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Searched in Death - Prologue
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Never under estimate the power of love. Stand between an angry mother bear and her cub. Beware the growl of the wolf whose pack is threatened. Ask the man who relentlessly searches for his missing family.
PROLOGUE:
Coma: The dreamer lay in the bed unable to break the coma after being shot. The living surrounded the dreamer and tended to the body. IV's fed the body with nutrients and medicine and still the dreamer made no move. The dreamer is trapped between the world of the living and the dead. The dreamer was searching for a way out.
Fathers: There are good fathers, but the dreamer was the seed of a demon father. The demon father was a liar, a thief and a rapist and the dreamer continued to sleep. The dreamer is glad that the demon father was dead for the evil that had been done. The dreamer searched for an answer for such a beginning in life and found duty and obligation as validation for living.
Love: There had been no place for love in the life of dreamer. Then one day, two people stood across a lawn of the dead. They were two people who had no business being together. The woman looked into the blue eyes of the man as she walked toward him. From that moment their lives were forever changed. The world shifted below their feet and love saved their souls.
Hands: The dreamer was aware of being handled and touched. There were the fatherly hands that held the hand of the dreamer. It was not the demon father that died by knife. These were different hands, maybe a priest or an older caring man, perhaps an old friend. The fatherly hands were loving and tender. The dreamer was aware of being spoken to, but could not ascertain the words from the dream world. The dreamer felt the caring of the fatherly hand as unknown prayers were being said. The dreamer hoped that the prayers would pave the way for forgiveness for the sins committed in life cut short.
Love: And finally there were the loving hands. These were the hands of love between a man and a woman. These hands held the hands of the dreamer. Sometimes the owner of the loving hands would get in the bed and gently spoon the dreamer. The owner of the loving hands would whisper secret words into the ears of the dreamer. These were the words of a man and woman who have become one.
Child: The dreamer thought that the loving hands spoke of a child. Yes. Yes. A baby. Was it a boy? Maybe a girl. The memory was unclear. The dreamer cherished the loving hands. Those were the hands that never wanted to leave. The dreamer became aware that the loving hands would only go away when the fatherly hands or the clinical hands dragged the loving hands away. This distressed the dreamer; caught between the selfish desire for the loving hands and the concern that the loving hands were getting sick with worry and grief. What about the baby?
Time: The dreamer did not know how much time had passed. Had it been days, weeks or even months? There was no real pain, just the dreams and the waiting. How long had it been?
Finally there came a time when the dreamer was aware that the loving hands were tired and worn. The loving hands were getting no rest but would not leave the side of the dreamer no matter how much the other hands tried to help. The dreamer was stuck in that place between death and life and prayed for death. The dreamer wanted to live, but not like this. The dreamer searched and saw only death as an end to this dilemma. The loving hands could not move on with life as long as the dreamer lay in this coma. The dreamer was ready to let go of life for the sake of the loving hands and the baby.
Grief: The loving hands were finally taken away in exhaustion and the fatherly hands stayed alone with the dreamer. The owner of the fatherly hands cried on the shoulder of the dreamer, and then secretly did something to the IV. The fatherly hands stayed with the dreamer thru the night and dreamer felt life slowly slipping away in the early morning hours. The dreamer blessed the owner of the fatherly hands and forgave the murder.
In the dawn of a new day, the loving hands returned to say goodbye as the dreamer's breathing slowed. The loving hands held on tight and the tears fell as the lips of the dreamer were kissed. It was good that the loving hands would never suspect.
As death approached, the memories of life flashed thru the mind and the dreamer said good bye to life.
"Thank you, god, for releasing my mate from the agony of my coma. Please, forgive me my sins and do with my soul as you will."
The angel of death asked, "Why do you seek death? You are too young to simply give up your life."
"Lying in a coma while my lover suffers is not life. My life is over. My mate will move on and find someone else; live a full life and not waste away by my bedside."
"Make your choice."
The dreamer made the choice and all was quiet.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This blog follows Secret in Death and Searching Death.
