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Quote from the novel White Spirit: “To understand the Dreamtime, you must understand that we do not own the land. The land is our mother and she owns and nurtures us.” -Old Aboriginal saying.


White Spirit (A novel based on a true story) by [Morcan,James, Morcan, Lance]

In the historical adventure White Spirit (A novel based on a true story)  Irish convict John Graham escapes confinement only to be captured by fierce Aboriginal tribesmen. He is sustained by the love of two women – one black, one white.

★★★★★ “Disturbing, brutal, honest, and unputdownable.” –Great Historicals TOP 50 REVIEWER

Authors’ note: Though White Spirit is first and foremost a novel and therefore a work of fiction, many of the adventures described herein happened – exactly as related in some cases, and with some embellishments for drama’s sake in others. In reality, John Graham’s story was so unbelievably remarkable it needn’t have been dramatized. However, as novelists, we couldn’t resist expanding upon and adding characters to certain true-life events.

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Quote from White Spirit: “To understand the Dreamtime, you must understand that we do not own the land. The land is our mother and she owns and nurtures us.” –Old Aboriginal saying.


White Spirit (A novel based on a true story) by [Morcan,James, Morcan, Lance]

White Spirit (A novel based on a true story).


When Irish convict John Graham escaped Australia’s Moreton Bay penal settlement only to be captured by a remote tribe of Aborigines who had never seen a white man before, he couldn’t have known what adventures lay before him.

At first, the natives thought Graham a white spirit, one of their own returned from the dead. And he considered them backward, bloodthirsty savages.

As the years passed, he became lover to the beguiling Aboriginal woman who ‘identified’ him as her late husband, and he became a father to her two children. He also came to realise the natives who had adopted him were people who harboured the same hopes, dreams and desires as himself.

Over this period, John Graham was never forgotten by the beautiful young Englishwoman he’d left behind. He was also tracked relentlessly by a native the British Army called the Tracker.

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In White Spirit (A novel based on a true story)  escaped convict John Graham learns the Aboriginal First Nations people of Australia believe their loved-ones sometimes return from the Dreaming as a white spirit.

Excerpt from novel follows:

The villagers were shouting encouragement to the pair tasked with ridding the white spirit from their midst. If the Irishman had been in any doubt about what his captors had planned for him, he was in no doubt now. As he was lifted over the fire, he began screaming. “Please! Put me down!”

At the sound of John speaking in a foreign tongue, the Kabi fell silent. The pair holding him dropped him to the ground, startled.

Only now did Mamba have a clear view. Like the others of her clan, she’d been mesmerised by her first sighting of a white man. However, for no apparent reason, when she looked at John she thought of her beloved Moilow. Mamba stood up and led her two boys by the hand over to join the others. She wanted a closer look at the stranger.


White Spirit (A novel based on a true story) by [Morcan, Lance, Morcan,James]


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Our top rating historical adventure WHITE SPIRIT (A novel based on a true story)  has been released as a paperback – available via Amazon, major book distributors and your local library.


White Spirit (A novel based on a true story)

Now available as a paperback and ebook.


Meanwhile, the Kindle ebook version of White Spirit  continues to attract critical acclaim as these 5-star reviews attest:

“The best way to describe this novel is disturbing, brutal, honest, and unputdownable. It is real, very, very real with fascinating characters at the helm. Very highly recommended! Both men and women will enjoy the story.” –Great Historical Reviews

“Compelling, thought-provoking…a great read!” –Sheri A. Wilkinson

“This was such a captivating story, and it made for a few very enjoyable days of reading. I would definitely recommend it.” –Amazon Australia Top 50 reviewer Todd Simpson

This is Lance and James Morcan’s best work to date. It is up there with Colleen McCullough’s Thorn Birds.” –Author Yvonne Crowe

“One of the best novels I have ever read it kept me enthralled from start to finish I couldn’t put it down “a real fecking page turner” which will have you rooting for the Irishman John Graham.” –Amazon Customer


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In our new release historical adventure novel White Spirit, convicts who escape from the notorious Moreton Bay penal settlement, on Australia’s east coast, risk death in the form of hunger, thirst, heat-stroke, snake-bite or sheer exhaustion. If by some chance they survive all that, they must elude Barega, an Aboriginal tracker employed by the British Army.

We introduce Barega early in the novel. He’s a tracker without peer – and he’s a born killer if ever there was.

Here’s an excerpt from White Spirit:

A wiry Aboriginal tracker ran fast through the undergrowth, following tracks only he could see. He carried a spear in one hand and a nulla nulla, or club, in the other. Wearing only a loincloth, he covered the ground with effortless ease, his bare feet hardly touching the sun-baked earth.

This was Barega, one of the last surviving members of the mysterious Joondaburri, a tribe whose menfolk were renowned up and down Australia’s east coast for their superior tracking abilities. In the language of his people, his name meant the Wind, which was appropriate for he ran like the wind. To the British soldiers who employed him, he was simply known as the Tracker.

Although only average height, Barega’s legs were out of proportion in that they were unusually long in relation to his torso – a fact that gave him a distinct advantage in his chosen occupation. Few men, black or white, could match him for speed in a cross-country foot race, and, like others of his tribe, he could run all day long, seemingly without tiring or succumbing to the relentless heat.

The tracks he followed were those of three convicts who had escaped custody earlier that morning. They were heading west, away from the coast and away from Moreton Bay – the site of Britain’s newest penal colony and home to two hundred or so convicts and soldiers. The route was leading deeper into the tropical rainforest that hugged this part of the coast. It became progressively steeper as the hills gave way to mountains.

