Saturday, December 20, 2014


Book Review For “The Bridge Of Deaths” – by M. C. V. Egan 

M.C.V. Egan’s book ‘The Bridge Of Deaths’ is unique because the author is driven by childhood memories, family stories and perhaps the spirit of her grandfather who died when an English aircraft (carrying 5) crashed on August 15, 1939. Her exhaustive research, passion for details and networking abilities brings this fiction (based on real events) to life from archives buried during the chaos of World War ll.

Characters like Bill, Maggie and Catalina draw us into their world with conversations and settings that bring the reader to the table, quenches the thirst for love at first sight romance and delves into a quest for knowledge that reaches into the paranormal realm that few of us would dare venture into.

If you like historical fiction (eliminating dry facts) the time frame and mystery behind this historical plane crash and family tragedy will keep you turning the page. The use of Skype conversations was creative and the historical documentation such as the use of actual Western Union Telegrams validates the truth behind the fiction.

I personally would have loved to read more about the author’s family and especially her grandfather’s life and see more photos. Understandably this book is mystery based on a tragic historical event and is not a biography. After reading this well thought out, painstakingly researched fictional accounting of a historical event that few of us even know about, I only have one question. Where will M.C.V. Egan take us in a sequel and what nugget of information might be unearthed by the publication of this book?

The blending of facts with mysticism to arrive at the truth is a payoff even for a reader who holds a skeptical view of the paranormal, use of hypnosis and past-life regression. Cold Coffee Press endorses M.C.V. Egan’s book ‘The Bridge Of Deaths’ for the author’s nearly two decades of research, thirst for the truth and family bonds.
***** 5.0 out of 5 stars History's Mysteries Through Past-Life Explorations, January 15, 2012
The author, M. C. V. Egan, is very forthright in explaining that she is not any expert on world history of the period she relates; in fact, she says that when she began her quest to discover events she knew very little of that era. So as readers we are reassured that the author is not spouting regurgitated history texts, but fictionalizing her own experiences and discoveries. She has no hidden agenda here, no goals except discovery. Instead she is forthright, sharing her explorations and their results with us, her readers. I enjoyed the manner in which she made of herself a character, sharing her actual quests and discoveries and setbacks, just as the fictional characters express their lives throughout the story.

I fell in love with the characters each from their first introduction. Although Ms. Egan uses quite a bit of narrative in introducing them, it's neither boring nor unsubstantiated, for within the narrative she includes dialogue (running in the background, as it were) and a substantial amount of action. She draws her characters in such a way that they are immediately understandable, and the reader easily relates and empathises. The author also has a very clever mode of relating her characters and their events to a background of actual world history in their particular era, which makes the book seem down-to-earth even in the midst of a metaphysical discussion.

She mentions in one spot "the most extraordinary feeling of comfort in simply being with her," and this is the experience I have of "The Bridge of Deaths." I am reminded of all those wonderful books I've read in which I feel as if I have just settled into a comfy armchair beside a roaring fireplace-I can relax, enjoy, and relate to the adventures in the novel as an "Armchair Traveler." This novel made me feel safe and warm, even while exploring the question of past lives, hypnotic regression, and the effects past life events and encounters have on our present and future.

This novel is fascinating: it has intrigue, romance, love that bridges lifetimes, soul mates, history, mystery, the thrills of the unexpected, philosophy, Spirituality, and metaphysics. It is a warm, cozy, comforting story, with the conviction running throughout that there is an Answer-and answers-if we can just persevere to find out. I eagerly await further novels from this special author. I know in the meantime I will be rereading "The Bridge of Deaths" just for the sheer pleasure it brings me.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Weaving Real Life Murder & Mayhem into Present Day Fiction

My first book, Murder & Mayhem in Goose Pimple Junction, is based on a true story. Death
and tragedy seemed to plague my family in the 1930s. The funeral for my grandfather's mother, Dora, was on his twenty-second birthday. Just two years before that, his brother-in-law, Hobart, was murdered, and just months before that horrible blow, his father died of cancer.


I grew up hearing stories of the two murders, and I thought they were fascinating and horribly sad. Hobart's murder was never solved, and someone got away with killing a husband and father of four. I always thought someone should write a book about what happened, never dreaming at the time that it would be me. The real murder is a cold case, but I found a little satisfaction in solving it fictionally.


