A Jolting and Thought-Provoking Finale

Review of “Two Runs of Stone: Full Circle” (Book 5 of the saga)

By the time I finished the fifth book in this saga I felt as if I’d traveled along with the characters who’d endured a series of remarkable and often traumatic experiences living in the 19th Century. It included history and cultural lessons that had me hooked from the start.

The final chapter of the first section would have been more suitably labeled an epilogue since it summarized several events that followed and segued into the section section. The ending of the 19th Century portion was abrupt as well as shocking. Having read the previous four books, I could see it coming, but I didn’t like it. To explain would constitute spoilers so I’ll leave it at that.

The shift into the 20th Century to descendants of the original characters and the development of Cache Valley, Utah where they settled felt like the culture shock a time-traveler would experience jumping forward in time. Nonetheless, it was an important part to wrap up the saga. Anyone who hasn’t read the previous books would not appreciate it.

It amazed me how familiar I was with story locations, especially Cache Valley, Utah. I lived there from 1973-1988, which included some of the timeline in the story. The fictitious city, Torrent, was undoubtedly Logan. I’ve driven through Sardine Canyon and I remember times it was closed due to snow. Surnames of some of the characters were prominent there, e.g. Bingham and Wangsgaard. I smiled at mention of Strasbourg, France, which is where my grandfather was born and I visited in 2004.

It was almost eerie, how much in these books resonated in one way or another with my own experience.

Our ancestors were real people who are often forgotten. The foundation they built for us is taken for granted, as are the sacrifices they made so our lives would be better. Peter Jensen was the great-grandfather of the modern character. The razing of the house and mill were particularly touching, showing how nothing lasts forever and what constituted the life’s work of someone is easily dismissed generations later.

I am the great-grandmother to 16 children, some of whom I may never meet since they live in other states. Will they have any idea who I am? Know anything about me? Even know my name? Can you name your great-grandparents?  All four sets of them?

The saga left me feeling melancholy towards life and how quickly it passes. It seemed as if the modern-day section dragged a bit. Having read the previous four books, I knew what was likely to happen. Yet it was necessary to explain the descendants’ dire situation in sufficient detail to identify with them and appreciate the dramatic ending.

The author is a gifted storyteller and I loved these books, which had me so engaged that I read all five in under three weeks. I especially enjoyed the “Section Notes” that gave more historical and source information.

That said, I have one overall criticism: They desperately needed a competent editor! There were so many examples of using homonyms incorrectly (example, rein vs. reign; alter vs. altar; whetted vs. wetted, fowl vs. foul, etc. as well as the wrong word, i.e., continence vs. countenance) that I lost count. Dialog was seldom (if ever) punctuated correctly. In a less-gripping story I would have never finished reading a book, much less books, with so many editorial issues.

The typo “blood tasting facilities” vs. “testing” made me laugh out loud. A few characters changed names, which made my head spin. Krista’s daughter was Anna Katrina in the other books and became Anna Sophia while Elizabeth Anne’s son was August Peter Jensen in book 4 and became August Charles in book 5.

I know as an author of a science fiction tetralogy as well as a cross-cultural thriller trilogy that maintaining consistency is a challenge. But such things are often caught by beta readers, proofreaders, and should definitely be corrected by a competent editor.

Since I read the entire series so quickly the 5 books all ran together, which facilitated catching such discrepancies. I understand how such things can happen plus this probably stood out more for me than the average reader. Nonetheless, this wonderful saga deserved better. It’s on a short list of stories that I will remember for a long time and recommend highly, though I feel inclined to apologize for the poor editing.

[NOTE:–Book Four, “Wagons West,” as well as this one had numerous hostile encounters with Indians. I’m acutely aware of the other side of the story having written “The Curse of Dead Horse Canyon” saga with a Northern Cheyenne coauthor. Native Americans had their land stolen and somehow survived an attempt at genocide. Is it any wonder they attacked those taking possession of it?]

Moving Right Along. . .

