It's a chair that has been passed down from generation to generation. But ten-year-old Joey refuses to go near it - even though it seems terribly important to Joey's father and uncle. Because the chair is part of a family tradition. A tradition in which Joey must take his place-no matter how terrifying...
"A good story, terrible narration."
Before the world was born, there was the Dust of Eden - blood-red earth from which all else was created. The last deposit of the mysterious dust became a viciously guarded secret...until the site was disturbed. A bit of Eden found its way into the hands of Ariel Leppa - an embittered elderly woman unaware of its ferocious power...for a time.
"Ancient evil, very good!"
A satirical telling of the author's experiences as a Drivers Ed instructor. Being an instructor for a private Drivers Education company sounded like the launch of a career that would last a lifetime.... Not! Thomas's "carma", was a short, but colorful, stint in the instructor's seat. The author learned more than he wanted about driving cars better suited for the junk yard, nice kids with angry parents, suburban angst, and being a buckled-in therapist.
Life is full of strange and awkward events seemingly designed to annoy us. To Thomas Sullivan, these trials and tribulations are actually meant to entertain us.
Michael Carmichael was a normal man - until the careening downward plunge of his life culminated in a near-fatal skiing accident. He should have died in the icy waterfall where he crashed, but he became the exception to the rule no being was ever meant to break. Now Michael is not quite a man, nor is he alive or dead. His image in the mirror is inexplicably, but undeniably, different. The voices of others echo in his head. And as his inward metamorphosis brings the wrath of the natural world upon him, he must venture back to the waterfall to reclaim his soul from those who plan a crueler fate for him....
Kurt Hauptmann will learn to make stained glass to help men see the glory of God, one of the many bizarre heritages handed down from his ancestry. But the family has other, more frightening secrets. The path to God runs through darkness as well as light. And the bond of a family is blood, its own and that of its enemies.
What is the strangeness in Uncle Detlef, head of the stained-glass studio? Why has he descended from his cathedral roofs to steeplejack the perils of a secular world?
"An interesting work poorly narrated."