title: Bloody Mary: The Awakening
author:  TJ Weeks 
description: I'm U.S. Veteran and author TJ Weeks. I started writing when I was very young. My first book was published at the early age of 12 by my middle school. After serving 8 years in the military, as well as an 18 month Iraq deployment I started dabbling in writing again. I finally published my 2nd book in 2009. I started my writing career in 2012 and have been doing it every since. After close to 60 published books I took a short break to take care of my dad when he was diagnosed with colon cancer and now back to what I love most. I have one book (The Horror Squad) going to film (2017), as well as a comic book series. I've won many awards in my career and have high hopes of continuing my success. If you've read one of my books, please leave a review and if you haven't ever read one of my books, please read the reviews and give one a try. There's honestly not many bias reviews on any of my books, I have PTSD and don't talk to enough people to have bias in my life. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1483829198575945/
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  The Tone of Time
  
  
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  # The Tone of Time
  
  
  ### Henry James
  
  
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  I was too pleased with what it struck me that, as an old, old
  
  
  friend, I had done for her, not to go to her that very afternoon with
  
  
  the news. I knew she worked late, as in general I also did; but I
  
  
  sacrificed for her sake a good hour of the February daylight. She was
  
  
  in her studio, as I had believed she would be, where her card ('Mary
  
  
  J. Tredick' — not Mary Jane, but Mary Juliana) was manfully on the
  
  
  door; a little tired, a little old and a good deal spotted, but with
  
  
  her ugly spectacles taken off, as soon as I appeared, to greet me. She
  
  
  kept on, while she scraped her palette and wiped her brushes, the big
  
  
  stained apron that covered 