Don't Ya Know: What I know, think I know, and know I don't know

The woods at Ke'was End

DON'T YA KNOW is the first novel I've written.  The story takes place on Corycian (Core'seen) Island in the early 20th century as Islanders cope with the change a new time period enforces.

Once odorous fish-processing plants dotted the New York shorelines; however, by 1900 they have been replaced with grandly gracious homes; breezy, yacht clubs; and palatial, resort hotels.

The indigenous community of Corycian Island watches as a new culture disembarks from the Westside Ferry. Lovelorn secretaries, sharp-eyed spiritualists, breathless bachelors, wealth-seeking developers, idiot klan members, disgraced priests, naive nuns, and muscular Christians arrive. They are shoreless refugees seeking a connection to the ether sifting through the universe.  

It is said such a vortex exists on the east point of the Island at Ke'was End, where the Runapewak, the tru-people, are stewards
of the land, protecting it for Mother Earth and Father Sky.

Runapewak. The Tru-people. All-a-wanna.

Large docks extend from Corycian's Strand Hotel

Great American Planes stand tall on Ke'Was End

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