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Bohemian – a socially unconventional person, especially one who is involved in the arts.

I have never been that interested in going to art galleries and studying art. I have however always wanted to paint in oils. I have also always wanted to learn to play the piano and, just for kicks, live in such a way that I could dabble in the arts without having to worry too much about how I can pay my way.

In the real world my life has always been about working, striving to do what I do better and eventually working for myself. By 1979 I had acheived the working life I desired, had my independence and did my own thing.

But in reality I wasn’t working for myself, I was working for my my customers. Life has a way of moulding us, no matter what we believe is the truth of the matter.

So, as an unfulfilled bohemian, and a lover all things Queen, I give you the ultimate expression of a Bohemian lifestyle. The incomparable, Freddie Mercury and Queen.

The music says it all.

Copyright © Tom Kane 2020

The Brittle Sea (The Brittle Saga Trilogy Book 1)

The Titanic disaster sparks a bloody feud between families in early 20th century America.
Drama  –  Family Saga  –  Historical Fiction  –  Historical Romance

‘The ship shuddered once more and then lurched with shocking violence. Ice came crashing down onto the deck at the prow of the ship.’

‘The cold was beginning to bite into her. Fingers and toes were burning, becoming numb, despite the thick ship’s blankets she was wrapped in.’

‘Rostron knew those who didn’t make it into a lifeboat and jumped into the sea, even wearing lifejackets, were most likely dead due to the extreme cold.’

‘It was a scene from an age gone by, a saloon with sawdust on the floor, spittoons gathering dust and extract of human.’

‘Information was power and Harker wielded that power expertly, another string to his blackmailers bow.’

Branches scraped against a windowpane and suddenly she realised she didn’t know where she was. The last thing she remembered was a ship, the cold, the ice, the brittle sea.

‘Turmoil had put her body into a coma and until one or the other entity prevailed, life was on hold, delicately balanced on the edge of the abyss, and death.’

‘The girl pulled a small pistol from the sling with her free arm and levelled it at him. It was then, too late, that he knew who she was.’

‘In a final act of contrition, New York’s rain washed the blood away and the sins of a family washed into the gutter where they belonged.’





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