Apparently there was a whole lot of copper mined from Michigan in ancient times but very little trace of what happened to it. Here is the article.
http://www.science-frontiers.com/sf090/sf090a01.htm
Check this out. Photos of Arthurian locations included.
Today I have the privilege of featuring in a Jennifer Loiske interview. Go check it out and find out about my books and about me. Perhaps there are things you didn’t know.
https://jenniferloiske.wordpress.com/2015/02/16/seven-minutes-with-jennifer-interview-of-c-n-lesley/
I don’t think it is any big secret that I do a lot of research for my books. It happens to be necessary to me that I have a good idea of how everything fits together even if a large proportion of the material never makes it into the pages. Given that my current projects are series, then it was with delight that I found something about a particular eye color. It was called the Alexandria factor and actually seemed to corroborate everything I had come up with for a particular strain of humanity. Well, more or less, but it was close. Apparently, it all started with a burst of energy striking some ancient Egyptians. Oh boy, should I have been warned. The warning flag was raised right there and then and I blithely ignored it because, I think, this was too perfect a fit.
However, I always cross reference to get my facts right. Now everything came unglued in a spectacular fashion. The third article I opened was the confession of the person who had recently invented this Alexandria factor. It was really well done. Sigh. Fun while it lasted. Now back to work.
Not sure in the general run of things, but in the particular, then maybe now and then. I guess this goes back many years to an old apartment and its former occupant. Five of us girls were roomies in a century home. Our apartment was huge, a part of an old mansion now sub-divided into apartments. Only there weren’t five of us in the place; there were six.
I can’t remember exactly who saw or felt what first. I am not sure if it was the man said to walk through a wall, and bear in mind the structure had been altered to make apartments from the original mansion, or whether it was the woman in the front bedroom hovering over the youngest roomie. For me it was the feeling of a persistent cold spot outside of the door of my room. And then was the strangest of the strange. All of us were really looking forward to watching a particular show on TV. I can’t now remember what it was, but there was only one TV in the lounge and that is where we were all sat, watching. I had been called just as it started and hadn’t switched off my record player. Yes, it was an old vinyl type. When the track ended the arm would swing off the record and onto the rest. Except it didn’t quite end up like that.
The program was gripping and all of us were on the edges of our seats for the duration. I vaguely recall hearing my record finish because I was grateful to concentrate fully on the show and not have the background noise irritating. Yep, lazy, I know, but I didn’t want to miss anything. Not one of us moved until the show was over and then we sat around discussing it. And then I went back to my room and saw my record player. The arm had come to rest in the off position, as it should. However, a little plastic hook was snug over the arm to stop it jumping out of position. The little plastic hook was not attached to any power source and could not move on its own. It had to be placed over the arm manually, but no one had stirred. Not for a second. The door to the apartment was also locked and could only be opened with a key. Which only the five of us had. And we were already inside. Together. I asked them if anyone had moved, just in case I hadn’t noticed, and the answer was no.
After this incident, two of the girls, who were Catholics, asked their priest to come bless our home. The cold spot didn’t move an inch.
Shadow Over Avalon by C. N. Lesley is a science fiction story about young Arthur, who puzzles out his heritage in the technology-filled underwater city of Avalon.
The Archive is Everywhere and Sees Everything
Arthur is a telepathic young man who rebels against the life dictated by others. He is an orphan, and haunted by nightmares about a courageous young woman who lives on the primitive surface of his world.
Not knowing why he does so, Arthur uses the ubiquitous computer system called the Archive to relive the recordings of her life. It dawns on him that he and this woman have a mutual enemy. These all-powerful manipulators will stop at nothing to destroy this harmless-seeming young woman. They also want to destroy Arthur’s idyllic city hidden under the ocean. By the end of the story, Arthur connects his twisty fate to this woman, and we learn the horrifying motivations of their…
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