Saturday, January 18, 2020

Saturday's Blurb featuring a book by Cynthia Terelst "Contemporary romance #Billionaire #Australia

The Cat's out of the Bag: (A billionaire international new adult comedy) (Love Down Under)


Blurb
One van. Two hearts. Thousands of kilometres.
Jesse’s a self-made billionaire who yearns to get away from his empty life and the money-hungry parasites who inhabit it. The plan? Go to Australia, tell no one about his money and find himself. Instead of finding just himself, he finds Evie, who is everything anyone should aspire to be. Now, what he aspires to be, is hers. But to be hers, he needs to tell her everything.

Evie has left her past behind. She has rebuilt herself, and her life, into one of happiness. After she meets Jesse, while volunteering at a cat shelter, memories of her past filter back in. She is stronger now and wants to trust him. But after all she has been through, is trust even possible?
The quest to find a cat a forever home leads them to travel across the country together. Can the close quarters drive them to open up to each other? Or will it drive them apart?

Friday, January 17, 2020

Friday Cynthia Terelst is visiting and talking about Who She Was Before #MFRWAuthor #Contemporary romance


1.       What were you before you became an author? Did this influence your choices as a writer?
My jobs have all been office based. I currently work full time as a project officer for a company which builds and overhauls trains. I don’t think my jobs have influenced my choices as writer. Although, I have met some interesting people.  Most of my writing is based on my life experience.

2. Are you genre specific or general? I don’t mean major genres but subdivisions or romance, mystery or paranormal. I write contemporary romance. I read more widely than I write.

3. What is your latest release? The Cat’s out of the Bag is the first novel I have written and published. It was published on 31 December.

4. What are you working on now? My second novel, Let Sleeping Dogs Lie. A second chance romance involving a million dollar scavenger hunt.

5. Does your reading choices influence your choice of a writing career? I don’t think so. I read quite widely, romance, mystery, young adult fantasy and dystopian.

6. Where can we find you?
Twitter @CynthiaTerelst


Thursday, January 16, 2020

Thursday's Fifth Scene - Lines of Fire #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Swords #Duels


