Poseidon’s Lair
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t was the instantaneous suddenness which terrified, shocked! They had to hang on to keep their balance. They pressed themselves against the short cabin area around the wheel. Josh was the only one afforded much protection. “It’ll be ok when we get through this spot, “Dad shouted. “I hope, “said Josh. “We’re lucky this is a cutter – it’s better balanced with the main mast almost center of the boat.
As suddenly as the sky went crazy, the motor stopped. Heck tried repeatedly to restart. No Dice! He examined the controls anticipating what he found- the compass turned widely. He tried to get a station on the radio-dead. The dead area was near Andros- he remembered.
Mandy screamed out, “It’s like Chet, Dad’s friend, experienced flying above this area once. He said he couldn’t do anything; finally he just let the plane take over. Miraculously it righted itself. He never knew how.”
There should be a horizon, but there was none, only sea and foam, above straight out, down, and beyond. It was like they were caught in a strange sphere and there was no way out. Mandy stifled a cry. It wasn’t dark and it wasn’t light.
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Poseidon’s Lair is a culmination of the authors fascination with the Bermuda Triangle, the Sea, Caves, and “the Story”. With the background help of Charles Berlitz, others who experienced Bermuda Triangle tragedies, the latest information on travel in the Bahamas, snorkeling, plus the familiar and imaginative of the author, Poseidon’s Lair was born. It is very fast pace, active, wholesome, enjoyable, laughter filled read with a little to ponder added. The dialogue is easy flow, up-front. Father, Son, and the Girl from the sea find themselves in a turmoil to build new lives. They are caught together on a Bahama Island. Mandy, the girl from the sea, is a storyteller. Her stories corne straight from the sea. She brings with her the lives buried there, from the WWII Planes, back to the Greek Slave Ship--those who were swallowed up by the cruel, unrelenting, diabolical Sea. It’s a charmer!
About the Author
Joan M. Steele, born 1932, residing in her home state of Washington received her BA degree in Education in 1959, holds MA equivalent credits in English-Literature (1984). She taught grade-school for sixteen years and has been employed as a Secondary Substitute Teacher for the last ten years. She has been writing Poetry and Short-Stories since childhood and is a dedicated bookworm. She published poetry in Palamar Anthologies (1970’s) and Sparrow Grass Poetry Forum volumes (1993-1999) In 1995 under the pen name, “Meredith”, she self-published: Calling (a novelette), Grama Tell Me a Story (folklore), and a Short-Story volume. This storyteller offers you vicarious pleasure walking in stolen shoes. You immediately become a part of a vital, vibrant, vivid-live, intense, real fascinating world. You’ll not want the story to end! You will be left with raw emotions, wondering what the author left unsaid. She’ll prick your intellect! She will try to pour in the profound.