Soon has Come!
Great Xmas Gift for People You Don't Really Like.
Available now at most retail outlets...and as promised we will have versions translated into Bulgarian, Swahili and whatever the hell they speak in Chicago.
The Littlest RaceHorse
A Novel
By A. Allan Juell
536 pages...
ISBN: 978-1-4575-2145-4
$24.95 paperback
Whew! Also available in e-format,
and in November on Kindle
And!
536 pages...
ISBN: 978-1-4575-2145-4
$24.95 paperback
Whew! Also available in e-format,
and in November on Kindle
And!
Once again we will be offering it as a T-book; for our many clients who like to multi-task!
About:
Late
October, 1962. The US and the Soviet
Union stand toe to toe, poised to unleash their nuclear arsenals over the
deployment of offensive missiles in Cuba – a mere 90 miles off the coast of
Florida. This is the Cold War, suddenly
too hot to touch. Apprehension flows
relentlessly down the irrational corridors of chaos and panic – personal
choices driven by the political realities of a world gone mad. A pair of kids, suddenly cast adrift by the
week’s escalating events, find themselves forced on a journey not of their own choosing – while the adults around
them ponder the longest week of their lives.
Forced to finally choose between the past and perhaps a very different
future…one that seemed to share an improbable link to a young Thoroughbred
horse halfway across the country. Lives
that were stolen on a Thursday – and returned the following week. Irreversibly
changed.
And
some 2000 miles away, one Bobby Lee Hancock and his common-law wife, Fennel McCartney.
A farmer, a horse breeder – a man grown hard by difficult times and unforgiving
choices. And on that farm, a young
Thoroughbred colt, seemingly doomed by the peculiarities of his own birth. Or so the old customs had always dictated.
“Fen, I’m a
farmer ya know. Shoulda hit that damn thing in the head with a hammer when it
was born. Hell, next thing you’ll havin’
me raisin’ rats and corn weevils! And
that damn Kennedy’s gonna get us killed anyway…or somethin' worse!”
But
the young President had already moved beyond the brink of a final apocalypse –
opening a second, perhaps more volatile door by questioning the very core of
American values. Civil rights, the
desires and ambitions of the country’s largest minority – women; and the wider
responsibilities inherent to leading the world’s greatest democracy through an
era restless for change. The 1950’s were
the calm between very different storms – one engulfing the world, the second
threatening the nation. But often, that change was personal and highly private
as well, especially for children caught in a sudden and seemingly unrelenting
tempest. And just as often, the
salvation, perhaps life’s balance itself comes with four legs and a tail. Just a horse? Maybe not.
Yes, I really did write that...
Movie to follow...by an up and coming French film director.
Wouldn't that be fun!
Wouldn't that be fun!