A Small Story on Love and Death

By M Caldwell Hunter

Just a short whimsical look at love and death. I needed a break from writing longer novels. This idea was already planted in my mind sometime ago. So as a change I decided to write about a different view on death from the norm.
The novelette is a short and, I hope, enjoyable little read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Caldwell Hunter
• Release date: Aug 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370793129

M Caldwell Hunter

Bio of M.Caldwell Hunter author of The Forgotten Templars and upcoming Vol.2 The Shield and The Lost Ship.I am a recently retired Paramedic,Scottish Ambulance Service, and have a BSc in Health Studies.The Forgotten Templars Volume 1 The Manuscript is my first full length novel and I wrote the novel over a period of almost 2 years. This sounds a long time but most writing was done in the small town of Barga, Italy during visits there. I would reckon that the actual writing took less than 3 months, about 4 weeks more than the editing took.%The idea for this book, first in series, has been in my head and written on scraps of paper for over 10 years, suddenly during one stay in Barga I decide do to try putting my thoughts down. I realised quickly that I needed a lot more research to make the novel realistic both historically and in the present.The areas and settings are historically correct as are some of the characters, both Templar and similar orders. I used "artistic licence " with some historical facts along with inventing some characters.In the present day section I tried to be as accurate as possible, I wanted as much realism in the storyline as possible therefore the settings are mostly real places, sometimes with name changes, as with Barga which became San Cristoforo slightly disguised.It is a simple adventure story which becomes more involved as you read and is to be followed shortly by Volume 2 The Shield and the Lost Ship which carries on the adventure.An update to The Forgotten Templar's has been put on Amazon Kindle which confirms that it is part of a series and gives a short taster of The Shield and the Lost Ship.I have found I really enjoy writing and to be honest the research needed before I can start the storytelling.If anyone wants to contact me then I'm on:Twitter. @forgottemplarsFacebook. www.facebook.com/theforgottentemplarsE-mail. [e-mail]. mcaldwellhunter.wix.com/mcaldwellhunter

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Seems this has to be here

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Seems pointless to me as well

Chapter 1 The Ending

Jonztphaar slowly tried to open his eyes, something was choking him. In his panic he tried to move, nothing. Was he tied down? He felt rather than heard a voice, trying to open his eyes was akin to pulling his eyelids through treacle.

The voice felt more familiar now but it felt almost almost like screaming to him. Another voice, this one more soothing, Jonztphaar try to relax, you have a tube in your throat. Relax and I'll take it out.

He sensed the tube moving and then it was gone. He tried to speak but only a croak emerged.

Jonztphaar, you're awake. Thank god. Can you see me? The voice was very familiar but he still couldn't place it. The voice continued Jonztphaar it's me Sharntzen, try to focus. Please.

The soothing voice reappeared. Mr Otzellot, don't worry, your voice will come back but you will be hoarse for a few days. He sort of felt the hands pressing on his arms and hands. He tried to move, again nothing.

Mrs Lqelzton perhaps we should let Jonztphaar rest and to be honest you need to also. Especially in your condition. The soothing voice of the nurse again.

Jonhar's eyes focused on the voices. One was the nurse the other his sister Sharntzen, she was heavily pregnant but how. He didn't remember that and he was sure he should have.

As they left his bedside Jonztphaar took stock of the situation he was in. It looked like a hospital room. So something must have happened.

Then it struck him and struck hard. Where was De-Wrah, why wasn't she there. A painful, almost blinding, flash of memory passed before him as he saw flashback images, passing like a slide-show, behind his eyes. The memory hit him like a thunderbolt. De-Wrah was lying across him not moving and he couldn't feel her.

Suddenly the room echoed