Ric Wasley's Posts - CrimeSpace2024-03-29T12:32:39ZRic Wasleyhttps://crimespace.ning.com/profile/ricwazhttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/60986252?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://crimespace.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=ricwaz&xn_auth=noWhat would you do ?tag:crimespace.ning.com,2007-10-02:537324:BlogPost:774832007-10-02T05:17:20.000ZRic Wasleyhttps://crimespace.ning.com/profile/ricwaz
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<div style="DISPLAY: block"><em><strong>Chapter Excerpt from Shadow of Innocence</strong></em> <br></br><br></br>Here's another particularly creepy, helpless-feeling situation with a brief but shuddering nod to the horror genre both classic and contemporary. <br></br><br></br>So read and think about... what would YOU do?!!</div>
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<div style="DISPLAY: block"><em><strong>Chapter Excerpt from Shadow of Innocence</strong></em> <br/><br/>Here's another particularly creepy, helpless-feeling situation with a brief but shuddering nod to the horror genre both classic and contemporary. <br/><br/>So read and think about... what would YOU do?!!</div>
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<div style="DISPLAY: block"><br/>Ric <br/><br/>Ric Wasley <br/>Author <br/>Shadow of Innocence - Kunati - April 2007 <br/>Acid Test – Fall 2004 <br/><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=38452868&postID=3977643043352505337"><br/><font color="#800080">http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Ric_Wasley</font></a> <br/><a href="http://www.kunati.com/shadow-of-innocence-hip-myster/"><font color="#800080">http://www.kunati.com/shadow-of-innocence-hip-myster/</font></a> <br/><br/>Ric Wasley has spent almost forty years wandering through corporate board - rooms and honky-tonk bars. He now divides his time between writing mystery novels – Shadow of Innocence & Acid Test - McCarthy Family Mysteries – and observing the really ‘juicy parts’ of the human condition <br/><br/>New from Kunati Publishing: SHADOW OF INNOCENCE - The Newport Folk Festival provides a groovy backdrop for this fun and exciting mystery set in the music and drug soaked sixties. The Baby Boomers and everyone else are sure to enjoy this appealing mystery featuring a pair of musician partners in love and danger. Don't miss Shadow of Innocence From Kunati Publishing. Available now on; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1601640064/ref=cm_arms_pdp_dp/102-9493123-7988954"><font color="#800080">Amazon</font></a> ,Barnes & Noble and at bookstores everywhere. <br/><br/></div>What would you do? – “Don’t go down into that dark cellar alone!”tag:crimespace.ning.com,2007-09-01:537324:BlogPost:686592007-09-01T06:12:08.000ZRic Wasleyhttps://crimespace.ning.com/profile/ricwaz
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<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p><span lang="EN" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA" xml:lang="EN"><em>Another in the "What would you do?" questions.</em></span><span lang="EN" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA" xml:lang="EN"><br/><br/><em>As the scene opens a young wife in Mid-Victorian New England has recieved a letter and a plea - coupled with a warning from her husband. He is on a desparate mission to recover an object of great and terrible power that has been stolen from his keeping. The thief has also murdered a companion and robbed the young man of all of the funds with which he had been entrusted to persue the criminal.</em> <br/><em>So now he is forced to ask his teenage wife to secure the remainder of the money and bring it to him.</em> <br/><em>But he also must give her a warning. There is something else besides the money in the dark cellar. Something that does not like being disturbed.</em><br style="mso-special-character: line-break"/><br style="mso-special-character: line-break"/></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><b><i><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: AGaramond-Regular"><font face="Times New Roman">Excerpt from The Scrimshaw: Coming in the Fall of 2008</font></span></i></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; punctuation-wrap: simple"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"This brings me to what I must ask of you my loyal wife. Were there some other way - but there is not. I am now bereft of all of my funds as the thief Tanner left me not a single coin. I have been forced to borrow the price of a train ticket to New Bedford from innkeeper Hows. I swore to him that I would repay him but he would have none of it. He said to just bring the thieving black dog back to Sudbury to stand trial for the murder of John Twin-Hawks. I promised to do all in my power to bring him to justice. And that is where I need your help my dear one. You must go into the room in the cellar where I keep the scrimshaws, which I know you despise, as please believe me - so do I! There, go to the northwest corner of the room and pull up the third floorboard from the right-hand wall. You will find a strong box containing a portion of the gold eagles. You must bring them to me in New Bedford so that I may continue my pursuit of Tanner.