- First, my newest novel, The Book of The Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception), is available on Kindle and in print.
- Second, from 29 Nov to 15 Dec 2024 The Book of The Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception) will be on promo (99¢ Kindle, $10.99 Print). Be sure to get a copy for yourself, several copies to give as gifts over the coming year, and tell everyone you know it’s available and it’s a great read!
The rest of this email contains The Book of The Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception) early reader comments (which are front matter in the book) and a blurb.
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“This masterpiece delves into the intricate interplay between trauma, healing, and perception. Through a series of poignant narratives, the Joseph invites readers to contemplate the profound ways in which our experiences shape how we see the world and ourselves.” – Dennis J. Pitocco, Chief Reimaginator, 360° Nation
“I genuinely enjoyed the way Joseph brought the characters to life and the depth of the storyline. Clearly he’s created something unique.” – Ipek Williamson, Transformation Coach, Speaker, Meditation Coach, Author
“Joseph Carrabis is a gifted writer who draws the reader into deep contemplation and self-reflection with each turn of a page, all the while skillfully weaving a story that grabs your attention and holds on till the end.” – Othneil Archer, RBN, Sensitivity Reader
Blurb
How many heartbeats does it take to change the world?
Ben Matthews is a mathematical linguist studying spontaneous languages at Columbia University in New York City. Recently home from committing himself to a northern New Hampshire psychiatric center, he spends a relaxing late-May day bonding with his son, Jiminy, at South Street Seaport.
They’re watching a juggler when the East River to Brooklyn and beyond becomes a white sand desert. A sirocco wind raises waves and whips ice cream wrappers, crumpled napkins, visitor guides, ticket stubs, and other ground level trash intown.
Three creatures, their images shimmering in the heat like a mirage, walk across the sand towards The Battery and TriBeCa South. Ben is knocked down and loses track of Jiminy as people race to safety.
The desert fades away, the sirocco recedes, and the three creatures walk up to Ben. The one in front says, “We are Healers from the Land of Barass.” It points to the one on its right. “He is Cetaf, who cries for his own pain.” It turns to the one on its left. “This is Jenreel, who tends to his own needs. I am Beriah. I will tell you how I feel.”
The creature offers Ben its hand. “We are Healers from the Land of Barass.”
All Ben can think of to say is “I’ve lost my little boy.”
Beriah helps him up. “Then you must find him.”
Ben, aided by The Healers from the Land of Barass, embarks on a quest through Manhattan and learns he’s lost much more than his son, and finds much more in himself.
