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Books in the Thymeline Series
This series of books began – as far as my pc is concerned around circa 1995. That is when I first started or planned the idea of it. I hadn’t named the series Thymeline back then. I hadn’t named the series Thymeline back then. It was to be a book. A single book.
You see, I have always wanted to write a saga. Ever since I saw the movie – and then read the book – Centennial by James A. Michener. What a saga that book is. I loved it. I fell in love with it. I couldn’t get enough of it. The TV series was sensational, but the book WOW! I just had to write a book like that for myself.
Was I being too presumptuous to think that I could write a novel off that greatness? I didn’t think so. But first came my poetry, short stories and some other book ideas. I won’t bore you any more here – you can read a brief overview of each of the Thymeline books below. If you want to read a bit more, you’ll have to go to my books page for that.
Otherwise click on each tab here to see a brief review of each book in this series.
Happy reading.
Here we are at the very beginning of the Thymeline. It is the Olde Worlde. It is the Newe Worlde. It is Narramine.
It is the Dawn of Time. Before the Dawn of Time.
It is the awakening of the birth of Venus. The birth of the new Creation. The New Universal Plane. The beginning of Time itself.
It is said “In the beginning, there was nothing. Then the something showed itself. Therefore the nothing came into existence. For, without the nothing, the something could not exist.” And so it was.
Closer your eyes, then imagine, if you will, the Big Bang has just occurred; scattering all the dust, debris, the firmament. Stars became. The air became.
For “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 The earth was without form, and void; and darkness [a]was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.”
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. 4 And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light Day, and the darkness He called Night. [b]So the evening and the morning were the first day.
6 Then God said, “Let there be a [c]firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.” 7 Thus God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament; and it was so. 8 And God called the firmament Heaven. So the evening and the morning were the second day.
9 Then God said, “Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear”; and it was so. 10 And God called the dry land Earth, and the gathering together of the waters He called Seas. And God saw that it was good.”
So it says in Genisis 1: 1-9.
The Consciousness awoke. It mused and looked out into the firmament, the ether that it could see. It sensed, it heard, it saw. Yet it did not know itself yet. It had not awoken fully.
Then there was an entity that appeared to it. It appeared to be gentle and caring. It spoke to it. It seemed to know it. It even called it Sire.
Then another entity made itself known to it. This one spoke in rhythm, not rhyme. It spoke of two voices. One higher octave than the other. It spoke, and acted. Its face changed, its body changed. It did not appear to be whole, yet it was. It mocked and caressed. It laughed and cried. It called the other entity Oephelia.
The first entity came to know itself and when it awoke more fully, it was angry.
It was mighty and powerful.
It was called I. It was the Word. The Word Is I.
We meet the indomitable woman who is the Goddess of all She surveys. She is I-SIS daughter of Her Father. Strong, willful, and beautiful (reminiscent of the olde world where the Goddess of Beauty shone through the Emerald Tablet of olde.
She is the Eye of the New Universal Plane. The Seer of all She surveys. The realm in which she lives is Hers over which to rule. And doesn’t she rule it well.
She is the Hand of Faith that nurtures the land. The Hand that nurtures the sky. The Hand that nurtures the oceans, the rivers and the lakes. She is Goddess over all that there is. She is I-SIS.
She is Three souls. Three hearts. Three minds. She IS the Three Pillars – Knowledge, Vision & Wisdom. She is I-SIS.
She speaks in tongues. The tongues of the land, sea and air. She speaks to one. She speaks to all.
She is Love, yet she is not the Goddess of Love.
She is Beauty, yet she is not the Goddess of Beauty.
She is pale with skin of the moon, hair of night, lips of blood, eyes of the ocean and the sky.
She is The I-SIS. ISIS is Her.
Goddess ISIS.
This book is …
Number four in the series
Here in the desert we see …
This book was meant to be the last
Remembering Narramine finds us in the hot desert of Narramine. Arriving by plane a group of archaeologists, cooks, and scrubbers descend on the old barren landscape that has not seen a soul visit except for ghostly visitors or those ghost hunters hoping to find some resolution as to why Narramine dried up and what may have been left behind..
