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Hello, welcome to my blog site.
I use these pages to not only promote my book series:
Crystal Waters, but so you can get a taste of what
really goes on behind the scence, so-to-speak.
My thoughts, idea's and feelings are poured lovely into, what I call, my diary for all to see.
I'm sure there will be many happy moments, emotional traumas and doubts, but it will all enhance my
intention; to capture an honest and heartfelt progression-log of my life, as a writer.
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Tuesday, 14 August 2012

More inspirational pics . . .

     By the time they arrived at Little Bay (the cave-mouth to the underworld) on the eastern side of Crete, Robert had finally woken up and was now looking rather red-faced and sheepish. He thanked Herman for stopping him from going overboard but Herman waved it off and told him that stronger and older men than him had not been able to resist the song of the Seirine Sisters.
     All this, however, was soon forgotten for the sight that met their eyes now was so unexpected it stopped the children literally in their tracks. The whole side of the eastern cliff-side was a magnificent building that was chiseled and sculpted into the rock face itself. Stone steps led up to terraces and beyond these were rooms with balconies. Each were filled with beautiful plants, flowers and painted clay pots.
     At the base of the stone steps stood a small wooden pier that docked boats similar to Charon’s boat. To the right of this, four huge stone pillars towered above them, supporting an overhanging stone roof and in-between these pillars sat two stone Sphinx’s at least twenty feet tall that looked out to sea.

     Inside was just as impressive, the walls were decorated with beautiful paintings of huge scenic landscapes, animals, fish and people. The girls looked around them totally transfixed. The rooms were all lit brightly with a plentitude of torches around the walls and each furnished with wooden furniture and dressed with colorful fabrics and painted pottery.
     Some rooms were bigger than others. The larger sized ones seemed more communal areas where people gathered and children played. At the end of the long corridor they stepped into a large hall. The ceiling, way above their heads, featured carefully cut out slits from the thin rock. Light shone down from above through brown coloured glass giving the hall a warm hue of golden oranges and reds. One side of the room was adorned with paintings and great tapestries, whereas the other side of the room featured shelf upon shelf of the biggest book collection Grace had ever seen. Two sets of wooden stairs and platforms took the reader up two levels, all packed with books of every kind.
     ‘Is this heaven?’ Grace whispered.

     ‘Rumors that Will had reached Crete, all those years ago, and that he had escaped the dragon’s clutches originally came from the Mer-people. So we knew he was here somewhere but we did not know where, until recently when one of our hunters stumbled across the secret beach of Lebena, where the Scylla beast lived, and Will was spotted in her lair. The high cliffs, to the wooded beach, were too treacherous to climb down, let alone try and lift him back up to escape. We knew then the only way around was by sea,’ said Iasonas.

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