Saturday, April 25, 2015

**Tour** Dark Light by Richard Pieters

Dark Light
Richard Pieters

Storm clouds have stalled over the sweltering, riverside town of Avebury, Ohio and something dark and deadly is spreading when Carter Collins returns home. His quiet hometown is falling under the sway of an evangelist whose form of salvation is anything but holy. Those opposing the "way of the righteous" are silenced. Carter's father tried and had a stroke. Or was it?

The town protects an ancient mystery. Otherworldly forces want control. The Reverend may be a Trojan horse. With only a few days and the shadows closing in, Carter must uncover the real reason he's come home, discover the town's secret, and take his place leading the resistance to this invasion. The cost to secure what the town has guarded will be high. Not all may survive. But the cost of failure would be much higher, plunging the earth into a new age of darkness. 

(This story may scare you, make you laugh or shed a tear, but it will keep you turning the pages.)


Something dark and deadly is spreading in Avebury, Ohio since a new evangelist came to town with his unholy form of salvation. Carter Collins returns home after his father's stroke. Or was it? Those opposing the Reverend's "way of the righteous" are being silenced. But the town holds a secret, something evil otherworldy forces want to control.  Carter must unravel the real reason he's been brought home and find his place as leader of the resistance to this invasion. The cost may be high, might demand great sacrifice, but failure might cost the life-force of the planet itself.


Stalk HIM

Writer, musician, singer/songwriter, actor, hippie, media ad exec, business owner, Realtor. Not necessarily in that order. It's been a convoluted road.

I remember an idyllic childhood, which is odd, since my mother died when I was twelve and my father two years later. At fourteen, I'd lost both parents, and came back to the Ohio town of my birth, home also to my new mother (my dad had remarried.) She died nine years later.

Little wonder I took to performing, theater, movies, and books. Particularly to stories about death in one way or another.

My father was a Presbyterian minister who believed the Bible told interpretative stories, attempts to understand and draw lessons from the unfathomable, not to be taken literally. My stepmother, a highly intuitive person, read Yogananda. My questioning began early.

I studied creative writing as an English major in college. I was a terrible student. Beyond required short stories and college-kid poetry, most of my writing was songwriting. In those days, the age of the folk movement and protest songs, I believed the "new consciousness" emerging in my generation could change the world. The more I learned of spiritual, mystical teachings, the less I could know to be true. I questioned everything. I still do.

I returned to California as a singer-songwriter, then became involved with a theater troupe, performing in theaters, on the beach, and in the streets. Guerilla theater. Off-Broadway. Exciting, creative work, but reality set in.

Exhausted with the starving artist's life, I went to work in industrial design, then in advertising, in broadcast sales. All the while, I studied and practiced the craft of writing, never expecting to make a living as a writer. Now, at a ripened age, I've reached a place where I don't give a damn. I'm free of that fear.

I am a gay man, a fact I didn't come to terms with until my early thirties. Once I owned it, it was a wonderful opening. I did enjoy a short stint as a wild boy living the West Hollywood high life in the days prior to AIDS. Luckily, I met my partner of thirty-eight years, and we no doubt saved each other's lives at a time when many friends were dying around us.

Eventually, we left LA and the media business and moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico, where we had our own business. There, I dived into my writing, journaling and writing short stories, and finally embarked on novel writing.

We left Santa Fe after five years. I'm now back, again, where it all started. Oddly, while in New Mexico, I was compelled to set the novel in Ohio, in a town not dissimilar from the one of my birth and my high school and college years. As the opening of Dark Light says, referring to Thomas Wolfe's famous line, maybe you can't go home again, and then, maybe, sometimes you have no choice.

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