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Thomas Hollyday brings to life modern Chesapeake characters in his fictional shipbuilding town of River Sunday, a place located at a crossroads of today’s world. Reviewers praise his rich sense of place, animals and nature coupled with a vibrant imagination. His words resonate with a deep awareness of history and legend, reminiscent of Michener and Follett. From pre-history to the present, marauders have disturbed this land and its people when tribes, pirates, soldiers, criminals and, some say, even ghosts have come to do evil. These are the stories he relates. His novels have been compared to “pocket battleships,” with interwoven story lines, intriguing mysteries, beautiful love affairs and unique characters in carefully scripted pages. There is humor too as Tom draws on a comedic sense honed from an accomplished cartoonist background. Critics praise his ability to take the reader into thrilling suspense and to make him or her “see the blood” and “breathe the swamp air.” His books are enjoyable sojourns into a fascinating world and are definitely must reads on today’s bookshelf.
The River Sunday Romance Mystery series of books are available through Amazon and other retailers as well as Ingram and Baker&Taylor distributors in both print and eBook:
The ancient Native Americans thought that they had an invincible weapon to protect them from their enemies. The legend of Magnolia Gods decries their foolishness. This is the story of a modern effort to possess such a weapon.
On July 4, 1946, Navy Captain Edward Lawson attempted to fly an experimental seaplane into the hands of the Soviet Union. The top-secret plane crashed in the Atlantic Ocean before he could succeed with his traitorous action. His body, and the wreck of the plane, were lost at sea. Mike Howard runs a small aviation museum, and, several decades later, his war-hero family still feels the sting of Lawson''s unpatriotic actions. When Mike is pressured by Lawson''s grandson, Jesse, to mount a search for the traitor''s corpse, his first instinct is to vehemently refuse. However, his scholarly instincts quickly get drawn into the hunt, and he soon realizes that there is much more to the story. As Mike''s corporate sponsors passionately lobby for him to stop stirring up old issues, it is made clear to him just how tangled the web of espionage has become. Soon bodies are dropping like flies and Mike is forced on the run. He desperately unravels the threads of deceit, scrambling for the truth before his own life - and the lives of those he loves - are brutally added to the list of sacrificed men of conscience.
Book Readers Review
Magnolia Gods is another great book by Thomas Hollyday. This is the second book in the series River Sunday Romance Mysteries. The theme of the novel is about an experimental seaplane and the mystery surrounding its disappearance July 4th, 1946. Mike Howard who runs a small aviation museum, becomes involved in the intrigue several decades later. According to the legend handed down through time, Navy Captain Edward Lawson attempted to fly the top-secret seaplane into the hands of the Soviet Union. Lawson did not succeed and it was believed the plane crashed in the Atlantic Ocean. Both the seaplane and the captain were presumed to be lost sea. Under pressure from Jesse James Lawson, grandson of Edward Lawson, Mike agrees to search for the missing plane and its pilot. In a desperate bid to solve the mystery, Mike finds himself on the run for his own life and those of his loved ones. As the story unravels there is an element of espionage, aviation and military history.
I have read and reviewed China Jewel by Thomas Hollyday and now Magnolia Gods. Thomas has done it again! Magnolia Gods is an exciting, fast paced, action packed mystery that will keep you turning the pages. The characters are well developed, Thomas makes them come alive through his descriptive writing. Mike, one of the main players, the successful entrepreneur, evolves as the story progresses. The transition is smooth, from museum owner to reluctant adventurer, finally overcoming a fear that has haunted him for many years. I like Thomas' descriptive writing and enough background and historical detail that make the people and events true to life. Aviation, military, espionage, action, and mystery with a hint of romance, are elements that spurred my interest in Magnolia Gods. Hollyday has done an excellent job in creating a story that will appeal to a large audience. I look forward to reading more of this author's books. A Kindle copy was received as a complimentary copy for a fair review by M. Hollyday, published by Solar Sipper Publishing, Division of Happy Bird Corporation.
From Chapter One, Magnolia Gods
4 PM, June 28
Eight 50 caliber machine guns, barrels still intact inside corroded tubular cooling jackets, sat silent under salt water in large specially designed tanks. These old guns, once part of a powerful fighter bomber’s armament, still shimmered, even in their disrepair, with memories of terrifying power.
Near the guns, on the stained and cracked concrete floor of the converted hanger, were other tanks filled with parts of the P47 Thunderbolt that the team from the Museum of Historic Aviation had recovered from the bottom of the Atlantic in what was considered by their fellow historians as a triumph in marine archeology and World War Two historical research. The tanks were arranged in the pattern of an aircraft and viewed from above, resembled a careful explosion, with each containing appropriately located parts of wings, rudder and fuselage. Then, the piece de resistance, the most important underwater recovery, was the great radial engine assembly, its four bent propeller blades still attached, in a tank in front.
On the wall was proudly hung the banner of Aviatrice Corporation, the venture capital firm which had provided special funding for the tanks and the instruments to restore the old plane. Other foundations and their posters were also in evidence, but the Aviatrice banner was the most prized, won by the young museum manager, Mike Howard, in his ceaseless search for funding.
