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Can love transcend time?

Please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend NANCY LOYAN!!

Every novel begins with an idea. My time travel, “Wishes and Tears” began with a find at an antiquarian bookstore. I secured a Memorial Volume, “San Francisco’s Horror of Earthquake, Fire and Famine,” penned in 1906, the same year as the catastrophic event. This first-hand account of this historic event, written in the dramatic fashion popular during the time, awakened my imagination.

The San Francisco earthquake and fire has so many nuances. One of the country’s largest and most beautiful cities was awakened to a major trembler at dawn, on April 18, when most people were just arising to start their day. Architecture collapsed. “Hundreds of millions of dollars of property was destroyed.” Soon, natural gas lines ruptured, and fire enveloped large swaths of the city. The once grand city was left in ashes. Those who survived, the walking wounded, gathered in city parks for refuge during the aftershocks. Famine and disease followed.

I pondered, “What if?” The novel was born.

Instead of writing an historical novel, I wondered how it would feel if a modern-day woman traveled back in time, right before the tragedy. Since I began writing the novel in 2006, it’s the period when the novel begins, which works favorably with the plot.

Faith Donahue is at a crossroads in her life. An accident tempts fate and lands her 100 years in the past. She awakens to a world she has only read about in history books. Being a teacher, she finds it both educational and frightening. Knowing that on April 18, 1906, the city of San Francisco would be leveled and burned to the ground, puts her in an awkward position.

Dr. Ian Forrester, a widower, rescues a woman the likes of which he has never met. Her skimpy attire, jewelry, and style is not of his era. When she awakens, her language, manner, and sense of time is off.

Faith enters his life, and turns it upside down.

Thanks to an understanding servant, Faith becomes the nanny to the doctor’s young son. She spars with the doctor’s spoiled fiancé.

A scientific man, Doctor Forrester questions Faith’s claim to be from the future, yet her gift of prophecy prevents personal tragedy. She is mysterious, as well as alluring.

Can love really transcend time?

I enjoyed writing this novel, one of my personal favorites. It brings together my love of history and romance. The characters resonate. I can envision actress Reese Witherspoon portraying Faith (hint, hint).

Unlock the barrier of time in a sweeping romance.

April 18, 2022 is the 116th anniversary of the Great San Francisco Earthquake and Fire. I will be running a 99-cent e-book promotion during that week.


Also, wherever books are sold …

BIO: Purveyor of the written word, Nancy Loyan  has been writing, ever since she began composing picture books for fellow students in elementary school. During the past twenty-five years, she has pursued writing professionally. She has covered the gambit, from penning history books on Cleveland, Ohio, to writing for local, regional and national publications, specializing in construction, architecture, design, profiles, histories, science and Middle Eastern dance.

A graduate of John Carroll University, Nancy holds a BSBA in marketing.  She also holds Associate degrees from Cuyahoga Community College in marketing and business management.

Nancy was commissioned to write and coordinate publication of a local history book,

On the Threshold of a New Century: The City of South Euclid, 1967-1999.  In 2008, Nancy was selected to research and write the narrative of an upscale coffee table book, Cleveland, Ohio: A Photographic Portrait, published by Twinlights Publishing out of MA.

Nancy loves to write fairy tales for adults, that unlock the barriers to love.

In Spring, 2011, her first novel, Paradise Found, multicultural women’s fiction set in the exotic Seychelles Islands, was published. After, she had five women’s fiction/romance novels published with Crimson Romance (now a division of Simon and Schuster): Lab Test, Wishes and Tears, The Right Combination, Hearts of Steel and Special Angel. She has since regained the rights and has republished several of these titles. Her first foray into self-publishing was her historical women’s fiction novel, Champagne for Breakfast. Her novels, A Kiss in the Rain and A Cloud Over the Sun areset at the esteemed Chautauqua Institution in New York State, where she has taught writing, and has spoken before its Literary Circle. In 2015, her novel was featured in the Chautauqua Bookstore, where she held a successful book signing in the famous Author’s Alcove.  She was interviewed for an article in The Chautauquan Daily newspaper and was a guest on WJTM-Jamestown, New York radio.

She has subsequently published a speculative science Fiction novel, Afterlife.

Nancy also instructs writing for the Cuyahoga County Public Library system and the Shaker Arts Council. She has had numerous speaking engagements and book signings. In 2017, she was interviewed on a local cable television show, Cable 9’s “Mind, Body, Spirit.”

When not writing, Nancy teaches Middle Eastern dance as “Nailah.” She has incorporated dance and writing into a contemporary, small-town series, Pharaoh’s Daughters (Dancing to a Different Drummer, Dancing in the Dark, Dancing on Air). She enjoys traveling the world, and shares her life with her husband and English Pointer.

