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Sunday Snippet, August 18, 2019

Still posting from Book Two of The Other Mages trilogy this month, mostly because I’m too lazy to pick something different. (This is also why the same CD stays in my car’s player for months on end.)

 

Character introduction:
Trebor is an Empath.
D’Laron is his best friend and a Healer.
(They are both university professors as well as Mages.)
Katheri is a student at the university and has Mage potential.

Xooshemi is going to get a name change. She’s a member of the Mage Guild (an archivist), and was D’Laron’s Saja. 

A few vocabulary words for now and for future reference.
Qestora is a female apprentice
Qestoro is a male apprentice
Qestori is the plural and can refer to males, females, or both.
Mentors/trainers are:
Saj (singular, male or female)
Sajo (male)
Saja (female)
Sajen (plural, male or female)

 

Xooshemi’s office was empty when the two men arrived so they settled in to wait for her. D’Laron pulled a book off a shelf and settled down to read, but Trebor fidgeted, pacing restlessly.

D’Laron put his book down. “What’s wrong, Treb?”

“Nothing. Just…” Trebor shook his head and sat down, only to bounce back up a moment later.

“You’re nervous.” D’Laron paused. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were scared.” Trebor just shook his head and resumed pacing. “Relax, Treb. It’s just Xooshemi. I promise I won’t let her eat you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me from her,” Trebor snapped. “I can take care of myself the same as you or any other Mage.”

D’Laron put his book down and stood up. “Trebor?”

“Leave me alone! I don’t need you to fight my battles for me!”

D’Laron flinched as Trebor’s words slashed at him. He reached out for him, but Trebor sank into a chair, burying his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Del. I didn’t mean that…”

D’Laron took a seat next to him, and spoke gently. “Treb, a friend of mine recently told me something very wise. He said ‘I can’t help you if you won’t let me.’ “

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Some of your friends are full of shit.”

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 11, 2019

Still posting from Book Two of The Other Mages trilogy this month, mostly because I’m too lazy to pick something different. (This is also why the same CD stays in my car’s player for months on end.)

 

Character introduction:
Trebor is an Empath.
D’Laron is his best friend and a Healer.
(They are both university professors as well as Mages.)
Katheri is a student at the university and has Mage potential.

Xooshemi is going to get a name change. She’s a member of the Mage Guild (an archivist), and was D’Laron’s Saja. 

A few vocabulary words for now and for future reference.
Qestora is a female apprentice
Qestoro is a male apprentice
Qestori is the plural and can refer to males, females, or both.
Mentors/trainers are:
Saj (singular, male or female)
Sajo (male)
Saja (female)
Sajen (plural, male or female)

 

“I’ll talk to her.”

Trebor frowned softly. 

“What is it, Treb?”

“I don’t know. Did you ever just get one of those feelings? Nothing to base it on, not part of your Gift or anything, just one of those feelings?”

D’Laron nodded. “They’re normal for us, remember?”

Trebor’s smile seemed distracted. “Telling Xooshemi about her just seems… I don’t know. It makes me uneasy somehow.”

D’Laron frowned, and Trebor felt him reaching for the thread of doubt that he felt. At last he sighed. “She’s going to find out about her eventually.”

Trebor nodded. “True. So I suppose telling her now will be for the best. But still.”

D’Laron nodded. “Yes. I agree. Come along when I tell her? I know she’s just about impossible for you to read, but maybe you’ll pick up on something…”

Trebor’s grin had a dark edge to it. “Just try to keep me away.”

D’Laron smiled and tossed back the rest of his brandy.  “Let’s go.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 4, 2019

Still posting from Book Two of The Other Mages trilogy this month, mostly because I’m too lazy to pick something different. (This is also why the same CD stays in my car’s player for months on end.)

 

Character introduction:
Trebor is an Empath.
D’Laron is his best friend and a Healer.
(They are both university professors as well as Mages.)
Katheri is a student at the university and has Mage potential.

A few vocabulary words for now and for future reference.
Qestora is a female apprentice
Qestoro is a male apprentice
Qestori is the plural and can refer to males, females, or both.
Mentors/trainers are:
Saj (singular, male or female)
Sajo (male)
Saja (female)
Sajen (plural, male or female)

 

“She knows.”

“Knows?”

