Shadow Across the Sun

“Whip-poor-will… whip-poor-will!” The bird’s call haunted Annette on their honeymoon. It was just superstition—after all, she and Jim were happier than they had ever been. The Stevens had been wrong! Life would be a thrilling, wonderful adventure.
Now it was different—Jim worked day and night; the baby cried; there was pitifully maladjusted Randy, the twins, dirty clothes, a sink piled high with dirty dishes, and a sketch on the drawing board. The world pressed in on her, Jim didn’t love her, God seemed distant, and friends couldn’t help. The burden of life was too much to bear and she knew that somehow she must escape. The song she sang in church was a lie and their marriage was a farce. It was useless to pretend that she was happy when she knew deep inside that it wasn’t so. Jim always avoided the responsibility of the home and the children—it was always “In a minute,” or he had an appointment, or he used one of many other excuses. Annette’s desire for release, her searching, the groping for return from a horrible maze of confusion and distress, draw the reader into an intense, captivating novel.
Shadow Across the Sun is the compassionately told story of intense mental anguish and suffering. It is a story of wounds healed by love and understanding.