I weaved Hobart's murder, and that of my great grandmother's, into my novel. I wanted the reader to see the events of the 1930s firsthand, but I also wanted a modern day mystery, so the book goes back and forth from the 1930s to the present day. My main characters in the present day, Tess and Jackson, solve the murder by sleuthing online and talking to family members and town folk. You can do that with fiction. But in real life, the murder was never solved and family members disagree on what they think happened. Everyone agrees that Hobart was a pillar of the community (one of my characters would say a "pillow of the community"), and a newspaper article said, "If Hobart had an enemy, no one knew it." So who killed him? That's what Tess and Jack are determined to find out in my novel.


The newspaper account of Hobart's murder in 1935 said:

"According to reports, his car was parked at the spot where it was found about 7 o'clock. Several passersby saw the car early in the evening but thought nothing about it since it apparently was preparing to turn around.  Neighbors near the scene failed to hear any shots fired, which gives rise to the theory that the actual shooting might have occurred at another place and the car driven there and abandoned.  The motor was still running and the lights burning when his body was discovered."

Talk about a mystery! But as the days and weeks passed, new speculation arose as to what might have happened. Some thought--and to this day some family members still think--that it was a suicide. That seems ludicrous in light of the facts that he was a successful and happy father and husband, the gun found in his hand had not been fired, and he was shot behind the right ear. How many suicide victims shoot themselves behind the ear?

Others thought that Hobart's brother killed him because he was in love with Hobart's wife. It was his brother who, two years later, shot Hobart's wife (she survived) after she rebuffed him. He also shot and killed her mother, Dora. His words before he started shooting were, "If I can't have you, no one will."

And then there is the theory that something fishy was going on in the bank where Hobart worked. It’s quite possible it was tied to a bank robbery Hobart had witnessed two years before his death. Some think he found out about it and was going to turn the guilty party or parties in, so they shot him before he had a chance to blow the whistle.

I have the original newspaper articles that reported on the murder and subsequent investigation. They helped me write the 1930s portion of the story as accurately as possible. The facts were all real, but the characters in the book were fictional. I think the articles are fascinating. It's entirely possible that the real murderer was mentioned in them. 

It's very powerful for me to hold the old newspaper articles, visit the bank where Hobart worked and the robbery occurred, see the spot on the side of the road where the car would have been parked on the night of the murder, and pay homage to Hobart's grave. I know that my John Hobb in the book isn't the real Hobart, but when you research a person and an event like I did, it's surreal to see tangible reminders of the real murder victim. I hope he's up there with my great aunt, great grandmother, and my grandfather and they see the respect and awe I have for them and for my father's cousins who lost their father. I hope they know that the tragedies they endured weren't just writing material for me, but that I wanted to tell the stories. I wanted readers to see that what happened was an abomination. Hobart's murder remains a cold case. But it is not forgotten.
When Tess Tremaine starts a new life in the colorful town of Goose Pimple Junction, curiosity leads her to look into a seventy-five-year-old murder. Suddenly she’s learning the foreign language of southern speak, resisting her attraction to local celebrity Jackson Wright, and dealing with more mayhem than she can handle.

A bank robbery, murder, and family tragedy from the 1930s are pieces of the mystery that Tess attempts to solve. As she gets close to the truth, she encounters danger, mystery, a lot of southern charm, and a new temptation for which she’s not sure she’s ready. 

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Amy Metz is the author of the Goose Pimple Junction mystery series. She is a former first grade teacher and the mother of two sons. When not in Goose Pimple Junction, actively engaged in writing, enjoying her family, or surfing Facebook or Pinterest, Amy can usually be found with a mixing spoon, camera, or book in one hand and a glass of sweet tea in the other. Amy lives in Louisville, Kentucky and can be reached at her website


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Timucuans – History Rewritten in Fiction By P.C. Zick

Extinct. Such a final word we apply mostly to the animal kingdom

However, the history books also designate a tribe of Native Americans as extinct. The Timucuans lived in north Florida until the late eighteenth century and historians are quick to point out they became extinct in a mere 200 years after the Spanish arrived in Florida. The disappearance of an entire nation of people could be a story from the pages of a science fiction book. However, in the case of the Timucuans, the story leaps from the pages of history.

