The Assonans

About the Book

A solitary figure in black stood on the stone parapet, watching the lines of blue-and-gold sky slowly descend toward gray water. Below the fortress walls, grass sloped down to the gentle waves rolling in and breaking on the shingle, as the late-day sun lost its battle with gravity and slipped out of sight behind the horizon. The sky began to darken almost imperceptibly as the figure turned and strode toward several slightly smaller figures lined up farther down the catwalk. A bell tolled then, eight peals, the last one escaping across the sea to his left as he approached the first figure and drew a small, shiny weapon from his pocket. He placed the weapon against the prisoner’s temple and pressed a pin below the barrel.

About the Author

This book is dedicated in memory of Jerome D. Kerns the author whom was from Edmonton, Alberta, by his wife Margaret E. Fulton. In retirement years living in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan in the summer & Mesa, Arizona in the winter Jerry worked on this book & part two.