J L Mulvihill

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After 6 years of waiting fans of the Lost Daughter of Easa will be happy to know that at last the sequel has been released.

RETURN TO EASA
Death Is Not Predictable.

Death is losing its hold in the land of Authora. As the dead rise and sleepers awake, the weaving of webs begins and the lines blur between the two worlds as memories fade from one to another. Elsie Lind is slowly remembering and regaining her past, but in doing so, she has become an outlaw and now the most coveted woman in Authora. As word of her return spreads throughout the land, a change has come and not even the dead will rest. The Spider Witch, now free of her prison, will not be deterred from her plans. She will stop at nothing to secure Elsie as a means to her own power. But, who else seeks the benefit of the heir to the throne of Easa? A benefit such as being able to control the dragons could make grand plans more than possible. What evil awaits? What plans have been set in motion?
Who will Return to Eas…

Three days and five student interns trapped in a war zone far from their native countries. The balance of life or death hangs on race, religion and culture branded by stereotypes for the souls in the 7Cages.

Like thick molasses the balmy air coats my skin.
I inhale intoxicating aromas of wisteria, magnolia, and honeysuckle. 
I breath the heavy air laced with cotton seed and pollens. 
Blue eyes transfix on numerous hues of greens and golds vibrant on a sultry afternoon. 
Songs of the cardinal overshadowed by the mockingbird and crows resonate in my ears. 
I sit in silence taking in the plethora of sight, and sound until at last I know, 
I have come to sense the South.
By: J. L. Mulvihill 2017

So this year I met some new friends at Southern Geekfest including a group of guys going around making videos and interviewing everyone. They have a lot of videos posted which are pretty cool. Check them out on youtube.com/dicejunkies.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Lg-iURfWvhc

“I’m proud of you mama,” says my daughter in a text message. She had just read the article Johnny Lowe did about me in the Hometown Clinton Magazine. Those words are the most precious to me and when I hear them from the lips of my children I know I have done something good in my life. 
     In this issue of Hometown Clinton, released today, Johnny Lowe wrote an article about me as a writer. I was very flattered when he asked if he could interview me for an article and we spoke for hours at the coffee shop. Johnny is a fascinating person to talk to and it sometimes felt like I was interviewing him.       When I received the text from my daughter I drove to the library and grabbed an issue. Imagine my surprise and delight to see that I have an honored spot in the same magazine issue with an article about the Clinton Arrows football team winning the State Championship and their stars Cameron Akers, Sidney Wells and Jordyn Leonard. We take our football very seriously here.   Though I g…

WE ARE BUT A BREATH We are but a breath. The morning sunrise and moonlit nights mark the calendars and passing of time, And words of wisdom from long ago may fade as we grow more muddled of mind. But not you. You did not sit and idle your days on memories and dreams lost or never declared, Putting ink to paper you embraced the words determined your thoughts would be shared. We will not forget. Your laughter, your tears, your friendship and anger, the you we come to know so well, and because of your words and the stories you told, in our hearts you will always dwell. We are but a breath, but words last forever.
By: J L Mulvihill
In memory of her friends and authors,  Tom Garrett, William Hodge, Doris June Myers Hodge, and Meralyn Peterson.
01/28/2017