Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Chase the Wind

I'm celebrating all week because the 2nd novel in my Eaglekin Series Chase the Wind is out as an Early Bird with my publisher! My talented niece made some awesome pictures for the book trailer. I'm so proud of her.

His chest rose and fell harshly. “The Soltakens?” His voice was rough, raspy, and painful for her to hear.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard anyone. We’ve got to take care of your wrists.”

He stared at her for a long moment, and then looked down at the bloody mass and nodded.

“It will hurt.”

“It already does.” He attempted a grin.

“Forgive me for this.” Santil twisted the branch, loosening the first layer of the knot. She felt the long hard tension overtaking his body. Santil’s head pounded.
Undoing the knot was comparatively the easy part. Unraveling the rope from Kinalan’s body tissue was an ordeal neither of them was prepared for. Flesh pulled away in stringy hunks, revealing angry swollen bleeding welts.

Kinalan clenched his teeth together in an attempt to stifle his cries, but the veins in his neck bulged against the metal collar. Tears leaked from his eyes. He’d bear the scars from this for the rest of his life.

They were both breathing heavily, drenched in sweat when the last of the rope came free.

They held each other’s gaze. There was nothing to clean his wounds with.
Santil started tearing off the bottom of her own dirty shirt, well Bretlan’s shirt, to use as bandages. Glittering arms reached in past the leaves and branches and ripped Kinalan out, showering Santil in a cloud of dust, leaves and spiders.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Good Bye

I enjoyed posting to this blog, but do to time constraints I won't be able to post for a while.
I will still be posting to historical hussies here on blog spot if you'd like to drop by and say hi.

Be well,

Jennifer Childers

Friday, April 16, 2010

warriors turned missionary

Can love break the barriers of time and distance?

Is it possible to have a bond so close that a person can sense the distress of a loved one far away?

After the bombing of Pearl harbor, Jacob DeShazer trained for a mission. A retaliation to bomb Japanese targets then return to china and rendez-vous with American troops. The men knew the chances of survival were slim due to a strong Japanese presence in China.

The air raid was a success, however; on the way back, the planes failed forcing the men to parachute from them. Two men died in the landing, while Deshazer and his fellows were captured.

Back in the states, a mother woke from a dream where she felt as though she were falling. She began to pray for her son. Her fears were confirmed in a news story about pilots captured by the Japanese. her son would be a prisoner of war for three years. Despite her fear, she held fast to the belief her son would come home. The belief gave her peace.

DeShazer returned home a changed man, during his incarceration he was allowed three weeks to read a bible. Jesus' teachings on forgiveness strengthened him; his teachings on love, inspired. He was able to embrace the truth that we are more than our governments. Peace is possible when we learn to love one another. A mission statement more difficult than it sounds.

After the war, DeShazer married and returned to Japan with his wife and son. After writing "I was a prisoner of Japan", he spent thirty years as a missionary. One of his fans was the man who led the attack on Pearl Harbor. the two became friends and worked as missionaries together.

A day of infamy started a life long work for peace.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Sapphire Phelan Guest Bloggging at Coffee Time Romance's Blog 4/16-Contest Too

I will be doing a blog tour stop at Coffee Time Thoughts blog at Friday, 4/16th. I will be doing a giveaway to one lucky commenter of my new erotic paranormal romance, Ain't Nothin' Like Succubus Lovin'. So come and party with me.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Winchester Mansion

William Wirt Winchester revolutionized the firearms industry with the improvement of The Volcanic Repeater, a rifle (1857) easier to reload because it contained a mechanism to load bullets into the breech. The new design was created in 1860, it was called the Henry Rifle. This model had a tubular magazine located under the barrel making reloading far easier allowing for more rounds fired. It is said The Henry could fire on average, one shot every 3 seconds. This rifle became the favorite of Northern troops during the civil war.

On September 30, 1862 William married a beautiful society girl named Sarah Pardee in a grand celebration in New Haven. The couple amassed great wealth with the sale of the rifle in the war effort. A secure future was assured. The family would never want for anything.

What should have been a fairy tale ending became a series of tragedies for Sarah. On July 15, 1866 she gave birth to a baby girl she named Annie. While still an infant, she contracted
marasmus. Sarah was helpless as her baby wasted away before she died nine days later.
Grief stricken, Sarah withdrew into herself, avoiding family and friends for a decade before the heartache began to subside.

In 1881, William succumbed to pulmonary tuberculosis and died. He left Sarah with an estate worth 20 million dollars. The wealth meant nothing to Sarah as she lost her greatest treasures and no amount of money could replace them. Lost in depression, a friend suggested Sarah speak to a medium. She hoped connection with her husband's spirit might ease Sarah's pain.

Sarah consulted with a medium who told her she had a message from William Winchester. She went on to describe her husband. "He says for me to tell you there is a curse on your family that took the life of he and your child. It will soon take you too. It is the result of the terrible weapon created by the Winchester family. Thousands of persons have died because of it and now the spirits are seeking vengeance." the medium told her. "You must start a new life and build a home for yourself and the spirits who have fallen from this terrible weapon too. You can never stop building on this house. Continue building and you will live, stop and you will die."

Sarah spent 38 years building the house in California. Stairwells led nowhere, sky lights were built one on top of the other. Sarah had a curiosity about the number 13 as nearly all the windows contained 13 panes of glass. The walls contained 13 panels, the floors were made of 13 sections. The greenhouse had 13 cupolas. Every staircase but one had 13 steps. The original mansion was seven stories high. Seven is considered the number of spiritual perfection.

Tragedy struck again with an earthquake in 1906. The top three floors of the mansion caved in, never to be rebuilt. Portions of the lower floors were destroyed. The Daisy room was the room Sarah was sleeping in when the earthquake struck. A chimney collapsed trapping Sarah inside the room. She saw this as a sign from the spirits. They were angry because Sarah bricked up 30 rooms of the mansion, trapping the spirits dwelling within those rooms forever.

Sarah died in 1922. It is said strange lights and noise come from the mansion to this day. Did she finally have peace in death or is her spirit still seeking absolution for the pain her family caused?

The Winchester Mansion is located in central California, USA and is considered an historical landmark and curiosity even today.

Sarah Winchester was the wife of William Wirt Winchester