Working around the sides of another tank, this one narrower and in the center of the workspace, were the technicians who had carried out the state of the art technical preservation and restoration. Jeremy, chief technician, with his earrings that showed him obviously of a younger generation than the others, who had been with the project from the start and had endured the sea salvage, operated the levers of a shop hoist which was raising a section of corroded metal from the tank. His boss, Mike Howard, thirty-five, the director of the museum, whose dream and perseverance had brought the project through the search, the salvage and the restoration, was stretched over the side of the tank, holding the metal from scraping the container side. The two men could not have been more different in appearance, Jeremy dressing like he seldom left his computer screen with his beard and blue jeans, Mike, hair carefully combed, wearing the blue blazer and khaki trouser uniform of a Delaware museum official. The three others, all experienced mechanics, one of them whistling the tune “Little Brown Jug,” were equally devoted and proficient.
“This salt water stinks,” said Jeremy. He had long red hair that touched his neck. Jeremy, Mike could see from the happy expression on his face, was in his own kind of heaven, whether a putrid smell existed or not. Jeremy was a technician and dedicated, and this was his day, working with a thousand broken and corrupted pieces of metal, each one enticing him in a different technical way. Mike had suggested to Jeremy many times that his ideal girlfriend would be another techie so the two of them could work on rust the rest of their lives.
Mike freed one hand to rub his nose, broken and skewed years ago in championship college boxing. Standing there, Mike could be seen as a successful entrepreneur with brains, guts, good looks except for the nose and dressed as well as his salary would allow.
The hoist engine purred as Jeremy eased the aircraft fragment upward. On the metal was a faded white star with two of its five prongs shattered by the force of a long ago explosion.
“It’s like our divers reported. That’s where the submarine deck gun hit her,” said Mike, letting go of the metal which swung freely and clear of the sides. He still had the slight drawl of a Delaware native even after all the years of education farther north.
“The military had its head up its ass when they reported this pilot was negligent,” said one of the mechanics, chewing his tobacco a little harder. He and his two aircraft associates had been on projects like this before and were in for the duration, reassembling the wreckage into an exhibit that would raise greatly needed revenue for the Museum.
The workman was right, Mike thought. The Navy had at one time classified the pilot of this aircraft as foolhardy, as inexperienced and as careless. Finding the plane had proved all this wrong. Instead, the cannon hole in the plane proved the pilot not only courageous, but clever and patriotic in taking on the enemy when he did and at the loss of his own life. In Mike’s office were letters and newspaper accounts of the Navy’s recent public apologies to the pilot’s still living wife and children and the posthumous awarding of a greatly deserved medal.
The mechanic with white hair stopped whistling and said. “He were doing his duty, was all.”
“You’ve lifted it high enough,” said Mike. Jeremy halted the crane.
The white haired mechanic continued, “Them Thunderbolts were nose heavy. Pilot had to work to bring her into the ocean as smooth as he did, especially all shot up. Most of them jug pilots knew their stuff.” He began whistling again.
“Republic built them tough in the first place and she stayed together when she hit the water. We never would have found her otherwise,” said Mike.
“Lucky for the Museum,” said Jeremy.
“Too bad for his family his remains are long gone into the ocean. I was pretty sure we wouldn’t find any of him,” said Mike.
“Anyway, this should be a real draw for the Museum,” said Jeremy. “Say, don’t you know another song, Charlie?”
The older man stopped, “You’re gonna get used to it, Jeremy. You want World War Two exhibits; you got to learn the songs too.”
Thomas Hollyday (1942-present) was born in Easton, Maryland. His father was an acclaimed photographer and his mother a brilliant teacher.His father's family were active in the history of Maryland since its settlement while his mother's family were prominent in Democratic Party politics. His grandmother's family descended from a well known German industrial family of Baltimore. He grew up in the southern atmosphere of the Eastern Shore with its maritime and military heritage. He studied writing with Elliott Coleman at the prestigious Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars and with C.Michael Curtis of the Atlantic Monthly. He served with distinction in Vietnam and became a successful international businessman.He also drew illustrations for national magazines and published maritime and Civil War history. He currently edits the Wet Their Whistles newsletter for animal water rights (solarsippers.com). He draws the popular humorous Animal Viewpoint Cartoons for newspapers. He continues to please his fans with new novels in his River Sunday Romance Mysteries collection. In his fiction he describes his recurring theme that human settlers since prehistoric times in the Chesapeake region have left a mist of legend and history that permeates its modern stories with a certain compelling truth. At the same time he incorporates the stories of machines with those of their human owners. Each novel, located in the small town of River Sunday, Maryland, also records the continuing beautiful nature of the area. His writing portrays today's problems, conflicts, and memorable local characters with their loves and their combat with evil.
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AUTHOR River Sunday Romance Mysteries
INVENTOR Solar Sipper non electric outdoor solar heated water stations
ILLUSTRATOR Animal Viewpoint Cartoons