Sons of Adam

By Myfanwy Tilley

Reid Palmer is fifty years old, and he feels like time is running out to have some of the adventures he has always dreamed of. He is determined to realise his dream of mountaineering in Pakistan’s Karakoram Mountains, but when his younger brother, Wil, invites himself along, it becomes a contest.
Wil is the favoured son of their parents, Adam and Evelyn Palmer. He is self-assured but also very self-serving, having - amongst other things - moved interstate, abandoning Reid to care for their ageing parents alone. Reid’s resentments are many, and he decides that Wil should be exposed for what he is.
In the mountains, however, everyone is humbled by Nature: by her beauty, her capriciousness, and her indiscriminate favour, and as Reid experiences Nature in all her might, he finally comes to understand his ego’s imperfections and vulnerabilities. When Wil falls into a crevasse, Reid overcomes his bitterness and risks his life to save him, but is Wil changed by his near-death experience?
"Sons of Adam" is a modern day version of ‘Cain and Abel’ and is a solid tale of jealousy, selfishness, and revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Myfanwy Tilley
• Release date: Oct 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310715471

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Sons of Adam

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Sons of Adam

Reid Palmer frowned at the half-empty glass of flat beer he cradled between his hands. He didn’t like beer all that much, but his father - impatient as always - had ordered the round of drinks before Reid had arrived at the pub. Reid absentmindedly dipped an index finger into the brew and slid it around the rim of the glass, slowly at first, but increasingly quickly as he grew impatient for his father to say something: a murmur or a grunt of acknowledgement would have more than sufficed, but Adam Palmer said nothing; he sipped his beer and nodded his head thoughtfully. Reid would have been just as pleased if his mother, Evelyn, had said something, but she never gave an opinion until