Dawn Millen: 8 books

Surviving widowhood during the first year is a challenge. Each day has its own unique set of challenges. Dawn Millen exposes her own first year in the hope it will help others deal with the heart wrenching journey all widows and widowers face. Nothing is left out and emotions are to the fore.  Reading...

We stand on the lookout at the edge of the escarpment looking out across the flood plain to the coast and the village that was my home as a child. The scene before us is much changed from the last time I stood here more than 10 years ago. The earthquake that devastated my outback home has changed...

I stand here with tears streaming down my face as I read the small notebooks that belonged to my late mother. The words take me back to a time I can barely remember and her diaries bring those days back to me. The memories she had prior to the birth of my brother and I are now a part of the story...

Its 5.30am on the first day of January 2013, the sun is hanging like a big red ball just above the trees with the promise of stifling heat.  Dust motes dance along the rays of light and the world is still and quiet, even the parrots that normally screech and scream at this hour of the day are silent....

Jenn’s Diary Entry 31 January 2014 Today we saw the settlement come face to face with a shocking incident and I am still reeling from the impact, so are many of the others. We came under attack from a marauding band of thugs from one of the cities. It happened late in the morning,...

I am Sloan, some people call me their worst nightmare and others call me their saviour. I am a bit of both. No one calls me friend. This is how I came to be who I am today. 04.00 hrs 01 January 2013 Company Barracks I must be the only person round here that did not celebrate New...

The Collected Edition of Outback Exodus contains all five books in the best reading order. With a series the books are not always written chronologically so this is my way of putting the stories in order.  After the world is rocked by a devastating earthquake event this is what happens next. 

My eyelids fly open with the soft knocking on the front door of Peggy’s home. Bessie is standing on the end of the mattress, her head turned towards the sound, a soft growl coming from her lips. The first grey streaks of morning show through the closed curtains. Who on earth would be knocking on...