Review of “Two Runs of Stone: Wagons West” (Book 4)

If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m hooked on this series. The realistic details and historical accuracy bring it to a different dimension beyond that of just another novel. The characters are believable and feel like family.

The intensity of the Danish immigrants’ journey continues in this 4th book of the series. As with the previous books, this one offers a detailed and often painful description of the trials, tribulations, hazards, and heartbreaks encountered along the way by those whose ultimate destination was Utah.

Traveling a thousand miles in a covered wagon—or walking, pulling a handcart, no less–is incomprehensible to those of us born in the 20th or 21st century. Since this is part of our nation’s history it’s something we should all understand and appreciate, especially if any of your ancestors participated in this trek to populate the west.

The planning, logistics, and experiences are viewed through the eyes of the characters who populate this gripping series. Having read the previous three books, by this time they felt like family. They are split up in two separate wagon trains as well as another who is on a singular journey. The flavor of the era is captured so accurately it’s as if you are there.

While this book can be read independently of the first three, it has far more meaning and impact if it’s read in order so you understand the characters and what they’ve already been through. As with the other books, it’s historically accurate and further enhanced by the research notes included separately.

If you are LDS you have undoubtedly heard about this great migration to the Great Salt Lake Valley. This book relates the experience from the Mormon point of view, illustrates the organizational structure of leadership for the journey as well as other activities that were unique to this group. The author does an excellent job integrating the wealth of researched detail with the story.

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Review of “Two Runs of Stone: Heart’s Desire” by Steven D. Nielsen

A Realistic View of Plural Marriage

As the 3rd book in this saga begins, the main characters are preparing to leave their temporary homes in Wyoming City and head for their final destination in Utah. There are three plot lines that follow the main characters we met in the 1st book, who are on separate journeys in the New World, some of which was covered in the 2nd book.

While they prepare for their long journey via covered wagons and handcarts, the author also provides an intimate look into how members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints dealt with the issue of plural marriage. This is probably the main issue that most people have heard about with regard to the Mormon Church, a practice which has since been discontinued.

There were various reasons for instituting this practice, with which most are familiar from the Old Testament. At this time in the mid-19th Century scores of men had died in various ways from attacks and accidents to diseases, leaving a vast number of widows and children who needed protection from the many hazards and brutal life style at that time. The story provides a realistic glimpse into how the people felt about it, which naturally varies with each individual involved in the practice as well as the persecution they endured because of it. As pointed out in the book, immorality is tolerated while a practice that involves commitment and sacrifice on the part of all involved is frowned upon. What’s wrong with this picture?

Their hardships continue as they prepare for this final leg of their journey, again providing fascinating details of life at that time. Readers are immersed in everyday life with the characters that by now feel like their own family.

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A Magnificent Historical Novel

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Review of “Two Runs of Stone: A Beckoning Call” by Steven D. Nielsen

I was gifted a copy of this amazing book many years ago and it sat on my shelf until recently when I came across it again. Oddly enough, I’m actually glad that it took me so long to read it. Had I read it when I received it I would not have appreciated it nearly as much as I do now.

Since that time I became an author myself who has written 8 novels and two nonfiction books. Thus, being familiar with the work involved in the creative and publishing process I can admire this magnificent story even more.

The author did an exceptional job crafting living, breathing characters, and placing the reader into 19th Century Denmark. The imagery was astounding and interwoven with the story in such a skillful manner that every scene comes alive. The necklace was a beautiful symbol on so many levels.

The book itself is a work of art. I’m disappointed that there is no mention of who did the gorgeous artwork or designed the cover  on this 2003 hardback, which is a perfect complement to the story within. The notes included for each section enrich the story with historical facts that contribute to the overall context.

This is truly a masterful work. I learned so much about Denmark, its history, people and struggles. Shortly after completing this story I came upon a beautiful flower-studded picture of a windmill. I beheld it for several minutes, having a new appreciation for the structure’s complexity and essential function. I’m also grateful that since I read this book years later that there are now several volumes that continue this gripping saga.

