...and the angels sang


...and the angels sang

John Sims Jeter


   Jon Bernier returns to rural Alabama to tidy up family plots in a cemetery. Ruminations of his first love, a concert pianist, are shattered when he discovers her defaced memorial stone. Clandestine international pharmaceutical concerns, coupled with government illegalities, are unexpectedly revealed, offering Jon a possible reprise as he learns that broken links of lives have a chance to be re-connected.


ISBN: 978-1-931982-85-6 Library Binding  $26.00     Sale: $11

ISBN: 978-1-931982-86-3 Trade Paper      $15.95     Sale: $6


332 pages


About the Author: 

John Sims Jeter resides in Temple Terrace, Florida, and is a member of Lifelong Writers at the University of South Florida. His short story, “The Man Who Took Notes,” was published in the 2004-2005 Issue of The Louisville Review and nominated for 2005 Pushcart Prize XXIX. Another short story, “My Life as a Lid,” appears in the 2006-2007 issue of Palm Prints, a literary journal of Lifelong Writers – University of South Florida.

John, a native of Birmingham, Alabama, retired in 2005 from his previous life as a mathematician and professional engineer. “…and the angels sang.” is his first published novel.

He is a volunteer reader for the Radio Reading Service of WUSF-FM at USF and enjoys writing and reading, choral singing, listening to music of the 50’s - 70’s, the blues and classical music, light yard work, and non-competitive bicycling.

  Excerpt from the Book:

Alabama - April, 1941

With her left hand she was moving a toy car back and forth on the well-worn pine flooring. With her right, she was thoughtfully working through a piano fingering she felt would better suit her mechanics. She picked up her ever present pencil and lightly wrote the new sequence above the notes. That should work much better. I’ll try it out later. She picked up the sheet music from the floor, looked at her notations, and was about to place the piece on a chair.

The toddler looked up.

“Look, Jon. We just push our cars easy. Like this.” With a gentle motion the tiny blue and silver vehicle came free from her hand and began a short trip as it rolled nearly parallel to the seams between the individual planks.