A LOVE FOR THE AGES - AN INTERNATIONAL ROMANTIC THRILLER FROM A.H. SCOTT - "RACK EM"

ROMANCE IS ALL IN A NAME.......


Manon loved Giacomo with all her heart. She sacrificed her treasures to get him out of prison. Seems like just another couple. Yet, her name was Manon Balletti. And, he is known more famously by his last name - Casanova......


With a little luck, romance touches the heart....


Excerpt -


Romance is beyond the bounds of time.

Three years after Giacomo Casanova's release from Paris' Fort-l'Eveque in 1758, a nonchalant conversation between the prison's warden and a guard was overheard.

A 16-year-old jail cleaner, Pepon Larionne, was in the process of collecting garbage in the hallway outside of Lieutenant Hugo Arrieyenne's office, while the warden and longtime prison guard, Edgar DeSaviage continued speaking to each other inside.

Pepon was one of three men who had the task of cleaning the warden's office, guard tower, and guard barracks. This night, it was Larionne's job to handle the outer hallway, which led to Lieutenant Arrieyenne's office. The other two jail cleaners had already started going towards the barracks. This young man, who seemed an unlikely vessel of history, became Cupid's messenger.

It was at this moment in 1761, when Pepon's fate changed for the better. Lieutenant Arrieyenne spoke to Edgar DeSaviage about Casanova's imprisonment and release in 1758. Manon Balletti, one of Giacomo Casanova's great loves, procured his freedom with a pair of diamond earrings in 1758.

The fabled lover had received mercy from a long prison sentence at the bequest of a beautiful woman. And, this is the story which followed through the years.

Preparing his office for the cleaners, Lieutenant Hugo Arrieyenne and guard Edgar DeSaviage emptied out desk drawers onto the floor, revealing several varied sized items, including a small canvas satchel.

As Pepon entered the warden's office, he kept his head low and mouth shut in their presence. The lowly jail cleaner scooped up bits of food, papers, and that canvas satchel with his hands.

The warden and guard stood chuckling at the dirty work which Pepon had to accomplish as they turned their backs on him and went back to speaking about Casanova and the diamond earrings.

Finishing up the cleaning of Arrieyenne's office, Pepon excused himself and grasped a large canvas sack full of garbage. In the hallway outside of the office, another large sack of trash was gathered by Larionne. Pulling the sacks behind him, Pepon left through the lantern lit prison entrance.

Larionne joined up with his fellow jail cleaners in the courtyard near the guard barracks. He never told the others about the tale of Casanova and Manon Balletti's connection to Fort-l'Eveque. Yet, it remained in the back of his mind, while taking his share of the sacks of garbage down towards an incline to be dumped.

Something that the warden and guard didn't realize when tossing out the desk contents onto the floor was the small satchel that contained those precious items of devotion from Manon to the previous prison warden.

What had been tossed out amongst spoiled food, soiled sheets and vomit, were the pair of diamond earrings. Pepon was also unaware of the situation, until shaking the canvas sack empty. A final item remained in the bottom of the sack. As the satchel revealed its contents, Larionne's eyes were affixed on a pair of earrings, a pen, and a slip of fabric as the satchel revealed its contents.

The simple man of bare means retrieved the trio of items and silently finished his duties for the night. His fellow cleaners were none the wiser for Pepon Larionne's fantastic find.

A conversation which he'd overheard from Arrieyenne and DeSaviage was not just a myth. But a reality, which was now wrapped in a dingy cloth with spots of mucus against Pepon Larionne's body.

The items weren't contained in a satin lined mahogany box to be delivered to a royal consort. But, they were transported within a filthy, loosened blouse of a lowly peasant.

Returning to his small cottage Pepon placed small sack into maple table. Alongside those earrings of Manon, a quill pen and square of lace were laid out by Pepon. The peacock feathers gave Pepon visions of Manon and Casanova's tandem pen craft. Just to imagine what each would place to paper remained more than enough for this the young man's imagination. The slight scent of lavender remained upon that lace.

Night turned to morn as he left the cottage for a short journey.

