Thursday, May 23, 2019

Thursday's Fourth Scene from Healwoman #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Fantasy romance #Healing


The stones before the altar in the apex of the chapel held the chill of the Dark Moon and brought thoughts of the coming winter.  Ulrica steeled herself against the numbing cold and stared into the scrying cup.  The still water showed no images of what had been or what was to come.
She breathed deeply and sought to calm her anxiety.  A young woman’s fate depended on the answers she received.  “Midra, my sister must be swayed to follow the way You would have her walk.  The misbegotten must enter your service.  If not, there is no one of the clan Keltoi to serve you.  This temple will fall the way the others have.”
The water in the cup stirred.  Colors appeared.  Red, blue, white, yellow.  The churning increased.  *Beware.*
“Midra, beware what?  Does it mean if Norna becomes a priestess she will bring danger?”
Red filled the cup.  The Warrior’s color and that of Keltoi.  The curfew bell chimed the ninth hour and cut short her meditation.  She heard the scuff of boots behind her.  Bodlesa’s laughter rose.  Ulrica drained the cup and placed it on the altar.  She rose to face her sister.
“What said Midra?”  Bodlesa laughed.
“I haven’t interpreted the meaning of Her signs.  Will you permit Norna to enter the temple as a novice?”
“You know the answer.  She is doubly misbegotten and has no place in life except as a drab.”
“Doubly?  What do you mean?”
“She is unacknowledged by dame or sire.”  Bodlesa sat on one of the benches.  “Her first cries were made to the Dark Moon sixteen years ago.  Is it not among the teachings of the temples that those born during that lunar bring disaster to all?  I believe I am right.”
The impact of her sister’s words washed through Ulrica.  As she struggled to find an answer, she heard sounds in the hall.  Had the warriors arrived early or was some underpriestess spying in hopes of learning something she could use in a quest for power?  Ulrica brushed past the bench where her sister lounged and peered into the shadows.  She saw nothing suspicious and turned to her twin.  “So be it.  Norna will serve the temple as a drab.”
Bodlesa rose.  “Then in the morning, I’ll leave for the megara.”
“I’m afraid not.  You have a duty to the clan and the temple.  You must give birth to two daughters.”
“One childbirth was enough to endure.”
“Then you will remain here until you agree.”  Ulrica called to the waiting warriors.  “Take my sister to a meditation cell.”
“You have no right to order me to do anything.  I am Keltoi of Keltoi.”
“And I am the Voice of Midra.  You will do your duty.  Until you agree to the demands of the goddess, you will remain in the cell.”
The women grasped Bodlesa’s arms.  She spat.  “With a man I did not choose.”
“The goddess cares not for who sires your daughters, only that his lines are pure and you acknowledge the infants.”  Ulrica smiled.  After a few doses of somma, Bodlesa would have no choice except to follow the command.


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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Wednesday Healwoman #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Romance #Fantasy #Medicine

Healwoman

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BLURB:
Born under a dark moon, Norna has to battle rumors that she is tainted by evil and unworthy of being anything more than a servant. Discarded by her mother, she runs away from her aunt, a priestess who wants her to enter the temple.
Instead, Norna chooses to be a Healwoman, and a chance encounter with a novice hoping to be a priest helps her discover she has talents of water, air and fire at her disposal. With these gifts she is called on to battle treachery and attempts to prevent the promised prophecy of the god and goddess. As she battles evil powers, she loses her heart to Shandor, the man she met when her journey first began. She must come to grips with Britha who plots against her. Shandor has his own enemy Vorgan. When the pair of foes unite, the battles begin.