My criteria for an outstanding book is for it to make me laugh, cry, learn something, and see something in a new way. This book checked all the boxes. As an author and editor myself, however, there was one thing I found that kept this novel from absolute perfection. The copy editing was remiss in several areas regarding proper punctuation, especially for dialog, as well as a few minor typos. This spectacular story deserved better.

You can get a copy in any format you prefer on Amazon here.

Historical Fiction at its Best

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Review of “The Wall Between” by Inger Margaret Foster

My binge marathon on Inger Margaret Foster’s books continues!

The point of historical fiction is to take you to some time in the past and live it. This story definitely does that and more! I’m old enough to remember much of what went on back in the 70s. I also remember when President Ronald Reagan told Gorbachev to tear down the Berlin wall. But never did it have the impact as it did in this amazing tale of a couple separated by it and the horrible policies that were in place when East and West Berlin were separated.

That was the situation at the end of WWII when Communist Russia got East Germany and the allies got West Germany. What it required to cross from one side to the other was solid identification, then being escorted by an armed guard who kept his eye on his watch to make sure the meeting didn’t go longer than it was supposed to.

I’m glad that I read “Elke’s Magic” first, though it’s not required. Nonetheless, it gives you a glimpse of the situation and you get to know the main character. You can also understand why Elke missed her idyllic little cottage back in the States. When she was washing dishes in her humble apartment in West Berlin and remembering the dried herbs hanging above her sink in her little house I could so totally relate! When I lived in Texas I was able to grow a multitude of fresh herbs that I dried in the house, just like that. I hope to be able to do so again, maybe next year, though some won’t survive where I live now in New York State, where it’s so much colder.

I absolutely loved this story and it touched me deeply. I read it in a single sitting, unable to put it down. Highly recommended to understand what the people in Germany went through during those dark and trying years.

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The Dark Side of Eclipses: Do the Heavens Still Issue Warnings of Things to Come?

I thought this book would be around fifty pages and concentrated on the eclipses that were visible in the United States. Was I ever wrong! Once I got started I found this trail of cosmic breadcrumbs that took me down the rabbit hole of over 300 pages worth! Have a peek at the back cover:

You’ve Been Warned. . .

Our ancestors didn’t understand why eclipses happened, but their meaning was clear: The gods were not happy. Ancient Greeks figured out the mechanics sufficiently to predict their occurrence.

Why bother if they were meaningless?

The “Enlightenment” threw anything unproven in a laboratory based on 18th Century science out the window as “myth and superstition,” such as astrology. If so, why did certain elite groups such as the Rosicrucians and Catholic Church continue to practice it? A devious move, perhaps, to keep this powerful tool out of the hands of the common man? Why else do they claim, “Millionaires don’t use astrology but billionaires do?”

Ignoring the truth doesn’t change the truth. The heavens still speak. The Holy Bible states the stars and planets were given “for times and for seasons.” God hasn’t changed and neither has His promise. Sadly, even churches no longer pay attention, but condemn astrology as “of the devil.”

How can God’s creations be from the devil? Who would say that other than the devil himself?

Biblical prophecies are corroborated by similar predictions from other religions and indigenous peoples. They’re coming to pass at an astounding rate, though the dumbed-down masses remain oblivious to their importance.

The Great American Eclipse in 2017 was visible from coast to coast. Its symbolism indicates a country divided. In October 2023 another solar eclipse path crossed the country with another coming in April 2024 that will cross them both.

What did the October 2023 eclipse tell us? Its path paralleled the U.S. Southern Border. Did it implicate the immigration crisis?

What will the total eclipse on April 8, 2024 deliver? The paths of all three form two ominous “Xs” on the United States. Do these figurative crosshairs indicate God has had enough?

Discover how these “signs in the heavens” predict the downfall of the United States as physicist and professional astrologer, Marcha “Whobeda” Fox, interprets their symbolism alongside subsequent events.

