In a Land Where Trees Dream

By Nathan Ward

A man from Philadelphia is given a vision that takes him halfway across the world. In the vision he meets a shaman from the time before the white men came to Haiti who tells him that the world will face huge perils in the near future. One possibility holds out hope for mankind, the other possibility leads towards a devastated world. The shaman shows the man from Philadelphia that his two young grandchildren are fated to be shamans and if the man can guide them in the right direction then the world can be saved at least for the trees if not for mankind.

This is a complex story with an environmental twist and shows us what could go wrong in our world if we stay on the path we are on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nathan Ward
• Release date: Mar 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311335494

Nathan Ward

Nathan Ward grew up in England and Alaska. He now resides in Florida. Nathan is a science fiction and fantasy author and also a travel writer.Follow Nathan on Twitter at https://twitter.com/NathanWardAutho

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In a Land Where Trees Dream

by Nathan Ward

(Author of He Who Cries at Midnight)

Cover photo taken in Labadee, Haiti by Mike Ward

Copyright 2016 Nathan Ward

Published by Nathan Ward at Smashwords

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In a Land Where Trees Dream

On a cold fall morning in Philadelphia Larry O’Malley sat on a park bench underneath the icy drizzle that fell all around him. Larry contemplated whether or not he should truly move down to Boca Raton, Florida. His wife Emily had died last year and all his friends were either dead or in assisted living facilities spread out across the city. Larry liked the idea of never being cold again and his only surviving family was down there with his son Hank. Maybe it was that he never wanted to live in a place that translated from Spanish was Rat’s Mouth. So Larry sat in the cold and watched the ducks on the almost frozen pond frolic about and contemplated his options.

Larry loved the city as had his father before him. Larry’s family had lived in the city of Philadelphia since the mid 1800’s when his great-grandfather first stepped off the boat from Ireland at Ellis Island. His great-grandfather had gotten a job as a building repairman under the super of a rundown apartment building. He had worked his way to the top and when the previous super died he was put in charge. And when the great-grandfather died he passed the job onto his son and so on down the line until Larry tried to pass it onto his son Hank. But Hank had gotten a grant from a prestigious arts school and gone off to college. After college Hank had bummed around Europe trying to become an artist but it never really took, that was always his sister Jane’s talent more than Hank’s. So he moved back to the States and got into the real estate investing game and made a mint and a half.

Larry had spent most of his life as a building repairman. He was a simple man with simple tastes. He had few friends and lived alone after his wife died of cancer some years ago. It was not that Larry was a loner or anything, it was just that he seemed to outlive everyone in his life even his first born daughter. Larry was a quiet man who did as he was asked. When his country asked him to go to war he did, when they told him to pay his taxes he did and when they asked him to vote he usually voted Republican.

The main reason Larry was alone was because most, if not all of his friends were dead and so was his family. All of his old army buddies who hadn’t died in the war had died in the preceding years of cancer and heart attacks. There wasn’t anything special about that because a lot of his civilian friends had died of similar things. Well everyone but Frank, Frank had died of a brain aneurism when he drank the water in some third world country. He had unknowingly drunk water containing a parasitic amoeba that had attached itself to his brain and begun to devour him from the inside out.

Larry had had a