Surviving Tracy By Patti Roberts

My first real knowledge of the devastation that was Cyclone Tracy came about in 1977 or 1978, when I was involved in the reconstruction of the community buildings on Mornington Island, which had been hit by the outer edge of the cyclone. I had, of course, heard about it on the news, and one knew that Darwin had been very, very hard hit, but one didn't quite realise the extent of the devastation, and of the effect on people's lives.
Surviving Tracy
Surviving Tracy By Patti Roberts

I Believe. By Patti Roberts

Chapter – Gema LaBoccetta

This past Christmas [2013]…I placed a Christmas Blanket on my Grandparents gravesite. As I sat in my SUV, admiring how it looked, I spoke out loud and said…” I hope you all like the blanket”.

All of a sudden the radio in the SUV went on all by itself. My hands were nowhere near the steering wheel, and the radio was turned “off”.

I suppose my grandparents answered me…as I continued to sit there, I simply replied back to them by saying…”Your welcome”.
I Believe
I Believe. By Patti Roberts

Writing Tips From Authors By Patti Roberts

I am a writer of mysteries/thrillers/suspense novels. I have read mysteries all my life and always wanted to write them. I needed no more inspiration. I only needed to bring my life to a point where I could find/make/take the time to begin the process of writing fiction. Prior to writing novels I spent twenty-five years as a financial analyst. During those years I wrote a lot of technical financial articles for legal and financial journals, including a nonfiction book which was published, on the subject of determining the value of privately owned businesses or business interests. Then I switched to fiction and loved it, as I knew I would. I’ve not looked back or done anything else since.
Writing Tips From Authors
Writing Tips From Authors By Patti Roberts

Once Were Friends - A Prologue By Patti Roberts

Chapter 1 - All I Want For Christmas.


Becky's earliest Christmas memory was when she was about four years old. She remembered a gift from under the tree which was wrapped in shiny red and green striped paper covered in tiny Santas.

"This is for you, Becky."
Once Were Friends
Once Were Friends - A Prologue By Patti Roberts

Brenna Morgan and the Iron Key By Katie Masters

“I don’t see a sign, mom. Are you sure we’re going the right way?”

Brenna narrowed her green eyes and pressed her nose against the window, trying to see past the rivers of water streaming along the glass. All she could really make out was a ditch backed by a low, rock wall that had been with them since they’d left the bustling Irish city of Cork.
Brenna Morgan and the Iron Key
Brenna Morgan and the Iron Key By Katie Masters

Winterturn By Dorothy A. Winsor

One thing I could always count on was that my brother would boss me around. Or try, anyway. Also, he'd act like a horse's behind. So I guess that was two things. Anyway, it didn't surprise me that he scowled when I stopped to look down Mudpit Lane. On the pond at its end, past the red guardian ribbons, kids were sliding on the ice while an excited dog chased them.
Winterturn
Winterturn By Dorothy A. Winsor

Finders Keepers By Dorothy A. Winsor

 The Gift

A game! A game! Come play.—Cild, the child god

"Cut it out, Cade." Eyes glued to his book, Roth caught the warrior game piece I'd slid across the table and flicked it back to me.

"Don't you want to play war?" I pinged a second warrior off the lantern glowing next to Roth's book.

My brother turned a page of Property Law in Midland and kept reading. He'd had his nose in that book since he brought it home from the law office where he was apprenticed.
Finders Keepers
Finders Keepers By Dorothy A. Winsor

Good Hunting By Dorothy A. Winsor

The boy was arrogant.

Myla had known he would be even before he arrived that morning to foster along with her at Green Valley Manor. Now she sat quietly sewing with Lady Isadia, while Kaven soaked up everyone's attention at the other end of the Hall. The stable master was once again telling the tale of whatever Kaven had done with a difficult pony when he arrived, and the stable master's little boy leaned on the bench next to Kaven, looking at him with worshipful eyes.
Good Hunting
Good Hunting By Dorothy A. Winsor

Sick Teen By Jon Jacks

Have you ever wondered, as you’ve drunk a coffee while talking to someone, how shocked they’d be if you just suddenly threw it over them?

You have, haven’t you!

I sensed it: that instant spark of recognition!
Sick Teen
Sick Teen By Jon Jacks

Thrice Born By Jon Jacks

Deep within the sphere, worlds flowed, stars spun; and what must be was revealed.