Buckle up, America. You ain’t see nothin’ yet.

Obviously, I took a sabbatical from writing fiction to go back to my training and experience as an astrologer to investigate what eclipses have to say. I found witnessing the 2017 total eclipse deeply troubling. I could understand why such events terrified our ancient ancestors. Later, I read that when an eclipse path crosses a country, it divides it.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Now, seven years later, we’re about to have the third eclipse path slash the U.S.A., which has never been in more precarious shape than it is right now. How can you look at this picture illustrating them without feeling in your gut that this can’t be good?

What seemed most ominous are those intersections, as if God and the Universe as X’ing out the U.S. Particularly, what’s going on in those locations?

The one in Southern Illinois is right on top of the New Madrid Seismic Zone. The one in Southwest Texas is not far from Eagle Pass, where the immigration crisis is hotter than ever.

The number of rare, celestial events between March – April 2024 is unprecedented. What are they telling us?

Find out what eclipses have been telling us all along.

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Review of Nancy Red Star’s “Star Ancestors: Extraterrestrial Contact in the Native American Tradition”

This book is a masterful work of art in addition to containing a collection of personal experiences from members of several different tribes. These include Navajo, Mi’kmaq, Abenaki, Seneca, Cherokee, Tarahumara, Maya, Olmec, Yaqui, Creek, and Choctaw.

Though testimonials about UFO encounters are included, the majority of the book is on a more spiritual level, dealing with other types of connections with the Star People. These include the importance of ceremony, previous lost civilizations from millennia ago, high technology in the distant past, the origin of indigenous people, and prophecies of the future, which is upon us now.

The book has been around a while, the original copyright in 2000, then renewed in 2012. In today’s world that’s a long time and many things prophesied that may not yet have occurred by either of those dates have by now.

I think my favorite section was “We Wander This World with a Purpose” by Mali Keating. She spoke of the Hopi, where they came from, and their numerous prophecies. Here’s an excerpt of one section that explained so much about our modern world.

“The Anasazi were a people left over from the migration. The people were told they must never stop and build cities, but of course some did…. Cities make people crazy, as we all know. People become greedy and lose the ability to work together.”

Here’s another, that may not have been as apparent when this book was first released as it is now:

“The Hopi said that they would know that the end is coming when roads crisscrossed this continent like the web of a spider–those are the vapor trails of airplanes. You can see vapor trails like the webs of spiders in the sky.”

Actually, roads on which we drive crisscross the continent, too. Those trails in the sky,  however, are not vapor trails, they are called chemtrails. Vapor trails are condensation from normal airplanes whereas chemtrails are chemicals such as barium and aluminum being deliberately sprayed in the atmosphere to supposedly combat climate change. This, like so much else out there today, is a lie. If anything, they are causing the climate to go crazy by facilitating weather manipulation.

There are numerous photos of indigenous art and the layout of the book itself is genius, between Nancy Red Star’s commentaries before each entry to her free verse poetry at the conclusion. Reading these stories is not just informative, it’s an experience of another realm beyond what meets the eyes.

A realm that Native Americans and all indigenous people understand.

May we all learn from their ancient wisdom before it’s too late.

5-stars, Highly Recommended

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“The Klansman’s Wife” by Scott Skipper

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First of all, I know that I’ve been absent from my reviewing duties for a while now. That’s  because I’ve been up to my eyeballs writing a story that began as a cozy mystery that expanded into a thousand-page conspiracy thriller which has required an astounding amount of research. I truly hope to get at least the first book out in a few months. I expect it will be worth the wait.  Recently I took a trip, however, which gave me time to read on the plane and this was the story I selected. It definitely made the miles fly by at a rapid pace.


The title alone constitutes a spoiler though this cautionary tale definitely drives the message home. Set in South Carolina in the 1970s, this gripping story captures the dark side of the south in the post 60s Civil Rights era. This culture was entirely off the radar of those who lived in other parts of the country and deserves to be read for its education value alone.

