Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Blitz: An Ill Wind by James P Hanley


Jim Hanley is a Human Resources professional, adjunct professor and short story writer, Jim has had over 70 stories appear in print and online publications.

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 In this sequel to The Calling, Sheriff Luke Atwell and his deputies face individual and collective challenges from outlaws, gunfighters, renegade Indians, card sharps, and a thieving medicine show in a Kansas town in the 1870’s. The personal lives of the lawmen also change and nature takes its destructive toll on the town and its residents. When a black neighbor’s family is attacked and the oldest son killed, the sheriff gets the help of federal law enforcement and they chase a band of marauding ex-Confederates out to undo the changes resulting from the Civil War.

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The next day, the wind had been cleansed of the dust but was still strong. The cowardly sun hid behind the whiter clouds while dark thunderstorms moved in. The black cumulus stretched high in the air. Atwell had just left Peggy and the boy, and he looked upward. The top of the cloud spread into the shape of a blacksmith’s anvil and the rain began, pinging off the rooftops like low-caliber bullets. The sheriff went back inside and told Peggy about the coming storm and advised her to put the child in the back room, which had been added with stronger walls to hold the rows of shelving. Most of the customers had left, fearing being caught in a downpour. The sheriff sought out Jesse and Peter. He found the deputies having lunch in the hotel. “Bad storm,” the sheriff said in his usual style of few words. “Be best if we’re all out there in case it gets real bad.”
The deputies looked out the large window at the back of the hotel and saw debris begin to fly across the open field.  Thunder sounded like cannons fired nearby and streaks of lighting cut across the sky with a few bolts pointed straight down like spears. When the three lawmen went outside, they saw town folks rushing indoors wherever they could. The crack of thunder rattled horses still tied to a rail. One animal broke free and ran down the street as if kicked. The rain came down in sheets. A huge cloud in the distance had a greenish-black base and the wind seemed to be pulled upward into the center of the cumulus.  Atwell and his deputies stared at the single cloud which seemed to take over the sky. Air below was spinning. Soon a funnel formed, stretching down, but still well above the ground. White droplets fell out of the cloud; Sheriff Atwell knew it was hail.  As the storm approached, the funnel widened and hovered just a few feet above the soil. The counter-clockwise winds snapped trees, splintering and launching wood in all directions. Laden with dirt and debris, the funnel darkened and reached down to touch the earth. A planted field just at the edge of town was a mass of swirling, newly emerging produce. By the time the twister was fully shaped and vertical, the width had reached over fifteen yards.

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Book Tour: Fireweed by Terry Montague



Lisel Spann has dreamed only of wonderful things in her future. Living with her father, sister, and brother in a cramped apartment in Berlin, the small family shares what seems to be an unbreakable spirit of love and security. However, with the rise of the Nazi party and approaching dark clouds of war, any kind of future grows increasingly uncertain. Knowing little of hate and destruction, Lisel is ill prepared as the storms of battle erupt in full fury and loved ones are taken from her as her beautiful city is reduced to rubble.


With fear and despair rising within, it is through her quiet, compassionate father that Lisel discovers faith and hope. Now, in a desperate journey to find her sister, Lisel and her neighbor flee Berlin and the advancing Russians for Frankfurt, a city under the protection of the Allies. But their flight to safety is filled with pain, hunger, and terror. However, with spiritual lessons and blessings from her father, the support of departed loved ones, and her tried but undying faith in a loving Heavenly Father, perhaps Lisel can emerge like the fireweed—rising strong and beautiful from scorched earth —transforming bitterness and despair into a charity that never faileth.






When I was about three, my mom said, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I think she was expecting me to say, “A mommy, like you.” Instead, I popped off with, “I want to be a writer.” I can still remember her face. She said, “Well, don’t you think you need to learn to read first?”

I didn’t think so.

