Archive for July, 2012

The Dragoneers

Tuesday, July 31st, 2012

The Dragoneers, what an awesome book, blended with fact, fiction, imagination, and wonderful dragons. If I had to compare this book with any other….I would say “along the lines of Narnia”.

The ultimate battle of good and evil. The young woman Susah has strengths and powers she doesn’t realize as of yet, she has a hint in that she can hear the thoughts and feelings of others. Others are pulled into the lairs of Lilith, evil at its worse, but Susah has the discernment to sense evil. After seeing part of her family destroyed and as she tried to save her cousins, she meets her destiny by being saved by a special force. It’s when Susah’s destiny combines with the dragoneers, that she learns to fight the good fight in a world of dragons and epic forces of good and evil.

This book by Charles Sutherland leaves you wanting more….and more is yet to come…thanks Charles great book ….Virginia


Taking Flight

Tuesday, July 31st, 2012

Taking Flight is sweet southern romance written by a close friend of mine, Connie Cox. This was Connie’s first published novel and I bought it from her at a book signing at a writers conference in Shreveport, Louisiana. Now she writes full time for Halequin/Mills and Boon Medical Romance, but this story, the one with a strong female character was inspirational to me. The author shared her precious tactics, techniques and procedures with me as I began my fiction writing journey.

In TAKING FLIGHT, Lacey Seivers had escaped the typical trappings of a small town to become a successful lawyer in the big city. Years later, she comes back for a reunion and discovers single-parent Hank, a real man (pilot) who grew up from out of a boy Lacey once knew. Just as things look promising, Hank’s former lover, who is also the mother of his 10-year old son shows up. Sounds interesting, eh?


Amazon’s #1 Top-Rated Religious Fantasy

Friday, July 27th, 2012

screen-shot-2012-07-27-at-110742-am.pngFor seven months, “The Dragoneers: The Chronicles of Susah Book One” has remained Amazon’s #1 top-rated Religious Science Fiction and Fantasy book.  With over 12,000 copies in circulation and 128 customer reviews at Amazon, you can get your own copy or make a customer comment at

“The Dragoneers” – a great “Science Fantasy” novel

Wednesday, July 18th, 2012

Congratulations Mr C D Sutherland. What a great read. I’ve bought this book and couldn’t “put it down”. CD is an excellent story teller and has a good writing style. Additionally, his book is well edited and well published. The grammar is outstanding. He earns a five star grading due to the countless hours he spent caring for his book, combining his arts and science talents.

He takes you into a fantasy world we all need to go to from time to time, in order to escape from reality for a while. He grips you with his excellent plot leading to very surprising events. CD, being a former B52 pilot, knows what he’s talking about and draws heavily from his 32 years experience in the Air Force, from air force procedures and training to actual warfare.

What I also like from his book is that it’s something to read for the whole family, any age group. It seems that he classifies it as Religious Fantasy. I would rather classify it as “Science Fantasy”, although it has a spiritual side, thereby maybe broadening his market. Fact is, it’s a great read for anyone.

Well done CD, all in all a good work of fiction, whatever the classification.

~ Amazon Customer Review

Sing The Truth Of Feral Bananas (( Poetry Breathes ))

Sunday, July 15th, 2012

It is a treacherous path one takes, after deciding to review poetry. Oh, there’s always the easy way out, simply say, “I loved it,” or “It was beautiful,” or “I felt it in my soul.”

A seriously review of a particular poem or collection of poems requires a knowledge of what constitutes real poetry, enough heart to interpret the poetry (sometimes called `eyes to see’), and an understanding of the objective purpose for the review,

Poetry is a type of art, which may very well predate literacy, and over the thousands of years, more so in the past few hundred, we developed a list of elements, which can be used to examine the products of this art form. Those most commonly agreed upon elements are (1) prosody (rhythm, meter, and metrical patterns), (2) rhyme, (3) alliteration, (4) assonance, (5) form (lines and stanzas; visual presentation), and (6) diction. Each of these elements having many sub-parts and nuances, when combined into actual poetry produce something greater than their sum, analysts call it “synergy,” authors call it “a completed manuscript/work” often times poets, even those who are a poet and don’t know it, often don’t call it anything. Writing it was something they had to do, sharing it was optional, classifying it–most likely superfluous.

The `eyes to see’ or the heart to feel what is revealed in a poem is even further from being an exact science. When a poet pours out their feelings or sometimes a message, our physical eyes just see words, but somewhere deep inside us, obliviously standing next to our soul, is our heart, which connects our mind to our soul. Somehow a translation erupts from the spiritual realm and then our minds struggle to express it. When two hearts beat together, the synergy is beautiful, but alas sometimes non-shared events, which overlap in contrast, against the natural grain, produce a different vision, a vision which haunts instead of fulfills the expression intended by the poet.

And that’s where it is, right? The intention of the poet, determines the objective, but the reader interprets the poem, based on a synergy, which may in most cases be completely alien to the nature of the poet. In which case, the community of reviewers gather to rebuke the rogue reviewer who departs from the norm, or in the saddest of alternatives, the poet, who was only doing what their heart led them to do.

To understand poetry best, one must be a poet. As I can’t even find a word to rhyme with orange, I’m not one. I’m just an old bomber-pilot turned novelist, who uses an adapted form of military planning to plot his novels, filled with branches and sequels which together tell a complex story based on plot, characters, and tension. Emotion and feelings are portrayed in a novel, but in a poem, they provide the essential superstructure the words hang from.

So why even attempt to review? Well, a book of poetry has some overlapping characteristics of a novel. With novels and their cousin, nonfiction, the primary purposes of reviews is to generate sales. The more noted the reviewer, the people read the review, maybe so as to impress their friends with a regurgitation of the review’s highlights over cocktails, or whatever people do now-a-days, but for some reason people rush to buy books mentioned in those experts. I’m not sure if they happens for poetry collections. Maybe poetry is too personal, or maybe people are concerned some poetry will pull the scab off a long ago wound, once again opening a hurt they’d thought they were over. Notice I didn’t say “afraid,” as that’s probably the real concern, right, afraid of being afraid.

The book’s namesake is also the book’s anchor, Sing The Truth Of Feral Bananas. More than a score of poems, each with a world of its own, are corralled there for the reader. Each may touch you differently than they did me, as the burdens I carry may seem harsh to some, as they are different from yours, but I’ve discovered we are all fighting tough battles. If I would to share my interpretations here, let’s say of the soul-rattling prose called “Mother” many of you might disagree, I dare say even Ms Faslund might “correct” me with “Oh, no, that’s not what I was saying at all.” But to the reader, it doesn’t mater what the poet was saying, what matters is what their heart translated to their mind.

So there, now you have it, it becomes about me. Me, the reader, feeling the poem. Just like with you, when you read them, as read them you should.

Thank you Elysabeth Faslund for sharing these deep secrets of your heart with us, the readers. I loved it, it was beautiful, and I felt it in my soul.