My new novel, Native Lands, poses the possibility that perhaps the Timucuans really didn’t disappear, but went into hiding in the Everglades until the time was right for them to reappear.

When the Spanish landed near St. Augustine, Florida, in the sixteenth century, the Timucuans occupied several hundred villages in one-third of Florida. Some estimates put the Timucuan population at 100,000 in 1500 A.D., according to Florida’s First People by Robin Brown.

However, by “1800 A.D. all aboriginal Floridians were gone,” Brown states.

Accounts show the Timucuan to be tall and sturdy. The women wore their hair straight, but the men drew their hair up into knots on the top of the head. Anderson writes, “This was considered not only attractive but also a handy place for the warriors to stick their arrows for quick access during battle.”

A striking feature of the Timucuan comes from the scratches or tattoos etched over the entire body of the male. Le Moyne’s paintings depicted a male warrior’s body covered with pricks in the skin made with a sharp point.
Despite their ability to withstand such a tortuous practice as poking holes in the body, the Timucuans could not withstand the onslaught of the European invasion and the disease it brought.

Within 200 years of the Spanish explorations into northeast Florida, the last vestige of the Timucuan strain had vanished. Some folks suspect the few remaining by 1763, the year the Spanish turned over Florida to the English, fled the state for Cuba.

When the Spanish asked about this tribe of tattooed natives, another group of Native Americans used the word Timucua, which meant “enemy” to describe the large group of people who spoke the same language but had separate tribes. A tribe of Timucuans lived near St. Augustine in the village of Seloy

The Seloy filled my dreams and imagination as I wrote Native Lands. I’ve always been bothered to think that an entire body of people could simply disappear. So as I wandered the estuaries surrounding St. Augustine last year, the characters of Locka and Mali haunted me until I told their story within the pages of Native Lands.

While mainly set in 2012 in St. Augustine and the Everglades, the story of the Seloy in 1760 is interspersed within the plot to parallel the contemporary struggle to prevent the destruction of natural Florida. It’s a triumphant story, as Locka and Mali lead a small tribe into the Everglades to escape the Spanish and English. In the present day, progeny of the Seloy join others to fight for the survival of their beloved land.

imageAuthor Bio

P.C. Zick began her writing career in 1998 as a journalist. She's won various awards for her essays,
columns, editorials, articles, and fiction. She describes herself as a "storyteller" no matter the genre.

She was born in Michigan and moved to Florida in 1980. Even though she now resides in western Pennsylvania with her husband Robert, she finds the stories of Florida and its people and environment a rich base for her storytelling platform. Florida's quirky and abundant wildlife—both human and animal—supply her fiction with tales almost too weird to be believable.

She writes two blogs, P.C. Zick and Living Lightly. She has published three nonfiction books and six novels.

Her writing contains the elements most dear to her heart, ranging from love to the environment. In her novels, she advances the cause for wildlife conservation and energy conservation. She believes in living lightly upon this earth with love, laughter, and passion.

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Excerpts from Native Lands

1760, St. Augustine, Florida

“We come here this evening to tattoo our young with the new symbol of the Seloys. They will carry this throughout their life, and with the help of their parents and the other members of this group about to leave our village, they will pass on their heritage to their own children.” He turned and bowed to the village shaman.


“This symbol represents the most sacred of animals,” the shaman said as he placed a long pole in the fire. At its tip, the pole held a sharpened shark’s tooth. “The marks for both female and male will be the head of the panther. Above the female’s symbol, a sun will shine down representing the sustaining force of the female. The male mark will show the crescent moon above the panther’s head to mark the passage of time and nature’s role in the life of our people.”


“We have chosen the panther because it represents all that is sacred to us,” the Chief said. “It is a powerful animal with grace and beauty, and with the panther as our protector, we will survive as a people. Wear its mark with pride.”


One by one, the four children came forward and turned their backs to the fire. Their mothers rubbed crushed peppermint on the spot for the tattoo as an antiseptic and to help numb and soothe the area. The shaman drew the design on each with charcoal, before making the dots with the hot shark’s tooth. Each child tried not to show pain, but by the time the final dot was placed, tears flowed steadily down each child’s face. The fathers rubbed ashes and berry juice into the still-bleeding tattoos. Later, the mothers would place a layer of salt on the wound and tie a piece of deerskin over it with the tendons from a bear that one of the warriors killed earlier in the week.


