The beauty of torment.

I have already had a few positive comments on the "The River Girl's Torment" even though the book was barely finished and almost instanly released. I am unsurprisied as I suspected that everyone would like it.

It is a cute wee tale with a few of my hallmarks; awkwardness, though there is little of that, paranoia, though there is little of that as well. The Tale harks back to my younger years, as many do, set in the environs of Campbeltown and the village of Peninver.

Originaly one of the "River of Tears" tales I have rewritten it in its entirity and, I think, improved upon its love swept original.

When I first wrote the tales contained in "A River of Tears" I was heartbroken, The first girl that I truly loved having disposed of me (mainly because of my actions) and had moved on, leaving me alone with nowhere to flee for company or companionship other than those I talked with on the net.

So there I fled, as my heart bled, I chatted to people many and various and met other girls, some wonderful, others, distractions, and I started writing again. I was out of work at the time, on garden leave, and so I wrote of the things that fueled my imagination. The first thing was love, the second, was my chilhood in Argyll. Third was my love of history and mythology and so you end up with this great book that is a conglomerate of all three.

I am sure that all romantics out there will love this, as well as those that like faerie tales, folk tales and fantasies.