She was startled to see that Ranous was way out in front, and a small sob erupted from her as she wasn’t sure whether he chased her to capture her or whether he intended to join her to leave the clan. She couldn’t be sure, so she accelerated across the dangerous boulder strewn terrain. She risked another look behind and noticed that Ranous had gained on her and Hedaf was not too far behind him. One of the elders had fallen over a boulder and had injured his ankle. The others had pulled up to help him and shouted encouragement to the two young men who now chased Geha.
Geha began to feel the pressure. The initial adrenaline surge was now over, and her breath came in ragged gasps, and her legs felt weak. Ranous started shouting at her, ‘Keep going Geha – don’t give up – I’m coming with you.’ Geha drew her breath in huge sobs and her body began breaking down. She spun around to turn back to Ranous.
He kept shouting, ‘No! No! Go on …Don’t stop … keep running.’
Geha stopped, not sure of what to do. All at once Hedaf realised that Ranous was not chasing Geha for capture, and he stopped and raised his spear. He threw it and it curved in a flawless arc snaking perfectly towards Ranous. Geha screamed when she realised what was happening, ‘Look out Ranous … there is a spear.’
Ranous jerked to one side, but the spear thudded into his thigh and hurled him to the ground. Geha screamed loudly, her hands shot to her mouth, and she started to run back towards Ranous, not caring for freedom if she could not share it with him.
“My love for stories began in a dusty second-hand bookshop in Roma, where my granny’s friend let me loose among shelves of forgotten tales. I devoured mythology from distant cultures, then stumbled upon Erich von Däniken’s wild theories as a teen—what if gods were astronauts? That ‘what if’ haunted me for decades, simmering until it became Palimpsest.
Studying Archaeology and Sociology at the University of Southern Queensland only deepened the mystery. (Though my lecturers might have shut down a few too many ‘alternate’ theories…) Still, those years gave me the tools to weave fact and speculation into something stranger—and far more thrilling.
Twenty years ago, I scribbled the first notes for Origins—a working title that later evolved into Palimpsest, thanks to a brilliant Latin teacher, Stephen Jackson. But life, teaching, and procrastination kept it in the shadows—until the Christmas break of 2024, when I finally committed to the page. Every school holiday in 2025 has been spent writing, rewriting, and sharpening this story into what it is today.
Now, Palimpsest is almost here. A tale of buried histories, rewritten truths, and the ghosts between the lines. If all goes to plan, it’ll be in your hands by Christmas 2025—just in time to make your holidays a little more mysterious.”
“A Treasure Trove of Wisdom: Where Fiction Meets Learning—Explore Endless Possibilities”
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