Tag archives: michael armour

Armoured
By Jeff Wing   |   June 23, 2026

“We sold the book to Leonardo DiCaprio a long time ago,” Michael Armour says. He’s told the story so many times – lived with it for long enough – the episode’s clearly been stripped of its power; except for the power to make Armour’s stomach sink. “He and the director held onto the book for […]

Last Light in Paradise: Chapter 7
By Michael C. Armour   |   February 19, 2026

*Editor’s Note* Every now and then, a story comes along that refuses to stay put. It lingers on your nightstand. It sneaks into conversation. For us, Last Light in Paradise is one of those stories, and we’re delighted to let it loose, one chapter at a time, in the pages of the Montecito Journal. Well, […]

Last Light in Paradise: Chapter 6
By Michael C. Armour   |   February 11, 2026

Every now and then, a story comes along that refuses to stay put. It lingers on your nightstand. It sneaks into conversation. For us, Last Light in Paradise is one of those stories, and we’re delighted to let it loose, one chapter at a time, in the pages of the Montecito Journal. Well, at least […]

Last Light in Paradise: Chapter 2
By Michael C. Armour   |   January 14, 2026

Editors Note: Every now and then, a story comes along that refuses to stay put. It lingers on your nightstand. It sneaks into conversation. For us, Last Light in Paradise is one of those stories, and we’re delighted to let it loose, one chapter at a time, in the pages of the Montecito Journal. Well, […]

‘Last Light’ and a New Year
By Gwyn Lurie   |   January 11, 2026

Happy New Year! And boy, could we use one. These days have not been sunny, however the Montecito Journal is trying to brighten the path in 2026 by sharing with you a book we’ve fallen in love with.  Last Light in Paradise is the first novel published by the Montecito Journal Media Group. Book publishing […]

Last Light in Paradise – Chapter 1
By Michael C. Armour   |   January 10, 2026

Chapter 1 The man and the horse moved out of the pine trees, crossed open meadow for a quarter mile, then took the old farm road down past the big boulders of the dry river and came up into orchard. His name was Creek. He was riding the black thoroughbred named Spinnaker and liked how […]