Robert Luis Rabello

Secrets and Whispers: Deveran Conflict Series Book VII (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Bronwyn faces a terrible choice. With her long-anticipated wedding only days away, she can defy her mother's counsel and marry Algernon a young priest with a questionable reputation or call off the ceremony. Facing opposition from her loved ones and risking the alienation of friends who have long supported her, Bronwyn struggles to resolve conflicts and restore broken relationships.Yet beneath the veneer of her family's strident disapproval lurks a hidden, sinister motive. Can Bronwyn and her friends uncover the truth and restore the bonds of love among her parents and siblings? Meanwhile, a terrorist group attacks the Tamarian palace gate, leading to tightened security and an investigation that raises more questions than answers. Will malevolent foreign forces compel weary Tamaria back to war? Or will careful, clever analysis and personal connections in high places head off another conflict?The futures of a bride and a nation hinge on revealing secrets and stopping wicked whispers.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Robert Luis Rabello
• Erscheinungstermin: 8. Dezember 2018
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9780987829894
• Artikelnr.: 54752612

Autorenporträt

When I was a young boy, my favorite place in the entire world provided shelter from the blistering summer sun beneath twisted, tangled California Live Oaks. The arroyo lay carpeted in a crisp bed of fallen leaves, beneath which water always flowed. Toward dusk, living creatures moved from their dens and resting places--small amphibians, birds and mammals--coming out to hunt, or be hunted.The contrast between the busy streets of my home town and this quiet place, which lay within a thirty minute bike ride of my house, drew me with increasing frequency as I grew older. My mother never complained when I brought new 'pets' home. I kept tadpoles in a jar, toads and snakes in a terrarium, then dutifully returned them to the 'wild' after observing their behavior for a little while.The day I saw an army of bulldozers arrive, my heart sank. Although somebody once told me that the subspecies of California Live Oak native to the San Rafael hills where I grew up lived in no other place on earth, the giant machines knocked them to the ground without mercy. In their place, a massive, fetid, noisome mountain of garbage rose toward the sky. I vowed to leave that place and live somewhere far away, where my new 'favorite place' could remain pristine. I swore that I would forsake California for Canada.Although that memory has faded, and its impact muted by a myriad of different experiences, somehow it retains an influence over my attitude toward people and the world I observe. It could be a better place, if something within us would change--That restless desire to instigate a revolution lies at the core of what motivates me to write. I put words on paper in the naive belief that somehow you will be different after my work has been read. This is not arrogance,merely hope.