Nancy is very active on social media. She has an author page (Nancy Loyan), a dance page (Nailah) on Facebook. She is also active on Goodreads, Twitter, LinkedIn, TikTok and Pinterest.

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Will her fiction become our truth?

Windmills1Today I’m sharing an excerpt from WINDMILLS, the first book in my post-apocalyptic trilogy THE COLOR OF FEAR. This piece gives us insight into Valery Paz, and a glimpse  into her history.


Before she stepped over the threshold, Valery Paz patted her two front pockets. The left one held the book she was currently reading, a fantasy story about a modern-day barista and a glass slipper, the right a fully loaded pistol she wasn’t afraid to use.
     Yep, Uncle Dave, you’d be proud of this little Latina. Self-defense: Never leave home without it.
Wary of the street after hearing about Kwan’s encounter with the gang, she set off at a swift pace, spurred on by the damp chill in the air, her well-worn sneakers making hardly a sound. Twenty blocks along Broadway,  then a right turn, then up to the attic of a small house just past Jackson Square, and she’d be home. She could sit by her tiny window and look out over the bay near the Embarcadero.
If she was lucky, and the fog held off, she might catch a glimpse of the Golden Gate.
The bridge still seemed more like another fantasy to her than reality, even though she’d seen it in clear weather, swathed in fog, and in dozens of different states in between.
She hadn’t lived in the city before the Second Holocaust. Then, she’d been the nearest thing to a Valley Girl at Everett Alvarez High School in Salinas, about a hundred miles south of San Francisco, her daily language peppered with southern California slang. She’d been slated to graduate salutatorian of her class, bound for Stanford. The Second Holocaust ended the school year early.
Then it ended a lot of things early.
Her younger brother had died first, but in the twelve months afer the SH, she’d lost her mother and “Uncle” Dave too. Her parents had broken up years before, but her dad had always stopped in when his sales job brought him within shouting distance. It had been maybe a month before the SH when he stopped in before heading to southern California. She hadn’t seen him again.
She’d buried her mother and Dave, then packed a duffel bag with her dearest possessions and those her family had treasured as well. She had to go somewhere,
but where?
People came through town, heading to Colorado or New Mexico, and said San Francisco was at least providing some services to residents. Valery had some very
fond memories of the city by the bay, one visit in particular when she’d gone shopping with her mother as a young adolescent. They’d had warm sourdough bread and
shrimp cocktail from a cart on Fisherman’s Wharf and toured Chinatown, just the two of them. Her mother had bought her a new pair of shoes and a tiny cable car ornament
for their Christmas tree. A magical day.
That’s what made up her mind.

val and san

Xi San and Valery Paz

Six months now since she’d moved here, and she still sought real direction. When she was younger, she’d wanted to be a fashion model. She was tall enough, and when she only let herself eat lettuce—for a week or so—she could be skinny enough. It wasn’t like modeling scouts came through Salinas, though. And Mama wouldn’t take me to the city to try out. Not till I was eighteen.
She muttered, “Well. Now I’m eighteen, Mama. Look at me. Sneaking around the streets after dark like some matón.”
Kwan said the Enforcer had rescued her from the gang. A tendril of wistful thought wound itself around Valery’s heart. When will I have a white knight riding out to save me, huh?
Even as she wished for that person who might be waiting out there, somewhere, she shoved that idea aside.
That’s why I’m better off. I don’t need saving.
Besides, she didn’t intend to stay in San Francisco all her life.
She reached her house without incident and ran up the steps, scanning the street  before she opened the door. Once she was safe inside, she triple-locked it and headed
upstairs to her room, locking the door to the attic as well. She tossed her pea jacket onto her bed, a mattress on the floor she’d dragged up the narrow steps, then lit several
candles. When everything was arranged to her liking, she rummaged through her “pantry,” a cardboard carton of cans and boxes of food she’d collected over the
last few weeks. One can called for her attention, and she took it out, cradling it in her hand. The brilliant orange of the mangoes on the Goya juice can reminded her of the
ambrosial juice awaiting her inside. She could almost taste the sweet tartness on her tongue.
She popped open the top and took a small sip, letting it roll around her mouth like the finest wine. Amazing.
She leaned down to glance out the window before settling in, disappointed that the cool, wet air had brought along a flood of fog that covered the waters of the bay. No bridge-gazing tonight. What else to do?
She plopped down on the worn blue beanbag chair she’d wrestled up the steps the first week she’d arrived. It was just like the one her brother Jimmy’d had, back in the
day. Before…
The loneliness was starting to get to her. She should leave. Comparing the number of survivors in the site of the SH attack, San Diego, and San Francisco, she could extrapolate
the differences between San Francisco and other parts of the country. The farther east you went, the better the chances there would be a healthier population.
Who knew? Maybe they still had fashion runway shows in New York City.
     Si, chica, the models, they are very skinny this year…skin and bones…well, maybe bones without the skin…
A chill ran up her back, the black humor a little too close to truth.

