Le Rien - The Nothing

Patricia Sharp

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Le Rien - The Nothing is simply the continuum to escape through time and space. Jade is just an explorer through time who fell head over heels for Anthony Black, a unique combination of endless souls attracted magnetically. After marrying Anthony, Jade thought her world was complete and secure, but the wedding bliss didn't last long, as Anthony battled his demons with anger and lust. Anthony loved Jade but would fall prey to jealousy. Losing his temper, Jade would retreat into Le Rien - The Nothing to seek the comfort in a different era of time. She would return through her black moments to Anthony, losing time and reality, with each journey. Focusing on the present trials and tribulations of life, she is consumed by the tumultuous velocity and transforms her future into the realms of two worlds through the channel of The Nothing and enters Le Rien.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 septembre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528960571
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Le Rien - The Nothing
Patricia Sharp
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-09-30
Le Rien - The Nothing About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgements Prologue Chapter One Jade – Rituals Chapter Two Jade – Teething Problems Chapter Three Jade – Broken Bliss Chapter Four Jade – The Hunter Chapter Five Jade – New Beginnings Chapter Six Anthony – A Wake-Up Call Chapter Seven Anthony – Getting Under Control Chapter Eight Anthony – Akin Chapter Nine Anthony – It Takes Two to Tango Chapter Ten Anthony – Broken Chapter Eleven Jade – The Awakening Chapter Twelve Jade – Moving On Chapter Thirteen Anthony – Moving On Chapter Fourteen Jade – The Theory Chapter Fifteen Anthony – Testing the Theory Chapter Sixteen Jade – Persuasive Measures Chapter Seventeen Anthony – Persuasive Measures Chapter Eighteen Jade – The Pregnancy Chapter Nineteen Anthony – The Pregnancy Chapter Twenty Jade – The Party Chapter Twenty-One Anthony – Square One Chapter Twenty-Two Jade – The Transformation Chapter Twenty-Three Anthony – Dress Rehearsal Chapter Twenty-Four Anthony – The Birth Chapter Twenty-Five Anthony – Post-Natal Blues Chapter Twenty-Six Jade – Awake Chapter Twenty-Seven Anthony – Then There Were Two Chapter Twenty-Eight Anthony – The Letter
About the Author
Patricia Sharp was born in Dartford, Kent, England. Her parents immigrated with the family to Australia in 1964, searching for a land of sunshine, opportunity and dreams. A wonderful choice for the family and one they were always grateful for making.
Arriving in Sydney, December 1964, they lived in Kirribilli, Kings Cross and Auburn for short periods until purchasing a block of land at Chester Hill in the western suburbs of Sydney. The house was built and Patricia and her three siblings had a magnificent upbringing in the new urban sprawl of the ‘60s that came with the cultural brand ’Westy’. A branding that she proudly boasted to all she has met on her journey through life. It was from these wonderful years living through the ’60s, ’70s, ’80s and ’90s that Patricia learned to dream, love and write. Society might have put their brand on the west but what they didn’t appreciate was that it facilitated to nurture so many great people, just ordinary people and the battlers from the west, who strived for greatness without losing that natural human instinct to fight for opportunities while keeping ethically grounded.
She met her life partner, Kenneth, at the age of 21 and had three beautiful, talented children, who kept them grounded throughout everyday life. They moved to the Central Coast, battling to afford to live with the increasing costs of housing in Sydney. For years, Patricia wrote stories as a hobby while bringing up the family. After the passing of her parents and her children becoming adults, leaving the family home, Patricia realised how quickly the years had passed. She wrote a series of books and aptly called it Timeless .
About the Book
Le Rien – The Nothing is simply the continuum to escape through time and space. Jade is just an explorer through time who fell head over heels for Anthony Black, a unique combination of endless souls attracted magnetically. After marrying Anthony, Jade thought her world was complete and secure, but the wedding bliss didn’t last long, as Anthony battled his demons with anger and lust. Anthony loved Jade but would fall prey to jealousy. Losing his temper, Jade would retreat into Le Rien – The Nothing to seek the comfort in a different era of time. She would return through her black moments to Anthony, losing time and reality, with each journey. Focusing on the present trials and tribulations of life, she is consumed by the tumultuous velocity and transforms her future into the realms of two worlds through the channel of The Nothing and enters Le Rien.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my beautiful family and wonderful friends who are always there for me. I love you all very much.