Kalia watched the stranger walk to an empty table. The few moments when their gazes had meshed filled her with a need she couldn’t express. Who was he? The lines of fire on his skin glowed. During the short time she’d felt a connection she wanted to explore, yet she was afraid. He was a Defender, a man who dueled with sword and knife. Just like her father. Did the stranger also revel in causing death? She couldn’t live with such a man. Was he the one chosen as her bondmate?
Her hands tightened. Why would the Swordmaster choose a man she could gladly accept? Though she had mastered the knife and sword skills, she had refused to join a patrol and be forced to duel.
She wanted to explore the tricks she had discovered. Stopping a wound from bleeding, drawing blood away from or to an area of the body where it was needed and how once she had changed a clot to flowing blood, saving a man’s life. Her mother had warned her not to tell her father how she used the lines of fire. Only Lasara had known and had also succeeded in halting the flow of blood.
“Dreaming of Ingathering Day?”
With a start her head jerked up to meet Petan’s leering stare. His knowing smile raised an anger and fear she dare not express.
“No.” She turned to her brother. “Walk me back to the Women’s Quarter.” Her tolerance for another moment in Petan’s company flew like birds migrating in the autumn.
“I’ll do the honors,” Petan said.
“Kalia stared at Robec. The thought of being alone with Petan roiled her stomach. Would her brother agree?
“Not today.” Robec rose. “Being alone with my sister would compromise her. I’ll see her back. Meet me in the salle. Must practice in case I’m challenged tomorrow.”
The burly man ran a finger along Kalia’s arm. “Won’t be long before we’re together.”
Her skin prickled. She stared at the lines of fire on her arm. They had faced just like her mothers appeared after a visit to the Swordmaster’s suite. Petan’s words chilled her. She watched him swagger away.
Robec rose. “Why were you in a trance earlier?”
“That man.” She pointed. “Who is he?”
Robec grasped her arm. “He isn’t anyone you want to know.”
“Why not?”
“Our father dislikes him. Tried to get him banished on several occasions but couldn’t prove he’d done anything wrong.”
“Why?”
“Does the Swordmaster need a reason? I’m afraid it’s my fault. During our training days, he was the best with sword and knife. Father didn’t like me to be second so he set Petan and me against him.”
Kalia whirled to face him. “Not fair. I don’t like Petan. There’s something wrong with his lines of fire.”
Robec grasped her shoulders. “Those aren’t to be mentioned where someone might hear. Seeing other people’s lines is forbidden. Didn’t Mother warn you?”
“She did but you and I both see them. Petan’s are almost black. I know he’s your friend, but open your eyes.”
“Kalia, put your dislike aside.”
“What do you know?” Her throat tightened and she could barely choke out the words.
He stared at the ground. “Father has promised you to Petan as his third mate.”
Her legs buckled. She pressed her hands against the table for support. “I’ll refuse.”
“Can you? Father will force you. He has his plans for us. When I’m the next Swordmaster Petan will be my Right Hand. Lasara’s bondmate will be my Left.”
Kalia pushed away from the table. “And you’re happy with the plans?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She rubbed her arms. “What you’ve been promised goes against tradition. I found some forgotten records from the early days. The best dueler among the Defenders is to be the next leader. Instead of a duel where Father allows you to win, you should have a real challenge. Petan should be banished. He’s already killed two bondmates.” Though angry her voice barely rose above a whisper.
“You don’t know what’s what happened.”
“And you don’t know if what he reported was true. There were no witnesses.”
Kalia ran from the refectory and dashed down the hall. Robec’s friend was a leech just like Father. Petan had sucked vitality from her lines. He had done the same to the two women chosen as his mates. Though the first had died after falling into an icy stream and the other had been killed during a duel, Kalia knew he had been the killer. But there was no proof.
“Kalia, wait.” Robec called.
She continued her frantic race through the winding corridors of the central area of the Hall until the door of the Women’s Quarters appeared. She opened the heavy oak door leaving her brother behind. She wouldn’t listen to his attempt to make his friend’s case.
She dashed across the large lounge and nearly collided with her mother. The older woman wore the clothes she donned when she went to meet her bondmate. Her lines of fire showed health and vitality but when she returned they would be drained.
“Daughter, what’s wrong?”
Kalia grasped her mother’s arm. “Don’t go. This time he might kill you.”
“Roban called for me. My honor is to serve him. He seeks another son should Robec fail. What troubles you? Did you quarrel with your brother?”
Kalia shook her head. “Father intends to bond me to Petan.”
Her mother backed away. “He mentioned he had chosen a mate for you. He said the man would be a power among the Defenders. Why are you angry? Your brother trusts this young man.”
“He shouldn’t.” Kalia grimaced. “I don’t like him.”
“How can your father be wrong> He’s clever at choosing those who are heart bound.”
“This time he failed. Years ago Father ordered Robec to become Petan’s friend. That was before they entered training. Who is Petan? No one knows here he was born.”
“Does that matter? He has shown skill with the sword and knife.”
“Don’t you worry about me? Petan killed two bondmates.”
“Rumors spread by men jealous of the favor this young man has found with your father.” She reached into her pocket. “Since you are to be bonded, this is for you.” She drew out a glittering bracelet.
“Where did you get this? I’ve never seen another like it.”
“My dearest friend passed it to me before she entered the abyss. Her bondmate was your father’s best friend. He fled to the rebels and broke their bond. Your father brought the news to her and offered comfort. She turned away and only spoke to her young children. They were sent to be fostered. There had been a third child who was stolen by his father.”
Kalia felt the weight of the bracelet with its links of silver, gold, electrum and copper. She had read of bracelets of other metals in the ancient records but they had been just made from a single metal.
“It’s beautiful.” She kissed her mother’s cheek and prayed the older woman wouldn’t be drained to death during her stay with the Swordmaster.
She watched her mother walk to the door. Robec had remained outside. Kalia wondered why her mother stayed in these quarters. Many bonded woman whose mates didn’t go on patrol lived with their mates.
A thought occurred. If her mother remained with the Swordmaster she would die. If I am bonded to Petan, so will I. She darted into her sleeping chamber and threw herself on the bed. What am I going to do?
The special knock announced her younger sister. Lasara didn’t wait for an invitation. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you excited? In three days you will choose your first bondmate.”
Kalia wiped her eyes on the blanket. “Excited, no. Scared, yes. I intend to refuse the man Father has chosen for me.”
“Why?”
Kalia sat up. “Would you bond with Petan?”
Lasara’s eyes widened. “Ugh. Why does Father get to choose?”
“Some plan of his to make sure Robec follows him.”
“What will you do if he tries to force a duel?”
“Saddle my bihorn and ride away.”
Lasara’s shoulders slumped. “Won’t you be afraid? You’ve never been away from the Hall except during the training exercises.”
“I will be frightened. Better scared than bonded to a man with tainted lines.”
“Where will you go?”
Since she had no real plans she shrugged. “Just away from here.”
Lasara stayed for a bit longer. After she left Kalia found the pack she’d used just once when she trained. She’d refused to be part of a patrol and only bonded women were sent with their mates to tour the sectors. She sat on the bed and tried to plan an escape.


Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Wednesday Murder and Mint Tea On Sale #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Mystery #On sale #mint tea

Murder and Mint Tea (Mrs. Miller Mysteries Book 1) by [Lane Walters, Janet]
Join the writers at #MFRWHooks here  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com  for some great and tempting reads. My book is on sale at present and is the first of the Mint Tea murders

Blurb:
Katherine is a retired nurse and a retired church organist. The small Hudson River village where she lives in her Victorian “Painted Lady” makes her the neighborhood matriarch. Along with her Maine Coon Cat Robespierre, she guards friends and families.

When amoral Rachel moves into the first floor apartment of Katherine’s house, trouble erupts. The murder weapon is one she recognizes and makes her fear for her friends and family. Finding the killer becomes her goal.

Editorial Review
Murder and Mint Tea is a gem in its genre, combining the voice of a classic American whodunit with that of a traditional British detective novel. Murder She Wrote meets Miss Marple in a beautifully crafted tale that makes the reader want to reach into the pages and dispense justice to the villainess themselves. ~ Writer Gail Roughton

2019 Book Hooks


EXCERPT:
The pale winter sun shone through the kitchen window.  I cleaned up the last of the mess from my adventure.  The caper hadn’t gone as planned.  How many do?  In my many years of life, most of my plans have taken an unexpected turn.
Merup.”  Robespierre my Maine Coon cat announced a visitor on the way.  He’s almost as good as a doorbell.  The firm rap on the door told me this wasn’t one of my female friends.  “Come in.”
Pete Duggan strode across the room and thrust a bouquet of bright carnations into my hands.  A red hue, almost as vivid as his hair, stained his face.  “Mrs. Miller, got to hand it to you.  I’ve come to eat crow.”
To hide a smile I buried my face in the flowers and inhaled the spicy fragrance.  “How about chocolate chip cookies and mint tea instead?”
“Sounds great.”  He straddled one of the chairs at the table and picked up the local newspaper.  “Local Woman Thwarts Robbers.”  His grin made him look like the ten-year-old who had moved into the corner house on my block.  He cleared his throat.  “The guys at the station ribbed me about this.  Did you forget the plan?”
     How, when the idea to catch the real thieves had been mine?  A series of burglaries had plagued the neighborhood for months and had troubled me.  Especially when the police had decided two teenage neighbor boys were the culprits.  I knew the pair and had disagreed strongly enough to set myself up as a victim.  Then I informed Pete.
     “Did you forget?”  he repeated.  “When I crept up the stairs and saw you grappling with one of the men, I nearly had a heart attack.”
     Heat singed my cheeks.  “How was I to know my date would poop out early?”
     After filling two mugs with mint tea I opened a tin of freshly baked cookies.  How could I admit to a nagging doubt, or tell him I had wanted to be part of the action?  In July I had turned sixty-five and in September retired from the nursing staff at Tappan Zee Memorial Hospital.  Six months of placid existence had made me edgy.  Lunch with friends, coffee with the neighbors and weekly bridge games with old cronies bored me.  These events held none of the challenge of meeting crises at the hospital.
     Pete scowled.  “You could have gone to the Prescotts’ house.”
     “They’re away.”  I sipped the tea and savored the cool mint flavor.
     “The Randals’ them.”  He pulled the other mug across the table.  “The guys insist the two of us make one perfect cop.  Want to hire on?”
     “I’ve no desire for a third career.”  Until my husband’s death twenty-five years ago I had been the organist and choir director at St. Stephens Episcopal Church.  Needing a way to support myself and my son, I enrolled in the nursing program at the community college.  “Besides, I’m too old.”
     “Old, never.  You look the same as when we moved here.”
     “It’s the dye.”  His puzzled look tickled me.  Dyeing my hair makes me look younger.  “I came into the world with red hair and I intend to leave the same way.”
     Laughter rumbled deep in his chest.  “A worthy ambition you nearly fulfilled last night.”  He touched my hand.  “Thanks again.  You kept me from making a mistake that could have ruined those boys.”