Terrorists launch a plague in the United States that spreads to kill most of the world’s Caucasian population. As the deadly bioweapon mutates, Tzu Lin Kwan’s father, a renowned medical doctor and biologist, defects from China to MB910216387help develop a cure. His  only daughter, Lin Kwan, is left behind in Hong Kong with her aunt.
Then Kwan’s father summons her from across the sea to bring him Chinese medicinal herbs. Lonely and missing her parents, she accepts the challenge, traveling with her sensei Li Zhong to the New World.
But a Chinese spy is on her trail, determined to kill her and Li Zhong, and when Kwan discovers her father has disappeared, she sets out on a journey to find him and deliver her precious cargo, a quest that she may not survive.
Buy it here!   
Available at online outlets and can be ordered at your local bookstores. First in the series, from Zumaya Publications.  Find out more about the series at the Color of Fear tab above!


Can reality rival fiction? Read some post-apocalyptic novels for hope

MB900301060“Hope?” you say? From all these stories of civilization torn down, people in chaos, life destroyed?


It may seem contrary, when real life is at a frightening point. But one common thread in much of this fiction is the inherent goodness of man. For every toilet-paper hoarding idiot, there is a Stu Redman fromThe Stand.  For every self-serving politician, there is a Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead. Even in Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, which is about the most bleak, horrifying, hopeless story ever, in the end there is a moment of humanity.

I believe we’re starting to see it now, in the communities around the world. People are beginning to reach out to others, while observing the new rules and realities of Covid-19 times.  Italians confined to their homes sing to each other to boost morale. Local restaurants in my city  make sure kids have lunch while schools are closed, and surely they can least afford it, since restaurant attendance is down.  People shop for their at-risk elderly neighbors who should not be out.  Granted, we are early in the process, and things may become more desperate as it lingers on. But humans are best at doing human.

Dystopia_promoMy own post-apocalyptic YA series THE COLOR OF FEAR is founded on that issue of hope, and the conviction that those who stick to the path of right will triumph in the end over those who espouse hate and fear.

Tzu Lin Kwan, Xi San, Valery Paz, Eddie Garrick, Marie, Arik and all the others who try their best for their fellow humans are inspirational, and some of the favorite characters I’ve created. Not only do they fight the results of a terrorist plague, but they also oppose the white supremacist cult leader Gabriel and his Angels, who take advantage of the decimated population and the fears of the remaining white men and women to try to overthrow what remains of a poorly-organized government. The first book, WINDMILLS, takes the reader from Hong Kong to San Francisco; the second, DESTINATIONS, tells what happens as the ethnic survivors band together in the face of Gabriel’s threat, and the yet-to-be-released ADVERSARIES will reveal what happens when the inevitable clash of the two occurs. Find out more at the COLOR OF FEAR tab above.

In the meantime, there are many other books that can remind you about the good that may come from tumultuous, post-apocalyptic times:

If you prefer movies, check these out:

Have you met Eddie yet?

eddieEddie Garrick is one of my favorite characters of the Color of Fear series–he’s telling the story of his journey across a virus-devastated America in the Splendid Expedition of Eddie Garrick, Esquire.   Come check out his backstory, and get ready for the next book, DESTINATIONS, coming from Zumaya Publications in July 2014.


Are you ready for Eddie?

Eddie Garrick, teenage electrogeek and wunderkind

Eddie Garrick, teenage electrogeek and wunderkind

Today begins a new column here at the Worlds of Fancy, where one of the characters in The Color of Fear series gets the chance to share his story, one that isn’t told directly in WINDMILLS or DESTINATIONS. His life and journey, however, impact all the other characters’ lives in ways they could never have suspected.

Credit Flickr Photos, Donna Sutton Creative Commons license

Credit Flickr Photos, Donna Sutton– Creative Commons license

Eddie’s wry observations of life on the road as he leaves the home he’s always known in San Francisco for a life away from the smell of death and the danger of the street gangs. He didn’t intend to go alone, but when his best and only remaining friend Xi San refused to give up his self-appointed job as vigilante protector of their Pacific Heights neighborhood, he didn’t have much choice.

Eddie may no longer have the cutting blog he loved back when they had internet as free as running water, but he can cut and piece a good journal together. You’re invited to come along on his journey. You might see some country you’ve never seen. You might meet some people you’d never have imagined you’d know. But you will meet one indomitable spirit, who helps save what’s left of America after the terrorist attack known as the Second Holocaust.

Windmills Finalbanner2Read The Splendid Expedition of Eddie Garrick, Esquire now!

(For more on the story, click the WINDMILLS tab above–and stay tuned for DESTINATIONS, coming this summer from Zumaya Publications!)

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