The Sounds of Silence

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My last blog that I managed to get around too was all about how I felt about being ripped off…well this one is not much different…in fact it still centers around being ripped off, but in a more subtle way and the way I am talking about is as my heading says…The Sounds of Silence.

It is a funny thing, human nature but the minute someone is in the wrong, whether that party owes you a service, money, contractual obligation, feedback, report…whatever and you ask for it in a decent nice way without being pushy…they just clam up and all you get back from them is The Sounds of Silence, that is after they run out of excuses, forgetting that you also have obligations, payments to make, a living to strive for, a family to support.

It makes me feel like I am being screwed over.screwed-2

Now that is the thing about The Sounds of Silence…it shows that the party concerned is liable…instead of coming to the party, admitting that they are in the wrong and sorting out the problem, they hide behind a curtain of silence, hoping that you will just go away…Why?…Because they do not have the decency to respect you as a person, to respect their obligation or give a damn about what they owe you. In short they just do not give a damn about you as a person, colleague, friend or anything else that might come to mind…all that matters is them and what they are about.

The Sounds of Silence have an amazing effect on a relationship, whether it is in a marriage, business or friendship…it just makes things unpleasant and icy, and there is just no need for that as most problems that end in The Sounds of Silence could have been avoided if the one that has suddenly gone mute had paid the money due, done what they were meant to do instead of a steady stream of excuses.

Honesty is a virtue but when The Sounds of Silence are invoked…honesty is kicked out the backdoor and with it you find yourself losing something that is also a virtue, and that is trust. Trust your fellow man and woman but ask yourself, how can you do that…you have been taken for a ride so you end up painting everyone else with the same brush…a small voice in the back of your head screams out when you get involved with someone new…”Don’t trust…they will take you for a ride again.”…and that just sucks because that person could be the next best thing to happen to you, but thanks to The Sounds of Silence, that is just what you do do…you don’t trust.

Trust is something that is earned…trust is an important part of a relationship, no matter what type of relationship, trust must be there between the parties…without trust you are not going to develop as a human being, not going to forge friendship and not going to move forward…so I have this to say to the people out there that hide behind the curtain of The Sounds of Silence…stand up to your obligations…do what is right and admit you are in the wrong…you slipped up…no big deal.

Another virtue is Forgiveness, but you have to be big enough to ask for it before it is given. Admit that you are in the wrong and stop hiding your guilt behind The Sounds of Silence…you stand a very good chance of losing something’s that are precious…think about it…your own self esteem, self worth and respect for yourself. Guess what people…you can’t hide from that one. One more thing you also stand to lose is a trusting friendship or a trusting working relationship…at the end of the day, you lose.

God Bless you all.



A Rip-Off & A Promise

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As far as this blog is concerned, it is something that has been simmering on the back burner for awhile now and I felt that it was just not my place to go out there and have my say, but then two weeks ago I went out and paid good money for a so called…”BEST SELLER.”download-1 In fact I bought three books, each one from a big name author.

Now my first question is this. How the hell can it be called a Best Seller until it has topped the charts…come on guys…on the front cover in big bold words…BEST SELLER…then the authors name takes up most of the cover with the title of the book coming in at a dismal last.

So I ask you just what are the publishers selling…the authors name with scant regard for the title. I had to pick the book up to see the title, but I had no difficulty seeing who was being promoted. To cut a long story short I started the first bookimages-3 because this particular author has always been one of my best reads and I was keen to dig in and be carried away.

After struggling through the first three chapters, download-2without going anywhere I decided to read the reviews for this particular book…you know the ones from Sunday Times,images-6 Washington Post, etc, etc and I found myself wondering if these people even bothered to read the book before doing their review, but why should they, after all the author is a big name in the game. The same can be said for the publishers…did they read the manuscript or just see dollar signs in front of their eyes…I reckon they just saw the dollar signs. Hell once the book has been paid for that is it…you can’t return it to the book store and tell the lady behind the counter you want your money back…so you have been ripped off and you are stuck with a book that is worthless to you.

Another two books later, different high profile authors, one or two chapters. The same story…each book not worth the paper it was printed on but rave reviews from across the world…images-5so tell me am I missing something here? You work your butt off putting out really good stuff…writing that captivates and entertains your readers then once you have made it and you find yourself in that upper echelon of authors…readers and your fans no longer matter…all that matters is making more money and your skill and all your hard work at building a fan base goes out the window and all you do is submit junk to your publisher who in turn sells your name and not the book.