Barega was accompanied by three soldiers who followed him on horseback. He glanced back at them from time to time to ensure they remained in contact. Though their horses were doing most of the work, it was clear to him the men were having a hard time of it in the heat. They stopped every so often to drink from their water bottles.

Leading the way was Lieutenant Desmond Hogan, a dashing Englishman who was a career soldier through and through. Hogan’s ambition to succeed in his chosen career was hinted at by his senior ranking, which was an achievement in itself for one so young. He was only twenty-six. His rapid rise up the ranks had undoubtedly been influenced by the fact that his father and his father’s father had both been high ranking army officers, and he was candid enough to acknowledge that, but that didn’t change the fact he was a man of some ability whose promotion had largely been based on merit.

Hogan caught Barega’s eye. “How close, Tracker?” he asked.

Pulling up, the tracker pointed at the sun, which at that moment was to the northeast, and then he pointed dead north. “Soon, Mister,” he said by way of explanation, though no explanation was necessary.

The young lieutenant had used Barega so often he could readily understand the other’s hand signals. On this occasion, the tracker had indicated they’d catch up to their quarry by mid-day when the sun would be where he’d indicated – dead north. By Hogan’s reckoning, that would be in an hour’s time give or take. He glanced around at his two men. “Another hour should do it,” he said.


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In our new release historical adventure WHITE SPIRIT (A novel based on a true story), set in 19th Century Australia, escaped Irish convict John Graham finds sanctuary with the Kabi, a primitive tribe of Aborigines who have never seen a white man. During his time with the clan members, John marvels at their uncanny ability to navigate the landscape by following the mysterious Songlines – tracks left by their spirit ancestors from the Dreaming.

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We refer to the Songlines in the following excerpts from White Spirit. To set the scene, John Graham finds himself in the company of Mamba, a fetching young widow who believes him to be Moilow, her deceased husband who has returned to her in the form of a white spirit. They and the other clan members are relocating to new hunting grounds…

Mamba was currently singing to herself – something John had observed her do often, especially whilst walking. He found the melody enchanting, captivating even, and though he could understand little of what she sang about, it nevertheless strangely resonated with him. For reasons he couldn’t explain, it made him feel at one with nature.

“What do you sing about, Mamba?” he enquired, speaking slowly so that she would get the gist of what he was asking.

The young woman smiled patiently and then rolled her eyes in mock exasperation – as if to say this was something John should know. “Why you ask…such thing…Moilow?” she asked in pigeon English. “Surely remember…the Songlines.”

John just shrugged. He had heard her and others often talk about something they called the Songlines, but still he didn’t know what they were.

When Mamba saw that her man looked genuinely bemused, she reverted to her native tongue. “You know we sing to the land and its sacred landmarks because it is alive,” she said. “Our ancestors have told us it is so, remember? The Songlines allow us to follow the paths left by our spirit ancestors from the Dreamtime.” She paused to assess whether John understood.

The Irishman had heard Mirritji speak of the Dreamtime. He understood it no more than he did the Songlines, but he knew better than to dismiss it as twaddle, so he nodded to indicate he was following her so far.

Encouraged, Mamba continued, “By following the…Dreaming Tracks…we walk in footprints of those…who went before us…and so we journey safely…and never get lost.”

That bit John did understand. He had long observed the Kabi never seemed to lose their way, not even when venturing into foreign territories never before visited. He’d learned that for their initiation, the clan’s boys went bush, as they called it, armed only with a spear and often trekking hundreds of miles into the interior – an age-old ritual which, if they survived, formally ushered them into manhood. On occasion, they didn’t return. Not because they’d become lost, he’d been assured, but because some other catastrophe had befallen them. More often than not, that catastrophe was a failure to find food or water, or falling foul of enemies of the Kabi. Whatever the reason, the end result was usually death…

And later, during another trek to yet another campsite…

John noticed Mamba’s eyes were now fixed on a craggy, bush-covered hill to their left, and she began singing louder and with more feeling. He remembered seeing the hill once before – this time last year to be precise – and he recalled Mamba had told him it was the place where her father had died. He could see tears now rolled down her face, and he wanted to comfort her, but he resisted because he had learned she didn’t appreciate being distracted at such times.

Since Mamba had first told him about the Songlines, John had imagined more than once he could hear them singing back to him. It only happened when he was alone, and then only very occasionally. Once, quite recently, it had seemed so real he’d mentioned it to Mirritji. John had half expected the elder to laugh at him, but Mirritji had assured him it was the Songlines he’d heard. He remembered advising the old man that he couldn’t understand the words of the song. Mirritji had smiled and said, “The language of the Songlines is in the rhythm of the song, not the words, Moilow. The rhythm is an echo of the sky and of the land below. Listening to it, or singing it, guarantees you always have a path to follow.”

“I can make no sense of the sound I hear,” John had complained.

“You must clear your mind and listen harder, Moilow,” Mirritji had patiently advised. “The Songlines guided you back to us. They will guide you again.”

The next time John thought he heard the Songlines, he took the elder’s advice and listened harder, but still he could make no sense of the sound. Yet he found it comforting.


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As a footnote, it seems very likely the Aborigines’ oneness with the Songlines endures to this day. Their tracking abilities are second-to-none, and their ability to survive in the harsh Outback of Australia defies explanation.