When she laughed, the world laughed with her. When she smiled, the world smiled, too. A bundle of happiness wrapped with a bow, or, at least, auburn pigtails, she stole our hearts and captured our souls. We called her Lucrezia. History would remember her for reasons other than our own.
It’s always nice to get a good review for something you’ve written. Even more so for the last book in a trilogy. For that person to have read all those pages and enjoyed them right to the end is music to a writer’s ears. Thank you, Diana.
Review by Diana Amazon.com 11/12/17
December 11, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition
The final book of Anker’s The Eternals series doesn’t disappoint. Gradually, the trilogy has shifted from a story about a vampire to a story about a man seeking the truth of his life and discovering what it is to be human. This is a trilogy that must be read in sequence as the action continues without backstory through the strange and epic landscapes of a dying world.
The search for Linka leads Jean, Merriweather, and Aurora from the Arctic ice to the Baltic sea. Secrets of the past are revealed and reconciled, and at the final confrontation with his enemies, Jean endures betrayal but also learns the truth of his destiny.
Anker’s writing is stylistically poetic, the pace of the book steady, and dialog natural as well as imbued with personality. The verbal repartee between Jean and Merriweather is characteristic of their relationship and a pleasure to read. Walter Merriweather takes on a greater role in this book. Reveals about his history, personality, and motives is perhaps the most interesting and startling part of the story. The ending is an emotional and exquisite read.
If you enjoy vampires, epic vistas, tales of redemption, and stylistic writing, this series is well worth picking up.
Thank you for reading
Richard M. Ankers
The elefrump flicked its long, bulbous nose, swiped at a monkling that teased it with a bullrush, missed, and stamped its massive, hairy feet. If ever a creature regretted wearing a one-piece bathing suit decorated with daffodils, it was the elefrump. Nothing else had fit! The poor creature went red with embarrassment.
Sick of being teased, and determining never to be so again, the elefrump launched itself into the lake hoping to drift away.
When the chaos settled, and all that remained was the elefrump sat in a large, muddy hole, its frown turned upside down. No more monklings. No more teasing creatures. And no more water. Mud was better, anyway.
Losing Polly’s heart hurt. She cupped her soul in the palms of her hands and cast it to the wind. There she hoped it would find another body, one who chose more wisely. If not? Then it would drift amongst the cobwebs in the sky just waiting to be caught.
In the silent hours
Our screams are shouted loudest
We’re meeting in landscapes
Joined at the soul
Waiting nightly for sleep
To roam beautiful dreams
50 Word Stories – Outfoxed
“Did you see that fox watching the chickens?”
“He was licking his lips.”
“Is that all you’ve got to say? He could ruin us, you know!”
“Oh, do explain.”
“What do you mean, he’s full?”
“I fed him dad’s dinner an hour ago.”