Download or read book Shards of Ephemera written by Edmund Robert Kowkabany and published by Xlibris Corporation. This book was released on 2012-09 with total page 560 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Shards of Ephemera is a wry morality tale concerning the playful parting gambit of Tammy A., a gold-digging, thoroughly American adventuress whose life is about to be surprisingly changed when she bewitches a dissolute scion solely to gain entrée to his mysterious moneybags father, who is now reclusive in his estate on the most fabled and golden of coasts. Tammy is an enchanting backwoods girl with grand ambitions to escape her past, and one abundantly endowed with, among numerous other attributes, the precocious aplomb to accomplish just that, to leave her origins far behind without a trace. So while her presumptive peers were dreaming still about puerile romances and prom nights, she was already frolicking among the wealthy and glamorous at the world's most glittering playgrounds. Tammy is the consummate femme fatale, and anyone whom she chose to bewitch was doomed to an afterlife of ruin, ignominy, and remorse. Her success was dazzling, legendary, her landscape littered with corpses, stuff immortalized in lyrics, sonnets, and ballads, even a few underground graphic novels. It's said that the persona of , of recent notorious celluloid celebrity, was inspired by her exploits. There is no telling what Tammy might have further achieved in the hardboiled, demimonde world of hers and how many more lurid tabloid scandals provoked, but the truth was that by the ripe old age of twenty-four and after having already amassed riches beyond her wildest fantasies, not only did a vague languor start settling in, which was distressing enough, but to her rising chagrin and just as potentially calamitous to her walk of life, most of the nuggets of gold she unwittingly, paradoxically mined of late were from a hitherto unsuspected or blithely repressed tender quarry within her own heart. Yep, it was too woefully true, especially for the motley horde of paparazzi, troubadours, harlequins, hangers-on, and others scrambling in her wake, whose livelihoods depended on her and the buzz she created: the ruthless edge and cutthroat zeal, the ineffable force of nature that vaulted her foremost in the scintillating pageant were dissipating, imperceptibly but inexorably. Tammy was canny enough to know that once she started feeling anything but pitilessness toward her intended prey and purpose, she herself was doomed. And so she quietly retreats from her perilous world of intrigue and seduction. But while sojourning in a certain place on her increasingly restive quest to escape ennui, serendipitously, in the elegant bar of a palatial hotel Tammy's curiosity is piqued by a drunken loner babbling aloud, an apparent habitué of the establishment by the manner with which he is obsequiously coddled by the staff. After discreetly inquiring, she learns that this woebegone oaf is the disgraced, outcast scion of one of the country's grandest fortunes, an empire built, literally, on peddling rags. This debauched pariah, whose name is Eberley, resides in a penthouse suite many stories above the bar all arranged by his curmudgeonly father to keep him, it is openly whispered, as far away as possible. Voilà, here are both temptation and opportunity impossible to resist, one final dare, a last hurrah! Although in his lethargic, laconic, oafishly oblivious and absurd kind of way the outcast proves to be obdurately resistant to easy seduction, which Tammy discovers much to her vexation, after much ado she succeeds in gaining entrée to the reclusive magnifico his father and emperor of empire who is, as she gradually corroborated from many sources during her arduous interlude spent in prodding the oaf his son, a treasury unto himself, as impervious to the vicissitudes of fortune as an oil-rich, rags-to-riches nation-state. But what ironically ensues is unlike anything Tammy anticipated or ever dreamed experiencing. The ailing empire-builder is a self-made maverick of the old school boorish and gruff, one who always wickedly delights in fl