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"the sound of womenβs laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface. She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights. In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light
Have you ever wished for a miracle? Come on now. Of course you have. You know you have. For, which of us on this planet, atheists included, has not at one time or another, and with the heart of a beggar, pleaded, entreated, prayed, even bargained for a miracle of one sort or another to be granted, whether for ourselves or someone else? Now, let us never confuse miracles with magic. Magic is just that - hocus-pocus, fake, sham, not real, no matter how impressive and baffling. Again, let us not
"As I gaze into the black hole before me I know that my death is drawing ever closer. I can count the minutes I have left to live on my hands." When Dylan Jordyn is found murdered, police hunt for the killer, but she doesn't want to be found. This is a fiction that tells both sides of the story, will the killer evade the police or will they prove to clever for her to escape. When Dylan Jordyn, a spy for her brother, finally catches up to her Reala takes him out in an act of
The Gap--------------------------Mystery Novel---------------------452 pages Could you murder someone and not know it? Thatβs the dilemma of Clint Richards, a teacher at a suburban school near Philadelphia. He was close to the crime scene at the time of the murder, and his fingerprints were on the bedroom door of the victim. But Clint has no memory of ever being in Cynthia Carterβs residence. There seems to be a time gap that he canβt account for. Richards becomes an amateur investigator trying
"the sound of womenβs laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface. She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights. In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light
Have you ever wished for a miracle? Come on now. Of course you have. You know you have. For, which of us on this planet, atheists included, has not at one time or another, and with the heart of a beggar, pleaded, entreated, prayed, even bargained for a miracle of one sort or another to be granted, whether for ourselves or someone else? Now, let us never confuse miracles with magic. Magic is just that - hocus-pocus, fake, sham, not real, no matter how impressive and baffling. Again, let us not
"As I gaze into the black hole before me I know that my death is drawing ever closer. I can count the minutes I have left to live on my hands." When Dylan Jordyn is found murdered, police hunt for the killer, but she doesn't want to be found. This is a fiction that tells both sides of the story, will the killer evade the police or will they prove to clever for her to escape. When Dylan Jordyn, a spy for her brother, finally catches up to her Reala takes him out in an act of
The Gap--------------------------Mystery Novel---------------------452 pages Could you murder someone and not know it? Thatβs the dilemma of Clint Richards, a teacher at a suburban school near Philadelphia. He was close to the crime scene at the time of the murder, and his fingerprints were on the bedroom door of the victim. But Clint has no memory of ever being in Cynthia Carterβs residence. There seems to be a time gap that he canβt account for. Richards becomes an amateur investigator trying