I think that I missed the bus here…an author writes for his or her readers but the three books I bought were not written with any regard for me as a reader…in fact they were an insult to my intelligence and put on the shelves of the book store with one objectivedownload-3…rip off the reader and make money.

Now as an author that is the general idea, to make a living but at the same time respect your reader and give them something that is decent, not the C&%P I paid for. The sad part about it all is that these three authors are not the only ones trading on their name to sell their books…I say good luck to them but as far as I am concerned, I will not be spending hard earned money on supporting them in the future…it is just too risky…I will stick to their earlier work while they were putting out good stuff and before their egos took over their bank account.

They have lost all respect for the person who put them in the top echelon…the reader and that sucks BIG TIME, it also seems as if they have lost respect for themselves if they are prepared to shovel out the trash that gets labeled as a images-1…sit back and watch the sales climb because people out there are buying the name…Sorry guys, you can’t return it…once bought it is sold.


Anyway, enough of the BIG GUNS taking advantage of the little people…onto another type of RIP OFF. The Rip Off I am now on about is when the author is a newbie…struggling to make a name for himself/herself and orders and sells printed copies of their work to friends and family. Firstly the author under values themselves, so certain people get the books at half their value which is not the crux of the matter. The crux of the matter is when a “friend” insists on getting signed copies of your book with the promise that all costs would be covered including postage as soon as possible, so because you are a nice person you slip in one book at no charge, pay the insurance and postage and sit back and wait for payment. Well this happened to me, and these books were collected from the post office in February 2016. We are now in September 2016 and this person has shown no inclination in meeting the deal…in fact this person will not even talk to me…so I reckon the next one I kill off in a book will be them…don’t piss off an author, we can kill you over and over again, and I promise you, it will not be a nice way to die. Welcome to my Dark Side.

In my case, I form part of the majority of unemployed whites in this country of ours, and by selling my books I am at least trying to make a living, but when someone withholds what is due to me, it hurts in the pocket…more so as they did not put out any money at all…I paid for everything and entered into this agreement in good faith…looks like I’ve been RIPPED OFF.

I live in hope…I hope he enjoyed the books…after all they are my dreams of a better future.

I am not a BIG GUN author, but I have hopes and aspirations for the future, the same as a lot of other authors out there with dreams to share and the most important people in our lives, after family is you…the reader, so I leave you with this.

Thank you for taking the time to write a review, thank you for enjoying my dreams, thank you for buying my books and I hope that you come back for more.

I promise…I will never let you down. I take pride in what I write and value you, the reader.

Thank you for reading this blog.

God Bless You.


Flying Free

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For the past five weeks my loving wife and I have had to deal with the steady decline of my 86 year old Mom. It all started when she developed a pain in her side that needed to be attended to, which involved an ambulance, casualties, drip, x-rays and pain tablets…then a trip back home.

That is when it started…the decline…not wanting to walk, drink, eat or be active…almost as if she had made up her mind that enough was enough…no matter how hard we tried to get her to eat and drink, it was a major effort all round.

On Wednesday 7/9/2016 Lucie checked up on her and she was all smiles, coherent and asked me for a magazine to do the crossword…we thought that we had turned a corner and Mom was finally going to rejoin the human race…how wrong we were…half an hour later my Mom had left…all that remained behind was a shell that breathed.

We rushed her to hospital…once again a drip, oxygen, take blood, stand by  bed, watch her chest rise and fall etc, etc but then on Friday my brother Mark and I were privileged to be with her when she breathed her last and we were able to say “Good Bye Mom.”

My Father passed away on the 10/9/2009…Mom joined him on the 9/9/2016.

What is the point of all this…well I suppose it is my way of saying goodbye to a person who had a major impact on my life, someone that Lucie and I loved and cherished and someone that we as a couple were very privileged to have in our home for the past seven (3)

I helped the hospital staff wash Mom’s body and dress her after she passed and the biggest relief I got that day was removing the brace on her right leg…it felt as if I was setting her free, and now I know that she can fly.

After the funeral the most amazing thing happened…we had a pair of Eagles souring in the clear blue skies above the chapelimages…they called out to each other as if being reunited, rushed together and then as a pair flew near usdownloadss-1 and then headed off into the distance.images-1

Mom, we were very blessed to have you with us in your final years…never will a day go by when you will not be in our thoughts. On behalf of your whole family…We love you Mom…fly high in the sky, God Bless you and we will see each other again one day…say Hi to Dad.

