Susan Frances Edwards
I was born in the city of York, and moved to Lorton in the Lake District when I was eight, spending my formative childhood years in one of the most beautiful places in the world. It's still my heart's home.
As a child I was read to by my parents and grew up loving books, especially those with rich and well-used language, as well as delighting in the natural world. These are now two of the most important aspects of who I am, along with a love for music, good food and company, a lively curiosity and a sense of humour.
I'm a member of The Whitehaven Writers, the Tolkien Society,the West Cumbria branch of the U3A, and am active in the Parish of Whitehaven. When the weather permits, I go out to the Solway coast or the Lake District with my camera in hand, and often get odd looks from walkers when I'm down on my knees taking a picture of moss or lichen or fungi. You can see some of my pictures and the writing they've inspired in my blog at - http://susanfrancesedwards.me.uk
I've lived and worked in many places around England as well as teaching for six years in Tanzania. I've been a Library Assistant, a Primary teacher, a Cub Scout Leader, An Anglican Parish Worker, a novice Franciscan Sister, and finally a self-employed Home Tutor. But after all that I've retired and settled back in Cumbria, in the Georgian port town of Whitehaven, and am very happy to be almost within sight and sound of 'home'.
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Beauty, Light and Music, Poetry and Prose
By Susan Frances Edwards
Published: February 8, 2014.
A first collection of poetry and short prose pieces ranging from the biographical, the descriptive and reflective, to the comic and philosophical.
Draakoa In Danger
Bruathimo and his Companions go to Draakoa to help its peoples find reconciliation after their many misunderstandings and conflicts, and to prepare for the prophesied disaster which will cause devastation on one continent and plunge their world into a two year winter.
The Great Gifts
The myldorangi of myldora have three great gifts, the remembering, the calling and the turning, but Bruathimo, a rarely silver-haired myldoran, has another gift, or is it a curse, he can sense others' emotions. Can he learn to control and use it before it destroys him? Are he and his heartfriend Poelimo, both born under the Grace, a sign from the great powers of approaching change on myldora?
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