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Sunday Snippet April 30, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

Following directly from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

A look of pain flashed across his face. “I give you my word, my lady, had I been there, I would have stepped in, would have protected you.” 

The gentleness and honesty in his voice deflected her anger and she stared at him, puzzled.  “But you said you saw it.  Are you a Seer, then?”

“A Seer? No, not I.  I am just a simple Bard.”  He smiled. “Your unicorn showed me.”

“My… my unicorn?”

He nodded. “What is his name?”

“Justice,” she replied, only half paying attention to the question as she followed his gaze to the clearing where Justice and another unicorn grazed.  “But, they’re just animals…”

“They are more than just animals, my lady.  They choose their riders, and they can communicate with us.  I promised Justice that I would teach you when you are strong enough.”

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

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Sunday Snippet April 23, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

Following directly from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

Involuntarily she jerked away from his touch and clutched at the blanket as it slipped from her torso.  “My clothes!  What have you done?”

“I treated your wounds as best I could,” he said quietly.  “Unfortunately your blouse did not survive.”  His lips twitched with humor as he nodded toward the pile of blood-soaked white silk that lay next to her.

She stared at it for a long moment, trying to regain control of herself.  “I’m sorry,” she said as she calmed. “I – I …”

“I know,” he said softly.   The gentleness and understanding in his voice soothed her.  “I saw what happened,” he went on, “and I expected you to be afraid.  But I give you my word, I did nothing untoward.”  

“You saw what happened?  You just watched?   Why didn’t you help me?”

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Sunday Snippet April 16, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

Following directly from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

Marlia woke to find her arms restrained. Panic gripped her and she thrashed wildly as she tried to free herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled.

“Easy,” someone said, a tinge of amusement running through his warm soothing voice.  “You might not want to throw off all of the blankets that are covering you.”

She froze at the sound of his voice and slowly turned her head to look at him.  His dark blue eyes held both humor and compassion, and a soft smile played over his full lips.  A silver circlet tried –and failed – to restrain his thick black hair.  He had a slender graceful build and there was an air of gentleness about him that said that he was no threat to her, or anyone else. 

“I…” She looked around, disoriented.  The scents and sounds of the forest filled her senses.  “What…? Where…?”  Her mind was spinning in too many directions at once, all of them filled with fear and confusion.

“It’s all right,” he said softly. “You are safe.  I will not hurt you.”

“Who are you?” she asked, trying to sit up.

“Lie still,” he said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.  “You’ve had a rough night and you don’t need to be breaking open any wounds.”  

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Mid Month Update

Well, hey, here it is.  Friday. Time for another blog post. And time to go back to work. (Friday is my Monday; my weekend is Wednesday and Thursday.)

It’s also more or less the middle of the month, and I am… nowhere near the middle of my goal for Camp NaNoWriMo. (Closer to a fifth of the way if I’m doing the math right.)

I had wanted to get caught up over my weekend, but it was pretty busy. I spent way too much time and money shopping on Wednesday (food shopping – not even fun shopping), and cooking both Wednesday and Thursday. (My roommate and I are both nurses and both work on Sunday so we did our “Easter Dinner” yesterday.) I was pretty wiped out by the end of the day both days and feel like I need a day off to recover from my days off.

I am going to try to get a couple more pages done before work today, though. Every little bit helps, right?

Hopefully I’ll have some easy shifts this week so I can get more work done on the first round paper edits of The Academy of the Accord series. I’m currently on Book 10, and if I can get it done by the end of the month, and get Books 11 and 12 done by the end of next month, then I can try to get the concordance done by the end of the year, which will make the next round of edits go much more smoothly.  I hope.  I’m still shooting for a 2020 release for the series, and it’s almost looking possible.

Meanwhile, writing new stuff has been on hold, other than a flash fiction piece for the QSF contest and occasional Thursday Threads entries. And now I’m looking at maybe writing a short story or two to submit for consideration in an anthology…

Yes, I know I should be working on the sequel to Song and Sword, and I will be, but the deadline for the anthology is June 1st and it doesn’t really have one, so…

 

 

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Sunday Snippet April 9, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

 

Skipping a couple paragraphs from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

He had no reason to believe that anyone was following her, and he knew that Sonata and the other unicorn would stand guard and let him know if there was danger, but he would stay awake anyhow, watching her. 

 

Somewhere between midnight and dawn her fever broke, and she shivered so violently that he had trouble keeping the blankets around her, finally resorting to cocooning her in them.  Her unicorn came over and lay down next to her, lending her his warmth, and Pashevel smiled.

“You two have quite the bond, don’t you?” he murmured, then frowned. “No. No you don’t.  You were surprised when I knew to touch your horn, knew that you could show me what happened…” His voice trailed off as he forced himself to recall the scene the unicorn had shown him, this time focusing on her interaction with her mount.  “She doesn’t know, does she?” he asked softly, and saw a look of sadness in the unicorn’s eyes.  “Don’t worry, my friend.  When she is better we’ll teach her.”  A note of hope lit the unicorn’s eyes and Pashevel smiled. “Her fever is breaking, that’s a good sign.  I think she’s going to be all right.”  The unicorn touched him briefly with his horn in thanks, then closed his eyes contentedly and drifted off to sleep.

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Sunday Snippet April 2, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

Following directly from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

Pashevel retrieved his first aid kit from his gear, wondering if he had enough skills to tend her wounds.  There was so much blood… He dipped a clean rag into the water and hesitated.  The scene of the man trying to rape her was fresh in his mind and he didn’t want to frighten her, but he needed to remove her clothing to treat her wounds.   He gently lifted her again, easing her jacket down over her arms as she struggled, sobbing in fear and helplessness as he removed it.

