The  ‘Beyond’ Trilogy February 2017 Newsletter

The ‘Beyond’ Trilogy February 2017 Newsletter

J. Winfield Currie: A Colorful Author with a Fresh, New Voice


If you’ve read my novels you have met Kathryn MacLean, a passionate, dynamic young woman who eagerly embraced England’s resolution to bring its American Colonies to heel in the Revolutionary War. And in so doing, Kathryn relinquished all she had once held dear.

You may also recall Lord Cornwallis’s pride and joy, the infamous TRIO, scourge of the South: Col. Jason Tarrington, Lt. Jack Jackson, and Kathryn … its amalgamating force. Each time Kathryn fearlessly galloped onto the battlefield, flanked by the two men she loved beyond all reason, she risked facing her rebel militia brother, Jamie, who would not hesitate to kill her first … for her betrayal.

Kathryn was a strong-willed young woman who fully accepted the consequences of her choices without complaint or lingering regret. Did she come by such unique abilities naturally … or did she have help?

 An enlightening scene from A Matter of Destiny

Mairi hung a second wet sheet on the line and snugged it against the first, enjoying the few quiet moments of gathering her thoughts without interruption … until a boisterous yell yanked her back to reality. Smiling, she turned to greet her daughter … and gasped. “Kathryn, what have ye done?” she demanded, a look of horror spreading across her typically calm features.

What dismayed her mother was not the wide gap left by two baby teeth Kathryn had willfully yanked out that morning … but the long, tawny braid held clutched in her fist.

“Did yer brother do that to ye?” she demanded, eyeing her little girl’s cropped hair critically.

Kathryn shook her head vehemently, but it took only a glance to see the truth of the matter. “Then why did ye choose to do such a thing to yer beautiful hair?”

“Hair cut like Jamie’s will make me stronger and smarter,” she replied defensively.

“So ye think yer Mam is not as strong or smart for being a woman with long hair?”

Kathryn thought a moment, then shrugged. “Ye are as smart, actually smarter, Mam, though I wouldna say that in front of Da. But stronger … nae … and that is the truth of it.”

“Where are ye going now?” Mairi asked tartly.

“Jamie’s gonna teach me to rope a pony,” she crowed, and tossing the braid to her mother, turned and sped away.

“One of these days, Jamie, I fear ye will sadly regret …  And you, Ian my love, are just as much to blame as yer son.” Picking up her laundry basket, Mairi headed for the house. 

“If ye dinna cut yer sister’s hair, Jamie, I know full well ye goaded her into it. Damn it …” she muttered, swearing for the first time in her life … and felt decidedly better.

Until next month, Joan

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