"The Keys to Remember" is the second novel in the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea trilogy.


The Keys to Remember - book cover

Synopsis of:

"The Keys to Remember"

In this award winning continuation of the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea trilogy, humankind is once again on the threshold of a spiritual evolution.

In fourth century Glastonbury, England, six year old Rhianna is kidnapped and raised in a Christian Abbey but has never forgotten grandmother's prophecy - "Your destiny lies with the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea."

She alone must mid-wife the next stage of spiritual evolution, as dark times approach for humanity. Powerful forces within both the Abbey and the priestess community conspire to keep Rhianna from her rightful destiny and her true love. The price of her heroic quest is far higher than she expects.

Excerpt:

Prologue from "The Keys to Remember"

The stars awaken Me from My dreamtime.

"Am I needed?" I murmur sleepily.

I hear their silver response and feel the angels gather round me.

"Ah. Again humankind calls to me."

I, the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea, look down upon the earth, gaze deeply into the affairs of men. The consciousness of humanity is ready to take its next step.

"Is the one named Geodran prepared to assist me?"

The angels smile brightly. "She is called Rhianna in this life. She has returned to help you. But she is young and remembers little of you."

"As it should be. She will know Me as the calling grows stronger."

Again, I peer into the hearts of men. "I hope I am not too late."

Excerpt:

Part of Chapter One from "The Keys to Remember"

Unbidden visions are the most powerful, sure to come true. Tonight, grandmother's visions came unbidden.

Grandmother had trained the second sight most of her life, had shaped it to her will. This vision frightened her. She rubbed her gnarled hands over her eyes, vainly tried to push away the unwanted images for her granddaughter's sake. The child was innocent, asleep in the corner of the wattle and daub cottage, unaware of grandmother's ominous foreboding.

The night didn't ease grandmother's discomfort. It was chill outside, with a thick darkness that made grandmother's wrinkled skin form tiny goose bumps. Unusual for mid-summer, even in the misty mountains of northern Cymru. The moon's dark cycle formed deep penetrating shadows in the woods outside the walls of the cottage. Even the stars were obscured by a cloudy sky, their muted light no competition for the tallow candles burning on the kitchen table. The forest animals were silent, no wolf's howl or night bird's call to interrupt grandmother's anguish.

The fire in the hearth was nearly out. Grandmother shivered, wrapped her shawl tightly about her frail shoulders, pulled a corner of it over her thick white hair to keep her head warm. Groaning, she stood from her stool, made her way toward the fireplace, and fed it another log.

Grandmother knew what must be done, knew she had to act quickly before anything could interfere with her granddaughter's destiny. She had a plan. She would rouse Rhianna, gather some belongings. Bread, cheese, and some apples to sustain them. A blanket, cloak, clothes suitable for travel, and her purse of coins. They would need to leave tonight. She wondered if her aged body would hold up for such a journey.