I have to smile at the main character’s name, Mason, a Californian who definitely has some interesting revelations and adventures upon venturing below the Mason-Dixon line. A young man in his late 20s who has recently lost his job and been divorced by his wife accepts employment at a company in South Carolina that manufacturers machines used in the printing industry. From reviewing ECRs (engineering change requests) to interactions between employees with a variety of educational and cultural backgrounds, the author did a great job capturing the work climate of such a facility which included plenty of gossip and the inevitable backbiting. It was easy to visualize the environment and feel as if you, too, were an employee observing the drama and goings-on.

Mason is immediately attracted to a flirtatious woman named Jill. Despite warnings that her abusive husband is the Grand Knight of the local KKK, he pursues a relationship with her. As expected, he is attacked and harassed in a vicious manner, any relief from law enforcement nonexistent since they are also members of the Klan. His obsession with her is not to be doused, however, and ultimately becomes coupled with compassion and the desire to help her escape her abusive marriage.

Further description will definitely tread upon spoiler territory, though I’m sure just about anyone can figure out that this is probably not going to end well. Actually, the ending does carry a few major surprises, though the author did a good job of alluding to them. This suspense-laden story is not only a warning not to allow your libido to lure you into dangerous situations, but also provides a glimpse into what it was like in the Deep South a half-century ago. While some of it has improved, it’s still a place immersed in echoes of a culture that few outsiders understand.

Scott Skipper is one of my favorite authors, particularly his Alien Affairs series. Being much darker, this novel lacks the dry humor found there, but his skilled writing style and attention to detail make it an outstanding read.

As mentioned earlier, I read this story while on an airplane. As I was about to get into my car in the remote long-term parking lot I heard a shot. Duly sensitized by the action in the book, I ducked, wondering what was going on and whether I was in mortal danger. Then it dawned on me that it was New Year’s Eve and all I’d heard was a firecracker.  Nonetheless, it illustrated the author’s skill in pulling me into the story. Don’t miss it.

You can pick up your copy on Amazon here. You can learn more about Scott Skipper and his other stories through his social media links below.

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“Kicker” by R. Grey Hoover: The Perfect Read to Celebrate #VeteransDay

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World War II is raging. A young father must choose between his family and duty to his country- a decision that could cost him everything.

Based on actual experiences of United States veterans and official military aviation history records from World War II, this is the thrilling story of a family’s journey into war. While his loved ones struggle with shortages and rationing at home, Sam endures relentless Japanese attacks against his unarmed aircraft over the treacherous mountains and torrid jungles of Asia. His job is to drop supplies to Merrill’s Marauders and over 750,000 allied soldiers fighting in the perilous jungles of Burma. If the enemy is not stopped, the American way of life will end.

If you like non-stop action with a touch of humor and romance and the chance to learn about the “forgotten front” of WWII, then this is the book for you. I dare you to read the excerpt below and not absolutely HAVE to read this story!

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EXCERPT

April 4, 1944 – Dinjan Airbase, India

                Sam and Bobby Joe were totally exhausted when they crawled into their charpoys. The harrowing events of the day had taken its toll on them physically and mentally. In spite of the heat and noise of the jungle, Sam felt the blessed relief of sleep approaching soon after his head hit the pillow. However, as he drifted off, a feeling of unease came over him. It was a feeling that something was wrong, not here in India, but at home. He didn’t know if he felt uneasy because he still hadn’t received mail from home or because of some unknown reason, but the feeling stayed with him until he finally succumbed to his exhaustion and slipped into a deep sleep.

