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Author: Sally Wright
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Historic families have owned Georgia’s Cumberland Island ever since the Revolution, but by 1961 only the Hill family’s survived, and they’re at risk too. Charlotte, the family matriarch, has died suddenly and mysteriously, leaving her sister-in-law, Hannah, to protect the idyllic wilderness. Hannah’s bedridden with MS, however, and the younger generation hasn’t inherited their devotion to the land, which is threatened now by developers and government takeover as well. A death occurs from natural causes, but Ben Reese (archivist, ex-World War II scout, Hill family friend) knows appearances can be deceiving. There’s no dearth of suspects, who’ve circled the deceased, coveting Cumberland, caught fast in troubles of their own devising. Displaced descendants of Revolutionary War hero Nathanael Greene believe they have a right to Hannah’s inherited land, among them a self-seeking real estate agent who has profitable plans for Cumberland. National park bureaucrats, opposed by Hannah but pressed by a local politician, are threatening to take Cumberland by right of eminent domain. Other islanders hide questionable pasts involving arson and mercy killing. The investigation takes Ben to Savannah and Charleston and points north, as he works to unravel a tightly woven tangle of good and evil-obsession that’s complicated by the controversies pressuring the souls on Cumberland, forcing Ben to take sides.

Date insert: Tuesday, 31 January 2023

T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

~~~~~~~~~~

We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.