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Evanescent
Trevor Norton is totally burnt out.
He takes a simple road trip out of the city just to give himself a break
and runs into a lot more than he ever wanted.
A mysterious and crazy young woman hides a tragic secret - an entire village torn apart
and pure love, brutally ended.
Only the barest embers remain.
And they’re dying away fast.
Can Trevor save her, and himself, in time?
CHRIS ROSS LEONG started telling curious and scary tales while he was still at school.
This one, however, came from his days as a fashion and beauty photographer, and is based on a true tale.
He takes a simple road trip out of the city just to give himself a break
and runs into a lot more than he ever wanted.
A mysterious and crazy young woman hides a tragic secret - an entire village torn apart
and pure love, brutally ended.
Only the barest embers remain.
And they’re dying away fast.
Can Trevor save her, and himself, in time?
CHRIS ROSS LEONG started telling curious and scary tales while he was still at school.
This one, however, came from his days as a fashion and beauty photographer, and is based on a true tale.
166 pages, Paperback
First published August 20, 2016
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About the author
Chris Ross Leong
14 books19 followersCHRIS ROSS LEONG came into storytelling at a very early age. His father, Bill Leong, was a member of a Shakespearean repertory company while still in the UK in the late 40's, and imbued his son with a thorough foundation in dramaturgy and acting.
While still at school, Leong the son had already acted in several commercials and feature films, although his stage career was stillborn when his father auditioned for a part in The King and I and the producers discovered his son, sitting in the audience, singing along to all the parts in all the songs that his dad had played on the phonogram, over and over, while he prepared for his audition. The producers offered the child a part, his father was upset, and that was the end of it.
Later, though, Chris wrote and directed short films while still at school, and listened, and later told, many stories to young boys at bedtime in their dormitories. Here, he learned the true value of the story, as the atmosphere and emotional tension of his learning grounds were not unlike those of the early cave dwellers, and the huge wall paintings, and the tall tales that went with.
School gave way to photography, which then evolved to cinematography and film making (production and post production) where Chris remains to this day.
He has one son, Harlan, ace teenage eGamer, and the love of his life, Shelley Lawrence, and they have Faith, a cat, plus many others in their home in Sherman Oaks, California.
As a footnote, lest it be thought that Chris spends all of his nights frantically churning out tall tales and scary stories at what might seem to be a ridiculous rate of knots, please realize, dear reader, that some of these stories have had their genesis many decades ago, and all of them were complete, fully developed and field tested a very long time before their release dates.
So none of them have been simply dashed out, willy-nilly, which is to say that all of them have been carefully constructed and blended with an eye to resonance, relevance, poignancy and, of course, lots of love.
While still at school, Leong the son had already acted in several commercials and feature films, although his stage career was stillborn when his father auditioned for a part in The King and I and the producers discovered his son, sitting in the audience, singing along to all the parts in all the songs that his dad had played on the phonogram, over and over, while he prepared for his audition. The producers offered the child a part, his father was upset, and that was the end of it.
Later, though, Chris wrote and directed short films while still at school, and listened, and later told, many stories to young boys at bedtime in their dormitories. Here, he learned the true value of the story, as the atmosphere and emotional tension of his learning grounds were not unlike those of the early cave dwellers, and the huge wall paintings, and the tall tales that went with.
School gave way to photography, which then evolved to cinematography and film making (production and post production) where Chris remains to this day.
He has one son, Harlan, ace teenage eGamer, and the love of his life, Shelley Lawrence, and they have Faith, a cat, plus many others in their home in Sherman Oaks, California.
As a footnote, lest it be thought that Chris spends all of his nights frantically churning out tall tales and scary stories at what might seem to be a ridiculous rate of knots, please realize, dear reader, that some of these stories have had their genesis many decades ago, and all of them were complete, fully developed and field tested a very long time before their release dates.
So none of them have been simply dashed out, willy-nilly, which is to say that all of them have been carefully constructed and blended with an eye to resonance, relevance, poignancy and, of course, lots of love.
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January 3, 2017
* I've got this book during Goodreads giveaway, but that will not affect my opinion. *
When I read the description of this book, I thought that it will be a mysterious, spooky read about a village and its people. However it was totally different from what I expected. Instead I've got a some sort of photographer diary and a lot of description, how he took photos. Don't get me wrong, I like photography it is my hobby, but for a fiction book some parts of this book were too technical. Actually for those, who are not interested in photography it can be utterly boring.
For me there were nothing intriguing about this book, no mystery, no description and zero character development. And I mean literally NO character development. Why this girl was crazy ? For me she looked totally normal, just grieving. Who she was ? We didn't get any explanation about her or her past, we get only her name and nothing more about her. What about other villagers ? Why they are what, they are ? Nothing, zero information.
In my opinion this can be good, but it needs more editing.
When I read the description of this book, I thought that it will be a mysterious, spooky read about a village and its people. However it was totally different from what I expected. Instead I've got a some sort of photographer diary and a lot of description, how he took photos. Don't get me wrong, I like photography it is my hobby, but for a fiction book some parts of this book were too technical. Actually for those, who are not interested in photography it can be utterly boring.
For me there were nothing intriguing about this book, no mystery, no description and zero character development. And I mean literally NO character development. Why this girl was crazy ? For me she looked totally normal, just grieving. Who she was ? We didn't get any explanation about her or her past, we get only her name and nothing more about her. What about other villagers ? Why they are what, they are ? Nothing, zero information.
In my opinion this can be good, but it needs more editing.
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December 26, 2016A nice easy read. Enjoy it over the holidays.
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