     I lifted my mug and inhaled the aromatic steam.  The evidence against the pair had been circumstantial and strong.  They had done odd jobs at all the houses that had been burglarized.  “I’ve known them since they were infants.  Nothing I’ve ever seen in their actions to make me believe they were guilty.”



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Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Planning the Plot #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Plot


4 Plot.  Just remember a plot is just a plan to take your characters from the beginning to the end.

Now you have your major actors, the secondary characters and those who are there for a purpose. The last group you may not know much about until you reach a point where they are needed. In my current work, some of the secondary characters are barefy mentioned except by name in the opening paragraphs but they will play a role later in the story.
You know the time and the where of the story and the what the characters want and the reasons they want these things.
What you’ve reaches is the how.

The How or the plot has a beginning, a middle and an end. Each of these parts has some important tasks for the writer to complete. Both the beginning and the end are shorter than the dreaded middle and this is where you can get bogged down.

In general, the Beginning shows the major characters, the things like the season of the year and a bit about the where the characters are. The problems of the major characters need to be touched on and their reasons for the action they are about to take should be hinted about.

The middle is where the complications come in. In the book I’m working on now, the middle is where the main characters have a change in their goals. This change comes at the end of the beginning. During this time, you can show them coming close to their goal only to have something happen that takes them away from that goal. Often this can become boring and I have a solution to this. When my characters seem to be cruising along, I bring in an incident that may or may not impinge on their goal. One such incident shows my heroine’s bihorn (her riding beast) injured so there must be a stop in what can be dangerous territory.
Then you come to the end. During this time one character or perhaps both experience a moment when they know they will fail. This is called the black moment. From there they have to hike up their britches and decide to fight. This leads to the defining moment and the conclusion. While in romance, this is usually a happily ever after or a happy for now it must be satisfactory.

What you need to do here is list your five ingredients.
Characters, Settings, Time, Desires and Reasons. Then you’re ready for the next steps.  Listing them and adding things to what you’ve written in the other exercises will give you a stronger story and help when you plan each section.

For me, this is the question asking time. Where should I start the story? Should it be the hero or the heroine up front? How do the pair met? How do they react to each other? Are there problems I can think of to throw in the middle that will advance the plot or delay the ending?
Let’s look at a few of my answers. There were several possibilities for the start. I could begin with the scene with her father telling her she’s to be bonded to Petan. I could start with the meet between the heroine and the hero? I could start with the hero leaving the Desert Riders. I could use the heroine’s escape. After looking these over, I decided the heroine had the greatest need at the beginning of the story so starting with her would make for more tension. Knowing the hero has nothing more than feeling restless, that wouldn’t drive the story forward.

More questions. Did I want the villain to have a viewpoint. I decided against this.

For your assignment consider which character should open the story and how the story should begin. If you can think of any complications to throw in further in the story, do.
Some of the further complications I thought of were either hero or heroine being caught by the villain. An illness for one of the major characters. A quarrel between the pair sending them in different directions. Not being believed. A duel between the hero and heroine. A second duel. I knew there could be chances for more duels in the book since duels were the way problems were solved in the culture of this world.

Once I had a number of questions and possible complications. I was ready to move on.



Monday, January 13, 2020

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Poem #Promises #Writing

Meander 1  Poem - Broken Promises --

A pale glittering glass bowl dangles
Turning, reflecting rainbows in the rays from the sun.
Like the pale circle moon poised low at night.
Echoes the sun, a nimbus counterfeit.
Enticing bubbles both, call the hand
And tip-toe stand to touch a spherical mirage
Suspended out of grasp. The votive ring
Revolves to evoke a hypnotic state.
Brush the ice cold token sphere. Before your
Eyes find shattered shards acutely pressed into
While desolated ragged rocks
Penetrate the promise. Swallow shattered glass.

Meander 2 The World - I'm not really one who comments much on politics but lately events have made me angry. The amount of hatred fomenting in the air bothers me. I see such intolerance for others and how to change this seems impossible, especially when many of our leaders are those reving the hate and the distance of one person from another. Let's hope matters will change without more war,murders and intolerances.

Meander 3 Writing. Rough Draft is progressing. So far I haven't hit much of a snag. There is a lot to fix when I finish the rough draft. My characters seem to be existing in a vacuum or one that's barely shown clearly. That will come in time.

