Softly, William Softly Richard Cheney [historic fiction]
"What about William?"  The query had been posed by the wife of William Butler Yeats, years after his death, to Maud Gonne, the woman to whom William had proposed numerous times over twenty years before he surrendered to rejection and married Georgie Hyde-Lees.  This was not a simple love triangle and it was not even the tragedy of love that drove Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet to fate-stained suicide upon one another's breast.  This was a Hermetic triad of accidental proportion, fulfilling W.B. Yeats' own prediction of being thrown into "the frog spawn of a blind man's ditch," a "fecund ditch" of a world.  Maud Gonne tells us the forty-year story in a flashback of memories, treading carefully through the years and Yeats' poetry to find the answer that would satisfy and relieve Georgie's jealousy while being honest to the memory of W.B. Yeats.  Maud could not allow William, whom she dubbed "William Softly," to love her, but she had to face and ultimately justify why that should be so.  In the process, Maud makes discoveries about her troubled life that should have led her to entirely different conclusions.  "Tread softly," William said, "because you tread on my dreams."

Master Mahan by Richard Cheney [historic fiction]

"Vice is a monster," wrote Alexander Pope, "of such frightful mien as to be hated needs but to be seen..." Who was not familiar with the essence of glamour, the face easily endured, difficult to pity, but fatal to embrace? Miranda Mallory seduced the silver screen and all who watched her there. Rumored were her antics with the likes of political powerhouses, California Senators Jason and Tommy Doheny, brothers and competitors for Miranda's affection. But other forces lurk in public and private places in L.A., forces that have a history moving and shaking L.A., glistening like black gold glitter of tinsel, like no earthquake could. Oil and water in the desert. That's politics, it is said, but who said that it had to run to the extreme of murder? Murder to get gain. What monster could have taken Miranda before her time? Many pointed to the brothers, darker than their images would appear, but look deep into those eyes, eyes that remain, after death, riveting in their allure and deadly in their bitter consequence and then dare to hold to that rumor after Jason, and then Tommy, are also murdered. There is a monster to be endured, pitied and embraced, but who and why did that monster wait so long to admit that gain is not the result of murder, and neither water nor oil can act like blood?

Bella Gioconda by Richard Cheney [historic fiction]

For five hundred years, it was just a chalk drawing of a young woman, the daughter of Chianti vintner, Antonmaria Gherardini. Leonardo da Vinci consented to be Maria's tutor. Her powers of observation and skill in translating that sight to paper were more expressive than even he, the most intelligent and talented man in the world, could imagine. At the culmination of four years of tutoring in the 1490's, Leonardo is captivated by the girl whom he calls La Gioconda, one who smiles. She literally stole his mind if not his heart. While appreciating her finished portrait on the eve of her wedding, Leonardo grasped the paper by the upper corner, leaving his fingerprint in the chalk, innocently setting history on fire that he was the artist of the portrait. But five hundred years can confuse identity of both subject and artist. A Swiss art collector, Claude Beauvin, owner of a modest collection, heard a rumor and sought to confirm it. In the process, his wife, Ghiselle, and a New York art dealer, an art history professor and a man from INTERPOL become entangled in the drawing's history. A reclusive young widow, Andrea Garibaldi-Chase, current owner of the drawing, seeks to sell it at auction. The bidding surpasses Beauvin's funds, but a note delivered to him along with a substantial roll of dollars allows Beauvin to outlast all other bidders. Betrayed and abandoned by his calculating wife, Beauvin discovers who made the drawing, but also that the drawing's subject is more than a random girl. She is the ancestor of the alluring widow, Mrs. Chase, and is not just Maria, but a woman who is known by her true given name in honor of her father's mother.

Circle of the Sky by Richard Cheney [historic fiction]

A lonely, unknown and unseasoned sculptor, struggling for recognition, even from his own father, goes to live in the household of a generous and cultured patron. In the course of elevating his art, he struggles against the opportunity to develop a relationship with a young woman who competes for his favor while he pursues the favor of his art. She, though coincidentally in the same household, lives echelons above his station, a true debutante coming of age. The young woman, barely three years his junior, radiant beyond her age and the daughter of a duke, chanced a glimpse at the artist at work, covered in marble dust, working the marble that was submissive to his every stroke even though he is but a teenager of sixteen. She is thrilled. He, turning to her interruption, is smitten by her radiance. So begins an unlikely but often repeated tale of crossed stars. Those stars would, in time, turn full circle for them. The reluctant lovers, likewise, complete a circle of such circumference, it will occupy lifetimes to achieve. She was the lovely Contessina de' Medici and he was Michelangelo.

The Road Taken by Richard Cheney [non-fiction]

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." wrote the poet, Robert Frost. Drawn from the bitter experiences of his life, yet these words offer a sublime caution to urge our understanding of the road each of us travels. The character we develop, the choices we make and the course we follow are essential to be understood fully and with clear intent to run life's course with purpose. We either let the road lead us without purpose and we stagnate, or we make plans only to abandon them and take tributary paths that may not reach the conclusion we expected, or we plan carefully, remain devoted to the plan and follow the course we have charted to reach the goals we had set. They are our choices to make and the choices made must follow to their natural conclusions. An analysis of Frost's watershed poem helps to understand how planning and choice make the road the pleasure and reward it should be for all who travel divergent roads on the road taken.

Peacemaker by Richard Cheney [non-fiction]

As a manual for peacemakers, the Holy Bible has a relevant, single chapter. There are other worthy principles to learn, but the peacemaker's craft is contained in a sermon offered on a mountain to which had gathered a multitude to hear what Jesus had to say. What he said has been heard over great distances around the globe for thousands of years without our yet taking full advantage of the advice that would cure every single social ill that plagues our modern society. It is known today as the Sermon on the Mount, and its original offering was followed by a multitude saying: "this is an hard word; who can hear it?" We say the same today. But no other path, no other attitude will lead us to the peace as only he could offer: the words of a peacemaker, the words of eternal life. If we would be a peacemaker, we must employ the principles of mercy, purity of heart, hunger for righteousness, poverty of spirit, and, yes, the suffering of persecution while declaring love for those who persecute. These are the character traits of a peacemaker. These are the attitudes that will calm the seas of our discontent.

Irreantum by Richard Cheney [historic fiction]

It was a ship built by the desire of one man: Nephi. Its story is told in a book reckoned as true by less than one percent of the world's population, as interesting by some, a fantasy by many and an absurdity by just as many. Two thirds of the world's population may have never heard of Nephi nor the voyage of his family six hundred years before Christ. One man, Dr. Alma Carlisle, a marine acheologist, is determined to find the ship of legend that so many consider as little more than legend. To do so, he is challenged by a group of archeology graduate students to attempt to build and sail a similar ship, just to see if the legenday voyage was possible. From the shores of a protected natural harbor in Oman, they and an Omani crew collect the materials, build the ship and sail off into a maritime miracle and an assurance by all that on some voyages of discovery, more hands on deck than mortal may be at hand in the affairs of men. Irreantum, translated to mean "many waters" is her christened name. The ship sails the Indian and Pacific oceans and into its own legend of faith-promoting discovery.