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Chasing the Tiger

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Jane Wilson-Howarth

Jane Wilson-Howarth, born in 1954, is a British author whose works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and prose. Her writing style is characterized by deep character development and rich emotional expression. more

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“Listen, Nicole, I’ve had all I can take of you telling me what I need. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re exactly what I need? That maybe, in the middle of all this miserable neck-snapping and repelling and crossing the bloody hell over, all I really want is someone…someone good who will let me be a fucking man? Just a fucking human being with flaws and unenlightened days? Is that too much to ask? That you let me fucking love you, Nicole? Because that’s what I need! That’s all I’d ever need from you. Just to love you. Can you deny me that? - Christian Wright (Whisper of Light)”

“Not to worry, Phillip,” Father O’Toole said. “I was just inquiring as to what authority they—” He stopped abruptly, jumping forward as the wall phone came unhinged behind him, dangling by a corner screw. “Huh,” Gil pondered. “Look at that.” “What happened?” Father O’Toole asked. “The phone fell,” Gil answered. “Well, naturally! I’m not blind, young man. I’m asking how the phone fell!” “I blame gravity,” Gil offered. (Excerpt from Whisper of Light)”

“The edge of something mostly buried in the sand caught the sun, and I bent to pick up a pearl nautilus. Simple and uncomplicatedly lovely, a pearl nautilus whispered its beauty. It wasn’t showy like a cameo or frog shell, with their twists and nubs and variations. It never competed for attention, but it held and reflected a prism of light that perfectly complimented its surroundings. Someone else may have overlooked a pearl nautilus, but I preferred it. - Nicole Abbot (Whisper of Light)”

“Fra poco ci sarà la nostra apertura di caccia ma prima, per il censimento della selvaggina, lo porterò sull'odore dei forcelli e sono certo che non sfigurerà nella sua prima vera ferma. Poi verranno le beccacce... No, non sogno carnieri abbondanti, ma un andare lento nel bosco d'autunno con lui che sarà il mio ultimo cane da caccia, che ancora una volta mi porterà una beccaccia che rinchiuderà in sé foreste, spazi, cieli lontani e misteri della vita. Paesi e sogni di giovinezza per me, ora che il mio tempo scende al tramonto.”