Friday, September 27, 2019
Monday, July 29, 2019
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Monday, May 20, 2019
ALERT! PARIS ONCE UPON A TIME by Lawrence ROSE
BRILLIANT LOVE STORY, ADVENTURE STORY, TRAVEL STORY. THE BEST OF EUROPE AND THE WEST COAST.
BASED ON THE SONG CYCLE BY HECTOR BERLIOZ, a second tier tenor in Paris looking for some gigs meets MARISOL PILAR DE FROISSART. Astoundingly, they fall in love!
Original version rated 4.5 Stars in six reviews. Now completely rewritten.
IT's the rewritten, restructured, handsomely covered successor to Marisol's Journey... PARISONCE is on AMAZON BOOKS with Kindle APP. the APP is free and YOU use it to read Kindle E Books on ANY DEVICE! AND IN PAPERBACK!
PARISThursday, May 16, 2019
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Cutthroat Gap.... fiction?
My new short story, "Cutthroat Gap" will be published both in magazine form and online in...
"THE ADELAIDE LITERARY REVIEW".
July, 2019, Issue!
ALR is published in New York and Lisbon. It's a beautiful magazine. Check their website.
https://adelaidemagazine.org/february2019.html
The story is a modern adventure and, despite its title, it is not a cowboy yarn. A young scientist runs into events in the paranormal, tragic and deadly events, over which he had no control, which shook his rationality to the core... and he questions whether he himself will survive the ordeal.
Saturday, May 11, 2019
Excerpts....
...The mountain morning fogs drifting up from Asturias were famous. Marisol woke before Steven and went out trying not to disturb him. Dressed for the high cold she wandered away from the lodge and stepped into the meadow. The grass was wet with the early morning air. The fog was caressing her, thick, silent, cold . It gave her a place where she felt enveloped, hidden, safe. In the small breaks above, she caught the red glow of sunrise through the passes. Then a small bell. Then another getting a bit closer coming up across the valley. The bark of a dog, then another. The fog opened like a rising white lace drapery and the sheep moved towards her. A lone Catalan herder followed on horseback a few meters behind with his dog moving the sheep along. The fog lifted to reveal the full scope of the valleys and peaks, the green high pastures and the shepherd in his beret slouched half asleep in his saddle. She sighed and thought, “These mountains! The Pyrenees! Whenever I am here it is like heaven. No wonder they want their own country back. They deserve their own country. But now they are only expendable pieces in a game, a serious game.”
Excerpt from "The Lithium Desert War", a Marisol Thriller! Coming in June!
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