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Sunday Snippet, June 17, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month.

Picking up from last week — Cara was awakened by a phone call, even though her phone’s volume was off.

 

Her voice was as shaky as her hands, part of her mind wondering if her grandmother would sound the same as she did in her dreams.

But it wasn’t a woman’s voice that replied.

“Cara Hawthorne?”

“Yes.” She sat up, her hand tightening on the phone.

“You probably don’t remember me, but my name is Jacob Wylde. I was a friend of your grandmother’s.”

Jacob Wylde. He had lived in the groundskeeper’s house and had always had time for the endless questions of a curious child. She had helped him – he had helped her – plant a flower garden every year. Marigolds and petunias.

“Miss Hawthorne?”

His voice pulled her out of the near trance of the memory.

 

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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Sunday Snippet, June 10, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

Why hadn’t she turned off the volume on her phone before she went to bed?

Cara fumbled for it, the fog of sleep clearing enough that she could see that the sound was off, and yet the phone was definitely ringing. The number was one she recognized, one she had almost called many times, always changing her mind at the last minute before hitting dial.

Even as a shaky finger pressed the screen to answer the call part of her mind wondered if the letter had had time to reach her yet.

“Hello?”

Her voice was as shaky as her hands, part of her mind wondering if her grandmother would sound the same as she did in her dreams.

But it wasn’t a woman’s voice that replied.

 

Tentative blurb. (Gawd, but I hate writing blurbs!)

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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Sunday Snippet, June 3, 2018

I’m ba-ack! I’ve been not participating for a while as I got used to a new job that has me working night shifts now and then. I think I have a handle on it now and can get back to blog hopping. I hope so – I’ve missed everyone!

Anyhow, I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. I think finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

 

Cara Hawthorne stared at the letter in her hands. She knew the address was right; for the last twenty years she had sent a gift and a thank you note every Christmas and every birthday. Her mother had not permitted more contact than that, and even after she had moved out on her own she hadn’t taken any steps to reach out to her paternal grandmother, had barely thought of her except at Christmas and birthdays.

But for the last several weeks she had dreamed of her, of a woman she hadn’t seen since she was seven years old. 

She sighed, uncertain. A letter seemed so impersonal. She had her phone number, but was hesitant to call it. What did you say to someone you hadn’t spoken to in two decades? And how did you explain that you were calling because of a series of dreams without sounding like you’d lost your mind?

Before she could change her mind she slid the letter into the mailbox and got back in her car. She was going to be late for work and senior partner of the law firm was already unhappy with her – the dreams had been disturbing her sleep and interfering with her job.

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 1, 2018

Camp NaNoWriMo has begun and I’m back to work on the sequel to Song and Sword, so here’s an excerpt from the first day’s writing. (Warning: it’s still pretty raw.)

They’ve been discussing whether or not it would safe for Inizi (Torisden’s Intended) to be with them outside of the Elven homeland of Alur’va’sia, and Dakkas suggested more Elves moving into the Drow country of Raes’drao-V’len.

 

Pashevel nodded thoughtfully. “That’s might not be a bad idea. It would let more of your people get to know their brethren, now that more of them seem to be open to the idea. And it would let Inizi stay in Raes’drao-V’len with us.”

“Maybe,” Devrin said softly, “we should stop deciding where she stays or goes and let her have a say in it?”

Pashevel laughed. “Good point. I certainly don’t want to start off on the wrong foot with my future queen.”

“Your future queen?” Torisden stared at him. “You already have a queen.”

“Yes, as does Dak and as will you. But when all three kingdoms merge under your rule then you and Inizi will be our King and Queen.”

Torisden could only stare at him. “No,” he said softly. “I could never be your king, Pash. Or yours either, Dak. I… It wouldn’t feel right.”

“Nevertheless, it will happen,” Pashevel said, smiling. “But as I said before, we’re not ready to step down just yet.”

 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?

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Sunday Snippet, March 25, 2018

A bit of a reunion in Song and Sword this week, picking up from last week’s post.

“We gained a new companion in the night,” Pashevel told him.  “Someone who is very anxious to speak with you.”

Dakkas felt a cold clutch of terror, remembering the voice – so familiar yet so elusive! – from the dungeon. But Pashevel knew about him, knew that he had been the one behind the torture – surely he would not have invited him to the camp! 

 “Calmly, friend. There is nothing to fear. You are safe.” 

“But who…”

Pashevel smiled and stepped to one side, directing his gaze out to the clearing in front of their shelter. Sonata’s blue-black coat was a dark shadow in the morning; Justice glowed white and gold next to her. And with them was a third unicorn, his coat gleaming a rusty red in the morning light, and Dakkas gave a cry of pure joy. “Rebel!”

Marlia half-woke and looked to see what had roused her. As always, her eyes sought Pashevel first, and she followed his gaze. Dakkas stood, leaning into the chest of a unicorn, kneading his withers. The unicorn tucked his head, pressing it against the Drow’s back, holding him there, and she could not help but smile as she lay back again, still exhausted. She turned her head to find Pashevel watching her, a knowing smile on his lips, and she scowled and rolled over, pulling the blanket over her. 

Pashevel chuckled softly; she didn’t want to admit that he was right, but he would win her over. She just needed a chance to get to know Dakkas the way he had, needed to see what he had seen.

 

 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?