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Chapter 1 preview:
Eve was breast feeding Basil under Siobhan's tree with Roarke lying on the grass at her feet. He was wearing jeans and a casual shirt. It was unbuttoned and fluttering in a light breeze. The filtered sunlight peaked thru the leaves of the tree and danced on his bare chest. He was enjoying the view of his wife and child as he gently massaged a foot and she felt heat all the way to her core.
"You have to stop that. I am trying to feed Basil here and you are getting my heart rate up."
"Aye, I am just making sure that his milk is warm."
She laughed and said, "You are making my milk boil. I don't think I am ready to give Basil his first lesson in sex education."
Roarke wasn't listening as he stroked the back of her knee. He was a patient man, but as soon as Basil was finished with his lunch, Roarke had every intention of taking a turn at Eve's very lovely breasts. Unfortunately, his plans were interrupted when Summerset signaled them that Whitney was at the front gate.
Eve said, "Damn it, Roarke. Go delay him long enough for me to finish and get dressed."
"Darling, breast feeding is a perfectly normal function. Women do it all the time."
"I am a cop and cops do not have babies sucking on their tit when the commander drops by."
"Well, he should have called ahead if he gets embarrassed about a bit of milk. He knows that you have a 2 month old baby that needs to be fed."
"Damn it Roarke, button your shirt and go stall Whitney."
She shot him the evil eye and he stood up laughing as he walked into the house to intercept Whitney at the front door. It took Eve about 10 minutes to finish up and head into the house. She walked into the parlor with Basil on her hip and the nanny droid following closely behind. She had learned from Mavis that she was expected to show Basil off to company. She loved her baby and he was as pretty as his father, but she could not understand why other people would want to see HER baby.
Whitney came over and gave cooing sounds to Basil. It was a little disorientating, but typical. She didn't even want to think of the baby faces that Feeney had made the first time he visited. It just seemed abnormal for a cop to make baby noises.
As soon as the required baby visiting was done, she handed the Basil over to the nanny droid. Summerset came in with refreshments and took the nanny droid and Basil with him. Roarke handed Whitney his drink and sat down next to Eve.
Eve asked, "I gather this is more than a social call."
Whitney responded, "Yes. I just found out that Agent Zapper's mother escaped from prison. I also found out that she has another son who is said to be quite dangerous."
PROLOGUE:
Coma: The dreamer lay in the bed unable to break the coma after being shot. The living surrounded the dreamer and tended to the body. IV's fed the body with nutrients and medicine and still the dreamer made no move. The dreamer is trapped between the world of the living and the dead. The dreamer was searching for a way out.
Fathers: There are good fathers, but the dreamer was the seed of a demon father. The demon father was a liar, a thief and a rapist and the dreamer continued to sleep. The dreamer is glad that the demon father was dead for the evil that had been done. The dreamer searched for an answer for such a beginning in life and found duty and obligation as validation for living.
Love: There had been no place for love in the life of dreamer. Then one day, two people stood across a lawn of the dead. They were two people who had no business being together. The woman looked into the blue eyes of the man as she walked toward him. From that moment their lives were forever changed. The world shifted below their feet and love saved their souls.
Hands: The dreamer was aware of being handled and touched. There were the fatherly hands that held the hand of the dreamer. It was not the demon father that died by knife. These were different hands, maybe a priest or an older caring man, perhaps an old friend. The fatherly hands were loving and tender. The dreamer was aware of being spoken to, but could not ascertain the words from the dream world. The dreamer felt the caring of the fatherly hand as unknown prayers were being said. The dreamer hoped that the prayers would pave the way for forgiveness for the sins committed in life cut short.
Love: And finally there were the loving hands. These were the hands of love between a man and a woman. These hands held the hands of the dreamer. Sometimes the owner of the loving hands would get in the bed and gently spoon the dreamer. The owner of the loving hands would whisper secret words into the ears of the dreamer. These were the words of a man and woman who have become one.
Child: The dreamer thought that the loving hands spoke of a child. Yes. Yes. A baby. Was it a boy? Maybe a girl. The memory was unclear. The dreamer cherished the loving hands. Those were the hands that never wanted to leave. The dreamer became aware that the loving hands would only go away when the fatherly hands or the clinical hands dragged the loving hands away. This distressed the dreamer; caught between the selfish desire for the loving hands and the concern that the loving hands were getting sick with worry and grief. What about the baby?