Terry Bohle Montague is a BYU graduate and a free-lance writer, having written for television, radio, newspaper, and magazines including The Ensign and Meridian Magazine. She has also been published as the author of book length historical non-fiction and fiction.
Her non-fiction work includes the book, Mine Angels Round About, the story of the LDS West German Mission evacuation of 1939 which occurred only days before the Nazi invasion of Poland.
Her LDS fiction, Fireweed, is loosely based on her interviews with the evacuated West German missionaries and their families.
Terry studied with Dwight Swain and Jack Bickham, as well as David Farland. Her writing awards include those from LDS Storymakers, Idaho Writers’ League, and Romance Writers of America.



Character Casting 
For the Character Casting the Author sent descriptions of the characters. So I got to choose the actors, I picked out the first three, and the last three are up to you!

Fireweed Characters’ Descriptions



Marta Spann (Lisel’s 18-year old sister): Even though Marta was only two years older than Lisel, Marta was always the grown-up, sensible, predictable one. She wore her soft brown hair in the same short, smooth style every day. She got up at the same time every morning and went through the same tedious, daily chores of classes at the Red Cross nursing school then shopping and housework. She never complained. She never went to movies, preferring to sit at home, reading her textbooks or listening to music on the radio with the mending in her lap. When she became angry or upset, her warm, brown eyes narrowed, but she rarely allowed herself to pronounce an angry word.

For this character, the first actress that came to mind is Briana Hernandez. She has the sweetest, kindest face ever!


Lisel Spann (Our 16-year old main character): In contrast, Lisel, her red hair braided in long strands that hung on either side of her gamine face, her red-brown eyes that flashed her every emotion. She frequently lost her patience, her temper, and her heart. Lisel said everything she felt and often made a fool of herself. Her busy imagination took her out of the confusing, contradictory atmosphere of Nazi Germany to glittering, glamorous Hollywood where she danced in a sleek, pink gown trimmed with a feather boa on the arm of Fred Astaire. She sang too loudly in church just because she liked the music, but her singing made the branch president cover his smile with his hand, the music director scowl, and the red come up in her Papa’s neck. She often shocked her father and provoked her sister. Everyone said she was that way because she was sixteen, a school girl. They said she would grow out of it. But Lisel hoped she would not. It would be like growing out of herself. Of growing out of her life.

She describes herself as “A scarecrow of a girl, with a nose like a pig’s and hair the color of carrots. Boys will think I belong on a farm.”

 I know she's a little old now, but I think with the right 
make-up she still has a sweet enough face to just barely pass. 
Emma Watson is one of the most expressive actresses I know!



Papa: Joseph Spann carried himself with the vigor and briskness instilled by years of military services – his back straight, shoulders squared, every movement precise. Lisel could hear the quick snap of his footsteps on the cobbled street. Papa insisted on wearing his one, good remaining suit, the gray jacket buttoned across the matching vest, the tiny clip with decorations from the Great War on his lapel, the knotted tie, the creased trousers, now a little baggy at the knees, his worm but frequently blocked hat. He smoothed his gray mustache and adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses.


The only actor I could think of who could pull of this look, is John Schneider.








Frau Heideman: (Apartment neighbor): She was an overbearing demanding woman whose unstylish and soft appearance sometimes fooled people into believing they were dealing with someone of half her determination and slyness. Her voice was shrill and she had a tendency to pry and question. Lisel did not like Frau Heidemann but she tolerated her for Kurt’s sake and was civil for Papa’s.

Kurt Heideman: (Frau Heidemann’s son and Lisel’s sometime friend and later, a romantic interest): Kurt was a handsome young man with a lopsided grin. Tall, a little thin, maybe, but broad-shouldered. His eyes were a bright, clear blue under heavy brows, his lips firm, and his jaw straight and decisive. But his high, thin nose had an odd crook in it, like it had been broken once and never set. He sang off-key but often performed a nimble two-step down the rows of vegetables in the apartment’s community garden.

Grete Spengler: (Lisel’s 16-year old best friend): She is fair haired and blue-eyed as an Aryan girl is expected to have. “No man is interested in me and I do not understand. I am the correct Nordic type and my blood is pure. I have the interests of the Reich at heart and my hips are wide enough to bear many children. I have a racially desirable body and a man ought to regard me racially desirable. But no regards me at all when I am with you (Lisel).”




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