Krallis (ePub)

The book started when I had a 12 hour operation to completely remove my cancerous pancreas, and gall-bladder, in September 2014. That was almost the end for me, but I somehow pulled through, with the help of wonderful medical attention, and a strong will to survive. During my early recovery, I had many dreams, and hallucinations, one of which became the basis for my first novel Gadjo. The dream was that I had been raised by Romany gypsies, and as I looked back on my upbringing with them, their kindness touched my heart, and when I actually woke from the dream, I had tears on my cheeks. When I mentioned the dream to a friend, she suggested I write a story about it. When I began to write, the story soon became my life story, going right back to when I was given away as an 18 month old child, by my mother, and after a six year period, with my aunt, my birth mother, who by this time I had forgotten, came and took me away from the woman I thought was my mother. Double whammie or what!! Of course, the story was fictional, but pieces of my real, shine through like a beacon in the night. I then went on to write Revenche, where he and his young kinsman, have to slaughter many people, to break up a triumvirate drug ring in Australia. Returning from the holocaust, they get on with their lives, and devise a new way of producing apple cider, which forms the basis for Krallis. The gypsy community bestow the title of Krallis, who is a gypsy prince, upon our hero Andreas Bosworth. The business is a successful venture, and he purchases and transforms a hotel/public house into a thriving business, being more than a little persuaded to re-title the old Priory Hotel to the Krallis. Things seem to be going swimmingly, but as with our hero's life thus far, there are many twists and turns, leading to tragic heart-break. Many events in the three stories I've written, which I have completed 5 chapters, will form the basis of my next tale. I have no title for it yet, and temporarily run out of ideas, but I think it's going to be a barnstormer.