BLURB: When four ten yen coins are mysteriously received, who knows where the journey will lead and what miracles may occur along the way.
For many years, the monk sat beside the Ajiike pond as he did today in the early morning, breathing in the peaceful settings of the Pure Land gardens........He was angry at the awful atrocities so recently
bestowed upon his people....
Caitlin was ambitious to the point of ruthlessness.........
JJ was counting on getting a job at Johns Hopkins......he had to get out of Ashland KY and his fathers house before he blew his stack......
Little Tommy....He glanced again at the coin beside his hospital bed and felt suddenly peaceful.....Like maybe everything would be ok.......
Paul Somerville....Tommys father, former Hollywood actor, wannabe political star.......
Four people....four ten yen coins....
and a miracle.........?
For many years, the monk sat beside the Ajiike pond as he did today in the early morning, breathing in the peaceful settings of the Pure Land gardens........He was angry at the awful atrocities so recently
bestowed upon his people....
Caitlin was ambitious to the point of ruthlessness.........
JJ was counting on getting a job at Johns Hopkins......he had to get out of Ashland KY and his fathers house before he blew his stack......
Little Tommy....He glanced again at the coin beside his hospital bed and felt suddenly peaceful.....Like maybe everything would be ok.......
Paul Somerville....Tommys father, former Hollywood actor, wannabe political star.......
Four people....four ten yen coins....
and a miracle.........?
Christina and Amanda will be awarding an 8 x 8 inch framed tile of Japanese Gardens in Seattle Washington to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. US ONLY
EXCERPT
Raising a hand to stroke his bald head, a tear slipped down Tommy's soft white cheek, and he turned his face into the pillow to muffle the sobs he knew were coming.
He felt something cool on the pillow against his cheek, and he raised his head, reaching his hand--the one without a needle in a vein--to feel for the object that had caused it. A shiny round coin seemed to glow in the darkness of the room and he took it in his palm, gazing at it in wonder. Was he still dreaming?
At that moment, his mummy re-entered the room and smiled to see him awake. "Hi Sweetie." He smiled back, knowing she'd put on her brightest smile for him; she always did. Her gaze dropped to the coin in his hand. "What have you got there?" she asked.
"Money," Tommy whispered, noticing the coin was no longer glowing but looked as dull and brown as an ordinary copper penny.
"Show me." His mummy held out her hand. Tommy obediently handed her the coin.
"Well, I've never seen a coin like this before,"she said. "Where on earth did you get it from?"
Tommy shrugged sleepily. "It was on my pillow."
His mummy gazed at him questioningly, and patted his hand. "You go back to sleep, darling." She put the coin on his bedsidetable. "This must be a good luck coin," she finally said as she sat on his bed, "and Lord knows we need all the luck we can get right now."
Raising a hand to stroke his bald head, a tear slipped down Tommy's soft white cheek, and he turned his face into the pillow to muffle the sobs he knew were coming.
He felt something cool on the pillow against his cheek, and he raised his head, reaching his hand--the one without a needle in a vein--to feel for the object that had caused it. A shiny round coin seemed to glow in the darkness of the room and he took it in his palm, gazing at it in wonder. Was he still dreaming?
At that moment, his mummy re-entered the room and smiled to see him awake. "Hi Sweetie." He smiled back, knowing she'd put on her brightest smile for him; she always did. Her gaze dropped to the coin in his hand. "What have you got there?" she asked.
"Money," Tommy whispered, noticing the coin was no longer glowing but looked as dull and brown as an ordinary copper penny.
"Show me." His mummy held out her hand. Tommy obediently handed her the coin.
"Well, I've never seen a coin like this before,"she said. "Where on earth did you get it from?"
Tommy shrugged sleepily. "It was on my pillow."
His mummy gazed at him questioningly, and patted his hand. "You go back to sleep, darling." She put the coin on his bedsidetable. "This must be a good luck coin," she finally said as she sat on his bed, "and Lord knows we need all the luck we can get right now."
Christina St. Clair
Award winning author, former shop-girl, chemist, and pastor, is currently a spiritual director, Reiki Master (don't read too much
into the title master!), wife, animal lover, and
writer.
She says, "Boring life? Let's not do duty. Let's
do awe! Take a look at your own complexity? You might be amazed. Life leads us into so many interesting and sometimes difficult crossroads where we get to choose what now, what next? As a student of mysticism and spirituality in all its incarnations both religious, secular, and new age, I want to understand what life is about, what is truth? I am still seeking, but I am offering to those who are interested my insights weaved throughout my essays and stories. I hope my writings might add to your already surprising lives."
www.christinastclair.com
www.christinastclair.com/blog
e-mail: christinastclair55@yahoo.com
Award winning author, former shop-girl, chemist, and pastor, is currently a spiritual director, Reiki Master (don't read too much
into the title master!), wife, animal lover, and
writer.
She says, "Boring life? Let's not do duty. Let's
do awe! Take a look at your own complexity? You might be amazed. Life leads us into so many interesting and sometimes difficult crossroads where we get to choose what now, what next? As a student of mysticism and spirituality in all its incarnations both religious, secular, and new age, I want to understand what life is about, what is truth? I am still seeking, but I am offering to those who are interested my insights weaved throughout my essays and stories. I hope my writings might add to your already surprising lives."
www.christinastclair.com
www.christinastclair.com/blog
e-mail: christinastclair55@yahoo.com
Amanda
Armstrong
As author of Rose, this is my second published
novel. They say everybody has at least one book in them. I have thousands, just
screaming to get out!
A former banker turned wife and mother, I've been given the privilege to do just that and I am having so much fun.
Check out my author page on Amazon, read my blogs
and book excerpts at www.amandaarmstrong1974.co.uk or tweet me
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