“Tomorrow, the chosen members of our tribe will set out to sustain our line of proud warriors, farmers, and hunters. May peace be with you as you go on your journey,” the Chief said as he walked down the row of those leaving. He touched each one on the head and bowed slightly as a sign of respect for the enormity of their sacrifice. “Those of us who remain will resist the white man as best we can. It is my greatest desire that we shall all be reunited.”


2012 Everglades


They sat on a bamboo swing as twilight encroached, stealing away the last of the natural light. Mike turned toward her then and put his arm around her shoulder.

She turned toward him and their lips met and then opened.

They walked to the platform just as the rain began softly falling on the palm fronds overhead.

Later lying side by side on the straw-filled mattress and covered with only a sheet, Barbara traced the tattoo encircling Mike’s lower back.

“I love the panther tattoo,” she said. “What does it mean?”

“It’s the mark of my tribe,” he said. “The mother first makes it with henna. Later when the henna just begins to fade, the father begins the process of making it permanent. At one time, my people tattooed all parts of their body, but eventually it came down to a simpler design.”

“Why the panther?”

“Because it is a sacred animal and has survived, just as I have.”

Monday, October 13, 2014

My Long Journey to Prague

Just a week ago, on Monday October 6th I got up early in Prague to catch the first train to Kutná Hora . My friends and I wanted to see for ourselves  The Bone Church in Victoria Dougherty's phenomenal novel.

My one hour train ride that morning was with two Europeans with very different youths and perspectives of train rides in Europe. The gentle motion of the train and the even sounds as it moved made our Danish companion state that she had forgotten how relaxing these old trains and their sounds were. The images that flashed through my mind’s eye were full of many memories of my own train rides in the 70s, 80s and as late as 1993.

I was born in Mexico City, Mexico and until ten years ago I travelled under a Mexican passport. As such I chose my train trips with great care and only visiting countries that to me seemed ‘safe’; I did have my share of incidents in the ‘safe countries' including being held at knife point on one train in France, but that we can save for another story.
The ‘un-safe’ countries I regrettably chose not to visit then, were countries like Czechoslovakia, Poland and Yugoslavia; all of which I had ample opportunity to visit, in the years I lived in France and Sweden; especially Poland.

My fears and feelings of peril in the then Eastern Bloc Countries stemmed from being a bearer of a Mexican passport; as such  I felt that the country it represented would not be able to protect me if I came to any harm in foreign lands. The  other reason I chose not to visit Eastern Bloc Countries was the ingrained dread of communist evil. This was a fear well fed by my education in the U.S.A. as well as by my father. 
In 1957, my dad in a daze of admiration for the beauty of Russian Architecture managed to separate from the group he was travelling with. He was detained for a few hours by the KGB while it could be confirmed that he was just a young Mexican architect attending the UIA (Union Internationale des Architectes) meeting being hosted by Russia that year. He never really described what happened but for decades he woke up from nightmares in which he was ‘running away from the Russians’.

As the rhythmic sound of the train carried us to Kutná Hora my European companions described their experiences as young European travelers; these were all happy with the feeling of safety the passports of their native lands granted them.
I felt safe that day on that train carrying the passport of the country I have chosen as my own; a country that for all its flaws does grant me the feeling of security the country of my birth did not.

As the famous quote below expresses the scenery in the window and even The Bone Church as seen by our very different experiences in life was interpreted in such different ways.

"What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. ... In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them."   John Lubbock


I so wish I could tell you that the fears of my youth were absolutely absurd, but as much as I tried not to watch the news during my trip which on October 3rd were
full of the sad and horrible reports of Alan Henning’s beheading.
That very day; October 6th going to Kutna Hora anyone with any ties to Mexico was surely haunted by the report of the mass grave found in the state of Guerrero that seemed to be the missing students.

I avoided the news but they danced around my mind as I visited the bones so carefully displayed as an odd collage sculpture. I looked at the bones and remembered the fabulous book that gave one set of bones a story; albeit a fictional one, and I wondered how many of those souls died in peace and naturally and how many like the Mexican students and Alan Henning died in brutal unnecessary violence.
My traveling companion Christoph Fischer had a vested and interesting family connection to the region, which he explored in fiction as well in the fantastic book The Luck of the Weissensteiners and shared with us in our journey.
That evening as Victoria Dougherty presented her novel at the English bookstore THE GLOBE ; she gave us a detailed perspective on her family history explaining how war and Russian occupation had affected her family and the psychological scars that remain.
Her eloquent manner and the choice of reading material kept me very in tune with the moment, it wasn't until later looking at the photographs we took that night with the Mexican Día de Muertos skull I brought her as a gift on the table in front of us, that I really identified how much each one of us is so shaped by so much; our parents fears and experiences, where we come from and what surrounds us.

