The Author's previous series, Sunny of the Old Southwest has received almost exclusively 5 star reviews.
Quality Fiction is Imagined Reality.
Quality Fiction is Imagined Reality.
Sailing to Windward
In 1897, sheltered, entitled, provincial, twenty-three year old Rosario Lopez flees home and family on the island of Cebu to avoid her selfish stepfather's demands: marry his friend, an older man who is a sexual pervert, or be sent to a convent. Now, as she tries to secure passage on a trading schooner that roams from mainland Southeast Asia to scattered Polynesia, her sister, Teresa, a year older and equally charming, has disappeared months earlier, perhaps for fear of being forced to take Rosario's place in the marriage. No one really knows why she's gone or where she is.
Book 1 of "Magandang Pilipinas"
Those Who Trespass
In 1900, as Panay became more volatile, the father of Angelina Pilar Perez sent her to Cebu, which was ever more quiet, though it had its part in a war that was scattered across the whole archipelago as well. The Americans burned Iloilo City in ninety-nine when they landed, because of the rebel fire directed at them, and Peck had burned Dumangas in June of nineteen hundred for the same reason. Intrigue, confused loyalties, and such were the problem, and Miguel Alejandro Perez knew not whether he and his sons would survive it, being pulled by both sides as they were. He must make sure his daughter did.
Book 2 of "Those Who Trespass"
To the End of the World
1902 . . . It was delivered by the normal post, having been dropped in the mail by someone returning from the Philippine Islands. The envelope was small and wrinkled slightly and a bit soiled. There was no return address and the message was quite short and in Spanish.
Sunny looked at the letter, just a note really, and at the photo of the girl. Casual pictures would not be common in the Philippines for people hiding in a war, so there was no picture of the two of them. She did not know how her son looked now, and it pained her. She looked at the formal photo of the native girl. Her name was Spanish; but, like many of the Mexican girls, she was Indio with perhaps some little Spanish. She did not look half Spanish like some Mexican women did. She was not a mestiza, and there was an oriental look that differed from the Mexicans as well. She must have included the image as an informal introduction of herself. It was obviously all the girl could do, as formal as circumstances would allow. There was something Spanish about the formal native dress, as the picture was from just below the waist up. She wore in fact a blend between the formal native baro’t saya and its Spanish influenced María Clara, but the Texas ranch woman could not know that. Sunny had heard that her son was in a wild tropical wilderness, but she held in her hand a picture of what seemed like a refined, somewhat aristocratic young woman.
“I don't like this girl,” she said. “She is too native.”
Standing on the front porch of the Double H Ranch at dusk with the red sunset glowing just behind and to the right of them, Aaron took the picture from his Navajo wife and studied it a moment and then, handing it back, replied, “Look at it closely or, perhaps better, ‘casually’; and try to rein in your prejudice.”
Sunny took it and looking at him surprised and defensively said, “I have no prejudice.”
“You just said she’s too native; you're a hundred percent native yourself. He loves his mom. When he seeks a true lover, a man looks for his mother in a girl, Sunny.”
She looked at it and then up at him with an inquisitive stare.
“Sunny, she looks just like you. Well, I mean the nose is a little smaller, but look at her. She's you twenty years ago.”
The Navajo woman looked intently at the picture and her husband saw a slight smile curl her mouth at the corners.
Book 3 of "Magandang Pilipinas" . . . Book 5 of "Sunny of the Old Southwest"
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