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Sunday Snippet, March 18, 2018

More from Song and Sword.  I’m thinking I might use Camp NaNoWriMo next month to get back to work on the sequel.

Dakkas was awakened by a hand on his arm, shaking him gently.  “What–?” he sat up, looking around wildly.

“Shh.”  Pashevel held a finger to his lips as he nodded toward the sleeping women and motioned for Dakkas to follow him.

Careful not to disturb Kashrya, Dakkas eased out from under the blanket, and blinked. “It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered.

“Marlia woke up a couple hours ago and healed you. She’s going to need a long rest before she’s fit to travel.” He stood and helped Dakkas to his feet, guiding him away so they could talk without disturbing the women.

“What’s wrong?”

“We gained a new companion in the night,” Pashevel told him.  “Someone who is very anxious to speak with you.”

 

 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?

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Sunday Snippet, March 11, 2018

More from Song and Sword.  Dakkas asked Pashevel why he was helping them when he didn’t even know them.

Pashevel shrugged. “You needed help,” he said easily.

“But I’m a Drow!” Dakkas protested. “No one helps a Drow.”

A smile played over Pashevel’s lips as he shrugged. “I help those who have need,” he replied. “As does Marlia.”  

Dakkas shook his head. “I saw the look in your eyes when you realized what I was.”

Pashevel looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “That was a knee-jerk reaction, and I apologize for prejudging you.” He looked up, meeting the Drow’s eyes. “Will you forgive me?” 

Dakkas stared at him in disbelief. An Elf apologizing to a Drow? He looked at the hand Pashevel had offered him, and reached for it, grasping the Elf’s forearm, feeling Pashevel’s long slender fingers wrap around his own arm, the touch firm but gentle, mindful of his wounds.

“Now, eat, my friend,” Pashevel said after a moment. “And sleep. And in the morning, call your unicorn.”

Dakkas nodded, slowly releasing his arm and turning his attention to the bowl of stew. The rich meaty taste of it filled him with warmth, and a slow feeling of contentment came over him as he glanced over at the women, both sleeping peacefully.

“I don’t think I can sleep,” he said.

Pashevel chuckled. “Dakkas, my friend, you are about ready to drop.  I’ll be surprised if I don’t look up and find you face down in your soup.”

 

 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?

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Sunday Snippet, March 4, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Pashevel settled Marlia on her bedroll and then took Kashrya from Dakkas, holding her as he slid from Sonata’s back, noticing the way he moved, the way he leaned against the unicorn for support. “He’s about done in,” Pashevel thought as the Drow reached for Kashrya. Silently he handed her to him, letting him carry her to the blanket he had laid out for her, shaking his head in admiration at the sheer determination that kept him on his feet.

“Come, friend,” Pashevel invited when he had gotten Kashrya settled. “They’ll both sleep now, so let’s get you some real food.”

Dakkas nodded, too weary to argue as he joined Pashevel at the fire. He took the bowl of stew that was offered, the scent making his stomach growl. He paused, looking up at Pashevel. “Why are you doing this?”

The question caught the Bard by surprise. “Doing what?”

“Helping us. Giving us food and shelter and healing. You don’t even know us.”

 

 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?

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Sunday Snippet, February 25, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

“Nevertheless,” Pashevel said, touching Sonata’s horn, “there’s no sense hurting when help is easily had. Come.” He held out a hand to help Dakkas to his feet. “Mount Sonata and I’ll hand Kashrya up to you.”

Dakkas looked at him, startled. “She agreed to carry me?”

Pashevel nodded as he lifted Kashrya. He looked at Dakkas, struck by a sudden thought. “You have a unicorn?” 

Dakkas stood next to Sonata, stroking her neck gently, inhaling the sweet scent of her. “Yes. I – I did, anyhow. I don’t know what’s become of him while I – we…” He could still hear Rebel’s screams and tears filled his eyes.

Sonata swung her head and gently touched Dakkas with her horn, and he felt her permission to mount, felt an assurance that it was all right, that… Startled he took a half step back. “I think she’s trying to tell me that my unicorn is all right, that Rebel is all right…”

 

 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?

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Sunday Snippet, February 18, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Skipping ahead a bit from last week.

Justice tossed his head, looking intently toward the hilltop. Pashevel followed his gaze and saw Marlia wobble and half fall, saw Dakkas move to catch her and help her to the ground. “Must be done,” Pashevel murmured. “Let’s go get her and bring her down here.” Justice was closer, so he reached up and touched his horn, asking a question. The unicorn lowered his head in acquiescence and Pashevel vaulted lightly onto his back. Justice shifted into an easy canter, Sonata at his side. 

Dakkas looked up as they approached. “She just fell,” he said, his voice worried and a touch defensive. 

“I know,” Pashevel said, sliding off of Justice. “Sometimes when a healing is especially intense, it drains her.” He picked her up and lifted her onto Justice where her instincts took over and she gripped the unicorn with her legs even as she slumped forward over his neck. “Come on, Dakkas, let’s get them down to the fire. The wind is picking up and the last thing we need is for them to get a chill. Or you either,” he added, nodding toward the Drow’s back. “Marlia can take care of that once she’s slept.”

“It’s nothing,” Dakkas protested. He deserved the pain, the scars – neither would ever match the pain and scars that would be on his heart when Kashrya left him.

 

 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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