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Sunday Snippet, February 17, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.  Picking up from last week’s snippet. (Yes, I know Tamira’s line is awkward, but it’s a first draft. It’ll get better.)

Jacob laughed. “Ah, Cara. You’ll learn soon enough.” He sobered. “You’ll learn far too much far too soon, I fear.”

“She’ll be ready,” Tamira said. “When she’s ready to learn, we’ll teach her, and by the time she needs the knowledge she’ll be ready to receive it.”  

“What are you two talking about?”

“Something we shouldn’t be,” Jacob replied, locking eyes with Tamira. “Especially since I ran into Henry Rupert and he had a cancellation so if you’d like to go see him now he’s available.”

For a moment Cara felt as if there was some sort of flow of energy between Jacob and Tamira and that she was in the middle of it. She closed her eyes, suddenly light headed and dizzy, and then she felt Jacob’s hand on her arm, steadying her so she didn’t fall, and then she was outside in the sunshine and fresh breeze. 

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-16-2019

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I’m posting from a neglected WiP this week. It doesn’t actually have a title yet, but the characters have names. Actually, I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. This is one of those things that started because I had an opening scene in my head and I had to write it. I’m pretty sure it’s going to end up being urban fantasy, but we shall see.

The cab had smelled of stale cigarettes and staler vomit – and perhaps even staler sex – but it had been warm, a welcome respite from the wind-driven sleet and freezing rain that pelted them now as they stood on the dark street and watched its tail lights fade into the storm.

Alex looked at the paper in his hand, squinting to make out the writing. He could barely read it as the rain splattered against it, blurring the ink.

“Westbrook Church of Heaven’s Gate.” 

He looked up from the scrap of paper to the sign next to the building they were in front of. “Westbrook Church of Heaven’s Gate,” it read. “All welcome.”

“This is it,” he said, trying to keep the doubt out of his voice. “Come on, Tommy.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 10, 2019

Picking up from last week’s snippetHedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year. Tamira is answering Jacob’s question of “What happened?”

“Jonas was hoping for an invitation,” Tamira replied. “He didn’t get it.”

Jacob nodded as some sort of understanding seemed to flow between the two of them.

Cara sensed, again, that it had something to do with her, but she also was fairly certain that she wouldn’t get an answer if she asked.

Still, a little fishing wouldn’t hurt.

“I wish you two wouldn’t do that,” she said.

“Do what?” Tamira asked.

“Talk about me without talking about me.”

Tamira looked at Jacob. “She’s far too aware,” she said.

Jacob nodded. “And far too unaware of what she’s aware of.”

Cara sighed. “I think I’d rather you go back to talking about me without talking about me, instead of talking about me like I wasn’t here.”

Jacob laughed. “Ah, Cara. You’ll learn soon enough.” He sobered. “You’ll learn far too much far too soon, I fear.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-9-2019

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

If you’ve been following this you’ve met the timid, very unsure of himself young Brythel from the Academy of the Accord series, so now it’s time to show you how he grows up.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

(Brythel is also a Tuanae.)

This excerpt is a few years later than last week’s snippet. Brythel and Yhonshel have traveled to Brythel’s home because his mother is dying and wanted to see him one more time. (Brythel’s stepfather is the main reason that Bry had was so timid and fearful and had confidence. And he kicked him out and told him he never wanted to see him again, but went to the school to get him at her request.) As they near the house, Brythel’s steps are lagging.

[Brythel’s stepfather] scowled at them. “You can come in because your mother wants to see you,” he said, looking at Brythel. “But he stays out here. I’ll not have the likes of him in my house.”

Brythel’s jaw tightened and he straightened his shoulders. “I am the likes of him,” he said. “And Yhonshel stays with me. If you refuse to share space with us, you can wait out here.”

“You can’t kick me out of my own home.”

“You kicked me out of mine,” Brythel replied with a slight shrug. He stepped past him and opened the door, motioning Yhonshel inside, leaving his stepfather standing on the doorstep, his mouth open in disbelief.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 3, 2019

Skipping a few lines from last week’s snippet of Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy.  Cara and Tamira are discussing Jonas Blackthorn. (Please note, this is still a rough draft.)

“I don’t think there’s anything he could say or do to make me trust him,” Cara said. “Especially since Jacob warned me about him as well.”

“Good,” Tamira said. “You have a good head on your shoulders, and good instincts. But you’re young and he can be very persuasive. And he’s powerful, and like most powerful men, he’s used to getting his own way.”

Cara snorted. “I’m a lawyer. I battle people like him on a daily basis.”

Tamira shook her head, but there was a soft smile on her lips. “Not like him, but I’m glad to hear that you won’t be intimidated by him, or let him pressure you into something you’ll regret.”