Thankfully, his slumber was not disturbed by his recurring nightmare, and he slept soundly until the wee hours of the morning when he suddenly awoke not knowing what had disturbed him. A light rain was falling outside, and except for an occasional flash of distant lightning, the basha was in total darkness. He lay very still, listening to the sounds around him. He strained his hearing, but no sound came except for the steady breathing of the sleeping men around him. After several minutes, he relaxed, thinking his imagination was playing tricks on him. He was almost asleep again when he thought he detected a faint unfamiliar sound coming from somewhere in the basha. Once again, he listened intently, not sure he had heard anything; but then he heard the sound again—only this time it seemed closer, and he was sure it came from within the basha. He couldn’t quite place the sound, but it seemed like something soft brushing against an object. He listened closely, but all was silent. None of the other men in the basha stirred, and after an extended period of silence, he relaxed once again in anticipation of sleep.

He was in that dreamy state just before slumber when he felt the presence of something or someone nearby. Once again, his senses came to full alert, and he made a conscious effort not to move. He listened carefully, bringing all his senses to bear. He could see or hear nothing, and yet he was sure something was there. He was startled when someone at the other end of the room moved, but then all was silent once again. He was lying on his back, so he slowly moved his head to the right and scanned the darkness.

At first he saw nothing, but then attention was drawn to a slight movement at the foot of his bed. He couldn’t make out what it was. It appeared to be an undistinguishable shadow against the darker background of the room. As he watched, the shadow moved, and he held his breath as it silently glided along the side of his bed. There was no sound as it moved, and it slowly drew nearer and stopped near the head of his bed. He could tell that it was something large, but due to the extreme darkness, he was unable to see what it was. His instincts told him this was something dangerous and evil, and the hairs on the nape of his neck stood erect. At that moment, a distant flash of lightning faintly illuminated the scene, and in that instant of light, Sam could see the large form of a tiger standing beside him.

The animal’s head was enormous. Its eyes, momentarily reflecting light from the faraway lightning, gave the beast an evil, devil-like appearance. This was death incarnate staring directly at him.

Sam was frozen with fear, and his heart seemed to stop. His .45-caliber pistol hung on the wall not three feet away, and he cursed himself for not keeping it inside the mosquito netting with him. He knew the tiger could see that he was awake, and he feared any movement would cause it to attack. The animal stepped closer, and Sam could see its dim outline and smell its damp fur and the fetid odor of its breath. The tiger appeared to know its victim was helpless. The great beast took its time as it sniffed the mosquito netting as if testing its strength. Slowly it raised a huge paw and placed it against the puny impediment. The tiger’s claws caught in the netting, and with a mighty swipe, it ripped the flimsy material away from the bed.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

greyhooverR Grey Hoover is an Air Force veteran with a family tradition of military service that dates back to the American revolution. He wrote his book “Kicker the Forgotten Front” to honor his father and the other veterans of World War II who fought in the China-Burma-India (CBI) theatre.  During the war, the European and Pacific theatres got most of the supplies and media attention leaving the CBI theatre with the leftovers. Even in today’s media coverage of World War II the CBI theatre is never mentioned. The author’s book is an attempt to correct this gross oversight.

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“Somewhere Between” by Patty Wiseman: Historical Novel with a Paranormal Twist

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This historical novel with a paranormal-whodunnit twist was well-written and had numerous fascinating plot entanglements. The characters were well-drawn and vivid with enough suspense in the story action to keep you turning the pages, wondering who did what and how it would turn out.  I loved the gutsy protagonist, Phebe, whose curiosity was insatiable and tended to get her into trouble as she tried to figure out the secrets behind the Powell family, by whom she’d been hired as a governess for their three lively children.

The “ghost in the attic” was great, eerie enough to be convincing as a ghost and duly mysterious as well. The other household staff members–the cook, butler, and ever the stable boy–were key to the story as some tried to protect the family’s many secrets and how Edmund’s ghost fit into it all. I don’t like creepy, scary type books, but this one was a comfortable bedtime read with it’s suspense directed more at the mystery of how the various characters were connected. All families have their share of secrets, and this one had a plethora of them, many of which were scandalous in the time in which the story takes place but less so, perhaps even considered normal, today.

This is a pleasant, easy read and glimpse of a different time. The cover is fabulous and fits the story perfectly.

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