Every morning, Julia leaves her stately home, to run the same tree-lined route, around her seemingly perfect neighbourhood, as a routine of her seemingly perfect life.
Beautiful and gracious, she appears to have it all.
Every morning, Julia leaves her stately home, to run the same tree-lined route, around her seemingly perfect neighbourhood, as a routine of her seemingly perfect life. Beautiful and gracious, she appears to have it all.
Streetwalker Tommy is on a journey to a destination that has no address. He is on a mysterious mission, as he battles the complexities of the homeless life, with absolutely nothing.
But is Julia’s life as idyllic as it seems? And is Tommy bound for a lifetime of destitution?
How is it that these two unlikely characters have so much more in common than anyone could dare to imagine?
This story of love, loss and intrigue will have readers captivated from beginning to end.
Gill Van Der Walt
My love for writing started at an early age – probably around 7 or 8 years old where I would write poems for my mom and my teachers. Those days there were no emails or cell phones and I had 15 pen-pals by the age of 13. My mom would always find me in my room, pen in hand and music in the background. My love for poetry grew and as an adult, I decided to turn it into a hobby. I wrote short magazine articles in my spare time. A few were published and I enjoyed partaking in a few competitions too. I found this to be the perfect opportunity to write my first book – on real life events and trauma that took place. I poured my soul into my book.
The response from the public was phenomenal and it is at that moment that I found my true calling in life: to be an author. Not only did I love every minute of writing it but it brought me great joy to see how I had touched people’s lives with inspiration – the “writer’s” bug had bitten. That is when the “Angel” trilogy was born. The story came to me overnight and the plotting of it was at the most bizarre of places e.g. stopping at traffic lights or waiting in the car for my children to finish school or at a doctor’s room, I would pull out pen and paper and jot down thoughts, words, ideas. It was not until we went on holiday for a week in July that I got totally inspired in the Drakensburg mountains and that is where my writing took place, in the peace and tranquility. Most nights when writing, I would only fall asleep after midnight but it doesn’t exhaust me, if anything, it is therapeutic