Suzonne of Twin Flames - Volume 4 of 7 - Chapters 34-39

Suzonne of Twin Flames Volume 4 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 4 of 7 series, Suzonne of Twin Flames, we find that Milo shares experiences from his life while Ziya is occupied with her brand of dark Voodoo.  She threatens Tumba through his woman.  "You tell yer man not turn his back on me or someone he care 'bout gonna be dead in six days."

The most magnificent gala of the year called the Spring Ball will be held as always in St. Pierre just below the active-volcano Mount Pelee.  Everyone will be in attendance!  It is a glorious affair filled with passion, merriment, dining and dancing in a lavishly decorated theater ballroom.

Suzonne delights in taking Andre for a tour of the quaint streets and fountains of St. Pierre known as the Paris of the West Indes.  The scent of bakeries and cafes stirred their appetites.  It seemed every structure had been crafted of stone with peaked red tiled roofs and many thresholds had zinc awnings.

When they walked past St. Pierre's Cathedral, Andre pulled her toward the door.  He kissed her up the stairs and tried the door.  Suzonne says, "Andre this is a place of worship and prayer!"  He answered, "Then, because I worship you, I pray you do not forget about me."

Suzonne is pressured by Raphael and Adeline to allow the British aristocrat Sir Essex to escort her to the ball instead of Andre.

Andre is to escort Camille.  Suzonne and Andre plan mischief at the ball even though they learned Sir Essex is extremely dangerous!

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!"