Ombabika Bay is a long poem taken from the journals of Charlie Shapwaykeesic.
The people of the village of Ombabika Bay have asked Charlie to assume the role of Shaman.
Accessing the memories of... More > his ancestors, Charlie weaves a story of the Muskego from ancient times to the present day.
The setting is the fictional village of Ombabika Bay, situated on the north shore of Lake Nipigon in northwestern Ontario. The people are of the First Nations Swampy Cree or Muskego tribe.
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Frank teams up with Robbie Quick to track down the people who have used a computer program to steal millions of dollars from the Federal Government. When another client’s home is burgled and an... More > old painting turns out to be a Klimt, the cases become entangled in an old mystery – the disappearance of Daddy Vic and the Lois Lake Gold mine. Computers, the Hells Angels, a gold mine and a Klimt painting finally lead Frank to Vienna where he makes the Klimt connection.< Less
Frank Pilger, forensic accountant, works with CSIS to apprehend the people who ran a stockmarket swindle. With his new CSIS partner, Robbie Quick, they follow a lead involving a Maher Morcos painting... More > to La Jolla, CA.
This is the second in the series of Frank Pilger novels.< Less
In this fourth novel in the series,forensic accountant Frank Pilger investigates the posssible theft of the new Light Burst Fire Cannon. The investigation leads to a Broken Arrow - a missing Russian... More > bomber - and no one, not the Russians, Americans or Canadians will admit there may be a 'Borken Arrow' somewhere in Northern Ontario.< Less
Winner of the WynLit 73 novella contest, Cottage Number 2 takes the reader to NipBay Resort where Charlie's ghost interferes with the vacation plans of the guests and the camp owners. Humour, murder... More > and a treasure hunt . . .< Less
Some people call me Spider; however, my name is Clifford Cornwall Harper. In the spring of 1948, the Ontario Provincial Police charged me with abandoning my four children in an isolated shack in the... More > dead of winter.
If praying is only a means of self-expression, perhaps Arlene’s technique of asking me all those questions and writing the answers like a story is just as useless an exercise. It has not stopped the nightmares and indeed, I now have memory to haunt me – the death of Arlene. The big question remains: would the world be a better place if I had never been born? If the answer is yes, then I must ask myself is there still time to change that answer? At over eighty years of age, I do not have much time left to make amends. If the answer is no, perhaps all I can do is hang around to see if my kids or my grandchildren might need me. I think it is just my dog and me now. At least he does not talk my ear off by posing questions about the past.< Less