A story told in three parts, with an epilogue to comfort those who worry about the ones left behind.
John Finlay had had enough. He was done. Of all the ways to escape, the best is to run, run, run away, by land, air or water. He chooses water. Something shakes his reliable world enough that an unreliable happening changes all.
Imagine yourself, as old as you are now - whatever age that is - and whatever burden/blessing of experience you have comes with you. You find yourself in the world as a new babe does (only remember you are how you are now – same clothes, same hat, same kleenex in your pocket). So far as you can tell you are armed with nothing useful. You have nothing that works in this place you find yourself. You are without the language, the knowledge of managing day-to-day needs, nothing and no one is familiar or known to you. *Boom*. You have landed smack in the where/how/when in which John finds himself. He has lost all. His name, identity, cultural landmarks, context, credibility, and the trust and understanding of where in the scheme of life he fits in. . .pfft!. Gone. Blank slate. Begin. ?again?
I keep thinking about this story. It’s compelling, and reminds me of the precarious precious present tense I take for granted every moment and how it becomes the past in the blink of my eye, beat of my heart, and all those clicking ticking time keepers. . .
All the stars for this one. Kudos to A. G. Rivett, fighting the battle to write these stories, getting the books done and out there. The Seaborne (#1), The Priest’s Wife (#2), The Shareg (#3) coming in 2026!. Now you libraries, publishers and readers. . .get the Isle Fincara Trilogy on shelves!
*A sincere thank you to A. G. Rivett, Pantolwen Press| Independent Book Publishers Association, and NetGalley for an ARC to read and review independently.* #The Seaborne #NetGalley