Suzonne of Twin Flames Volume 3 Introduction: A Hint of the Story to Come
"I was born on the French island of Martinique a lover of the wind where the air has the scent of sugar and vanilla. I am Suzonne Isabella Catherine La Fontaine and it is my honor to share with you the continuing saga of my youth and times."
In this Volume 3 of 7 series, Suzonne of Twin Flames, we find that Andre's health strengthens. Suzonne and Andre dance to celebrate his progress. Suzonne takes him to visit Rutah in the slave quarters. Surprisingly, they find Rutah is covered with butterflies. Rutah says Andre will be well enough to go home soon. Suzonne panics.
Tumba runs to Rutah carrying a snake–bite victim. Suzonne assists Rutah in the man's emergency care.
In the middle of treatment, Ziya and Derk suddenly appear with their team of horses in a wagon loaded with slaves. The evil Ziya challenges Rutah with a blood-curdling rant.
Suzonne is coming of age, her carnal knowledge is limited. She becomes insecure of her attributes with regard to Andre. He is surprised that she does not know her many qualities.
Suzonne shows Andre the slaves chapel where they discover a voodoo doll made to resemble a white man. Who is it?
Suzonne introduces herself to a woman she has only seen from afar. The woman's scandalous reputation became the role model Suzonne credits for saving her life against the pirate. She offers the poor woman a gift.
Camille, Andre and Suzonne travel for a visit with Josephine Bonaparte's mother, Madame de La Pagerie. She entrusts Camille with a letter she has written to Josephine to be delivered to the Palace in France. Later, Camille suffers a terrible loss.
Ziya danced around a black flame well-pleased with herself. "When mam'selles down an weak, she meet her master!"
Be sure to read all 7 Volumes in the compelling saga that is Suzonne of Twin Flames!
I always believed that I would write a book. Story-lines flashed through my mind even as a child walking home from grade school on a frigid winter afternoon. I remembered the beauty of a newly fallen snow and it triggered my imagination to create stories about the neighborhoods I passed. In no time, I'd be home having entertained myself all the way.
My sister reminded me that instead of reading stories to her when I babysat, I would make up stories. She never forgot the one about a young dancer who yearned for red ballet slippers but her family had no money.
I rarely recorded my stories. When I did jot down an intriguing few paragraphs, there was no follow through. I saved my notes and moved on to a new interest.
Suzonne of Twin Flames did not allow that. Scenes and dialog filled my brain.
When I didn’t write it down, it continued to repeat until I did. However, there was a time limit. If after many opportunities, I had to write it down or run the risk of loosing it. It may or may not repeat weeks later.
I could be driving down a highway with this unrelenting story having a field day in my thoughts.
There were times when I pulled over to write as much as possible on a scrap of paper that happened to be in the console. Eventually I kept a spiral notebook on the passenger seat. I learned to take it everywhere: waiting rooms, shopping, the beach. I never knew when I would be given a thought that had to be captured.
Many times I wrote the chapters until the wee hours, 3 or 4 AM. The next day after reading what I had written I said, "I wrote that? It’s really good!"