A family picnic finds a relic of years gone by – some thousands of years in fact – which tells a story of a child having once played in this field. Such a find does not grow in trees and has not been seen for many a year. Sandria Mc Auliffe entered the base gig to further discover any remnants which may surface, believing they lost everything during the great deluge.
Then there are others….
Other books that are in Sandy Cee’s repertoire right now, more commonly known as WIP (Works In Progress). Sandy is a writer who has always been writing, so let her introduce you briefly to three of her other books.
KEPTBOOKS by Sandy Cee
Isla finds life rather boring these days, having survived the deaths of both her parents and big brother. Traipsing through life on her own, she does not know what to do with herself but knows she must find a husband or go stark raving mad. Having seen the women on the street corner on the way to college, she decides that is the best approach, so dressing up as a courtesan, she went to work looking for Him. It didn’t take long as he came to be her second client and impressed her immediately with his charm, sophistication, and wealthy clothes.
She was spot on with her choice and after four years of happy marriage; she was looking forward to the birth of her second child.She knew this one would be a girl and was over the moon with this knowledge. However, fate intervened and matters changed with her rosy life one night with her beloved Henry working at the office late on a Sunday night. When the fates enter your life, it can turn upside down and inside out. To Isla, this was not unexpected. Her son would have his mother, but not so his father. Her daughter would be a profound memory and source of heartache, as well as her husband. Life had changed. Sometimes it was great, sometimes it was sad. But one thing was certain – she would make him pay for the sin he had committed.
THE HOUSE OF WITCHES by Sandy Cee
Every first born of this house is the inheritor of the magic. Every fist born of this house is the inheritor of the house. But the first born must not only have been born in this house, he/she must have lived most of their life, got married in that house and had children in this house to inherit it. The rules were not to be broken. Ever!
So it is in this house that three sisters were born and the second born came to be the inheritor. However, it transpired that her daughter also became a witch of some power and strange things happened to her throughout her married life, even though she had left her maternal home to be married elsewhere. Rules began breaking and it seemed that the house sometimes had a way of talking – simply by a telepathic communication.
But there were other forces behind this communication. Forces from an unseen worldly realm. Forces that knew no boundaries. What could happen next in this household? Hadn’t there been enough grief? Was the curse of the first born woman true? Was it true of all women and their marriages? Would the answer ever come?
Would the magic stay in the bloodline or would it mysteriously disappear? For all the answers to these questions, you’ll have to wait to read the book(s).
ON THE GRAPEVINE by Sandy Cee
Skye was the odd one out in this family. Yet she was a quiet girl who kept to herself. Not that she didn’t join in the fun and games of her two brothers – one older and one younger – she just got too and helped her mother with all the chores around the house and family farm. But her parents had differing opinions of their oldest daughter, often comparing her to the youngest, the baby in the family, little Sammi.
When Skye turned twelve, something strange overcame her and, to prevent further mishaps, her mother packed herself and her daughter off to a different town where the two could be safe and away from strange energies and nightmares.
Fast forward down the track about twelve years, Skye returned after being summonsed that her father had passed away and there was talk of an inheritance. It included the family home in the division, but Skye had to return for good if she was to inherit what her father had left her. Relationships were strained at the best with her siblings, so she was really worried about this idea. But as her mother had passed away a few years ago, she really felt lost now. It was a risk, but she felt she could at least see what was coming her way.
A family grown up with vintage grapevines, seeded by their father’s hand, was a different way of life to what Skye had known with her mother. But now she had the chance to find out how different it was. Accepting her inheritance, she made the life-changing decision to stay. Thus became a life of difficulties, the like of which she had not remembered before.
A story of love, hate, family feuds, success and friendship to death – us – do – part. A story of birth – marriage and life – to death. Reincarnation and back again to repeat the years over in different days, different relationships, but always in the same family.