Mom supported my writing from the very beginning, and every novel that I have written, she devoured with relish, and I know that she was proud of what I have achieved…my next one will be dedicated to her…she never got to read it in its entirety…but one of the last lucid things she said to me was…”It just gets better and better.”

God Bless you all.


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Everything is not always as it seems and right now it seems as if the doctors that live in and around our home which for those of you that do not know is thirty five kilometers away from the nearest town are not what they seem.

Try and get a doctor to call you back on the phone…looks like I will have more luck winning the lotto…now try and get one to travel that huge distance of thirty five kilometers for a house call…more chance of winning Power-ball.

I could just write it off and say this is the new South Africa, but then I ask myself…why go into practice as a doctor if you are not prepared to respond to a call for help when the patient cannot be moved. I have been in contact with one such doctor who just so happens to have a “holiday home” in the area where we live, but has he even picked up the phone and returned my call…come on get real…it is just too much effort, plus it just might mess up his weekend plans.

So we try another approach…call a doctor just to ask for some advise…do I put out a call for an ambulance and rush my mother back to hospital…are her symptoms serious…after all he is the one with the knowledge…all I want is guidance but it is just too much effort once again to pick up the phone…or he is just so busy making money to worry about an elderly person who by the way has medical aid and can pay.

In a nut shell, they make me sick, which is a bad thing…just now I might need one of them.

Below is the modern version of the so called Hippocratic oath, by reading through it I came to the conclusion that it is meaningless to the bunch that practice medicine in this area…reckon I will have better luck with the local witch doctorh at least he does house calls.


I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:

I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.

I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.

I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon’s knife or the chemist’s drug.

I will not be ashamed to say “I know not,” nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient’s recovery.

I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.

I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person’s family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.

I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.

I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.

If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.

—Written in 1964 by Louis Lasagna, Academic Dean of the School of Medicine at Tufts University, and used in many medical schools today.


If I have dented any ego’s out there, tough…it will just be because you fall into the same basket as the rest of the bunch. My dream was always to study medicine, but now that I have seen how it is practiced, I’m damn glad I never went down that road.

Take care out there you never know when you just might need a “Doctor”

Granted there are the exception…there are always the good with the bad…it just seems that in our area we are stuck with the short end of the stick, and I just get the distinct impression that it is not my problem, find someone else.

Meet Self.

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Lets me get right to crux of the matter…THE BLOG…

What about the Blog you may ask, I mean there are most probably a bunch of you who have taken to THE BLOG like ducks to water…not that there is anything wrong with that, in fact I think that it is awesome and wish you the best of luck, but THE BLOG sits over my head like a rain cloud…after all I’m an Author…I love what I do which is putting my dreams into words and sharing them with all of you out there…but then along came the knowing voice of my publisher…and WHAM, for the first time in my life I was confronted by THE BLOG.

Now between you and me I would rather sit behind my lap top and let my imagination take me and you the reader out of our comfort zone and into a Thrilling Adventure with Piet van Zyl. That to me is what is important, writing my novels and getting them out to all of you who have taken that first step into the darkness, found that it is a page turner and are looking for more of the same, but I have a problem, it is called a conscience, (I call it SELF) and Self and I end up having this prolonged conversation where I would say to SELF…”SELF, the last thing I feel like right now is coming up with something entertaining for the BLOG”.

Now that just might sound crazy to you but it is the only time I get to have a decent conversation…when I talk to SELF. SELF knows me so well, after all SELF has been with me all my life…the point is when I argue with SELF, I can’t win…and THE BLOG gets thrown  up again and again.

To cut a long story short…SELF won so what you have just read is my latest attempt at THE BLOG.  Introducing my latest release by Vanilla Heart Publishing… CRY OF THE FISH EAGLECotFE CVR 1dF… Sit back, relax and enjoy. It is available in all e-book formats.




There you have it, Join Piet in his latest adventure…my promise to you is that it just gets better. We kicked off with Blood Moon over Africa and he is already completed his seventh adventure… ask yourself… LOL… ”Self, where have you been… sleeping?”

Take care and Stay Safe… Oh yes, never get into an argument with self…you will never win. Remember, you never know what is watching from the shadows…not even SELF knows that.                                   Sleep tight and pleasant dreams.


