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Ghost Writer

The Man who does not believe in Fate is the Man the Gods will test; the Man who does not believe in Spirits, it is He whom they will visit.

In the beginning, Mason Forsythe didn't know how much the buying of his dream home would change his life. How it would challenge his deepest beliefs in what was, or, rather, what wasn't. He knew already that love could become hatred.

What he didn't know, yet, was that it could also lead to fear. Had he known all that, he might never have bought the place. But, of course, he hadn't.

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T.K. Sheils

1935—2004

Favorite Quote: "Man is the only creature who laughs...or needs to." (Anon. maybe himself)

On October 12, the bell tolled for electronic publishing pioneer Terry Sheils. As author and editor, he put his indelible stamp of creative genius and literary excellence on e-publishing.

Terry could write in almost any genre. He moved easily from the erotic fictional biography of Egyptian pharaoh Akhenaten, in Dreams for the Wind, and the dark Mayan fantasy, Knights Tiger, to chilling horror novels like Butterfly House, then on to lighthearted romps like his hilarious Hunter Knox mystery novels.

His interests had always been varied. As an undergraduate maintaining scholarship level marks in Philosophy at the University of Toronto, Terry wrote and directed musical comedies, sang Gilbert and Sullivan patter songs, and played John Worthing in “The Importance of Being Earnest” on stage with actors the caliber of Donald Sutherland. At the same time, he wrote a weekly news and comment column entitled “Terry a While.” While he was at it, he married the singing lead of his musical comedies, Dee Lloyd.

An inveterate innovator, Terry always found a fresh new way to achieve excellence in every field he entered. In his teaching career, he created and taught one of the first high school Theater Arts courses in Ontario, wrote curriculum for the education ministry of the Province of Ontario, and became assistant coordinator of English for the North York Board of Education. In that position he published collections of student writing and initiated a Performing Arts festival for students of all grades.

His own writing was always a constant in his life. Plays, poetry, short stories—first for his students and then for his children and grandchildren—flowed from his pen. Later, thankfully much more legibly, they poured from his computer. From the moment he took his retirement from teaching in 1992, Terry wrote novels in all genres, over thirty of them. Most were published by mundania, but others found homes with five different small independent publishing houses.

Terry firmly believed that books in the future would be read electronically. He argued that there were already millions of handheld reading devices, each capable of holding ten to a hundred novels, in the hands of potential readers. Besides, it was obvious that children and young adults loved electronic games and were comfortable with new media devices. The eventual adoption of this medium by the reading public was inevitable. With his usual enthusiasm, he plunged into e-publishing.

As one of the founding editors and authors of mundania (www.mundania.com), Terry became known for his talent, quick wit and quirky sense of humor. His hilarious Hunter Knox mystery novels (Par for the Corpse, Poe--The Musical and 50 Ways to Kill Your Lover) received critical acclaim and a wide following. His Pendragon paranormal detective series (the latest of which is Rara Ibis) proved that sex, as well as humor, can be an integral element in a mystery novel.

However, Terry was best known for his award-winning horror novels. Writing as T. K. Sheils, he won an Independent Publisher Book Award (IPPY) for Butterfly House, the first of his “Sabrina and Jackson” horror novels. Butterfly House was the very first electronic book ever to win an IPPY, and was selected from among the over 700 competitors. Butterfly House also won the 2001 EPPIE Award for Horror presented by EPIC (the Electronically Published Internet Connection ). Terry’s subsequent horror novel, The Craving, won a second IPPY in 2003.

Terry Sheils had strong, well-thought-out opinions but listened carefully to opposing points of view. His wit was quick but never cutting. The most often repeated phrase at his memorial was: “I never heard him say a bad word about anyone.” In his novels, however, pretensions were fair game for satire. Hunter Knox is devastating and wildly funny in his performances as a singing country evangelist.

Terry Sheils ... a fascinating man of infinite imagination and humor.

He will be missed.

—by Dee Lloyd; originally published in The Bell at ReadersRoom.com

Reviews

5 STARS

"Terry Sheils has created a love story from the man's point of view and it works! The cross genre of paranormal and mystery in this story was woven masterfully. This is a story that I couldn't put down as I was drawn into the ghostly world of GHOSTWRITER. On a 1-5 scale I give it a 5!"

Jewel Dartt -- MIDNIGHT SCRIBE REVIEWS


"I truly enjoyed GHOST WRITER. It was fun to read and thoroughly captured my imagination. Then there is the little matter of my original review copy mysteriously disappearing...The romance is one that you want to see happen. You just know that it will turn out right. Yet it manages to be erotic. Tastefully so."

Buzzy -- EbookAd Reviews
Excerpt

Elissa stared at the decaying cottage and grudgingly admitted she needed a man. She prized her independence but now she needed a man to buy the place, fix it up, move in, fall for her, briefly - while she remained aloof - and, finally, help her die.

In the beginning, Mason Forsythe didn't know how much the buying of his dream home would change his life. How it would challenge his deepest beliefs in what was, or, rather, what wasn't. He knew already that love could become hatred. What he didn't know, yet, was that it could also lead to fear. Had he known all that, he might never have bought the place. But, of course, he hadn't...

As late-arriving darkness of June began to fall, Elissa stood behind a tree at the edge of the old Carleigh property. She had stood there, in fact, all afternoon in the intermittent light rain, watching the men moving boxes and furniture into the refurbished cottage and trying to decide which one was the new occupant, for she was certain that fate had chosen him for her. Finally, she decided the chosen one was the tall, dark-haired man of about thirty who seemed to be giving most of the directions. He would certainly do, she thought. But she would have to be careful; one false move could ruin it all. He was really quite good-looking and he seemed forceful and decisive, qualities she admired. But she mustn't let herself admire them too much. She was naturally outgoing and confident, but her present situation had made her a bit hesitant to approach him when anyone else was there.

Finally, she swallowed hard and moved cautiously among the trees around toward the back door of the cottage where her arrival would be less likely to be seen. She was about to step onto the path when she saw the elderly couple standing on the back stoop.

With a sigh, she melted back into the darkness...

...Suddenly, Elissa wasn't grinning. Her face was pale and deadly serious.

"What can you possibly have to tell me that's as serious as all that?" Mason asked.

"Why don't you make some coffee? This may take some time,"she said, obviously stalling.

"Funny. I had someone else suggest that to me, just recently. And it wasn't good news."

"This isn't either, I'm afraid."

"Then let's get it over with," Mason said, sitting down in the chair. "Would you...like to sit on my lap while you tell me?"

"Thanks. It might make things easier to tell. Though it might also make things...harder...for you..."

"You take your chances..."

"I will." She sat on his lap and snuggled her head under his chin. "You were right. It does make me feel easier."

"So, begin at the beginning."

"No, I think it makes more sense for me to begin at the end," Elissa whispered.

"Which is?"

"I hope you won't think I'm crazy, but I'm dead," she said.