Readers with siblings will know about the title. I hated it, as a child who liked to look after my toys, when Mother ordered me to share my toys with my brothers or house guests. They would break them or lose attachments or fold over the corners of your comics or books. Tim Smith was like that. He started out poor and had to share growing up but as an adult he refused to share. Oh he was generous to a fault and he'd give you the shirt off his back, but share what was precious to him? No, never!
Hurricanes have a way of blowing away the old, leaving one to rebuild something new. Two evacuees are placed together by circumstance and something starts happening.
Lydia Taylor, brilliant son, Carl, who is about to go to college is bullied at school by a lowlife and his friends. After dropping her son off to leave for two weeks she decides to go and confront the parents of the bully. The parent is an ex-con who loses it when she threatens to get the cops involved. He and his two sons subdue her. They decide they are going to train her to be their plaything and a series of humiliations quickly ensue.
Once, magic worked. Centuries before Babylon, a boy from a poor family and little physical skill found a place through talent and hard study. His desires--safety, food, a woman’s affection--were in reach. But life was often short and risky: disease and drought, fire and enemy blades always loomed. To escape death, the apprentice hid away his spirit in a dangerous spell. He didn’t expect to sleep so long. Now, there are no sorcerers. Everything changed. And yet... / (Reviews)