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Song Of Healing
D.H. Parker
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The Man from the Sea is in the legend, in the prophesy, in little Sarah Macneill's heart--until the traumatic reality of growing up buries her beloved fantasy.

Will the unexpected and unwanted resurrection of things past lead the adult Sarah to destruction or to her Song of Healing?

Halichoerus grypus.

They could be magic words. They could be the mysterious, powerful words of a fine incantation.

But they aren’t. Halichoerus grypus is no more than the scientific name for Atlantic grey seals. Our seals. Dull, ugly beasts, some say. Ill-tempered and smelly. No magic in them, never mind what superstitious folk believed in years past.

All right. Maybe there is no magic in the scientific name halichoerus grypus, but other names the seals have in plenty among our islands, and older names: Silkie, selkie, Sea-trow, Roane, the People of the Sea.

Those are better names with which to conjure. Those are names in which it is much easier to catch the glint and glimmer of deep magic.

Of course, the realists assure us there was no magic, that the legends were mere fiction. The humans cursed to live most of their lives as seals never existed, they say. They were no more than imagination, spoken into being by our ancestors as they sat before their smoldering peat fires during the never-ending nights of winter.

Maybe the realists, with their solid, earth-bound thinking, are right. We know that the ancient Celts and Norsemen, whose blood flows in our veins, existed in the Hebrides alongside forces and events far beyond their comprehension. We know that what they lacked in scientific knowledge, they made up with dreaming and mythic, mystic explanations. But we also know that the People of the Sea fascinated them from the beginning.

Observing the seal’s weeping, they saw the sorrowing soul of royalty cursed by black magic. Listening to his eerie song, they heard voices from another world. They gifted the Selkie with power denied to themselves. Power over storm. Power over sea. Power to grant a heart’s dearest wish.

The love of the Seal-folk, the fear of them, the very life of them entwined with the life of the old islanders. So bewitched was the human population that some among them even counted the seals flesh of their flesh and blood of their blood. Wonderful, magical histories they wove for us, histories that were believed in remote areas into the twentieth century.

Silkie, Selkie, Sea-trow, Roane, the People of the Sea.

In our shrunken world and our enlightened age most of us have put the old beliefs, as well as the old names, behind us. They are dusty, discarded relics of another era, a mere curiosity.

Science has provided meteorology to explain away the storms and marine biology to show us there is no enchanted human beneath the seal’s sleek fur and tearful eyes. They never existed, these People of the Sea, except in the hearts and on the tongues of our ancestors.

Halichoerus grypus we have with us still. The Selkie--with all their magic--are, of course, pure myth.

Or they are not.


I pounded on the door, still not able to quell the urge to keep glancing over my shoulder. There was no reason for it. The ghostly ribbon of crushed shell down which I had driven to reach Libby’s beach-front cottage was empty and innocent in the moonlight.

The docile surf of the Gulf of Mexico murmured and slapped peacefully against the fine white sand that contained it. In the warm, moist, wisteria-scented air, even the Spanish moss draping the oaks hung motionless. Nothing moved but the sea.

And my hammering heart.

That was where the real threat lay.

In this silken, southern spring night, my heart was full of winter storm and darkness and a People for which there is no modern name. Never mind that I was twenty years beyond my last North Atlantic winter; that I was a wide ocean and part of a continent away from any Hebridean island. I was possessed by an anguish of home-hunger as fierce as the yearning of the mythical selkie folk for the sea.

Mythical. What did that word mean, anyway?

Donna Parker was born in the rural Missouri Ozarks during an ice storm. Despite some circumstantial evidence to the contrary, she did not grow up in the 1800s. The most important things in her life are her Christianity and her family. She loves books, both reading and writing them; old things and their histories; and music, especially Celtic and bluegrass fiddle music. She and her husband of over three decades currently live in Alabama. They have two adult sons.

Donovan's Dream: “A truly fanciful tale, or is it? ...If you truly appreciate a flight of fancy then you must take the trip with Donna Parker as your guide. I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed a read as much as this. Truly enchanting. I look forward to reading many more of this author’s books. On the heart-caught-in-my-throat scale this book rates a 5 (♥♥♥♥♥)” -- Dee Carey, The Fox Lady, www.adeecarey.com , fantasy novelist

“Donna H. Parker, mystery writer extraordinaire, does it again with this very complex backwoods story, Donovan’s Dream. She magically fiddles her way right into your heart with this spellbinding tale of fairy fiddles from the Ozarks, and their tantalizing, mesmerizing folklore. She’ll have you believing in ghosts and enchanted fiddles. I highly recommend this book. It is a definite keeper.” Five cups, JoEllen Conger, Conger Books Review

Constancy's Waltz: Donna Parker introduces you to her main character, Constancy, an unassuming elementary school teacher, who quite accidentally falls into things she never expected, like mystery, intrigue, and romance. Donna weaves Christian principles throughout Constancy’s Waltz. Once I started reading, I could not put it down. If you want a clean, yet captivating and entertaining book of romance, Constancy’s Waltz is perfect reading! -- Teresa Hampton, author, Leading Ladies, Come to the Garden, http://www.publishingdesigns.com

Constancy's Waltz: “This is a relatively gentle mystery, and I am loving it. The main characters are dears, and there is enough suspense to make this one hard to put down.” --Radine Trees Nehring, author, http://www.RadinesBooks.com

Constancy's Waltz: “Mystery lovers and romance lovers alike will fall in love with CONSTANCY’S WALTZ. It’s a book for the keeper shelf.” --Laura V. Hilton, author, http://www.shoutlife.com/laurahilton

Song Of Healing: An intriguing journey into the legends of Scotland and the Selkies, the mystery of a prophecy, and the dangers from the ones who would seek The Keeper of The Key for their own personal gain.

With an enjoyable cast of characters, a tender love story, and a strong blending of the paranormal, Song of Healing brings to life the legends of old, with the strong accent of the Olde Country and beliefs of another time. A fascinating read for anyone who loves a bit of everything! —Angela Verdenius, Soul of the Forgotten

Fiction Books :: Suspense Books

ISBN: 1597059536
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597059534
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 278
Paper Weight (lb): 11.8

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