Readers & Support

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Reviews are so important to an author, and as you all know a good review…an honest review is like gold and the thing is they are so hard to come by…why? Not because the book in question is bad but because most readers out there in this big wide world of our do not have the time to go back and do a review or else do not realize just how important their feedback is to the author.12003371_700178953446259_1368152052017028245_n

Word of mouth is one of the most powerful tools that an author can hope for. It is all well and good shouting out from the top of a skyscraper about the books that you have written…but in reality that does not drum up sales, after all you are beating your own drum…far better if someone else beats it for you.11224052_1075405575804918_3075480545506251439_n

That brings me to my point for today…SUPPORT.

By way of this media I would like to say Thank you to all that are Friends on Facebook and all that are out there on Twitter. The support that I have received has been mind boggling…the number of shares my books get on Facebook…the number of RT’S and Likes on Twitter is really awesome…plus a huge Thank you to everyone out there that follows me on Twitter.

Now just a bit of news regarding my sixth Piet van Zyl Adventure Thriller…Cry of the Fish Eagle…CotFE CVR 1dFsoon to be released by Vanilla Heart Publishing. There is no need to get any feathers ruffled…the book is due for release soon…by the 24/8/2016 and just too wet your appetite…here is a small taste of what is to come.


 The wind whips up dust devils, throwing the burnt ashes up into the clear blue African sky as the convoy of trucks slowly move into the area behind the burnt out remains of what was once David and Adele’s home, to be greeted by the bark of baboon high up on the kopjes surrounding the area.

The work on the smallholding is slow under the burning sun, as the men labour their bodies gleaming with the perspiration running in rivulets down their bodies. The sound of singing fills the air as brick by brick; the remains of the house are removed, until all that is left is the foundations and concrete flooring.

The first pickaxe hits the foundations; the shock of the blow runs up the handle. Vibrating in the hands of the man that holds the instrument, the pickaxe is raised up high, and brought down again, bits of brick and concrete flying. Soon there is a line of men attacking the foundations, striking again and again the vibrations sending ripples of shockwaves down into the soil beneath the foundations.

The earth below shifts slowly moves and then settles, small stones fall into the cavern below, striking the rocky floor, and bounce like marbles, the sound echoing along the dark lightless passage.

Something stirs in the darkness, a rustle, the sound of dry leaves being rubbed together, a hiss like gas escaping and then silence falls once again joining the pitch blackness of the underground tomb.


The man wakes with his body covered in perspiration, looks about the gloomy interior of the hut catching his breath as if he had been running from something; something in his dream. The smell from the wood fire fills his nostrils as he breathes in deeply allowing his head to clear, remnants of his dream hanging in the air.

He feels fear, not for himself but for the others, the white hunter will die if he is not warned. The one that walked in the darkness is in grave danger for he has the strength that the other one will seek.

The wizard pulls his crippled body from the bed, drags himself over to the remains of the fire, starts to feed the flames and as they dance in the gloom of the hut he chants, his body swaying like a cobra waiting to strike.

A powder is added to the flames, blue and green colours mingle with orange and red, and a strong stench fills the hut as the wizard inhales the smoke. His eyes roll back in their sockets his body goes into a spasm as he sees what the ancestors reveal.

The man loses consciousness, drool running from his mouth as his body twitches in spasms. The words “Venit diabolus” hang in the stillness of the hut.

Outside in the clearing the hyenas howl their anguish and flee into the dense African bush.



There you have it…I hope that you are ready…it could be a touch scary, but then again you never know what is watching from the shadows….and this is Africa where death lurks in the dark…so, Take Care and Stay safe.images (31)

The Bird House

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To blog or not to blog, that is the question and I have only been doing this now for just on one year and still in the learning curve of what it is all about…heck my head is still in the clouds since signing with Vanilla Heart Publishing, but believe me, even though I am reaching for the stars, my feet are still on the ground.

For those of you who do not know where I live it is no secret… I live in South Africa; on the Eastern Cape coast with bush all around us…a couple of log homes scattered through the area and if and when we need supplies…it is a thirty kilometer trip into the nearest town, which brings me to the subject of this blog.

BIRDS…Not the kind we find on the beach on a summers day but the feathered kind that have prompted me to rename our home from The Dog House to The Bird House. It all started with my lovely wife putting out bread crumbs for all the small creatures that come out at night, and then she found that seed was attracting birds to our house and what started out as a once a day feed for them has developed into an almost full time occupation.