Must be?

Not when it concerns the Great Mother Goddess, surely?

Astraios, God of Prophecy, frowned as he tried to place the sphere back in its box, only for Dione to stay his hand.
Thrice Born
Thrice Born By Jon Jacks

Self-Assembled Girl By Jon Jacks

‘What the–’

I slapped the boy kneeling before me hard across his shocked face.

Trying to cover my naked body as best I could with my hands and arms, I dashed behind the nearest cover I could see; a traveling cupboard, full of hanging lingerie.

I thought of reaching over to take one of the garments to slip on, but they hardly gave me more cover than my hands provided.
Self-Assembled Girl
Self-Assembled Girl By Jon Jacks

Love Poison No. 13 By Jon Jacks

Those born under Ophiuchus the Serpent Bearer, when the sun takes nineteen days to travel from Scorpius to Sagittarius, are infamous for being impervious to poisons, or for being as supple of mind and body as the serpent.
Love Poison No. 13
Love Poison No. 13 By Jon Jacks

Whatever Happened to Cinderella’s Slipper? By Jon Jacks

‘You're a… girl?’

You know, I’m always open to sparing them until they come up with that line.

Like it means they suddenly think they’ve been running away for no reason.

Like it’s all gonna work out just fine for them, after all.

He laughs; they usually do at this point.

A laugh of relief that they’re not gonna die after all, as they’d feared.
Whatever Happened to Cinderella’s Slipper?
Whatever Happened to Cinderella’s Slipper? By Jon Jacks


The Vitch’s Kat in Hollywoodland: starring Ketz and Mika By Jon Jacks

On the great ship taking us all to a new life in America, there were many, many different kinds of people – and yet Ketz and I were undoubtedly the ones receiving the very rudest of probing stares.

‘I have never seen such strange creatures; nor would I have believed it possible for them to exist!’ I overheard the captain say of us: and yet that was one of the politest remarks I happened to chance upon as we wandered aimlessly around the ship.
The Vitch’s Kat in Hollywoodland: starring Ketz and Mika
The Vitch’s Kat in Hollywoodland: starring Ketz and Mika By Jon Jacks

Blood of Angels, Wings of Men By Jon Jacks

It’s the last village before the new border; how many of our dead troops have they seen come forlornly walking back through here?

You can sense the fear, the hopelessness here.

Is it any use me asking them if they’ve seen Bjorn?
Blood of Angels, Wings of Men
Blood of Angels, Wings of Men By Jon Jacks

Patchwork Quest By Jon Jacks

Naturally, I’m picked on a little at school, and not just for the weird colours of my skin.

It’s also said that my mother’s a witch, which isn’t true; she just turns into an owl every now and again, as it’s an easier way of getting around.
Patchwork Quest
Patchwork Quest By Jon Jacks

The World Turns On A Card By Jon Jacks

Of course rules are important; otherwise, what advantages would there be for those of us who break them?
There are rules that are so stupid, well; they just deserve breaking, don’t they?

I mean, do you really enjoy all those lessons down the gym, or out in the fields, leaping over hurdles or throwing around the most ridiculously odd-shaped objects?
The World Turns On A Card
The World Turns On A Card By Jon Jacks

AmeriChristmas By Jon Jacks

Jake lived so high up that he would know before anyone else when the snow had started falling across the city.

The vast apartment windows allowed him an enviable view of the brilliantly lit city spread out far below him.
AmeriChristmas
AmeriChristmas By Jon Jacks

The streams of cars were little more than twinkling streams of fairylights; the whites, the reds, the

Palace of Lace By Jon Jacks

My little sister Merwenna is the fifth child in our little village to go missing.

Every time each child has vanished – doubtlessly, it was believed, into the thickly tangled mass of surrounding woodland – search parties have been hurriedly and efficiently put together, utilising every horse and dog in the village to ensure the search is as far spread and as swiftly and thoroughly enveloping as possible.
Palace of Lace
Palace of Lace By Jon Jacks

Freaking Freak By Jon Jacks

So – I’ve finally plucked up the courage to come here, to stand here; right on the very edge of the bridge.
Where it only takes one slip and–

Well, that’s what I’m here for though, isn’t it?

Wondering if I should put an end to this unbearable sense of emptiness.
Freaking Freak
Freaking Freak By Jon Jacks

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