Book cover for Water of Life
Praise for Water of Life “Delightfully peculiar.” ~ M. R. Sellars, Author of The Rowan Gant Investigations

1923. The Illinois backwoods. Sean Joye, a young veteran of the Irish Civil War, aims to escape faerie attention, atone for his assassin past, and make a clean new life in America. But his bootlegger friend, Caleb, is in danger. At least that’s the way Caleb’s girlfriend tells the story. As Sean treks through a November ice storm on a rescue mission, he braves greater threats than revenuers. The forest itself bristles with fae ill intent, and a strange old mountain woman would just as soon shoot Sean as feed him squirrel stew. People will die—or not die—unless Sean cracks the secret of Otter Springs and its water of life. This ebook is equal to around 24 pages in a physical book and will take most people about an hour to read.

cabin ozark water of life st louis zoo tin roof porch Miss Lutra's home in story
Cabin in the Missouri Streams display at the St. Louis Zoo. Photo Credit: Kathy L. Brown. When I saw it, I knew it was Miss Lutra’s home.

Water of Life, the concept for it, anyway, is an early tale, drafted while I was still working on my creative writing certificate. The story has grown and shrunk over the years, and at one time including a lot of Irish Revolution and Civil War information from Sean Joye’s backstory as well as Southern Illinois indigenous (primarily Shawnee) cultural information. I peeled away most of those details, which were in the way of the narrative. Water of Life is now very much roots music for me: The setting is my birthplace (although I grew up in St. Louis) and Miss Lutra was inspired—one way or the other—by the country-dwelling elders of my youthful memories.

blurry photo of my grandmother. In my memories she is bigger.
Grandma. Photo Credit: Probably taken by my father.
I love this photo. My grandfather on the right. I don't know who the other hunters are, are why they are so dressed up to hunt.
Grandpa on the right. Photo credit: unknown. Media in my possession