Well, it’s the dawn of a new week, and the end of my vacation. I’ve been ‘off grid’ for the past week, camping in the beautiful, Bon Echo Provincial Park. While I was out having a great time with family and friends, my trail cams were hard at work, picking up some of the curious denizens of my ‘back forty’.
There’s more videos than shown here, but these are what I believe, to be some of the best.
Caleb just wants to say “Hello”, to the newest tree dweller and perhaps invite it to dinner. Notice how he sniffs around for just the right herbs to go with his guest. Hmmm . . . the entire woods seems to be out of rosemary.
Failing to find any spices to go with the tree hugging, one-eyed ‘thing-a-ma-jiggy’,Caleb decides to head to the creek for a round with the boys.
Having just read George Orwell’s, 1984, Betty decides to cover the camera. She soon realizes that opposable thumbs are an asset and gives up.
Shunning the paranoia of “Bookworm Betty”, Fabiana takes the spotlight for her chance at fame.
Less than pleased that her debut vid has acquired only one like (her mom), Fabiana decides to upgrade the SEO’s of her site. Again, those opposable thumbs . 😦
The dawn of a new week, and with a hot cup of joe steaming beside me, I’m bringing you my thoughts on D. Wallace Peach’s, The Ferryman and the Sea Witch.
What Amazon says:
The merrow rule the sea. Slender creatures, fair of face, with silver scales and the graceful tails of angelfish. Caught in a Brid Clarion net, the daughter of the sea witch perishes in the sunlit air. Her fingers dangle above the swells.
The queen of the sea bares her sharp teeth and, in a fury of wind and waves, cleanses the brine of ships and men. But she spares a boy for his single act of kindness. Callum becomes the Ferryman, and until Brid Clarion pays its debt with royal blood, only his sails may cross the Deep.
Two warring nations, separated by the merrow’s trench, trade infant hostages in a commitment to peace. Now, the time has come for the heirs to return home. The Ferryman alone can undertake the exchange.
Yet, animosities are far from assuaged. While Brid Clarion’s islands bask in prosperity, Haf Killick, a floating city of derelict ships, rots and rusts and sinks into the reefs. Its ruler has other designs.
And the sea witch crafts dark bargains with all sides.
Callum is caught in the breach, with a long-held bargain of his own which, once discovered, will shatter this life.
There’s plenty of blade crossing, high seas drama, and juicy betrayal in this fantasy novel. I was quickly caught up in the ‘Gulf Stream’ plot, unsure of where I’d be deposited next.
What really sucked me into the maelstrom was Peach’s amazing world and word building. Her writing flows like a powerful river, deep, smooth, and uninterrupted. I felt the story! From the crushing depths of the Deep, where the merrow live, to the rusted hulks of the impoverished, Haf Killick, I left my couch without standing.
I found that none of the characters were entirely evil, nor good. They all had a personal story of trauma and some justification for their actions. I wouldn’t hesitate to read another work by this author. Well done!
Meet D. Wallace Peach and get your copy:
A long-time reader, best-selling author D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life after the kids were grown and a move left her with hours to fill. Years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books, and when she started writing, she was instantly hooked.
In addition to fantasy books, Peach’s publishing career includes participation in various anthologies featuring short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She’s an avid supporter of the arts in her local community, organizing and publishing annual anthologies of Oregon prose, poetry, and photography.
Peach lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two owls, a horde of bats, and the occasional family of coyotes.
We’ve reached the mid-week point and for many of us it’s been a hot one. Tomorrow, Canada celebrates its birthday and I know my friends to the south will be celebrating this Sunday. Today, I bring you a few more photos. I’ve been feeling a bit more philosophical, lately, so not as many ‘smile’ captions. Next time. 🙂