Copyright Information ©
Patricia Sharp (2019)
The right of Patricia Sharp to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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Acknowledgements
Time is strangely an essential makeup of life, when you lose someone, you realise how precious time is. I have discovered this as I have walked the journey through life especially when I lost my parents, who always believed and encouraged me.
When writing this story, I remembered a moment in time, walking my daughter to school one day. She ran up the hill ahead as I juggled the other two children. Turning to face me, she called out to me, “Mum, walk backwards!”
I laughed and told her not only did I not have the time to walk backwards but I also may trip over if I didn’t watch where I was going.
She stood in front and stomped her tiny foot and exclaimed, “Try it! The whole universe looks so much bigger and brighter.” She smiled. “And, Mum, we have all the time in the world,” she added.
My children and I walked to school, up the hill, backwards, many, many times and my world was bigger and brighter with my children and their father in my life.
My parents, Bill and May; my lifelong love, Kenneth; and my three wonderful children, Daniel, Naomi and April – Thank you, you are my life, my loves and my inspiration.
Prologue
Everything was fading and I could feel the warm trickle of blood dripping into my eyes, blinding my blurred vision, a mighty thud, an excruciating pounding in my head followed by a crackling snap. My skull was splintering into a thousand pieces; subsequently, I wheezed a faint beg.
“Please,” I was struggling to speak with the blackness gradually creeping upon me like a shadow skulking over a field as the sun goes down. My consciousness was draining in time with a fading sensation of energy being sucked, vacuumed from deep inside my soul. I held my hand in front of my face as a last ditched attempt to stop the blows, falling into the obscurity of an indefinite destiny. I could hear my voice from outside my body, as I looked down on myself with my vision blocked.
I whispered, “I am sorry, I am so sorry, Anthony. Please stop.” Blackness engulfed me like a protective shield, wrapping a blanket of defensive blindness around me like a secure cocoon. There was no feeling of pain, the inability to see and absence of sensation in my body. The obscurity of my existence was stagnant and the contemplation of my death surrounded me.
“Would I be able to think if I was dead?” The tête-à-tête spiralled inside my mind. “Well, I am not sure,” it continued. “You can’t feel anything; you can’t smell anything, where did everything fade to?” My mind raced.
Motionless, I found awareness of a body that didn’t move, processing systematically the thoughts that were exploding and filling my mind, expressing to me that my existence was absent. In the distance came a crackling sensation and I became aware of muffled noises coming from far away. Listening to the remote sounds brought flashing memories of a time when hiking through a forest.
Anthony had tracked ahead mumbling about how slow I was. I just watched as he faded out of view leaving me alone, with only the sound of my footsteps crunching the foliage beneath my sneakers. I walked along slowly when there was a far-off howl in the distance. I stood perfectly still, fascinated by the break in silence by a haunting wail, echoing through the forest and shaking my eardrums gently.
“If one decided to choose to lose a sense, what sense would one choose; hearing, sight, smell or touch?” I stood thinking to myself as my hearing drifted, isolating each sound of the forest; the stream with its soothing running water, the birds flitting through the trees, the buzzing of insects as they circled around me.
Tranquillity was broken. “Would you move it?!” Anthony yelled. “We haven’t got all day.”
Static, some more muffled voices as the forest faded and my mind drifted back into the darkness straining to decipher the background noises. “There is a lot of intracranial pressure,” I heard a male voice say. “Blood pressure is…” The sentence stopped, having difficulty deciphering the muffled language.
“I think we need to sedate and incubate,” said a voice and then more barely audible noise.
Someone was screaming hysterically. Crying, sobbing, familiar voices. “We’re losing her…”
“Noooooooooo!!!” screamed my mother. I think it was my mother. My mother? I quizzed inside my head, she had been dead since I was 12. I became completely confused.
A voice whispered in my ear. “Go to The Nothing. Princess, you need to go there now. I will come and bring you back.” I wanted to tell the melodic voice to look after Ruby, but all the voices faded out and I was left in the dark speculating my realm of reality. I just floated in the dark for the longest time, while my mind conversed with itself.
“Excuse me, miss?” it sounded like an English accent. At first I thought my mind was just creating another voice to converse with. Then again, “Excuse me, miss. Can I help you?” Suddenly, I felt a gentle shove on my shoulder. Can you feel touched when you are dead? I panicked to myself.
“Miss, are you alright?” the voice became louder, clearer and more urgently real.
Static brought the clarity back to white noise. Like a radio station not