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About The Book

The Legend of Shiloh Woods is a Fairy Tale of present times. It takes a fresh look at the inner workings of nature. Do Fairies and Elves really exist? How do seeds germinate? What is time, anyway?

Set in the Ozark Mountains, this fun and fanciful tale speaks to ecology and environmental issues. A primer of metaphysical truths, it is intended to be both enjoyable and informative.

Readers are encouraged to keep an open mind while exploring the possibility that in nature things are not as simple as they seem. –more exists than is obvious.

The central character is a free-lance writer who is selected to convey ecology issues to the human population. In preparation for this role, he is educated through hands-on experience and interaction with creatures he previously thought existed only in myths or dreams.

Work and dedication, however, are not without reward. He attains happiness when an impossible romance becomes a reality.

Excerpt From the Book

Worten had expected my response of utter astonishment. Words didn’t come at first. I stuttered and I began one sentence three times before getting it out.

“Never have I seen anything this beautiful, never!” My words were hushed. I felt like an altar boy from a country parish who had just walked into Notre Dame Cathedral. Worten’s face was split by a grin that showed his irregular teeth. He kept his eyes on me. I was looking at thousands of moving lights reflecting and refracting through diamond clear stalagmites and stalactites. The cavern was some two hundred feet from floor to ceiling. I tried to compare it to domed stadiums I had visited…the Superdome, Kingdome, Silver-dome…this interior was a large as any of those.

Our perch was about halfway up one wall…the floor some ten stories below and the ceiling equally as far above us. Across the cavern, to our left, a waterfall cascaded into a small pool at the base of the wall. A clear, narrow stream spilled from the pool and wound around the near side of the cavern floor below us. Faint splashing made by the water were the only sounds to be heard. The moving lights gave a glow to the entire room. The color was a soft white with just a hint of pink. As my eyes adjusted to the glow, I saw form and shape in each small light.

“Aye, ye be right. These be the nature spirits a tha forest. Yew’ll see Elves, Pixies and Fairiesenterin’ soon…”

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