</span></i></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"><i>Upon finishing the reading of this letter, go straight to the house. Pack your valise. Then while the sun still shines through the cellar window upon the scrimshaws, go to that room and retrieve the gold. But I implore you. Do not tarry! You must be out of that house and away before sunset. I fear that in his selfish and cruel greed, Tanner has set something in motion that only the hand of God with my poor help, can set right.</i></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; punctuation-wrap: simple"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Fiona's hands trembled again. But this time she was afraid that no amount of willpower could stop them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; punctuation-wrap: simple"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The pages fluttered from her fingers into the sand. She reached down absently and gathered them up. Then stuffing them into the damp pocket of her still wet dress, she started up the path to the house. She looked up at her home, but for the first time with fear. A dark cloud passed over the sun, plunging the house into wavering shadows. It looked somehow - sinister. As though there was a dark and brooding presence waiting there. Something evil. Waiting. Waiting for her.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; punctuation-wrap: simple"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Calling on the last remains of her Scotts/Irish courage, she walked quickly into the house. She threw clothes into her old carpetbag and hurriedly rushed down the stairs without even bothering to change her sea-stained dress. The worst part was entering the cellar room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; punctuation-wrap: simple"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Clutching her tiny gold crucifix in one hand and reciting the Lord's prayer in a continuing litany, she quickly found and pulled up the floorboard. She grabbed the strongbox, tore it open and up-ended its contents of gold coins into her carpetbag and walked to the door. She had just reached the threshold when a wind from nowhere blew it shut - right in her face. She reached out her hand, slippery with the sweat of cold fear and turned the handle. It wouldn't budge.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; punctuation-wrap: simple"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Oh sweet merciful Mary - Mother of God," she prayed, "Please help me. Don't let me die here - in this awful place, I pray you. My husband needs me. I must go to him. He needs me. And you know sweet Mary, that I - I – am, and will be - needed. Oh please - help me!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; punctuation-wrap: simple"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The tears poured down her face as the sounds of creaking timbers and rising wind became louder. "No! Please!"</span> <span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">She gave one last desperate tug on the door handle it. And it turned.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">New from Kunati Publishing: SHADOW OF INNOCENCE - The Newport Folk Festival provides a groovy backdrop for this fun and exciting mystery set in the music and drug soaked sixties. The Baby Boomers and everyone else are sure to enjoy this appealing mystery featuring a pair of musician partners in love and danger. Don't miss</font> <a href="http://www.kunati.com/shadow-of-innocence-hip-myster/"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#800080" size="3">Shadow of Innocence</font></a> <font face="Times New Roman" size="3">From</font> <a href="http://www.kunati.com/"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#0000FF" size="3">Kunati Publishing.</font></a> <font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Available now on;</font></span> <span style="COLOR: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1601640064/ref=cm_arms_pdp_dp/102-9493123-7988954"><font face="Times New Roman" color="#800080" size="3">Amazon</font></a></span> <span><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">,Barnes & Noble and at bookstores everywhere.</font></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #000061; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">And don't forget to check out my fellow Kunati author Cheryl Kaye Tardif and her tragic yet uplifting novel <i>Whale Song</i>, the story of a young woman haunted by the assisted suicide of her mother and the mystery that surrounds her death. Read more about Whale Song at</span> <u><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><a href="http://www.kunati.com/catalog_whale_song"><font color="#0000FF">http://www.kunati.com/catalog_whale_song</font></a></span></u> <span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #000061; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">and check out Cheryl's site at</span> <u><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><a href="http://www.cherylktardif.com/"><font color="#0000FF">http://www.cherylktardif.com</font></a></span></u></p>
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