“Easy,” Pashevel soothed.  “I’m not going to hurt you, my lady.  I just need to see your wounds so I can treat them.”   He knew that his words wouldn’t register, but the tone of his voice would. 

Tone.  He laid her down again, folding her jacket as a pillow for her, and pulled out his flute.  

Music filled the air, and brought with it magic, as Pashevel focused on the sound and shaped it to his will.  An air of serenity filled the area.   A few more notes and her breathing deepened into sleep; it would be easier for both of them if she was unconscious.  A few more notes and some of the pain washed from her face, and Pashevel sighed as he put his flute away.  Music and magic could only do so much:  the rest would have to be up to her.  Hesitantly he reached for her torn and blood-soaked blouse. “Forgive me, Lady,” he murmured and pulled it off. 

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Sunday Snippet March 26, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

Following directly from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

 

Pashevel caught his breath as he knelt and laid the figure next to the fire.  Slender fingers felt for a pulse and she moaned slightly in protest at his touch and he sighed with relief — at least the unicorn hadn’t brought him a corpse.

He lifted her enough to remove the white leather jacket that she wore, wincing as she struggled feebly. “No,” she moaned. “Don’t.”  The fear and pleading in her voice made him pause and he eased her down again with her jacket only half off. 

“What happened?” he asked softly looking up at her mount.  He turned and raised a hand, palm up, and the unicorn hesitated for a moment, and then rested his horn in it, showing him…

The scene was vivid:  the barn, the fight, the flames…  Pashevel broke contact, shaken. “No wonder you were afraid to trust me,” he murmured.  The white unicorn nuzzled him, an apology and an attempt to comfort him. “Go and rest, friend,” he murmured. “You deserve it.”

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Back In The… Oops!

So I finally got started writing again and was on a pretty good roll with the current Elven Bard novel yesterday morning – I added about 500 words or so, but then I had to go to work.

But I was on fire! Ready to dive back into it when I got home.

But then work happened.

It should have been a good night.  It wasn’t a shower night, it wasn’t blood sugar day, and I had two good aides. (Although there’d been a bit of weirdness between them the night before, but still, they were good aides and I figured we could muddle through another night before I talked to the bosses today.)

Ha!

Three hours into the shift, after yelling at the other aide (and yelling and swearing at me) one of them threw his i.d. badge about ten feet from the back room behind the nurse’s station onto my desk, and walked out.

So, yeah.  There went the “good night” at work.

And there went my writing time when I got home. I sort of needed to use 750words to destress from work.

I did manage to get some more editing of Book 8 of The Academy of the Accord series done, though, so that’s something at least.

And I’m hoping to dive back into writing after work tonight. (As long as nothing changes I have two very drama-free aides tonight and tomorrow.)

 

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Sunday Snippet March 19, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  (Man oh man, do I need the motivation!)

Picking up from last week.  (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

 

The unicorn studied him for a long moment, and Pashevel stood still, letting him think it over. Slowly the unicorn approached, nostrils wide, taking in his scent. Pashevel watched his muscles relax as his wariness started to fade.  The unicorn lowered his head and pressed the tip of his horn against the center of Pashevel’s chest, and the Elf laughed.  “You and I both know that you aren’t going to hurt me,” he said, “so don’t even pretend to threaten.”  He laid a slender hand against the golden horn.  “Now, are you going to let me help your rider or not?”

The last of the tension faded from the unicorn and Pashevel smiled, reaching up to remove the bridle.  “Come,” he said, slinging it over his shoulder and turning back toward his campfire.  “Let’s see what you’ve brought me.”

The unicorn walked quietly, careful not to dislodge his rider, and Pashevel could feel his relief at having found help.  Sonata fell into formation on Pashevel’s other side and he chuckled, reaching over and putting a hand against her dark neck. She nuzzled him softly in return. 

“I’m just going to get your rider down,” Pashevel said as he reached up to the motionless figure.  “Then I’ll get your saddle off.”   He froze for a moment as he noticed the blood that stained the white neck and mane, and then pulled the rider into his arms.  The unicorn turned his head, watching, anxious and protective.

 

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Sunday Snippet March 12, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  (Man oh man, do I need the motivation!)

Some of you may have seen some of this before.  I’m skipping ahead from last week, to introduce Pashevel.

 

Pashevel leaned back against the trunk of an old oak tree and gazed up at the night sky, raising his flute to his lips and relaxing as the music surrounded him. He closed his eyes and just played, no particular song, just music. It flowed from him and he smiled:  music was his greatest joy, his truest passion, his deepest love.  There was magic in music – and music was magic.  At least, in the hands and voice of a skilled Bard, it was. Especially an Elven Bard.

A soft sound caught his attention and he stopped playing and sat up, returning his awareness to his surroundings.  Sonata stood, her head up, ears pricked forward, her attention focused on something in the brush at the far edge of the clearing.  She was alert, but not tense – whatever it was, there was no danger.   

“What is it, girl?” he asked softly.  She tossed her head and there was a gleam of silver where the moonlight struck her horn.

Pashevel stood beside her, following her gaze.  Something white stood just inside the edge of the forest, watching them.  It moved, taking a few cautious steps toward them, and Pashevel got a clearer look at it – a unicorn.  “Friend of yours?” he asked.  Sonata flicked an ear dismissively, and he chuckled, then quickly grew serious as he saw the figure slumped over the unicorn’s back.  He started forward and stopped as the unicorn tossed his head and half shied away.

“Easy,” Pashevel soothed.  “I’m not going to hurt you or your rider.  I just want to help.  That’s why you came, isn’t it?”

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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