THE PAST IS NOT WHAT IT USED TO BERobert Frost called the past a “Disused Graveyard”
What did he know? He was only a poet. They live in verse, while most of us live in reverse … only realizing the import of life as we look at it in the rearview mirror. While I, in the mirrors of many judgments, my hands are the color of blood. I sometimes fancy myself an evil which exists to oppose other evils. On that great Day of which the prophets speak but in which they do not truly believe, On that Day when the world is utterly cleansed of evil, then I, too, will go down into darkness, swallowing curses for things I’ve done too often … or not enough. Some claim that I was a madman, and some think that I was just a man with very special powers. But they all miss the point. Whatever I was … and am, I changed the world … or Sentient did through me. Who is Sentient? Come with me to New Orleans of 1942 and find out. Everything in life is just for a while.If you enjoyed the suspense and intrigue of Philp K. Dick's "Total Recall" and Stephen E. Ambrose's "Band of Brothers," you will also enjoy "Same As It Never Was."Buy now before the price changes and discover what secrets lurk in the shadows of New Orleans and on the beaches of Normandy!
Roland Yeomans was born in Detroit, Michigan. But his last memories of that city are hub-caps and kneecaps since, at the age of seven, he followed the free food when his parents moved to Lafayette, Louisiana.
The hitch-hiking after their speeding car from state to state was a real adventure.
Once in Louisiana, Roland learned strange new ways of pronouncing David and Richard when they were last names. And it was not a pleasant sight when he pronounced Comeaux for the first time.
He has a Bachelor’s degree in English Education and a Master’s degree in Psychology. He has been a teacher, counselor, book store owner, and even a pirate since he once worked at a tax preparation firm. So far he has written thirty-three books. You can find Roland at his web page:
...a huge, winged figure soared out from under us. I don't know if others cried out, for I was too busy doing it myself. I couldn't make out many details. A heavenly clot of blood, the dawn's brilliant blazing sun nearly blinded me. The Angel of Death. ... An eerie voice rippled from the Angel of Death. It should have left its vocal cords bleeding and raw. It was Winter shrieking heartless victory as the last Ice Age shrouded the world in an eternal frozen crypt.
A compelling mix of science-fiction and real history, of romance and action, of wild fantasy and incredible historical details, Same as It Never Was is a deep philosophical adventure that oh so wittily takes the reader on a roller-coaster of the imagination yet manages to remain utterly humane.
But then, what had Marcus Aurelius written: "Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one."
It is indeed what Richard Blaine is - just like Victor Standish, for example, and the other of Roland Yeoman's amazingly compassionate and generous protagonists.