Books write themselves. There are no authors. The characters and the world of the book just take over. With that in mind, here is the fifth book in a very real world, alternate universe, where my hand, you may call me the author, is simply used as the tool to scribe the words. And that fifth book is this book, this Glitter's Graveyard. Sarah's Saga has spanned seven years so far. Or so she tells me. And she has told me her tale from the beginning. And, truly, has much more to tell. She speaks so convincingly. It must be true, even the surreal. She is a retired attorney. Her career has been cram packed with fascinating aspects as has her personal life. But I mustn't forget what she tells me of when she was twenty eight years old. She was shattered, as her husband, a Washington State Senator of monumental influence, impartial and fair to his core, was murdered. And so she was hot on the heels of a once employee of hers, probably closely tied with the planning, or, at the least, who had intimate knowledge of his death. And that led her into Mexico, Central America, Colombia; fascinating places all. So it is a wonderful reckoning of a time in Sarah's life, full of love and travail as well. But she has told me that I mustn't say more.