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Sunday's Book Lines of Fire #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Romance #Sword #Duelists

Lines of Fire (The Guild House - Defenders Hall)

To honor a promise made to his dying father, Alric trains as a Defender. For some reason the Swordmaster wishes him gone and his first two bondings end in failure. A failed third one will see Alric banished. His meeting with the older daughter of the Swordmaster reveals a double heart bond, but she has been promised to Petan, the Swordmaster’s favorite. A duel is fought and though Alric can read Petan’s lines of fire, the other dueler cheats and nearly kills Alric. Petan is banished but he knows secret ways into Defenders Hall. Kalia, his now bondmate’s lines are tarnished. Not only do Alric and Kalia need to find Petan, they must learn how to cleanse her lines.

A bit about the writing - As you read further in the series you'll see there are hints of vampireness but my own take on the matter.

Reviews:
Reviewed in the United States on January 20, 2013
Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
This was a good story. I liked the characters and the world created. The "lines of fire" was an interesting concept. I especially liked this idea and how it was revealed and used within the story. However, this book could have been so much more. I would have liked the characters to be fleshed out more and with greater emotion. It needed more explanation of the background details. Sentences were choppy and hard to follow at times. Characters had little physical descriptions and that drove me crazy as I always work to create a picture of them and the world they live in as I read. Truly, this is a good story and a good read. I do recommend you read it.



Reviewed in the United States on July 19, 2014
Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
Everything you would expect from a Paranormal romance.

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Saturday, January 11, 2020

Saturday's Blurbs feature Book by Herbert Grosshans #MFRWAuthor #Science fiction #Sword and Sorcery



Clouds Over Maridaan (Rhodar Book 1)













Rhodar, Book One, Clouds over Maridaan by Herbert Grosshans
He’s from the Great Plains beyond the mountains on a quest to find the sorcerer Arguss, the only one who can restore the fading spell on his battle-axe. His name is Rhodar. Some call him an uncivilized barbarian, but he is a man of honor and he does not turn away when a young woman in distress needs to be rescued from the clutches of a family of trolls. He never runs from a fight, but neither does he reject the favors of a beautiful woman who invites him into her bed. Not only is he a ferocious fighter against his enemies, he’s just as fierce and tireless in the arms of a woman.
Rhodar’s intention is to cross Maridaan as quickly as possible. His goal is to board a ship that will take him across the ocean to Agastan, but the gods do not care about the plans and desires of one man. They weave their own designs and they are different from the wishes of mere mortals. Rhodar begins to fear his journey will come to an end in Maridaan.

The people in the Kingdom of Maridaan live in fear of Kastabaan, an evil sorcerer. His minions are terrorizing their country by abducting children and young women that are never seen again. Kastabaan plans to overthrow the King and rule over Maridaan, but the sorcerer has not taken into consideration the raw, untried powers of a young witch, who will stand in his way. His plan to use Rhodar as one of his pawns may be foiled and backfire.



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Friday, January 10, 2020

Friday - Herbert Grosshans is visiting and Talking About Who He Was Before #MFRWAuthor #Writing..#Sword and Sorcery #Mystery


Interview with Herbert Grosshans, Author



January 10, 2020





1)       What were you before you became an author:

To answer that question accurately I’d have to say I was a student. I’ve been writing stories since I was in my teens. At first, it was only short stories. I finished my first complete novel when I was 20. It still sits in my closet somewhere. Of course, besides writing I was also an avid reader. I read pretty much everything I could get my hands on, especially when I was a kid. I wasn’t particular what genre I read. Everything was exciting and interesting.  When I was fourteen, I discovered Science Fiction. A friend gave me a novel and after reading it I was hooked. This was in Germany. Science Fiction was in its infant shoes and not much Science Fiction was published. I joined the Science Fiction Club Deutschland. That’s when I met other ‘crazy’ guys that believed someday we would go into space. We exchanged ideas and stories and dreamed about traveling to the stars, to exotic planets and to meet alien intelligences. When I emigrated to Canada, I had to learn English. What better ways to learn a new language than to read and write? I became an Apprentice Electrician and later I started my own business as a Contractor. It allowed me more freedom to follow my passion: reading and writing. I did that during my lunch breaks. I sat in my vehicle and wrote into a scribbler. When I got a chance at home, I transferred my scribblings onto legible pages with my manual typewriter. Everything became so much easier once I got a computer.

