Throughout the ages, all over the world, stories have been used to inspire, to guide and to awaken humanity in our quest to rediscover our Divinity. In a style similar to Kahlil Gibran, Silent Ripples: Parables for the Soul, is a collection of 23 parables to remind the reader of our Absolute, Unchanging, Divine Self. Greatly inspired by A Course in Miracles, the tarot and the sage Ramana Maharshi, these stories were written while the author was on his world travels. The parables are eclectic in nature, incorporating a multiple of archetypes for people of different backgrounds and upon different paths. Like the tarot, which is a collection of images representing qualities the soul must develop on her way to Self-awareness, these parables represent such qualities as well. Some stories may seem contradictory to other ones, but they are actually only another viewpoint of the indefinable Truth of existence.

The extraordinary finale to Julie Kagawa's New York Times and internationally bestselling Iron Fey series is here…and the fate of the Nevernever and all the world hangs in the balance. Join Meghan, Ash, Puck, Grimalkin, and the entire Iron Fey cast for this final epic journey into worlds where imagination knows no boundaries… After leaping through the portal to Evenfall, Meghan and her companions find themselves in a terrifying new world where Nightmares roam and glamour is nearly nonexistent. As their magic wanes and the creatures of Evenfall rise against them, the race to find the Nightmare King grows ever more desperate. But what they discover—about Evenfall, about the Nightmare King, about themselves—will shake everything they thought they knew to the core. The Nightmare King stirs. A world hangs in the balance. And as twilight descends upon all the realms of Faery, Meghan and her allies must make one more impossible choice. Books in The Iron Fey: Evenfall series: Book 1: The Iron Raven Book 2: The Iron Sword Book 3: The Iron Vow Novellas: Shadow’s Legacy (Evenfall #0.5)

Courageous poems of love, loss, rage, despair and renewal from a writer who has experienced a lifetime of bi-polar and mixed affective illness.

The Ramayana is a smriti text from ancient India, one of the two important epics of Hinduism known as the Itihasas, the other being the Mahabharata. The epic, traditionally ascribed to the Maharishi Valmiki, narrates the life of Rama, a prince of Ayodhya in the kingdom of Kosala.

The immortal Epic of Valmiki is undoubtedly one of the gems of literature,—indeed, some considering it as the Kohinur of the literary region, which has for centuries, and from a time reaching to the dim and far past been shedding unparalleled and undying halo upon the domain presided over by "the vision and the faculty divine." The burthen of the bard's song is the perpetual contest between good and evil,that is everywhere going on in this mysteriously-ordered world of ours,and which seemingly sometimes ending in the victory of the former,and at others in that of the latter,vitally and spiritually results in the utter overthrow and confusion of evil and in the triumph and final conquest of good. Rāma sprung from the bright loins of the effulgent luminary of day, and bringing his life and being from a long and illustrious ancestry of sovereigns, Rāma taking birth among the sons of men for chastising and repressing rampant Iniquity and Injustice, typifies the spirit of good that obtains in this world,—Rāvana, that grim and terrible Ten-headed one, a Rakshasa by virtue of birth, and worthy to be the chief and foremost of Rākshasas by virtue of his many misdeeds and impieties, who challenges and keeps in awe the whole host of the celestials—"to whom the Sun did not shine too hot, and about whom the Wind did not dare to breathe," represents the spirit of unrighteousness and evil. Lakshmana, disregrading the pomp and splendours of princely life, to follow his beloved brother Rāma into the forest, and cheerfully undergoing there a world of trials and privations, and daily and nightly keeping watch and ward over his brother and his spouse in their cottage,—and Bharata, stoutly and persistently declining, despite the exhortations of the elders and the spiritual guides, to govern the kingdom during Rāma's absence in the forest, and holding the royal umbrella over his brother's sandals,are personations of the ne plus ultra of fraternal love, and consummate and perfect ideals of their kind. The righteous Bibhishana, who for Rāma's cause forsook his royal brother, and set small store by the splendours of royalty, who suffered no earthly considerations to interfere with his entire and absolute devotion to his friend, embodies in his person the sterling virtues going under the precious name of friendship. The ever-devoted Hanumana glorying in the appellation of Rāma's servant,—ever-prompt at the beck and call of his master to lay down his life—is the grandest and loftiest conception of the faithful servant that is to be found in all literature. Shall we say aught of Rāma and Sitā, or keep silence over themes too sacred for babblement and frofane mouthing? The kingdom is astir and alive with the jubilations of the populace at the prospect of Rāma's coronation; pennons by thousands are streaming like meteors in the air at the tops of stately edifices; and drums and panavas and other musical instruments are sounding forth the auspicious anouncement. The royal household swims in a sea of bliss surging and heaving on all sides. Delight and Joy move about and laugh and talk under the names of Daçarātha and Kaucalya. Anon a thunder-clap bursts in the midst of the Merry-making, and converts delight into dole, the sounds of laughter and hilarity into loud wails and lamentations issuing from hearts knowing no consolation.

The year: 1760. Anna Greyson arrives, new to the Faeran Valley. A strange wind whispers welcome. But stranger still, an isolation grows in Anna through the deceptively broken land until she meets the man who brought her here. Alex. The last of the Bremistans who settled the Valley centuries before. Anna holds the legend he needs to rescue the Valley from the cruelty his ancestors wreaked on the land, rendering it fruitless. However, he is as fragile as the land is broken, powerless to restore it. But as Anna — ignorant of such cruelty — grows deeper in the Bremistan legend, she soon finds she cannot escape, nor does she know she should. For when Alex offers her a life that will bring her everything she longs for, the cost is too great. Yet in future shadows grows a thread of hope. Anna wraps herself around that thread while the quiet power rises in her to endure the brokenness of her world until the last hope of the Faeran Valley reveals itself, if it isn’t destroyed first. • • • • “It was the moths that first revealed the change. Grey-tipped whispers in the moonlit night. Two or three here, a single one there. White ones slipping through the darkness, silent and seemingly harmless, but present. Growing in numbers until they erupted the quiet like flutters of falling ash. There was a music in their silence. The kind of music that attached itself to hums and vibrations in the waters of the earth. The hums, the vibrations, all but imperceptible. With the dawn the moths vanished, leaving a broken land in their wake. The Elian River leaked out into fissures of streams and brooks that first appeared as watery cracks throughout the Faeran Valley. So small at first, we didn’t recognize the difference. But as the months and years passed, the Elian slipped further and deeper into the growing fractures of earth the moths had left. Trails of watery branches and veins broke the ground until it couldn’t sustain life any longer. This is what we have against the Bremistans. The land is delicate now, brittle like old bones. And I fear it is aging beyond our ability to heal it….” • • • • An epic fairytale of Love, Sacrifice, Revenge and the power to endure. We are not as strong as we think we are. Sometime we are stronger.

Sierra Leone was granted full status as an Independent member country of the British Commonwealth on 26th April 1961. In April 1971 it became a Republican State. As it celebrates 50 years of life as an independent nation feelings are mixed as to how successful, or progressive things have turned out to be; but celebrate we must. The author has, therefore taken the opportunity to encapsulate in a semi-fictional Trilogy some random thoughts of ordinary people who still think of the good old days, as they wrestle with the continuing difficulties being experienced in the ordinary aspects of daily life, as we strive for a better future.