Deborah Tadema                                     

 Contemporary Fiction, Young Adult, Urban Thrillers, Fantasy and Historical Novels  Book Reviewer



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Thunder in The Wind

Book Two of the Sievers

The only way to survive the harsh and dangerous country is to stick together. The Sievers family had staked their claims on both sides of Black Creek just north of Blackman Falls in Upper Canada. Grant Sievers is considered the head of the family, retired from the 12th Militia with the rank of Major. He is recommissioned into the militia as Lieutenant Colonel Grant Sievers when the war of 1812 breaks out. His job is to guard the mouth of Kettle Creek from the invading Americans. A favourite spot they used for smuggling guns.

Free Peek

     1810. Grant Sievers pulled the matching black horses to a stop then glanced over 

at his wife. She was looking at the grey, limestone building to their right. It was a three-

story block with wings that jutted out at each side. It gave Grant the shivers. All the 

windows had bars on them. The grounds were kept neat with tall trees shading the 

walkway. A huge granite fountain stood in the middle of a garden, birds drinking from 

it. A black iron fence surrounded the property with sharp finials pointing to the sky. It 

looked like a prison, and in a way, it was. “You can still change your mind, Carrie,” he 

said softly. She shook her head. “I need to do this today.” She turned back to face 

him; determination written on her face. “It's the last time I'll get to see her, if she's 



   He patted her arm. “I know.” They lived too far away for regular visits. Grant and 

Carrie had only been here once before; on their honeymoon. Carrie had been 

depressed for weeks afterward.


    He watched her crumple the letter in her left hand. It came from this place a month 

ago, stating that her mother was dying. Grant hoped that Mary was still alive, that 

Carrie would have a chance to say goodbye to her. A tear trickled down her cheek; he 

tenderly wiped it away. She didn't respond to his touch; he didn't expect her to. He 

drew back his hand and sighed inwardly. Then he reached for the door handle.


   Grant got out of the carriage, walked around and opened the door for Carrie. She 

took his offered hand and stepped down. Together they faced the imposing structure 

before them. “You want me to come in with you?”


   She placed a hand on his arm. “Please.” She smiled uncertainly then headed 

toward the gate. Grant rushed forward to open it for her. As he reached for the latch, 

he read the sign on the pillar beside him. Kingston Insane Asylum. He gave Carrie's 

arm a quick squeeze as she passed through the gate. He stayed beside her as she 

walked down the sidewalk with purposeful strides, her head held high. She had been 

timid when he married her and never would have done this. He’d been cautious when 

touching her, always gently as he held any impatience in check. It had taken him 

seven years to get this far with her. Still, he knew that Carrie's ordeal before he came 

along had a lifelong impression on her...for the bad, not the good.

He shook his head and concentrated at the task at hand.