EXCERPTS FROM "THE MEADOW" -- a great love story stretching over thousands of years (Excerpt # 2)

"The Meadow" is ready to be shared with the world.

However, before that can happen, there are certain factors which need addressing.

The main issue here is to get the story out there and attract people by showing snippets and characters in the book.

Here goes my lists of articles from the Home Page for you to follow regarding a great love story that spans over thousands of years.

I hope you can get something from all of them.

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Publication of a great story is only the beginning. Now it has to find its rightful place amongst the bookshelves with all the other fantastic works of fiction. This can only happen when it is brought into people's awareness.

"The Meadow" has taken two and a half years to write and the authors do not intend for it to take that long to gain momentum as it reaches public scrutiny.

We rely on the power of the Internet and the tools which are available to us. There are many potential readers out there and using the right approach by using this facility will go a long way to helping us achieve our goals.

To the right is a beautiful photo of a real meadow somewhere.

Once you begin to read "The Meadow" your mind will possibly take you to another world and let you experience a meadow from another dimension -- a celestial watering hole where souls go to rest between physical lives.

Observe the painting painting below and see what conjures in the minds of the two authors who wrote "The Meadow".

This is how the story begins, with a legend, where two tail feathers are cast from an eagle and an owl in an aerial display.

To the right is a close up depicting them in the painting of "The Meadow" and below are the real feathers, framed to celebrate the completion of "The Meadow".

This excerpt introduces Mautotl - her brother - who becomes the nemesis who tracks them through the ages and right into modern times.

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". . . . On the surface both leaders were pleased about the easy relationship that existed between their young children. After all, it served its purpose for the tiacapan, first born of each ruler, to be united in marriage, plans of which lay firmly in their future. And in the absence of other siblings, Teuch, son of Atonal and Rahltaeah, found it easy, even natural to bond with the golden-limbed girl with the waist length black hair.

Neither Teuch nor Anacaona had any idea that just prior to incarnating, somewhere, somehow in the cosmic heavens two energies had converged ecstatically, if only briefly. Earthbound for the prehistoric Mexicas, they were destined to start a journey together of which enactment on the worldly stage would result in deep reward as well as personal devastation. They had no idea either, that their story would not reach its final conclusion for many thousands of years.

When Anacaona was five years old her mother, Hautlaeh, finally gave birth to the long awaited son that Zolton would have preferred to be his firstborn. Mautotl's entry into this world prophetically foretold the way he would live his life. In his zeal to be born, he forced his way so violently that his mother's desperate screams reduced the experienced midwife to a nervous bundle of hysterical incompetence. She had clasped a hand in horror over her mouth, powerless to console or assist the distressed woman, whose writhing body was imprisoned by never-ending waves of excruciating contractions.

After what seemed a very long time, Hautlaeh ceased all movement and seemed to stop breathing. The midwife leaned forward and urgently whispered her name although she had already recognised the eerie quiet as an ominous signal. Hautlaeh did not answer, as the midwife knew she wouldn't. Standing back from the bed, she waited helplessly for the uncontrollable shaking to start; a fatal sign of the body's loss of rhythm and power to control the birthing of the infant. Soon, she knew, Hautlaeh would begin to haemorrhage.

Minutes later, covered in Hautlaeh's blood, the big, burly midwife looked away when her patient's body finally went limp. But it was his first cry that stopped her in her tracks and she glanced back in utter shock. Somehow the child had survived the birthing ordeal and she stared transfixed at the screaming, scrawny baby boy that had been deposited between Hautlaeh's legs. His mouth was wide open and he loudly yelled his demand for immediate attention, and while his mother steadily inched her way into permanent darkness, he kept up his frantic squeals to be noticed.

On this day a keen observer would have known that Mautotl had established his life's pattern very early on. Years later when told of his mother's death, the possibility of Hautlaeh's surviving instead of him struck him as completely absurd. It never crossed his mind that perhaps both could have lived. Mautotl was born selfish and from the very beginning his consciousness was devoid of empathy and the ability to share. Death was always an easy choice for him; the preferred punishment he meted out for his opponents or adversaries . . . ."

Mike and Elfreda met through the most bizarre of circumstances. Both were total strangers to each other and they lived thousands of miles apart with an ocean between them.

One day Mike offered some help to a friend who was managing a very large web site. In order to help cut the massive word count and thus reduce the number of pages, he offered his friend a way to 'write tight', cutting six pages down to three.

Unfortunately Mike's friend thought this was too clinical and in an effort to prove his point he handed Mike an email from a 'critic' who he claimed had endorsed his work.

After only a fleeting glimpse of this email, Mike realized that there was something more than met the eye. He wrote to the person who had sent the email which happened to be Elfreda.

From thereon, reality became more bizarre than fiction and between them they grew as friends and eventually decided to write "The Meadow" without ever meeting. Yes, this story was written by two people who had never come face to face until after the novel was completed.

Read more of the other pages which supports the promotion of "The Meadow".

The Spotted Cow is a quaint country pub. It has all the refinery that you expect from a village 'watering hole'.

The exterior consists of white rendered walls with beautiful hanging baskets holding a wide variety of flowers and blooms. In front of the main door is a menu board displaying the culinary delights of the day.

Once you walk inside, you will find an ambiance that immediately makes you feel at home. No wonder this is one of two fine public houses in the village of Elwick which attracts people from all over the North East part of England.

It is not surprising that Mike chose this pub as part of the backdrop to the story of "The Meadow". Read more about this in other pages which support the promotion of "The Meadow".



The other pub worthy of mention is the McOrville, equally inviting as the Spotted Cow. This pub was named after the race horse, Orville, which was trained at Elwick during the hey day of horse training.

During Mike's recent visit to Elwick Village, he was amazed to find many similarities which ran parallel to "The Meadow", one of them being a race horse that now lives in Elwick and has many similarities to the fictional horse in the story. Is fact really greater than fiction?

Read more about "The Meadow" in other promotional pages which accompanies this one.

WATCH OUT FOR THEM IN FUTURE ARTICLES FEATURING "THE MEADOW" AND LEARN ABOUT THE MYSTERY THAT SURROUNDS THESE FEATHERS.



THE LORD OF THE DAY



THE LORD OF THE NIGHT



THE KING OF THE OPEN PLAINS

In 1986 I was under a great deal of stress.

My mother was dying of cancer and I was undergoing horrendous business relationships with my equal partner.

My mother died, coinciding with my decision to go it alone and break the partnership and form a new business.

I commemorated this by designing this emblem/logo in memory of my late mother and in recognition of a new start in business.

It has remained with me ever since and has accompanied many articles that I have written, as well as being the company logo that accompanied all business administration.

"Sparrow in my hand" is the personal Avatar of my writing partner, Elfreda.

Drawn by her son, it commemorates a turning point in her life when that same son, at the age of seven, overcame life threatening injuries sustained in an accident.

This is his vision of his mother as a little girl, wondering how to save a baby sparrow that fell from its nest - the same way she wondered how to help him survive all those years ago.

"Sparrow in my hand" is the book of his healing they intend to write in the near future.

If you are interested in learning more about "The Meadow", then you can contact me as follows:--


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