A Keeper's Truth
NOW AVAILABLE! Hardcover launched March 1st, 2016, Trade Paperback and E Book launching April 1st, 2016.
In Burlington, Ontario, you can find author signed copies of A Keeper's Truth on shelves at A Different Drummer Books and Indigo. Get your limited addition copy now!
"WITH A GENEROUS WIT THAT READERS SHOULD SAVOR, WILLSON PRESENTS TESS AS A DAMAGED WOMAN DESPERATE TO HEAL... THE AUTHOR ALSO SPREADS HER LOVE AND KNOWLEDGE OF ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS ON NEARLY EVERY PAGE... YET AS WILLSON UNFURLS MORE OF HER WORLD, HER SERIES' IMMENSE POTENTIAL PROVES IRRESISTIBLE."
Every one of us has a soul.
Some are new, some old, and a few, the dangerous, are lost.
But only twelve know why we have a soul at all.
Only twelve remember mankind’s forbidden past.
Tess thinks she’s going crazy when only she sees the naked man in the crowded café, comatose woman in his arms. The nightmares, the visions: something’s not right. But Tess is entitled to moments of insanity. She’s the daughter of mental illness, suicide, and her husband was just killed in a car accident, leaving her an inept single mom at twenty-six. Then Tess meets Bryce, Carlisle’s illusive bachelor who spins tales from ancient mythology with knowledge beyond his years. His truths intrigue Tess, pull her from the depths, and might just be what she needs to survive.
Compulsively readable, A Keeper’s Truth is an emotionally charged tale of fate, belief, and the power of the human mind. A story that will have you questioning everything you know about the history of mankind, and wondering if somewhere, deep inside, you knew the truth all along.
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A SNEEK PEEK AT THE OPENING PAGE…
A Keeper's Truth
It takes thirty seconds to die this way.
Two seconds to register the sound of exploding rubber. One second to grip the wheel with enough force to fracture bones. Skidding sideways across four lanes with nothing but the blur of passing cars and a transport truck consumes six seconds. The screech of metal on metal seems to go on forever but in reality lasts only five seconds. Five more for the metal to fold, glass to shatter, plastic to snap into bits.
Soaring through the air can be measured in six harrowing heartbeats. People don’t fly.
For three seconds the physical pain is numbing, surreal. It takes the brain two seconds to make out the thick iridescent line only an inch away. But 124,000 pounds crushing bone and vital organs into asphalt is instantaneous.
Or is it?
Sure, everything that happens afterwards: the chaos, the heartbreak, is beyond the deceased. Only twelve know what really lies ahead, what happens to a soul, where it goes and why it returns. Twelve men know everything, have since the dawn of time, a place buried deep in our subconscious. Yet no one is listening.
As for the dead, they leave devastation in their wake: wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, soul’s with a stake in this half-minute in time, scarred for eternity. What happens when loss attacks like beasts? How do you survive without the one you love?
You just do.
All things considered, there are worse ways to lose a life. You could be beaten, raped of your soul, left cold and alone to die. Slowly.
Old soul’s know this. Tess Morgan should know this.
Only she doesn’t.