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L.A. Meyer Biography

Louis A. Meyer (January 1, 1942 - July 29, 2014), was a Maine author. Writing under the name L.A. Meyer, he was best known for his young-adult historical series The Jacky Faber Adventures, also known as the Bloody Jack series. He also wrote two children's picture books and was a painter. He and his wife owned an art gallery called Clair de Loon in Bar Harbor.

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When in Boston, I shall be able to take you out to dinner, if not to bed. I should greatly prefer the latter, but I must accept my lot.

Bed, Boston, Dinner, Greatly, Take

You was talkin' out of yer head last night, too," chortles Davy. "No one's gonna fancy me. I'm gonna be ugly and no on'es gonna fancyme!" he mimics, mincing about the hammock. "You are such a rum cove, Jacky, for thinkin' such things when yer just about beat t' death! Fancy me? Fancy me? Jacky, no one's gonna fancy us, we're all gonna end up lookin' like Snag!" "Which is how a salty dog sailor's supposed to look," says Willy with a firm nod. "And you're halfway there, Jack-o!" crows Tink. Ah, the sweet comfort of friends.

Comfort, Dog, Night, Sweet, Things, Yer

I close my eyes, hoping to slip into the same dream again, but then that never happens, does it?

Doe, Dream, Eye, Eyes, Hoping

I fear that I am losing my mind. But really, it would not be such a precious thing to lose, as it only causes me pain.

Causes, Mind, Pain, Thing

What's the matter Jaimy? Ain't-cha never seen a girl before? -Jacky Faber

Faber, Girl, Jacky, Jaimy, Matter

If I take a tumble, I'll mae quite a splash, but at least I won't smash against the deck and make a mess. Still be dead, though.

Dead, Deck, Mess, Quite, Stills, Take

I can smell the smoke now. I can see tendrils of it comin' up between the cracks in the shrikin' floorboards. There she is, calmly taking down the framed examples of fine embroideries, samplers, and needlework from teh hallway wall and tucking them under her arm. "Mistress! Come on! You've got to leave!" She calmly turns and faces me. "Why?" she asks. "The British are coming?" "Only one, Mistress," I say

Floorboards, Mistress, Shrikin, Smell, Under, Wall

But surely we are not allowed. . . " "Allowed?" I counters. "We're allowed to do anything in this world until someone says we ain't allowed and that someone can back it up.

Allowed, Back, Counters, This World, World

Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have. . . yep.

Boys, Hair, Padriac, Red, Wondered

men i swear. " -jacky faber

Faber, Jacky, Men, Swear

Hmmmm. . . There certainly are a lot of pretty boys in this world.

Boys, Hmmmm, Pretty, This World, World

It is said that boys fall in love with their eyes, because they can be initially struck to their very core by a girl's mere physical beauty, while girls tend to fall in love with their ears. The outward handsomeness of the lad notwithstanding, a girl most of all likes to hear words of love everlasting, of how he will be kind and gentle with her and protect her from harm and want to always hold her in the highest respect and esteem.

Beauty, Eye, Fall, Falling In Love, Girl, Struck

You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest

Mate, Moment, Sailor, Tear, Tears, Thinking

And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?" "The Foresail?" "Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called. . . ". . . "The Next Sail, Sir?" "Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.

Alas, Foresail, Good, Might, Thinking, Would Be

I warn't never meant to be a lady, I know that now. I got streaks of wildness in me that trip me up every time, and just like streaks in clothes, there's some dirt that just won't wash out.

Clothes, Dirt, Lady, Streaks, Wildness