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Completed Works In Manuscript 

A theme has left its trail through all of my writing: corruption. It has been corruption by money, corruption of love, ethics, or religion. Large or small, the corrupt invariably destroy, no matter how good or evil their intentions. Beyond TRIANGLES OF FIRE there are completed manuscripts that deal with the subject of public servants who become ruthless and destructive.


I had a distinguished agent in a well-known agency. He was a generalist who knew who wanted every category of book. Unfortunately, he died in his 50s, just as I was beginning the long years of research on the Alexandrian Library true fate. The agent who took over his files was interested in women's and genre writers. Since I had nothing to sell at that time I decided to leave the agency. I've now completed the decade plus work and during that time I wrote another thriller, Dark Money, and completed Waiting For Wille. So I suddenly find myself with three completed ms and I'm looking for an agent who would represent a generalist or one whose eyes sparkle at at least one of the possibilities. 


Anyone with a helpful idea about a potential agent for one or all of the ms will be very appreciated.


That isn't an easy order for a generalist's work today, era of the generic genre, series authors. If all goes well, one of the manuscripts below will be as successful as TRIANGLES OF FIRE was and, hopefully as TRIANGLES will be again with the new edition. Obviously, when first printed there was no ebook. 





a Thriller



Beau crouched low against the wind and schussed across the snowfield, headed for death. The crystals sang their song beneath his skis. Both his mind and body were far, far away from his paradise perched above the Kenya coast. Beyond the dazzling white a dark wall of pines stood tall and firm.


As he entered the sunscreen of the forest he slowed down. He wasn't seeking death-by-collision, no matter how majestic the trunk.


And so begins the story of a young woman's death. She had been an investigator in French intelligence and was trained by Beau who had been the Paris Director of Security for the State Department. It's also the tale of his granddaughter, Shy, just out of law school, who has begun to work in a job he'd helped her find in his old security unit.


Procurement is a field where very large sums pass through one's hands and temptation is only a glance away. In Baghdad, three men in that field for different governments pick up a little here and a lot there until they are faced with a difficult decision: how to cover the mounting proceeds. They find a brilliant way and are soon well beyond their depth and confronting the unspeakable.


Money laundering has become a household word. It involves drugs and Presidents and dictators, big banks and billions stowed away.. Yes. Yet rarely mentioned are the little guys who get fifty grand here or a few hundred thousand there. They are pariahs to banks and one can only buy so many apartments and still keep the jobs that feed them their under the table riches. No novel has dealt with what goes on behind the media mask of the rich small fry, undercover millionaires.


Those are the inhabitants of a tale about the everyday people who make no headlines, but together account for many billions of dollars that cannot be publicly spent, the little guys.


The story winds through Baghdad as it really is and that the media never talks about, Paris as two young women grow up in it, one French, the other Shy, Megeve, and Kenya where Beau lives. It takes the time to explore the lives, the places and the crimes. It is not just bang-bang and blood. It follows the twists and turns right down to an unpredictable shock at the end.












A long time ago I read Luciano Canfora's book THE VANISHED LIBRARY. For years it would pop up in my head. How could the Alexandrian Library simply disappear? It was everything we know as a library plus history's greatest center of learning and research. Its disappearance permanently took a large part of the world's knowledge with it! Aristotle founded it. It was considered the Eighth Wonder of the world in antiquity. Eventually I decided to tackle a subject that has had various, but vague answers for centuries. It was a deep challenge for my background in investigation and to use both my freedom to travel and my several languages. It was so unlikely that I would find the answer that I took it on spec. But I found it.


While I was doing years of research, traveling, and writing to solve the mystery of the when, how, why of what happened in the mysterious mists of history that made the famous Alexandrian Library vanish, that I wrote THE DARK MONEY MURDERS.


The most common tale among the many quickly turned out to be the least likely: that Caesar burned it. Cleopatra didn't do it. A Greek specialist in ancient seismolological events refuted the 4th Century earthquake possibility. I quickly found myself sinking into a mystery that recalled The Name Of The Rose! If the Caesar story was a myth, what did happen? Was it intentionally hidden and if so, by whom and why?


When some money and chunks of time coincided, I went to Egypt, then to Turkey. I flew to Italy to interview Professor Canfora, the specialist in antique libraries and the sole historian expert in the field of the great Alexandrian Library. Even he could only point me in directions. I lived in the National Library in Paris, among others, that contained rare books Napolean's historians brought back from Egypt two centuries ago as well as the ones of Oxford, Cambridge and the British National. I talked to historians including those who fervently believed the Caesar falsehood. I filled a section of my library with antique books in Arabic, Syriac, English and French. The adventure went on for years. I had the feeling of living in The Name Of The Rose!


Finally, by elimination, only one possibility held its ground and I wrote the manuscript. When he read the ms Professor Canfora was so impressed that he wrote an addenda.


Still, it will be controversial for Caesar was a coverup. The truth was intentionally hidden many centuries ago, buried beneath that tale of Caesar no less. It is a story of crime and corruption, loves and hates, fanatics and religions, war and its cruelty, and the collapse of an entire empire while the lava of another one builds.






THE COMMITMENT is a story of America's political life, past, present, and future via the tale of The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse. It is an examination of a dramatic, late-life conflict around when to stand up for one's principles; when to hunker down for one's life. It's filled with twists and turns in a setting of poetic, Waldenesque nature.


It's backdrop is a large, riverbound island, Gruge, that lies isolated in a primeval forest. When there was a revolution against the king, his original attackers who had hoped to establish a democratic rule were defeated and fled to this lost place. Eventually the king was deposed, but the now-national-heroes had so fallen in love with the virgin land, its peace and beauty, that some returned and have lived there for generations as a community of farmers whose prime products are pigs.


The old Mayor is beloved by all, as is the priest, who has a secret. The inexplicable arrival of a doctor who buys the finest house is welcomed by some, but he cannot overcome the "outsider" label from others. One of the pig raisers is very active in town council matters, the few that there are, as is the owner of the island's sole café, but the proprietor of the general store remains aloof. His business is business. He's a grump, yet his son, Willie, is a sparkling bright boy, outgoing and eager.


Every six months a big, battered truck comes to pick up pigs and deliver the necessities they don't grow.


Life lopes along until, one day, the radio tells them their country has been invaded. There is an immediate clash between those who would stand up for their principals and rush off to join the battle and those who would hunker down in their safe little piece of lost wilderness.


The Mayor proposes that those fit for battle should go. The priest argues for staying out of the fray that they can't really influence. Is his position out of fear or faith?


A few rush off; one leaving his new fiancé who has had her first taste of love. War, in its way, comes to Pig Island. New bonds are made and new enmities. Secrets spill out and destroy loves, lives, and friendships. Time itself evaporates while bitter arguments put life on hold. The old Mayor, supported by his counterpart, his wife, dashes in every direction tirelessly trying to convince the holdouts. The very reason for his existence  is renewed. He plunges into the battle of the righteous; the only one available for him.


The fiancé and a wife of two of the departed become a couple as they suspect their men will never return.


Then for those who stay and argue until the gall runs in the streets, one by one, the other three  horsemen arrive. The truck fails to come. The porcine plague is dropped into a water trough by a tired bird migrating south as the winter comes.


A bond has formed between the Mayor and the storekeeper's son, 16 year-old Willie, who has listened to it all in disbelief. The boy crosses the river to see what the reality is. For the Mayor, Willie is the new generation. The islanders realize he has gone, but can't grasp why he would have left. Will he come back with news from outside of their bubble?


And then there's a totally unpredictable, dramatic ending.




And finally there's a work I've just started about a romance that began in the rubble of 911, a personal experience.