Storm Clouds Rolling In (82 page)
She felt awed, sensing that she had discovered one of the secrets of the mirror. If she could see herself reflected in the mirror and feel comfortable and confident about the condition of her heart, then the mirror would reach out and give her the strength necessary to follow the dictates of her heart.
Smiling softly, Carrie reached over to lower the wick on the lantern. Moving over to her bed, she slid gratefully under the covers. She sighed as the soft warmth of the bed welcomed and cradled her tired body. Just as she rolled over to bury her head in her pillows, a burst of song reached across the night and crept through her window. Carrie sat up to hear more clearly. She knew it was from the Quarters. On certain nights, when the breeze blew just right, the sounds of the Cromwell Plantation people singing, would rise to her window. Closing her eyes, she listened closely.
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low
Sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan
And what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home.
Carrie smiled and snuggled deep into her covers. No unbidden thoughts would bother her tonight.
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The Bregdan Principle
Every life that has been lived until today is a part of the woven braid of life.
It takes every person’s story to create history. Your life will help determine the course of history. You may think you don’t have much of an impact. You do. Every action you take will reflect in someone else’s life. Someone else’s decisions. Someone else’s future. Both good and bad.
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The Bregdan Chronicles
Storm Clouds Rolling In
1860 – 1861
On To Richmond
1861 – 1862
Spring Will Come
1862 – 1863
Dark Chaos
1863 – 1864
The Last Long Night
1864
– 1865
Carried Forward By Hope
May 1865 – December 1865
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Author Biography
Who am I? Just a normal person who happens to love to write. If I could do it all anonymously, I would. In fact, I did the first go round. I wrote under a pen name. On the off chance I would ever become famous - I didn't want to be! I don't like the limelight. I don't like living in a fishbowl. I especially don't like thinking I have to look good everywhere I go, just in case someone recognizes me! I finally decided none of that matters. If you don't like me in overalls and a baseball cap, too bad. If you don't like my haircut or think I should do something different than what I'm doing, too bad. I'll write books that you will hopefully like, and we'll both let that be enough! :) Fair?
But let's see what you might want to know. I spent many years as a Wanderer. My dream when I graduated from college was to experience the United States. I grew up in the South. There are many things I love about it but I wanted to live in other places. So I did. I moved 42 times, traveled extensively in 49 of the 50 states, and had more experiences than I will ever be able to recount. The only state I haven't been in is Alaska, simply because I refuse to visit such a vast, fabulous place until I have at least a month.
Along the way I had glorious adventures. I've canoed through the Everglade Swamps, snorkled in the Florida Keys and windsurfed in the Gulf of Mexico. I've white-water rafted down the New River and Bungee jumped in the Wisconsin Dells. I've visited every National Park (in the off-season when there is more freedom!) and many of the State Parks. I've hiked thousands of miles of mountain trails and biked through Arizona deserts. I've canoed and biked through Upstate New York and Vermont, and polished off as much lobster as possible on the Maine Coast.