On October 9th as I waited to board my plane back to Miami at Heathrow a man next to me was reading a Newspaper in Spanish; the large headline stated that two men had confessed to the murder of the students, I asked him in Spanish if he really thought it was simply two men. In a neutral beautiful Spanish he answered that two had confessed and stated his views; (which I won’t repeat as I have not had the heart to read enough on the sad subject, but which made me very sad). A few minutes later the man’s phone rang and he had a conversation in Perfect French, when it ended I said to him “ Vous Parlez très bien L’espagnol pour un Français.” He smiled and answered “Non, pas pour un Français, pour un Italien.”

In the past few days since I came back state side, I have not heard one person mention the student massacre in Mexico; except for my Mexican contacts in Cyberspace.  These tragic deaths should not go un-noticed.
© M.C.V. Egan

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

In regards to “The Bridge of Deaths” An Astrological perspective by JOAN PORTE

On August 15, 1939, weeks before England and France officially declared war on Nazi Germany, a tragic albeit seemingly routine airplane crash happened over Denmark and a bridge that would see so much horror in the coming years it would receive the moniker “The Bridge of Deaths.” Onboard the doomed flight were two Standard Oil of New Jersey employees, A German Corporate Lawyer, an English Member of Parliament and a crewmember for British Airways LTD. The fast-approaching war hindered any investigation into the crash.

Fortunately, the grandchild of one of the men who died that day, M.C.V Egan, did the research that had been so sorely lacking in the years after the crash. Combining old-fashioned gumshoe work and fascinating metaphysical techniques she learned of conspiracies behind what on the surface was an innocuous crash. She has detailed her work in a gripping book, “The Bridge of Deaths.” 

What is the astrology of the crash and why was Egan lead to utilizing metaphysics for the answer? Let us look first at the astrology of the crash (see BOD insert 1). At the time of the crash, there was a stellium (more than 5 bodies in one house) in the ninth house, the house of international affairs. We have there the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Pluto and Ceres all in the sign of Leo. This is a very powerful placement. All of the personal planets (the inner) except Mars and powerful Pluto, the change agent, and Ceres the nurturer all in the fire, fixed sign of Leo indicates and intense activity in the arena of international and intercultural affairs. This is energy rife with an intensity that contradicts the idea that these people were on a pleasure trip. Informational exchange is dominant in the Sun, Mercury interplay and emotions were involved (the Moon). A change, a big change is seen in the form Pluto the harbinger of death and transformation – a big change to life and caring (Ceres.)

My eye goes to two other placements in this chart. The first is Pallas Athena, the warrior goddess asteroid, the asteroid that indicates where we take up a cause – where we do what we have to do to win the battle is in the house of Pluto (8th) – the house of death. That coupled with secretive Scorpio the sign ruled by Pluto is on the ascendant. Death, intrigue, war, and fire is everywhere over the Bridge of Death at the moment of this crash.

There is no question that the energies where set to allow a situation of espionage to occur at the Bridge of Deaths that day. No one should classify a person looking for a war conspiracy as some off-the-wall theorist. What was that conspiracy – who was involved? Well for that, you have to buy the book! M.C.V.Egan @ Amazon

What do the charts of the victims tell us? A note here: it was not possible to get the birth times of each person but we do have the dates and places of birth. Drawing a composite chart (see Composite BOD insert 2) by combining all charts, gave me the actual chills. Yes, there is another stellium but this time it is the eighth house – the house of death. Pluto again played a key role with a conjunction to the Sun (life force), and the North Node, Juno and Neptune.


The North Node is an indicator of our current life soul’s desire – what lessons do we need to learn – where do we want to be when our sand runs out. The victim’s collective Node was in Cancer, the sign of motherhood, roots, home and country in the 8th house. Did they have a collective soul’s need to die for their countries?

