Introducing the Wilderness time travel series, a timeless, spellbinding novel of passion and richly detailed history that delightfully comes alive in an exhilarating adventure with a love story that spans across the ages.
Archive for the Historical Fiction Category
Much of the world is aware of the tragedy that befell Pompeii in 79 AD. An eyewitness report details the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in letters from Pliny the Younger to the historian Tacitus. Even with this recounting set to paper, Pompeii faded out of history to become little more than myth.
The time does not matter, that is a matter of your beliefs, however the temperature of the earth had risen to average of 59 degrees. The ice age as we know it, was over, and however man survived it, they did. This is near the beginning of man himself. Pangaea or the “Garden Of Paradise” could have been…
Dante and his followers have grown older and so has Rome. Cassius and Camillus are following the same codes as the previous king, not to mention the overcrowding of Rome itself, which causes hardships on everyone. Starvation and the Gaul as well as Goth cause panic in the fledgling Republic, Rome how it really was!
In this Flash Fiction story, a 60-year-old hitchhiker gets hit by a car in Wichita Falls, Texas in July 1995. After receiving treatment in the local hospital, he decides to enter a talent contest to help out a ten-year-old girl, Melanie, when he learns her father is dying. What happens next has the town and the media buzzing.
Those words succeeded to fire up my mind. Whatever I simply love, will instantly hook me. Talya Tate Boerner, the architect of the above words, was also the author next in line on my shelf. It’s not that I lock up people, especially authors on my shelves. 🙂 You got it, the book I intended to read after doing some research on the author, belonged to Talya.
Hollis was alone for the first time in his life and feared the loneliness would swallow him whole. The bitter cold and endless plains of Wyoming almost made him long for the farm of his abusive grandfather. But he was here to honor the memory of his father and uncle who had given their lives to serving the lost of world.
Had I known the repercussions of murdering the captain of a pirate ship, I may have taken the time necessary to rethink the act. As if I’ve ever had a choice that didn’t involve a fight or at the very least, defending myself against some man, hell bent on destroying me or my kin.