Bird feeders’ all over the bush that surrounds our home and it is amazing just how tame these wild birds get. Heck they even come calling and announce themselves when they arrive, and that is since cheese has been introduced to the buffet that is put out for them. The interior of our home has been inspected a couple of times by our feathered visitors…fly in…look around…fly out until the next time.

The main culprit is the Drongo…these guys are so intelligent. They come when we call…”Hey Tweet, where are you?” and within a minute we have three or four of these birds landing near us…Lucie talks to them and they tweet in response…and when they arrive we get a call…almost like…’Hey I’m here, where is the cheese?’ and once they have had their fill, they leave with a Thank you tweet…until next time.

The truth of the matter is that these birds keep my wife on the hop…they love peanut butter, cheese, bread crumbs as well as the wild bird seed we manage to buy in town…in fact life is so good, the minute the sun rises, we have birds gathering, waiting to see what is on the menu for the day, and as a reward, we have birds in the surrounding bush all day long. Their songs just never stop and it is awesome.

In fact I have it on good authority that the local weaver gang are relocating their nests…closer to the house…as long as they stay outside…Pooch will only tolerate so much.

Below are pictures of the invasion of the birds…Enjoy them as much as we do.

A Bird 1

The Weaver.

The Drongo a bird 2        a bird 3

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The Shrikea bird dfs

The Oriel A BIRD FD(4)

The Bulbula bird d (4)      a bird e

The Bishopa bird s         a bird r

The Wag-TailA BIRD GHY      a bird n (4)

The Southern Masked Weaver   A bIRD

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The Hoopoo A bird hopo

Hope you enjoyed the birds, we do and remember stay safe and take care, you never know what is watching from the shadows….Sleep Tight.

If Life Gives You Lemons

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You know the saying, “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”…Well that is just what happened on Tuesday to yours truly…I got a huge lemon thrown at me in the shape of my courageous 1995 Toyota Corolla deciding that it has had enough and packing up along the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere.

All I had for company on this lonely stretch of road was bush all around and a herd of cows who all gathered at the fence to watch the outburst display, but I guess they must have been disappointed as there was no outburst, just acceptance. I mean throwing my toys out of the cot would have achieved nothing…the car had died.

No noise, no bang…just enough is enough…the engine cut out and that was that. Me and cars, I will admit, I can change a tire…a fan belt at a push but that is as far as it goes…not my calling.

Luckily I live in an area where people are friendly, they help each other and of course no one goes anywhere without their mobile so it was call up a friend, and thirty minutes later I was being towed back towards the sanctuary of home.

On arrival the prophets of doom gathered,c (5) like vultures circling a lion’s kill. Each one offering their advice on what has decided to give up the ghost. Battery is flat; starter motor has packed up, and so on until a hero appeared on the horizonbff9e26a6ad89f04cfe21687f1a2de67 in the form of a neighbor who lives behind our home.

Before I could blink another one arrived and suddenly my poor car had her guts ripped from her, hoses hanging here and there, nuts and bolts over in a tin and suddenly the reason was obvious to the trained eye…my timing belt had broken…okay now we have problems…this is going to cost.

I covered my ears…don’t talk about cost to a man who earns a living from writing. images (93)Opening my eyes slowly I focused on Willem…a big grin on his face. Not to worry he says, I love taking engines apart and I will have this baby purring before too long.

Well today is Sunday, and he removed the whole engine on Wednesday…took it into civilization on Thursday…paid for the work at an engineer’s workshop, bought the spares needed including new spark plug cables as he noticed mine were rather old and came back home in the dead of the night.

Friday he helped himself to the shell of my Toyota, (I was playing…walk the dog) and started to put the engine back together again, with the help of his wife…the two of them assembled the motor on a table.

Saturday it was into the engine compartment…join the hoses, use the clamps…Where did this bolt go? Etc, etc and before long my faithful companion of many miles seemed to smile…now we needed to start her…cough cough  splutter and then fire…the engine is running better than ever before, but she will not idle on her own so it is back to the drawing board…

Sunday…rest day…no work on the car but we know what the problem is…the new look motor needs to be tuned, do oil change, new oil filter and with a little bit of luck and Willem’s passion for engines I should be back on the road soon.