Pepon Larionne's only thoughts were to give this newly found gift to his beloved Vivienne Coupette. The sixteen-year old woman with a gentle smile was the core of Pepon's undying devotion. Maybe some of the herald grace of Manon and Casanova's love would rub off on Pepon Larionne.

The prison jail cleaner would never be King of France. But as he presented the diamond earrings, quill pen, and sliver of lace to the lady he loved, Pepon Larionne would be forever the prince of Vivienne's heart.

- End of Excerpt

For what Manon and Casanova shared in the past, a modern day couple are attracted in a melange of romance, adventure & danger..

Come on the journey in A.H. Scott's international thriller, "Rack Em".

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THE QUOTABLE A.H. SCOTT - Happiness.....

THE QUOTABLE A.H. SCOTT

"Happiness can be that moment you come to the realization that this is the person you are meant to be. You are this unique human being, crafted by the celestial winds. It's not from beyond your flesh, which produces this happiness. That isn't it. Happiness is when your heart beats with solace of knowing you are exactly the person that the heavens created to be. With imperfections, both seen and unseen; this is you. Of course, there are moments when happiness seems like a see-saw, which doesn't know whether to rise or descend. Reaching deep within ourselves, there is a switch that all of us must flip on. Ignited by an internal flame, your passion is revealed to all around you. At that point, your happiness is expressed freely towards others. When you can make another person happy, it makes you feel good inside, too. It's a level of being able to let your spirit completely reveal itself. Happiness is becoming comfortable in your own skin, without unease of what others may think of you. It doesn't matter what they think, for you've got that heavenly harmony in your heart. As long as your heart beats with the flame of curiosity and love, happiness is there. Happiness is yours - if you let the light in." - A.H. Scott

January 17, 2012

IT DON'T COME EASY - A RANT BY A.H. SCOTT

(..dedicated to all who write...)

(...and the thieves who can't....)

I read a posting (on Facebook) about plagiarism today. And, it set me off on this rant -

Message to anybody that has picked up a pen, pencil, crayon or chalk to place their thoughts in writing: "The gift of writing is the ability (for us who are authors) to be able to forget more about what inspired us to publish our writings, than whatever someone who thinks they can steal our words & thoughts will ever imagine to remember" - A. H. Scott.....

What's in a writer's mind is beyond what actually ends up as the final product on the page. It's a hell of a lot more than that. For myself, I have works that are actually ten to twenty times deep in background; which never gets seen in my finished works. Being blunt, every word I've ever written could be erased into the ether of time and I would still know more about the crumbs of what I've written than anyone looking in for some kind of cheap rip-off could attempt to recreate. Now, I'm not trying to be arrogant at all, as I make that point.

But, I am saying that a person who writes from the seeds within their own imagination, has the power to germinate a story or poem to its conclusion of harvesting something in the public eye.

We, as the writers of the universe, have been touched by an unseen fortune to envision the sunflowers. And, for me; I'm forever grateful for my ability to be blessed with a wonderful meadow of words in my head.

So, now I turn to the dark side of the coin of creativity...

Message to anybody that has been too damned lazy to come up with their own thoughts & use their own imagination: "To all who plagiarize and think they can cheat their way to the finish line of publishing; just remember the road to creativity can have some twists and turns that your small brains can't comprehend." - A.H. Scott....

Behind the pen, the poets/scribblers/writers/authors, all have one thing that the fakers/wannabes/corner-cutters will never be able to spell - TALENT..

Talent is something that just doesn't appear out of thin air. One day you wake up and suddenly sentences are strung together like freshwater pearls. Uh-uh-uh.

Anyone involved in writing, acting, music, dance; have all paid their dues in hard work. What we all have in common is that ability to hone our craft into something we can be proud of. As in anything worthwhile in life, there are no short cuts.

Practice. Practice. Practice.

Finally, I end this rant with the words from a man born Richard Starkey. Oh, you might know him by his performing name, Ringo Starr - "IT DON'T COME EASY"....

PEACE

XO

A.H. SCOTT

1/11/12