About The Memory of Death Book 1 Part 1 by Brenda Carroll
Things only get worse for the Chevalier du Morte as he tries desperately tries to extricate himself from the nightmare in which he finds himself. Everyone wants to kill him and some actually succeed. If ever anyone pays up for several lifetimes of Karmic debt, Mark Ramsay is paying the price. As his memory returns in bits and pieces, he begins to understand what is happening to him but finding a way out without losing his head goes from difficult to near impossible. If one of his Brothers of the Order does not kill him and take his head home in a box, then surely his kidnappers will bury him alive. Even confessing and throwing himself on the mercy of the Order’s justice system could end up in execution. All the while, his emotions are in tatters, his loyalty is faltering, and his options are running out. He can become a deserter and spend the rest of his life on the run or he can return to the pious life of a Warrior Monk.
Hard decisions must be made. Deadly situations must be overcome. Honor must be upheld. And the Will of God will be done. One way or another and the possibilities seem endless.
My epic fantasy series follows the adventures and misadventures of Mark Andrew Ramsay who is a member of the Ruling Council of Twelve for the Red Cross of Gold poor Knights of Solomon’s Temple. The series has three other secondary protagonists who are friends of Sir Ramsay.
Even though he is over 800 years old, his long history with Knights of the Order is about to crumble. His mission to recover a deserter turns into a disaster when he loses his memory temporarily and profoundly. He is abducted by the people who were harboring the deserter. One of his kidnappers wants to pry the secrets of his mysteries from him and the whereabouts of his Grand Master. She is desperate for the elixir that will give Aimmortality as described by the deserter.
The outcome of the entire plot perpetrated against the Order is magical and dramatic when the Grand Master has to intervene, but a chain of events that will echo back in history and far into the future as the saga unfolds has already been set in motion.
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I grew up in Southeast Texas AKA Southwest Louisiana (pronounced Loozi-anna locally). Half of the people in my sphere of existence as a child were Cajuns accidentally rooted in Texas for a variety of reasons. Mainly they were there because at some point, they got drunk and woke up on the wrong side of the river. Never realizing they were in the Texas swamps as opposed to the Louisiana swamps, they just stayed.
My mother’s family were mostly Cajun and a lot of them lived across the Sabine River. They talked funny like my grandma and they drank very strong coffee sometimes laced with chicory. My life as a child was fairly normal and about half-rural/half-small town.
It was a happy childhood until I discovered that we were poor. Being poor has little impact on children until they start noticing things. Things like fashion, makeup, boys, toys, and the number of shoes your friends had in their closets. Fortunately, my mom and dad were determined to make better lives for their children than they had. They saved their money, paid cash for things, and eventually made their way up out of the lower-class mud they played in as children. By the time I graduated from High School, they had two new cars in the drive, a nice house with a nice yard, a colored TV, and a dishwasher. These were the signs of the times. We never got out of the lower middle class, but we did pretty well. No one ever made fun of us for our clothes or our house or our name. This made my life as a teenager pretty easy.
I got my own car at seventeen and that was the epitome of success. I was the first of all the grandchildren to have a car in High School and even better, I was the first to graduate from said school. I discovered what I loosely call my writing talent in the eleventh grade when we had to write term papers. I did so well with writing term papers, I made a little money writing term papers for other folks. In this same year, I entered and won an essay contest with a grand prize of $75. In the early 1970s, $75 paid for ten dresses, two pairs of shoes, new underwear, and several pairs of pantyhose. I was set for my senior year.
After graduating 13th in my class (I should have known 13th might not have been the most auspicious ranking), I joined the US Navy and sailed off to Georgia and Florida. I never got to see anything north of the Mason/Dixon line or west of San Antonio. Join the Navy and see the world did not apply to me. I went all over the southeastern United States but could tell very little difference between northwest Florida and southeast Texas or Brunswick, Georgia.
After my military service ended on a good note, I went to college, juggled a home life, and finally ended up with a Bachelor’s Degree in Secondary Education. It proved almost useless to me after one year of teaching what passed for middle school students.
So I quit that job and went to work with full-time criminals in the Texas Department of Corrections. One thing I always said about my career change was that opposed to teaching, working inside a prison, you were always aware of who the bad guys were.
During my twenty-year career in Corrections, I managed to write thirty-four novels and a handful of short stories. Failing to catch the attention of any publishing house even when I hired an agent, I was overjoyed to publish my books on the new Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing platform in 2008.
I did pretty well at first and it was thrilling to see my books on the webz and eventually in paperback form. I finally retired and was immediately caught up in family crises, one after another that kept me completely out of writing, publishing, and promotion for over six years. Currently,
I am trying to renew my presence on the web, revamp my series by adding historical data, better editing, new covers, and a renewed enthusiasm for the thing I love to do more than drinking coffee: writing books. I hope to finish updating and re-releasing my series within a couple of years while working on a new idea for a horror genre novel.