Time: The dreamer did not know how much time had passed. Had it been days, weeks or even months? There was no real pain, just the dreams and the waiting. How long had it been?
Finally there came a time when the dreamer was aware that the loving hands were tired and worn. The loving hands were getting no rest but would not leave the side of the dreamer no matter how much the other hands tried to help. The dreamer was stuck in that place between death and life and prayed for death. The dreamer wanted to live, but not like this. The dreamer searched and saw only death as an end to this dilemma. The loving hands could not move on with life as long as the dreamer lay in this coma. The dreamer was ready to let go of life for the sake of the loving hands and the baby.
Grief: The loving hands were finally taken away in exhaustion and the fatherly hands stayed alone with the dreamer. The owner of the fatherly hands cried on the shoulder of the dreamer, and then secretly did something to the IV. The fatherly hands stayed with the dreamer thru the night and dreamer felt life slowly slipping away in the early morning hours. The dreamer blessed the owner of the fatherly hands and forgave the murder.
In the dawn of a new day, the loving hands returned to say goodbye as the dreamer's breathing slowed. The loving hands held on tight and the tears fell as the lips of the dreamer were kissed. It was good that the loving hands would never suspect.
As death approached, the memories of life flashed thru the mind and the dreamer said good bye to life.
"Thank you, god, for releasing my mate from the agony of my coma. Please, forgive me my sins and do with my soul as you will."
The angel of death asked, "Why do you seek death? You are too young to simply give up your life."
"Lying in a coma while my lover suffers is not life. My life is over. My mate will move on and find someone else; live a full life and not waste away by my bedside."
"Make your choice."
The dreamer made the choice and all was quiet.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This blog follows Secret in Death and Searching Death.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter 1 preview:
Eve was breast feeding Basil under Siobhan's tree with Roarke lying on the grass at her feet. He was wearing jeans and a casual shirt. It was unbuttoned and fluttering in a light breeze. The filtered sunlight peaked thru the leaves of the tree and danced on his bare chest. He was enjoying the view of his wife and child as he gently massaged a foot and she felt heat all the way to her core.
"You have to stop that. I am trying to feed Basil here and you are getting my heart rate up."
"Aye, I am just making sure that his milk is warm."
She laughed and said, "You are making my milk boil. I don't think I am ready to give Basil his first lesson in sex education."
Roarke wasn't listening as he stroked the back of her knee. He was a patient man, but as soon as Basil was finished with his lunch, Roarke had every intention of taking a turn at Eve's very lovely breasts. Unfortunately, his plans were interrupted when Summerset signaled them that Whitney was at the front gate.
Eve said, "Damn it, Roarke. Go delay him long enough for me to finish and get dressed."
"Darling, breast feeding is a perfectly normal function. Women do it all the time."
"I am a cop and cops do not have babies sucking on their tit when the commander drops by."
"Well, he should have called ahead if he gets embarrassed about a bit of milk. He knows that you have a 2 month old baby that needs to be fed."
"Damn it Roarke, button your shirt and go stall Whitney."
She shot him the evil eye and he stood up laughing as he walked into the house to intercept Whitney at the front door. It took Eve about 10 minutes to finish up and head into the house. She walked into the parlor with Basil on her hip and the nanny droid following closely behind. She had learned from Mavis that she was expected to show Basil off to company. She loved her baby and he was as pretty as his father, but she could not understand why other people would want to see HER baby.
Whitney came over and gave cooing sounds to Basil. It was a little disorientating, but typical. She didn't even want to think of the baby faces that Feeney had made the first time he visited. It just seemed abnormal for a cop to make baby noises.
As soon as the required baby visiting was done, she handed the Basil over to the nanny droid. Summerset came in with refreshments and took the nanny droid and Basil with him. Roarke handed Whitney his drink and sat down next to Eve.
Eve asked, "I gather this is more than a social call."
Whitney responded, "Yes. I just found out that Agent Zapper's mother escaped from prison. I also found out that she has another son who is said to be quite dangerous."