The point of all of this is that you never know when you are going to need the help of someone along the walk of life so cherish those that you do have. They say kindness is always repaid by kindness so I guess that I have once again been blessed…and prayers are answered…sometimes not as quickly as we would like, but they are answered.

I asked Willem how much it is going to cost me? His answer , with a smile on his face was…”just pay for the parts and the work done at the engineers and give me a signed copy of your next book, CotFE CVR 1dFat least one day I can say I helped out a well known Author.”

That boggles my mind…if my car had gone into a workshop images (32)they would have made a killing, firstly charging me per hour…stretching out the work, charging me for the parts, and I would have been lucky if I was driving again by the end of the month…but thank you to a Good Samaritan, that is not going to happen…Oh by the way, I will keep you posted, but in the mean time you can go off and buy my books…who knows, I just might need those extra sales…lol.

Thank you and take care, you never know when your car is going to decide…enough is enough, and if that is not enough to worry about, You never know what is watching from the shadowsimages (33)…in my case it was cows…this time, after all I live in Africa.

One Year.

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I can’t believe it, one year has passed since I became a member of the wonderful family called Vanilla Heart Publishing, and believe me, it has been an awesome year under the amazing guidance of K’lee, and I have learnt so much over the past twelve month and not only that so much has happened.

The support that I have received has been overwhelming, the advice and the awesome encouragement has just pushed me onward to more writing. It is something that I never saw myself as…an author, but I guess you can call me that now, even if I view myself as The Accidental Author,images (70) and for that I have to give full praise to my loving wife who pushed me to sit down and write, so to Lucie, Thank you for your vision and faith in me, and at the same time, Thank you VHP for seeing the gift that I never knew that I had.

Firstly I had my first novel published in e-book format under the VHP banner, saw my first video promoting the book and saw what a cover revel is all about and there are no words to explain to you just how I felt…I can use “excited” as that is the closest to expressing my feeling. It was like a kid at Christmas, opening up a brightly colored gift, filled with anticipation of what was going to be inside the box.

Let’s talk about seeing the covers for the first time…all I can say in this regard is WOW! Every cover for each book has just taken the wind out of my sails…each and everyone is so darn good and it makes me very proud to be a part of this awesome family.

Twelve months have gone by so quickly…in fact they have flown and in the beginning I was told to hold on tight for the ride, and to remember to breathe deeply, and believe me I’ve been holding on, enjoying the ride, but still have to stop and breathe deeply every now and then, pinch myself to make sure that I am not dreaming, but I am living the dream. I’m doing something that I love, something that I have been blessed with, something that gives me great enjoyment and I hope something that give you, the reader great enjoyment as well.11923250_1601484650074128_1186049125472057654_n

Over the past twelve months I have been writing non-stop…the stories are just lining up to be told and to date there are seven novels out there, all in e-book format as well as five available in print, but not only that five of them have been translated into Afrikaans, one into Italian with more to come, so for a change it is not me who has to hold on for the ride, but you dear reader…get ready for a roller coaster ride, that I promise you.

I’m not going to list my novels here, but if you are interested in the books that have captured people’s imaginations, taken them to another world, books that turn the pages themselves and books filled with Adventure and Thrills, visit my Authors Page on Amazon at this link…

Thank you for your visit, Stay Safe and take care…You never know what is in the shadows…watching you.images kk(31)

Don’t Judge a Book

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Today I want to give a shout out to my wonderful publisher who not only publishes my work, but in fact designs the covers for each new novel, and I would just like to showcase all the covers that have been done to date.

Each one of them is awesome, and I am sure that you will agree. They say don’t judge a book by its cover…but in this case please feel welcome to do just that…each and every cover does justice to the novel…so Vanilla Heart Publishing…I salute you.

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Cover for Blood Moon over Africa.

BMOA Cover

Cover for Blood Spoor in the Dark

CVR BSinD front

Cover for Blood Demon-Revenge


Cover for The Devil in Eden

Devil 3

Cover for The Smoke that Thunder.


Cover for Mask of Deceit


Cover for Into the Darkness


Cover for Cry of the Fish Eagle…soon to be released.


You have to admit, it is quite a collection, and if you have read any and enjoyed it, please leave a review. If you have not yet found the courage to step into Darkest Africa…take your courage in your hands and jump in…you will be taken on a ride that you will enjoy.

Stay Safe, and Take Care…as always, you never know what is watching from the shadows.

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