2)       Are you genre specific or general?

I’ve written Mysteries, Sword and Sorcery, and contemporary Thrillers, but my love is Science Fiction. Most of my novels contain Erotica. I don’t know if that could be counted as another sub-genre. My latest novels contain little Erotica.

3)       What is your latest release?

My latest release is SAVANNA, Book 2 in my series Operation Stargate. It was published in June of 2019 by Melange Books.



4)       What are you working on right now?

I took a break this year and finished my autobiography ‘Memoirs of my Life’. I finished writing it and right now I am in the last stages of editing. Then I’ll have it printed. However, that book won’t be available for the public. I wrote it for my family. It took longer to write than I had planned. 82,000 words. As long as most of my novels. As soon as I’m done with it, I will continue with The Aregon Files, Book 3 in my series Operation Stargate. I got the idea for that one in July 2018, but I didn’t start with writing it until spring of 2019..

5)       Does your reading choices influence your choice of a writing career?

I loved Mysteries, Fantasy, Westerns, History, but after reading my first Science Fiction novel I knew then and there what genre I was going to write. That didn’t stop me from writing in other genres, though. I’ve never written a Western. Perhaps someday I will try my hand at it.
I had just started with The Aregon Files in 2018 when my publisher suggested I write a romance novel. I did and I thought it turned out pretty good. My publisher turned it down, and even my wife, after reading it, said the last part was good, but the first half was crap. She suggested if I wrote a completely new beginning, I may have a chance to get it published. Somehow, I don’t feel like it. I spent a lot of time writing the story and to change so much just doesn’t seem right. It would be a different story. It would mean possibly to kill a couple of characters, which I can’t do. They are my creations. So it sits in my closet with my very first novel waiting…waiting…The way it looks, it will wait there forever. Too bad, because I hate to have invested and wasted so much time on something I’m obviously not good at—romance. I will have to leave that to female writers.
Some of my favorite writers are Andre Norton, Marion Zimmer Bradley, and Leigh Bracket. I’ve tried to imitate their style, but women write differently from men. They write with feelings a man can never duplicate. It is something I accepted a long time ago. My wife suggested I read a few romance novels to get the feel of it, but the desire isn’t there for me. And so romance novels are not a genre I will try to write again.

6)       Where can we find you?

Blog:              http://www.hegro.blogspot.com/


You can also find me at Amazon, Smashwords, and other outlets




Thursday, January 9, 2020

Thursday's Fifth Scene from Confrontations Affinities Book 4 #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #YA


DOM SENET

Senet added another log to the massive fireplace of the lodge’s main room. Though spring had arrived, here in the highlands the night promised to be cold. He stood and filled two mugs with mulled spirits. Before long the doms and domas he had summoned from Easren would arrive. Among the projects he had for them was to undertake tending his guest.
He handed a mug to the gaunt aging man whose graying dark hair and copper-hued skin marked him as kin to the people of the lowlands. Kin yet different, for the man had affinities for all the elements. His knowledge of how to use them was beyond anything Senet knew. He wanted to learn all the old man’s secrets. He raised his mug. “To our success.”
“Ours?” The question seemed tinged with ice. “To mine.” He sipped. “Soon I must leave this ailing body for a younger one. Have you found a candidate?”
Senet frowned. How was this exchange possible? Though he had learned much about the affinities from his guest leaving a dying body for another had never been explained. Senet wanted to know the technique.
The man who Senet knew as He Who Walks With Evil laughed. “I will choose. Make sure there is a wide selection of young men. The best candidates will be less than twenty-five years of age.” His smile failed to reach his eyes. “My choice may not please you. The perfect body may or may not have a single affinity.”
"What do you mean?”
The aging entity’s ebony eyes glittered. “Do not ask questions I have no desire to answer. When the day comes and I rule this land I will tell you what I believe you need to know. As in the days when I ruled the lands of my birth people will bow to me. Since the moment you found my broken body on the shore and restored my health I have planned.” His laughter rang long and loud. “The people will welcome me.”
“Those of the lowlands.” Senet looked away.” He had his own plans for the highlands.
The old man shook his head. “I will permit you to act as my deputy in the highlands but there can only be one ruler."
Senet drew a deep breath. For a moment fear paralyzed him. He clamped barriers over his mind. Didn’t his guest realize without help he was powerless? Who else would find another body for the transfer? Senet hid a smile. On the day of the exchange he would learn the secret and the old man would die.