“She knows about Power. She senses yours. She sensed mine. It both draws her and frightens her. She wants to approach you, but she’s afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

Trebor shook his head, staring into his brandy. “I don’t know. At least, I’m not certain. But I think it has to do with your Power.” He looked up and met D’Laron’s gaze. “She’s been wounded, D’Laron. And I think it has to do with Power. She’s hurt, and frightened – terrified – and very vulnerable.”

They were quiet for a long moment, Trebor letting his friend sort through what he’d just told him.

“I wonder if Xooshemi* would have any record of her? That might give us an idea of what we’re working with.”

“She might,” Trebor replied slowly. “I know the Archivists do keep records of Saj/Qestori pairings.”

D’Laron nodded. “I’ll talk to her.”

 

*This name is going to change. She’s a member of the Mage Guild, and was D’Laron’s Saja.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 28, 2019

My Camp NaNoWriMo project this month is yet another attempt to get a handle on Book Two of The Other Mages trilogy. (Yes, I know I’ve tried to finish this in other Camp sessions, but this time I’ve had an “ah-ha!” moment on how to fix a plot issue so I actually have hope…

Character introduction:
Trebor is an Empath. D’Laron is his best friend and a Healer.

This follows from last week.

The hour passed in a whirl of emotions for Trebor and he was more relieved than the students when D’Laron released the class. He watched as Katheri hesitated, then she left the room and he felt the tension flow out of him, leaving him drained and tired. He looked up to see D’Laron looking at him in concern, and he managed a smile. 

“I sincerely hope you have a bottle of brandy or something in your office,” Trebor said, wearily pushing himself up from his seat. “We’re both going to need it.”

D’Laron raised an eyebrow but said nothing until they were both back in his office with a tumbler of brandy. 

“Well?”

Trebor sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Where do you want me to start?”

“Does she have Potential? I thought I caught a flicker when I looked, but had to focus on teaching…”

Trebor nodded. “It’s there, barely. It’s… it’s like it’s been extinguished. It’s dying. We need to reach her before it does.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “And there’s more.” He took a sip of brandy as he waited for D’Laron to absorb what he’d said so far.

“More?” D’Laron prompted at last.

“She knows.”

“Knows?”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 21, 2019

My Camp NaNoWriMo project this month is yet another attempt to get a handle on Book Two of The Other Mages trilogy. (Yes, I know I’ve tried to finish this in other Camp sessions, but this time I’ve had an “ah-ha!” moment on how to fix a plot issue so I actually have hope…

Character introduction:
Trebor is an Empath. D’Laron is his best friend and a Healer.

This follows from last week.

Trebor took a front row seat next to the door and opened himself to the emotions of the students as they filed in, mostly so he could filter out everyone except Katheri. He had a description of who he was looking for – a petite, slender brunette with dark eyes and fair skin. 

He recognized her as soon as she stepped through the doorway and his heart stopped. She was beautiful, but it was her vulnerability that struck him. She was so vulnerable and so hurt and so frightened – so deeply frightened. He wanted to reach out and hold her and comfort her and tell her that it would be all right, and it was all he could do to stay in his chair. 

He reached out to check for Potential, and he found it. Hidden, buried, a spark that was almost gone. They had to reach her – soon.

He looked up to meet D’Laron’s gaze and nodded slightly. D’Laron returned the nod and started taking role as the class settled.

D’Laron introduced Trebor and Katheri’s eyes widened briefly when she looked at him, then she turned her attention to the lecture but she remained unsettled.

As class went on, Trebor focused on Katheri. He could feel a tension in her. Tracking it, he realized that she was torn regarding D’Laron. Wanting to talk to him, but afraid. “She knows,” he thought. “She senses his Power, and mine. And it scares her.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 14, 2019

My Camp NaNoWriMo project this month is yet another attempt to get a handle on Book Two of The Other Mages trilogy. (Yes, I know I’ve tried to finish this in other Camp sessions, but this time I’ve had an “ah-ha!” moment on how to fix a plot issue so I actually have hope…

Character introduction:
Trebor is an Empath. D’Laron is his best friend and a Healer.

This follows from last week.

“Potential?” D’Laron was startled. “I’ve never felt it from her.”

“It’s there,” Trebor said. “Along with a lot of other things.”

D’Laron raised an eyebrow. “Other things?”

Trebor sighed. “I …” He closed his eyes and when he opened them again there was a dark haunted look in them. 

D’Laron took a deep breath, somehow suddenly not wanting to hear the “other things.”

“She’s… wounded.”

“Like you were,” D’Laron said softly.

