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Some people will always love, some people never lose hope, some people never die…

These excerpts from chapter three are from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK

More excerpts from chapter three

In June, 2000, we flew to Britain to spend time with Cat’s foster parents, Iain and Margaret for their fortieth wedding anniversary, they live in Camelon, Falkirk. We spent a few days with them and then drove around Scotland. We visited, Edinburgh castle, Stirling castle and the Wallace Monument. Dad liked the Wallace sword, something Cat found amusing.
“Aye, but it’s no’ his sword,” she stared at it.
“So you’re an expert on medieval swords now?” Dad raised an eyebrow.
“Fifteenth century more like it. There’s no fuller and the guards would have been straight not curved down the way, still you might be looking at thirteenth century metal somewhere there, swords were melted down and reforged several times over.”
Dad didn’t believe her until we went back to her parents who also scoffed at the thought it was the actual Wallace sword.
“But it serves a good purpose,” Iain chuckled, “it makes us money.”
There were many other memorable outings in that three weeks. Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park and many other places. She had an intimate knowledge of history and could conduct her own walking tour that put the paid tours to shame. One example that stands out is the area of Smithfield. She told us it was where people were executed and could describe it with uncanny accuracy. She could do the same even in New Orleans and other parts of America but like I said, she could be a bit of a walking encyclopedia and I loved her all the more for it.

Cat made you feel safe just through virtue of her presence. That had been graphically illustrated when we went to Russia and went shopping and sight seeing, she could steer us away from dangerous areas almost as if she’d been there before. Tourists usually have to study tour guides in order to get from point A to point B. Cat just knew which line to take and where we had to get off. She amazed me.
Dad got his wish a few months later when a Republican finally got into the White House. Cat thought the whole affair reeked of corruption and decadence. It was the closest election in years but dad was just happy a Republican got back in.

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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