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Dr Robert Ellis

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  Kisuhs Kamkamoss and the White Warrior

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Triggered by a tragic discovery, a young Indian embarks on a quest to find the truth. It is the beginning of a voyage of discovery during which Kisuhs Kamkamoss must face many challenges and confront the dangers and realities of a rapidly changing world. His journey is dogged by uncertainty and fear and sets him on a collision course with an alien culture - his challenge is to make sense of what is happening before it is too late.

 

 

This fictional work taps into Native American myths and legends and is set around the time of ‘first contact’ with the outside world. The story is set in what is now the northeast of the United States and southeast Canada, and the story includes reference to a number of tribes who live there to this day; namely, Mi'kmaq (Lnu or Mi'kmaw), Maliseet (Wolastoqiyik), Passamaquoddy (Pestomuhkati), Abenaki (Alndbak), and Penobscot (Panawahpskek) -the 5 tribes of the Wabanaki Confederacy.

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Uhsimisol and the Thunderbird

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The Ghost Witch - In the centre of her chalk-white, semi-human face was an upturned nose, flat and flared. Her lips were thin, so thin that they could hardly be described as lips at all. It was as if her mouth had been cruelly cut from taut and bloodless flesh. Her hair was long, dirty and unkempt. It was as black as coal and she wore two tightly braided buns, decorated with eagle feathers and tiny white shells. It was only when Uhsimisol looked more closely that he saw that the white shells were in fact human teeth.

Hi, over the last couple of years I've been working on a follow up novel to Kisuhs Kamkamoss and the White Warrior, a book with a working title of, Uhsimisol and the Thunderbird. The work is a prequel and follows two brothers who go in search of the mythical Thunderbird.  I'm not far off completing the version I'm looking to submit and I'll be posting excerpts (and maybe audio clips) as I go along as a means of testing the water. So, keep a lookout!!

 

Thanks for checking in!

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Hi, I've been experimenting with converting some of my written work into audio recordings. These are two short stories. The first is called Moon Owl and Black Crow and tells of a young Penobscot girl who tries to find a way of keeping the birds from eating her father's crops. The second is called An Island in an Ocean and tells of the creation of the Earth. I hope you enjoy...

An Island in an Ocean Rob Ellis
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So, just completed the first draft of my new novel, the Falling Man, and I'm just fine-tuning things so as to get it off to my publisher.

The Falling Man is a crime thriller set around the events of 9/11 and I've been working on the draft script for about 6 years.

 

So, what made me decide to write the book? Well, there are a couple of reasons. In the first instance, I was living in the US at the time of 9/11, and was in New York a week or so after the attack on a pre-planned research visit. Put simply, the memories of that time are etched in my memory.
 

Visiting Ground Zero shortly after with a colleague (who had witnessed first-hand the events unfolding from her office on the 53rd floor of the Rockefeller Center) brought home to me the horror of the attack.

As we sat there, watching the world go by, we saw an endless stream of vehicles ferrying debris from the site. It was then that a large flatbed truck passed by. On it lay a huge 'H' steel girder, pristine in every way until, when the rear of the truck passed by, we saw that the tip of the girder was twisted and molten as if it had been made of wax. The memory has stuck with me.
 

On 9/11, the day itself, I watched the live coverage of the event from my office in Iowa. Blanket coverage documenting every terrible moment, as it happened. As many people remarked at the time, it was like watching a horror or a sci-fi movie - but this was real, making what was happening all the more horrific.
 

These moments, I believe, were the genesis for my writing this book. I wanted to document my memories of that day in a way that meant something to me. At the time, I remember thinking that maybe, by writing about the attack in a creative way, it might prove cathartic. Today, upon completion of the first draft of the novel, I can confirm that it was.

 

My colleague and I were sat in a coffee bar across the street from a boarded-up and heavily patrolled Ground Zero. Ribbons, flowers, and many, many pictures of those missing were being placed all over the tall perimeter wall. Even a week or so on from the attack, columns of smoke were still rising out of the vast piles of rubble, and you couldn't help but smell, and worse still, taste the large amounts of grit hanging in the air.

Of the memories I have of the attack itself, there is one that stands out above all others, and one that haunts me still. During the blanket media coverage, I was, as were many others, introduced to the term 'jumpers.' It's an innocuous enough word until used in the horrific context in which it was being used at the time. One 'jumper' in particular, had special resonance for me. The Falling Man, as he became known, was the name given to an unidentified person jumping from the North Tower in a photograph taken by the Associated Press photographer, Richard Drew. A person who to this day remains identified. I could not, and cannot, come to terms with that.
 

I was, and still am, very much haunted by what I saw and what I listened to that day. I cannot fathom the absolute terror and the fear felt by those who, rather than face the flames and chocking smoke, opted to jump upward of 90 storeys to their inevitable deaths. The tragedy, the horror, is utterly inconceivable:
 

…There were sudden gasps from people gathering to watch. A woman cried, “God! Save their souls! They’re jumping! Oh, please God! Save their souls!”
 

Brennen and Hulce looked up and to their horror saw that people had begun jumping from the North Tower, appearing out of the smoke and flame, tumbling earthward.

The unimaginable was unfolding before them and all those gazing upward.
 

Presumably, they jumped to escape the smoke and the fire. They jumped consecutively, one after another. And they fell with an eerie silence while those on the ground screamed.

 

…Ortiz went to the window and pressed his face against the glass, looking down and then upwards. There was another person falling, then another, and another. Sequentially, one after the other, they jumped, and they fell, silently, dropping to their deaths on the city streets far below.

 

Ortiz staggered backwards in revulsion and disbelief. His mind was a torrent of horror and fear as he tried to take in the true extent of the horror unfolding all around him.

 

The Falling Man (extract from Ch. 45) by

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    Falling
           Man

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