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Road to Adelphi

by Donna Harris

319 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0273; ISBN 1-55369-460-0; US$26.00, C$29.95, EUR21.50, £15.00

A story of triumph, greed, malicious intent, fraudulent oppression, and debatable wisdom.

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About the Book The Wolfe family had a penchant for tragedy. They tried to live about the fray, and the evil devices of those that surrounded them, but in so doing, they found their lives so bugged down in the very mush, they tried so hard to avoid. Those that were supposed to protect, and guide them, were the ones scheming and undermining their efforts. Thus they were forced to view the world, from an angle of distrust, dismay, and disgust. On the other hand, a message of hope and triumph is also conveyed, in this grueling tale of woe, madness, and corruption. It is however consoling to know, that good always triumphs over evil.

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About the Author

A registered nurse by profession. Resides in Irvington, New Jersey. Married with four children. Hails from the country of Guyana, on the continent of South America. Migrated to the U.S. in 1988. An avid reader, with a great love for the old English classics.

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Sample Excerpts

From Chapter One - Sam & Dottie

... He left that house blinded by tears and raindrops, mingled into one, but he never felt the raindrops, he was too numb as he rode to the old village inn. He reined in his horse, handing him over to the stable boy; he was drained to the core. He longed for a tall glass of whiskey, but no one stirred in the inn, so he went straight up to bed, where he spent the night tossing and turning, awaking at dawn, a sadder and wiser man. He understood for the first time what brevity of life meant. He shook his head as the spoken words, from Sam's funeral service echoed in his mind, he repeated them aloud "Oh how brief life's longest span." He wept like a baby for Sam, a man who loved life, was always happy, and got the greatest thrill, talking about his family. A family he had left behind to face all ills, a family that was so hated by his mother. Brian wished that there was something he could do, to protect Sam's family, but he was powerless....

From Chapter 6 - Mama Mabel

...At her mother's death her grandmother though sad, looked relieved, as if a great weight was lifted off her shoulders. Mabel came in from school that day, and was told that they were going to the next town, to attend a funeral. She was taken by surprise, since she was never included in any family activities. She looked at her grandmother hoping for more information, and when none was forth coming, she asked, "whose funeral Granny."

"Your mother's."

"My mother is dead, wasn't she here and well, a few days ago?"

"Your mother was never well, she looked well, but was never well, so no more questions, get out of your school uniform, and put on your Sunday dress, we are late as it is."

They got to the burial ground that afternoon, as the men were lowering the coffin into the hole. Her Granny said a prayer, before throwing a handful of dirt on the coffin, and they never left the ground, until the hole was completely filled. Before leaving her Grandmother said, "rest in peace," paid the men some money, and they were out of there. It was the smallest funeral Mabel had ever witnessed, for funerals in her village, brought every one out of their homes, even her grandmother, who hardly ever left the house. No one in the village was told of the death of her mother, and she was forbidden to mention it to anyone...

From Chapter 10 - Rachel

... When they got to the O'Riley's house, it was eleven o'clock that night. Malcolm was never so nervous, because he had no idea what was in Tom's mind. Tom was banging on the door, as if he wanted to break it down. The noise reverberated all around them, as the night was still and dark, and not a creature was astir. At last a window opened, and a frail old man with a lantern in his hand, pushed his head out and said, "do you have any idea, as to the lateness of the hour?"

"I don't know, and I don't care." said Tom.

"So how may I help you?"

"I am here to see Thomas O'Riley."

"Thomas is not well, and he is asleep."

"Oh Yeah." Said Tom as he turned the door handle and the door swung open; for people in those days had a habit of not locking their doors, be it day or night.

Malcolm followed Tom into the living room without saying a word, and if Tom noticed him, he never said a word, or acknowledged his presence. Tom took the old man by the collar, and said, "lead me now to Thomas O'Riley."

The old servant just pointed to the room with utter fear in his face, and when Tom released him, he fell into the chair behind him. They found him sitting in the very place, when they left....

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