Left-Hand World

By Jill Zeller

Owen Andrews meets his obsession, Lynne Penney, a woman scarred by her legendary visit to a parallel world. But obsessions can both destroy and heal. Owen is about to find out how.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J Z Morrison Press
• Release date: Aug 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476454573

Jill Zeller

The author of numerous short stories and novels, Jill Zeller lives in Albany, Oregon with her patient husband, and a venerable cat and her thralls, two adult English Mastiffs. Her works explore the complex geology of reality. Some may call it fantasy but there are rarely swords and never elves.

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Left-hand World

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Jill Zeller

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Left-hand World

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Left-hand World

This is a thing I have told no one, not even my wife. My sister suspects, and still asks, but I never confirm.

Summer, 1976

As I walked back to the studio apartment I rented on Polk Street—a dim and stained neighborhood of drunks and drug addicts San Franciscans absurdly called the Tenderloin, but it was the best place I could find for the money—I found myself pulling my calculator from my pocket. My luck has turned. I have really found her.

I could barely wait to call my sister, tell her the news. She would say, Owen, you are such a boy. Grow up. But, reaching my building, I walked past it. I went north on Polk, past the dusty bookstore and the methadone clinic, the corner grocery slash liquor store. If I kept walking and thinking, I wouldn't have to worry about feeling compelled to check my message service, Message for Dr Owen Andrews regarding your return to Rendell college this fall or letters from the College politely reminding me that my sabbatical was over in one month and I would be expected back on campus to take up my classes.

Lynne Penney. I had sat right across the table from her. Even though the bartender with the wolf tattoo had called her Lynne, and I would know the face anywhere, luminescent blue eyes, heavy brows, hair the color of midnight, soft, pointed,