http://rosiedub.com Thu, 14 Jan 2010 21:53:16 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Flight is a metaphysical thriller in which the classic narrative patterns of the adventure story and the spiritual journey are intermingled. The protagonist, Fern, is a young woman so damaged by her past that she has withdrawn from reality behind closed doors. But reality has not abandoned her and soon ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=36 I came early, slithering into the outside world and into safety, or so I hoped. But this was to be the first of many hopes, all dashed against the brutally sharp edges of reality. As in all great myths, my birth was accompanied by a prophecy. I, it seemed, would be ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=35 '. . . A bit of a Heart of Darkness – Apocalypse Now tale. It is part thriller, part hippie road story and part rite-of-passage trip in search of identity. Above all it is a compelling, stylish and well-paced read. Frightening at times and searching in its awareness of landscape ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=34 What formed the basis of the novel Gathering storm? Was it a theme or a particular chapter or scene of the book you had in mind? And how did the novel develop from the first ideas to the final version that’s here on my desk? I don't plan before I write, ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=31 Since ancient times we have told each other stories. We sit around camp fires watching the flickering flames and exchanging tales, or curl up in bed with our books, or sit in the cinema, or in front of the television.We read newspapers, listen to the radio and browse the internet. ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=30 An unforgettable journey will unlock a lifetime of lies. . . English artist Storm Cizekova grew up believing that her mother died when she was born. But then Storm finds a photo of herself in the heart of the Australian desert - and in her mother's arms. Haunted by unanswered questions, Storm ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=27 Excerpt . . . Words have power. They change people. They cause revolutions, both social and personal. They flatter, they please, they move. And they hurt. I have never believed in the old proverb 'sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.' Like many ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=25 In a small, dim hospital room sits a man, his large frame awkward in the vinyl chair provided for visitors. In the bed is a woman. He watches her. His mother. Looks intently, searching for something that will make him believe this is really her. She is changed almost beyond ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=23 I’m watching the lights. . . red, yellow, green, yellow, red, green, yellow, red . . . tapping my feet, feeling the frustration rising up inside me, foul tasting like vomit. .  Thirty minutes. Thirty five minutes. . . redyellowgreenyellowredgreen. . . Forty minutes .. Tapping my feet. . . ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=22 The silent dark is broken by the padding of feet, drawing me slowly out of the depths of dreaming. The bedroom door opens a fraction, letting in a thin rectangle of light, then closes, drawing out the light once again. Something else has slipped in with the light. I strain ... http://rosiedub.com/?p=21