Cara was about to ask her what she meant when the door opened again. This time it was Jacob and they both relaxed. His gaze sharpened for a moment and for a few seconds he seemed to soften somehow, then he frowned. “What happened?”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-2-2019

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

If you’ve been following this you’ve met the timid, very unsure of himself young Brythel from the Academy of the Accord series, so now it’s time to show you how he grows up.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

(Brythel is also a Tuanae.)

This snippet comes from the book where Brythel is introduced, and is one of the first instances of him standing up to the people who have been bullying him, especially Andrek.

The cadets are at sparring practice and Draethlen is helping the captains (Kordelm and Wellhym) teach the first forms. (Drae is also a first year cadet but has been there all summer so has had a head start.)

As Draethlen passed Andrek and his partner, Andrek swung his stick at him. Draethlen blocked it easily and dropped into a defensive stance as his training kicked in, his stance balanced and poised, waiting.

“Stand down.”

Draethlen straightened at the words, standing at attention as the captains approached.

“What’s going on?” 

“I’m sorry, sir,” Draethlen said, his voice tight with disappointment in himself. “It won’t happen again.”

“Please, sirs.” Brythel stepped toward them. He was shaking slightly as Wellhym and Kordelm turned to face him, but he stood his ground. “I – I saw what happened, sirs. And it wasn’t Draethlen’s fault. He was walking past them and Andrek swung on him and all he did was block it.”

Wellhym smiled. “Thank you, Brythel,” he said, putting a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. “We did see what happened, but it took a great deal of courage for you to come forward.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 27, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.  Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“What kind of offer did he make?” Tamira asked.

“Nothing concrete and nothing I’m inclined to take him up on,” Cara replied. “He seems quite eager to buy the house and even though I haven’t decided what I’m doing, I do know that I have no intentions of selling it to him.”

Tamira nodded. “Be careful of him, Cara. He is a dark one. Dangerous to his enemies, and those who call him friend only do so out of fear.”

“I don’t like him,” Cara said. “I don’t know why, but from the first moment I saw him, I just… wished I’d never met him.”

“Always trust your instincts.” Tamira’s smile was warm, but she quickly sobered.  “Jonas Blackthorn is not welcome here and cannot come further than the doorway without an invitation.” 

Cara nodded slowly, remembering the way he had started to enter, confident that she would welcome him, only to falter in response to her cold reply.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-26-2019

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

“I will never send you away, Brythel. I promise. On my honor as a Warrior.”

Brythel nodded, smiling tentatively. 

Yhonshel returned his smile, humor dancing in his eyes. “Now, about that song we were playing… I seriously doubt that it was played by any musicians invited into your home.”

“No, sir.” Brythel flushed. “I… There was never any music at home. My stepfather doesn’t like it. So I… I would sneak out at night and listen to minstrels at the taverns. Sometimes they would show me a few things about music, or give me their old strings.”

Yhonshel chuckled and Brythel relaxed; he had half expected to be in trouble for sneaking out.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 20, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy which will hopefully be released this year. This picks up from last week’s snippet.

“Thank you,” she said. “For the chain.” She fastened it around her neck and turned as the door chimed, stiffening as she saw who was in the doorway.

“Good afternoon, ladies. I thought I saw you come in here, Cara. Checking out the books on your grandmother’s business?”

“Getting to know the woman who runs it,” Cara replied, her voice cold and clipped.   

Jonas Blackthorn started to walk through the door but faltered and stayed on the threshold. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That didn’t come out the way I’d intended. And I really just came to ask if you’d like to go for a coffee. I was hoping you’d had time to think about my offer and we could discuss it.”

“There is nothing to discuss. I haven’t made any decisions. And I’m afraid that I won’t have time for a get together. There is still a lot to do and I have an appointment with Henry Rupert later this afternoon

“Oh, well, another time then, perhaps.” He bowed and took a step backward before turning and leaving.

Cara shuddered as the door closed behind him. “I feel like I need a shower,” she muttered.

 

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-19-2019

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

 

Gradually he became aware of another instrument playing with him and he opened his eyes:  Yhonshel’s fingers were floating effortlessly over the strings of his own lute and Brythel smiled, relaxed and at ease for the first time that he could remember.

“You taught yourself?” Yhonshel asked as the song ended.

“Yes, sir.” Brythel felt tense again, a sick feeling gnawing at his stomach as he waited for the words that he feared – and that he expected – words telling him that he was not good enough, that he should never have wasted the Tuanae’s time.

“You have a good ear,” Yhonshel said softly, and Brythel looked up at him, startled. “What were you thinking, before I said that?” Yhonshel asked.

Brythel looked down. “That you were going to send me away, tell me that I wasn’t good enough and…” He stopped at the feel of a warm hand on his shoulder and hesitantly raised his eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

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