Juno, the consort, the goddess of loyalty conjuncting Neptune, our most spiritual planet, the one that connects us to universal energies. This is an intense combination of spiritual devotion, spiritual energy as well as a large amount of victim energy. Victim? Yes, strong Neptunian influences intensify the victim emotion. People born with a great deal of Neptune energy in their charts often take on strong burdens in this lifetime. They often set themselves up to pay a great deal of karmic debt to people.

While each person on the plane had a different path, they all come together over that Bridge at a highly energized time to fulfil a soul’s lesson – to give themselves for their countries and for the right cause.

If you need more evidence of espionage and conspiracy then look at the biwheel of the moment of the crash and their composite charts. (See insert 3 BOD biwheel.) Remember when I said Mercury, the trickster and the communicator, was not in the ninth house stellium on the BOD wheel? Well, not any more. In the biwheel, Mercury and the Midheaven, the indicator of career, are together right on the chart of the event. The victims were carrying information and it was someone’s job to make sure that information disappeared.

The victims Pluto is right on Pallas Athena in Gemini, ruled by Mercury, further proves the point that this was all about death that “needed” to happen to prevent information from reaching its endpoint. It was a matter of war. Finally, Mars and Saturn conjuncting in the sixth house, the house of health and the body, gives no doubt that violence was premeditated. There are no more a dangerous planetary placement that Saturn and Mars together. It is a bright arrow pointing to violence, as Mars is the god of war and Saturn the taskmaster. In addition, Saturn vibrates to the 10th house – which is the traditional house of government and authority.

What may never know all that lead to the crash over the Bridge of Deaths that day. However, astrology confirms that it was no accident. 


Joan Porte is an evolutionary astrologer and author of “Signs of the Tines: The UltimateAstrological Cookbook.”

To learn about the astrology of your past lives and get a current life Astrological Birth Chart profile, visit her website  Let Joan be your soul’s Astrological GPS – you should always know where you are going in life!

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Monday, September 22, 2014

THE BRIDGE OF DEATHS: 75th Anniversary Event

Author M.C.V. Egan has spent the better part of the last two decades researching the real-life events depicted in her book The Bridge of Deaths.
Her book, when it was published in 2011, gathered critical accolades and reviews. Now, as the 75th anniversary of the events and World War II are coming, she has revised the book and given it a new cover–and will preside over a month-long history-laden event that will entertain, educate, and enlighten you! As part of this event, the revised version of The Bridge of Deaths will be re-released.
Make sure to enter the giveaway for this event–many fantastic prizes are being awarded! You can enter at the bottom of this page.
If you would like to be a part of the month-long anniversary event from September 1 to September 30, sign up here.

About The Bridge of Deaths

"M.C.V. Egan twists truth and fiction until you question your is a story of real love, triumph and search for self." - Beckah Boyd @ The Truthful Tarot
On August 15th, 1939, an English passenger plane from British Airways Ltd. crashed in Danish waters between the towns of Nykøbing Falster and Vordingborg. There were five casualties reported and one survivor. Just two weeks before, Hitler invaded Poland.
With the world at the brink of war, the manner in which this incident was investigated left much open to doubt. The jurisdiction battle between the two towns and the newly formed Danish secret police created an atmosphere of intrigue and distrust.
The Bridge of Deaths is a love story and a mystery. Fictional characters travel through the world of past life regressions and information acquired from psychics as well as archives and historical sources to solve “one of those mysteries that never get solved.” Based on true events and real people, The Bridge of Deaths is the culmination of 18 years of sifting through conventional and unconventional sources in Denmark, England, Mexico and the United States. The story finds a way to help the reader feel that s/he is also sifting through data and forming their own conclusions.
Cross The Bridge of Deaths into 1939, and dive into cold Danish waters to uncover the secrets of the G-AESY.
Genre classification: Historical mystery

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The Bridge of Deaths cover reveal: August 15, 2014
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About the author