Trebor nodded, swallowing hard. “I want to meet her.”

D’Laron hesitated. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No.” Trebor flashed him a grin. “But I think I need to.”

D’Laron studied him for a long moment, knowing that Trebor’s grin hid a long history of hurts and fears. At last he nodded slowly. “She’s in my afternoon class. Feel free to sit in.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 7, 2019

My Camp NaNoWriMo project this month is yet another attempt to get a handle on Book Two of The Other Mages trilogy. (Yes, I know I’ve tried to finish this in other Camp sessions, but this time I’ve had an “ah-ha!” moment on how to fix a plot issue so I actually have hope…

Character introduction:
Trebor is an Empath. D’Laron is his best friend and a Healer.

“All right, out with it.”

“Nice to see you too, Trebor. How was your day? Mine? Oh, about normal.” He looked up and smiled as Trebor waved off the sarcasm. “Out with what?”

“With whatever it is that’s been on your mind lately.” Trebor closed the door and sat down, his blue eyes darkening as he grew serious. “Something’s been gnawing at you. I can’t help if you won’t let me.”

D’Laron smiled and sighed, leaning back in his chair. He could feel Trebor’s concern and he let it wash over him for a moment. “It’s not anything serious,” he assured him. “Here.” He sorted through the papers on his desk and pulled out an essay. “Her name is Katheri, and she’s in my Introduction to Philosophy class. There’s something about her…”

Trebor took the paper and read it. “Quite insightful for a first year student,” he said. Then he frowned and shifted his focus, closing his eyes as he opened up…  He gave a low whistle and handed the paper back to D’Laron. “You didn’t tell me she had Potential.”

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 16, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Picking up from last week, with Jacob and Cara discussing the plans for the day.

Cara shook her head. “Did he… leave a note? Do they know why?” She swallowed hard. “It’s because I said I was going to report him to the Bar, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so. I do know that whatever made him do it, it’s not your fault. You didn’t push him to it, you didn’t tie the knot and put the rope around his neck.”

“But–”

“No ‘buts,’” Jacob said firmly. “There is such a thing as personal responsibility, and the responsibility in this case rested firmly and squarely with Henry Rupert.”  His tone softened. “I know that sounds harsh, but I want you to be clear that it was not your fault, that your actions and words had no bearing on what happened.”

She nodded slowly. She could accept that she wasn’t to blame, but something made her believe that something had happened to make him do it, and that it was somehow related to her…

“Is it because I wanted to compare the documents? He knew there would be discrepancies.”

Jacob hesitated for a moment. “Yes and no,” he said. “He knew there would be discrepancies and he knew what they were, but he wasn’t the only one who knew.”

She looked at him for a moment, puzzled.

“Jonas.” She barely breathed the name, but Jacob nodded.

 

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 9, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Picking up from last week, with Jacob and Cara discussing the plans for the day.

She sighed. “The viewing this evening. And before then a visit to the Registrar of Wills, and, depending on what I learn there, a visit to Henry Rupert and maybe a phone call to the Bar Association.” 

Jacob shook his head, his expression serious.

“What?”

“No visit to Henry Rupert.”

“Why not?”

“He’s dead.”

“What?”

“Hung himself. They found him last night.”

Cara stared at him, shocked, her mind numb as she tried to process what he’d said.

“But…?”

“I know,” Jacob said softly. “Suicide is always a shock.”

Cara shook her head. “Did he… leave a note? Do they know why?” She swallowed hard. “It’s because I said I was going to report him to the Bar, isn’t it?”

 

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 2, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Picking up from last week.

Picking up from last week’s snippet. Cara and Jacob are having breakfast and she said she’d had a weird dream of sorts.

 

“Weird dream of sorts?”

“Well, it wasn’t a dream like normal dreams. Just… I dreamed that Harry was growling at something, all bristled up, back arched, ears flat. Nothing else, just that.”

Jacob nodded. “I’ll have to have a talk with her later, see what she was growling at.”

Cara stared at him, fork halfway to her mouth, trying to decide if he was serious or not. At last she just shook her head and changed the subject. “How did you sleep?”

“With my eyes closed.” He added syrup to the breakfast casserole. “What are the plans for the day?”

She sighed. “The viewing this evening. And before then a visit to the Registrar of Wills, and, depending on what I learn there, a visit to Henry Rupert and maybe a phone call to the Bar Association.” 

Jacob shook his head, his expression serious.

 

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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