Robert Luis Rabello

The Hollow Solitude (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Of all the creatures who live in the upland forest, the winged gwynling are the most beautiful, intelligent and endangered. When a hunting party attacks her village, Jhiran Vell struggles to protect her only son from harm. After barely escaping with her own life, she wanders through the countryside. Can a strange capacity to know the thoughts of other living things protect her as she encounters larger, stronger and smarter beings? Is she possessed by an evil spirit or merely a wild thing of the forest? What will happen when this small and fragile woman finds herself trapped on a gunboat with smugglers? Will her wits be enough to preserve her life?

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Robert Luis Rabello
• Erscheinungstermin: 7. November 2012
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781301241705
• Artikelnr.: 47417107

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.