27 May 2016

Published May 25, 2016 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction/Teaser

Not exactly an excerpt from FROM SILT AND ASHES

Word Count: 99


               Quinnon’s drunken accusations reprised like a canon in Ulrich’s head. How could Quinnon accuse his own sister of murder? No one could deny she had a fiery temper—but murder? Surely not!

              Ulrich stood on the ship’s deck beside her. The moon’s reflections flickered on the waves like radiant sea creatures. A salt laden breeze ruffled his hair and chilled him through his thin shirt. Despite his raging mind, he relished the cool ocean spray on his face.

              Catherine leaned her head on his shoulder. “What’s the matter, Ulrich?”

              “I have to know. Did you kill your son?”


ULRICH DIETRICH Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

CATHERINE DIETRICH Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

QUINNON FLANNERY Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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106 comments on “27 May 2016

    • Dear Archon,

      Longer passage would make it clearer. All is explained in my second novel FROM SILT AND ASHES. This is sort of an excerpt and meant to be teaser.
      I do mean ‘canon.’ Ulrich is a musician, which alas is not explained here.
      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.




  • I love the idea of the accusation rolling around in his head like a fugue. Nice image. Patrick O’Brian wrote of one his characters feeling the repetition of a Bach fugue begin to take on the tinge of madness. This reminds me of that.

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  • I love the descriptive, picture forming writing. As a retired U.S. Navy sailor, your writing always brings back very real memories to me. The artwork and the writing make these characters and stories real in my mind. Awesome job, as always.


  • Starts off strongly (I love the use of canon because the reader also fills in cannon before taking a step back to reflect I think).

    Ends beautifully with just one word. ‘Yes’ but there is so much meaning in that one word.

    Perfectly illustrates Less is more too, I feel.

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  • How did I not know you were an artist as well as a writer? And now I need to know the circumstances surrounding the death of Catherine’s son! Why would she do it? Was it accidental?


    • Dear Lynda,

      My lips are sealed. The answer to those questions can be found between the covers of my second novel, FROM SILT AND ASHES, the sequel to PLEASE SAY KADDISH FOR ME. Both books are available on Amazon.
      At any rate, I’m glad to have aroused your curiosity. Thank you for reading and commenting.



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  • There’s nothing like a blunt and honest answer! I’m sure it won’t put Ulrich’s mind at ease though. He’s likely to have a lot more questions. As do we!

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  • I’m out for the holiday weekend. I just wanted to pop in and send my good wishes and blessings and thanks to ALL Veterans from ALL wars! Have a blessed weekend, I’ll be thinking of you as I carry our flag, and pray over the many cemeteries I’ll be visiting! 🙂 Booyah!

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  • Dear Karola Ruth Siegel,
    I suppose from a therapist’s perspective, it’s always easy to blame the mother. And especially with such damaging evidence as her own words, “I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.”

    Just the facts, ma’am,

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    • Dear Roger,

      That would be taking things to extremes. The facts can be found in FROM SILT AND ASHES…on the NY Best Sellers List (I can dream, can’t I?) Catherine is a therapist’s delight.
      And that’s a fact, Jack…er..Roger.


      Dr. Karola Ruth Siegel


  • Intriguing! I felt the abruptness of her response surprised me and in this length, I found it a bit hard to follow the POV switch to the second paragraph, but I appreciate this is a snippet and therefore not designed to be a complete story. You certainly get me interested to know more!

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    • Dear Jen,

      There actually is no POV switch. The entire snippet is from Ulrich’s point of view. The abrupt end is, of course, part of the teaser. Although I write it this way in the book so it hits Ulrich like a sucker punch. Naturally, I want people to be intrigued enough to read the book(s). 😉 Thank you.




      • I meant abrupt in the sense that she replies instantly and there’s no clue for the reader about her tone, face or emotion. But yes, the impression for both reader and Ulrich is strong!


  • How chilling, Rochelle. This is a great teaser. I love how you take us right there in the scene with the salt spray on his face and the wind ruffling his hair. You’re such a master at that. Things really heat up. This makes me want to dive into your story!

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    • Dear Freya,

      Her response is a sucker punch to Ulrich’s midsection. The rest of her answer is in From Silt and Ashes, my second novel in a trilogy. (Nope, no smiles accompany her answer.)

      Thank you and shalom,


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  • I also love the vivid descriptions, and we know what kind of relationship these siblings have just by Catherine leaning her head on her brother’s shoulder.

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  • Dear Josslyn,

    I”m glad you liked my descriptions however I didn’t mean to cause any confusion. The shoulder she’s leaning on is that of her husband, Ulrich. Quinnon is the brother who is making the horrid accusations.

    Thank you.




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