dressed in his robe and slippers looking pensive. “Tragic? You look troubled Grandfather, why?” I knelt down at his feet. Something in the way he looked just then concerned me. “I’m alright Cath

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Light pierced my eyes as I wearily opened them. A drowsy humor, like poison flowed through my veins burning. I screamed out in pain only to find that I had no voice. What hell is this that I should be put to such torture? My throat is parched, I need of drink. Beads of sweat rolled into my eyes, stinging like needles. I went to wipe dry but found that my arms were bound with iron shackles and my legs too. My weary body ached all over and with every motion brought new pain. I forced my eyes to see what was happening, but the sun glared down into my eyes. I flinched at the brightness. A noise much like that of many people was heard all around me. I turned my face to see, and there, before me a crowd, they jeered and called me names. They threw spoiled food at me and shouted, “Kill him!” Then I remembered. They are fools who follow a leader that takes their money and keeps it for himself, but I, for standing up and protecting what was rightly mine, am tortured. They kill

Hey guys! Having my first book signing event at the Cresthill McDonalds. Odd place you might think, but not really. You see, I worked there for over 17 years and became manager of it, so I know alot of the seniors who come everyday for their coffee clutch and some of the crew that I worked with still are there, so what better place than...there! Here's the information again: Cresthill McDonalds 1704 Plainfield Road Cresthill, IL Time: 2-5pm November 8, 2011

I just wanted to say congratulations to: Joe Beekman Sandy M Jason Darrick You will be included in the upcoming sequel to Birthright! I want to thank those of you that did stop by and made such nice comments on the blog and the excerpt from Birthright. Thank you! What a great way to meet new and awesome writers such as yourselves! (Round of applause)