MCVEganM.C.V. Egan is the pen name chosen by Maria Catalina Vergara Egan. Catalina was born in Mexico City, Mexico in 1959, the sixth of eight children, in a traditional Catholic family.
From a very young age, she became obsessed with the story of her maternal grandfather, Cesar Agustin Castillo–mostly the story of how he died.
She spent her childhood in Mexico. When her father became an employee of The World Bank in Washington D.C. in the early 1970s, she moved with her entire family to the United States. Catalina was already fluent in English, as she had spent one school year in the town of Pineville, Louisiana with her grandparents. There she won the English award, despite being the only one who had English as a second language in her class.
In the D.C. suburbs she attended various private Catholic schools and graduated from Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland in 1977. She attended Montgomery Community College, where she changed majors every semester. She also studied in Lyons, France, at the Catholic University for two years. In 1981, due to an impulsive young marriage to a Viking (the Swedish kind, not the football player kind), Catalina moved to Sweden where she resided for five years and taught at a language school for Swedish, Danish, and Finnish businesspeople. She then returned to the USA, where she has lived ever since. She is fluent in Spanish, English, French and Swedish.
Maria Catalina Vergara Egan is married and has one son who, together with their five-pound Chihuahua, makes her feel like a full-time mother. Although she would not call herself an astrologer she has taken many classes and taught a few beginner classes in the subject.
She celebrated her 52nd birthday on July 2nd, 2011, and gave herself self-publishing The Bridge of Deaths as a gift.
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Friday, September 12, 2014

MONDAY SEPTEMBER 15th , 2014 at 6:30 EST


Join Halley Élise (listed as one of the top 100 psychics in America in 2014) and M.C.V. Egan (author of the lauded historical mystery THE BRIDGE OF DEATHS) as they discuss psychometry and past-life regressions as research tools!

M.C.V. used these tools extensively with the help of Halley as she wrote THE BRIDGE OF DE...ATHS. This promises to be a show filled with intriguing and unique insights and information!

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WHEN: Monday, September 15, 2014, 6:30pm EST
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Monday, September 1, 2014

September 1st 1939. Seventy five Years ago WWII began

In the Bridge of Deaths the main character Maggie believes that the more we know about wars and how they begin; the less likely we are to have them. Maggie is young 24 and a dreamer, a free spirited pacifist. Maybe knowledge can be one of the keys to peace.




The BBC asked the public to contribute their memories of World War Two to a website between June 2003 and January 2006. This archive of 47,000 stories and 15,000 images is the result. II~ Childhood and Evacuation

Join us as we commemorate the 75th anniversary of the start of World War II and the crash of the G-AESY with a month-long event filled with history. You can see the list of those participating in this event here, as well as sign up to participate yourself. Make sure to enter the giveaway for this event, as there are many great prizes being awarded! As part of this event, The Bridge of Deaths has been revised and relaunched; you can get this revised edition on Amazon here
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Thursday, August 28, 2014


On August 15th, 1939, an English passenger plane from British Airways Ltd. crashed in Danish waters between the towns of Nykøbing Falster and Vordingborg. There were five casualties reported and one survivor. Just two weeks before, Hitler invaded Poland. With the world at the brink of war, the manner in which this incident was investigated left much open to doubt. The jurisdiction battle between the two towns and the newly formed Danish secret police created an atmosphere of intrigue and distrust. The Bridge of Deaths is a love story and a mystery. Fictional characters travel through the world of past life regressions and information acquired from psychics as well as archives and historical sources to solve "one of those mysteries that never get solved." Based on true events and real people, The Bridge of Deaths is the culmination of 18 years of sifting through conventional and unconventional sources in Denmark, England, Mexico and the United States. The story finds a way to help the reader feel that s/he is also sifting through data and forming their own conclusions. Cross The Bridge of Deaths into 1939, and dive into cold Danish waters to uncover the secrets of the G-AESY .


Saturday, August 16, 2014

AUGUST 16, 1939 Retreiving the plane from Danish waters and Anthony Crossley predicts the begining of WW II as early as 1932


Two Standard Oil Men Killed in Plane Crash; British M.P. Also Is a Victim in Denmark

COPENHAGEN, Denmark, Aug. 15.--Samuel J. Simonton of Allentown, Pa., and C.A. Casteillo, a Mexican, both representatives of the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey, and Anthony C. Crossley, a member of the British Parliament, were among five persons killed in a plane crash in Denmark today.

Source of images Danish Museum of Science and Technology, The Zonen Salvage Collection

THE BRIDGE OF DEATHS ~75th anniversary event

75 years ago The German invasion of Poland began on 1 September 1939. Setting forth the inevitability of WW II.
In 1932 Anthony Crossley British MP who died on board the above plane predicted the invasion of the polish corridor.