I hope you get a chance to get this book. There are so many excellent stories and poems. I’m so proud to be included.
SOMETHING EXTRAODINARY
Month: October 2025
Podcast
Coming soon. The podcast of Dark Night Of The Soul
Do you know who Marcus is, what he’s become? Have you ever been afraid in the dark? There are things in the dark that you can’t see. Marcus can. Walking in the darkness is the one that can steal your light. It will not only take your life. Slowly it will steal your memories, taking from you all you once knew and loved. It will take your soul. What would you do? Would you accept this changed nature, or fight for the person you want to be? If you want to know what Marcus is, what he’s done and what he is prepared to do, you’ll have to read Dark Night Of The Soul. It’s available on Amazon as an audio book, where the voices of Marcus and those who enter his life come alive.
Let me know when you’ve read or listened to the book. There are questions to answer. If you can answer them, A Darkness Descending, the prequel, will be yours. You know how to find me.
Dark Night of the Soul – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074T2Y22K
A Bark Of Love
If you’ve read any of the Sister World Novels you’ll notice the dogs. It’s obvious how much I love animals, especially dogs. There is a reason.
I don’t remember how old I was, neither do I remember why I was so sad. I hate crying in front of people. I hate it even more if it’s someone in my family. I’ve been known to climb out bathroom windows to find a good place to hide. Part of this may be that I can’t make a coherent sentence when I cry, no matter what I’m crying about. Maybe you feel like this too. I’d like to know I’m not the only one. Anyway back to dogs. Back then I lived in a small older home with a large farmers sink that sat pretty far out from the wall. The cupboards on either side had drawers that also didn’t go to the wall. For whatever reason, I was crying and there was no escaping the house. Small and skinny, I opened the door and managed to fit behind the pipes and the drawers. My cheerio box fit too. Munching on my treat, I suddenly heard a soft whining. I was worried Chipper, our dog, would give me away and I was enjoying the silent moments. I opened the door to shew him away. Chipper, so called because his beautiful white fur had round chocolate spots, had a better idea. I’ll never know how he did it, but somehow he managed to crawl inside. I could even close the door. He put his head on my shoulder, whined softly and enjoyed the cereal too. He understood me, he cried with me and made me feel less alone. I’ve thought of him in some of my saddest moments. You can’t buy love like that. He’ll always own a special place in my heart, just like I hope Spirit (Sister World) will find a place in yours.
Debra Zannelli Author 