EXCERPT:
The Hodara of Healing in Bethsada

Mabe sat on one of the stone benches in the Grotto.  The Eldest had called her here and she didn’t know why.  She didn’t think she had done anything to deserve a judging, but why else would the god and goddess want her presence?  Soon, the moon would rise and she would dip her hands in the chill waters of the crater lake.  Midra and Midran would speak.  The only time she had heard their voices had been the night she’d finished her training and had been accepted as a Healwoman.  She rubbed her hands along her arms.
The Eldest touched her shoulder.  “The time is near.  There are things I must tell you.”
“Are you sure ’tis me they want?”
“You are part of their plans for the future.”  The old woman smiled.  “In the days of yore, the Three of Midra--Seer, Warrior, Healer--united with their mates.  Together they defeated those who embraced the dark faces of Midra and Midran.  For a time, the priestesses and priests who served the god and goddess walked in the light and brought miracles to the land.  But as time rolled on its circular path, what was once came again.  The dark face of Midra enthralled the priestesses.  They turned from the light.  Then the power of the goddess faltered.  Midran drew his priests into the shadows.  Still, what was will come again.”
Mabe nodded.  She’d read the old tales kept in the archives.  She had found them fascinating, but were they true?  They told of the days when the face of the goddess had darkened.  ’Twas then the Healwomen had walked away from the temples to found their own place.  In the years that followed, the temples had ruled and men had little power in ruling any of the four divisions of the land now known as nomes.  Gradually, the priests of Midran had gained strength, first in the light.  Then they had embraced the dark face of the god.
She glanced at the dome over the cavern.  Rays of moonlight shone through the four crescent shaped holes, one for each nome.  Keltoi, Sippal, Nilos and Incal.  Bands of color--red, yellow, blue and white--spread across the water.  The arrival of the colors never failed to startle and amaze Mabe.  What caused them to appear?  She turned to the Eldest.  “What do the legends have to do with me?”
“One will come from Keltoi.  She is a daughter of this nome.  Her lineage rises from the Seer, the Warrior, the Healer and their spouses.  She will have four talents and will be the gleaner who finds the Four and Four.  One pair for each nome.  They will bring light from darkness.  You will seek and find her.  Bring her to Bethsada so she can enter the hodara and learn.”
Mabe nodded and accepted the task.  She felt both humbled and excited to be chosen.  “When do I leave?”
The Eldest rose.  “The god and goddess will tell you when.”  She placed her hands on Mabe’s head.  “Seek their blessing.  Their commands are for you alone.”
Once the shuffling footsteps of the old woman no longer echoed, Mabe closed her eyes.  Her thoughts turned inward.  She had hoped to remain in Bethsada and join the other women who taught in the hodara.  Though her talents in Earth and Fire were moderate, her years of travel had brought her knowledge of the customs and ways of the people in each nome.  This knowledge was valuable to the Healwomen who staffed the many hodaras.
She rose and walked to the rock shelf surrounding the crater lake.  She knelt and dipped her hands in the icy water.  “Midra, Midran, I have come.  What would you have me do?”
As the voices of the god and goddess sounded in her head, awe filled her being.  The desires to laugh and cry co-mingled.  She remained silent and listened.
*Go.  Seek the one who will find the Four and Four.  Beware all who serve the dark faces.  They will try to keep you from completing your task.*
“How will I know the one I seek?”
*She will find you, for she prays for refuge from the ones who slink in the shadows.*
“And the enemies?”
*One you know, for you have faced and defeated her in the past.  Of the other, if he knew the girl was his daughter, he would be filled with joy.  While he is not of the dark, he might seek to sequester her so her growth would be stunted.*
*Of her enemies, there are two she must face.  One would see her dead.  The other will crave her as a possession.  Rise.  Gather your supplies.  Choose a companion for your journey.  On the morrow, leave for Keltoi.*
Mabe sank back on her heels.  She dried her hands on her skirt.  She rose and left the Grotto.  There was much to do before morning.  As she strode through the tunnel, she considered who to ask to accompany her.  Glena was her choice.




Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Cliched Books #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Cliches #Books


Just what is a cliched book? There are only so many plots so how can a book not be a cliche.  Much depends on how an author presents her material. I read a lot, and I tend if i find an author I enjoy to read more than one of their books. There are some authors who I can read every book they write. Some of these are friends so I don't count them as either cliched or not. I've started to read say author X and really liked the first of the books she's written. So I buy another book and I also like that. This leads to a third. My passion begins to lessen. Still I buy a fourth and start to read and I find it painful to finish the book and I never buy another of that author's books.

Why? What I found is this. By the fourth book, I know the writer's pattern. Certain things happen in the same place in each book. The scenes while take place in different locations all have the same crisis, actions and reactions. The books have been cliches.

This isn't plagiarism. This is a pattern the reader has encountered time and again. To keep a book from becoming cliched, the pattern must be broken. This can be difficult since the familiar is always easy. This is done by adding twists to that tired old plot and finding that spark.


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Monday, May 20, 2019

Meandering on Monday iwth Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Am writing #Poetry

Meander 1 Poem - Life Up and Down 

Somedays life has made me old
Other days quite young.
All depends on who I meet
And where I go.
There are some whose knowledge
Makes me infantile.
Others need my wisdom
To help their daily growth.
This is how life should be.
There never should be a time
When we hold ourselves above others
Or when we cast ourselves below.

Meander 2 - Watching a Loved One Growing Old.  It troubles me daily when I speak to him about something that happened yesterday and he doesn't remember. He even forgets things that caused a problem. Now he can remember clearly things that happened before I came into his life. Somethings he remembers didn't happen the way he remembers. Maybe they didn't happen the way I remember either. Still this process of aging bothers me. Life is full of memories.

Meander 3 _ Writing - Working hard on the next book and now have six chapters pretty much all right. I'll say five need little work. Six needs some things added but that will happen when I finish two drafts beyond the rough one. There may be six more chapters to go or maybe less.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Sunday's Book Moon Summoned #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Fantasy #Romance

Moon Summoned

Three Moon Summoned women. Ashiera the Seer who controls the winds and sees into the thoughts of others. Dian the Warrior who controls fire and fights with the sword. Egeria the Healer who controls fluids and heals those who are injured. They are joined in their battle by Sieper a sailor who knows the winds, Kobe once sworn to the Lord of Shadows and Jetan a healer of animals. These three vow to help the three women against those sworn to Evil.
Lugal the Cabal reads the winds and thoughts. Sargon the Gladius controls fire and the armies of the Lord of Shadow. Lugal the Cabal has knowledge of herbs and uses them for evil. These three with their cohorts will face the three and three sworn to the Mistress of the Moons. 

Previously published as Mistress of the Moons


Janet Lane Walters has written a story that will take you to another time and place. She gives vivid descriptions of her characters and their role in this story. Ms. Walters has constructed a civilization so real that you will feel its very existence. A place where men rule women as chattel for their sexual needs, and three evil rulers who drain their bodies of their very essence for spells and to gain power. There is betrayal and treachery inside of plots, as each priest plans to rule alone. Ashiera, Egeria, and Dian are bound to the spirits of the ones who came before them. They discover a truth that will astound them, and have them doubting their chosen path. They will experience a love that is forbidden and discover that two stand together better than one. I could feel the emotional struggle between love and destiny, described so passionately by the author. I hope Ms. Walters plans to continue this story. I could feel that this is just the beginning of this tale. Janet Walters book, Moon Bright, Moon Dark will go on my keeper shelf, beside such authors as Charlotte Boyett-Compo and Nancy Gideon. I give this story Five Hearts and recommend it highly. Enjoy! 


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Saturday, May 18, 2019

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Kate Hill #MFRWAuthor #Romance #Contemporary #Historical #Paranormal

Demon's Grotto (Demon's Grotto 1)

Demon's Grotto
(Dark Fantasy, Paranormal)

Ben wants Laura to reconsider staying overnight at Demon’s Grotto, and he has information about the club’s history that should convince her. He tells her three creepy love stories, hoping she will change her mind.
Rise of the Creature: When a mad doctor brings a dead man back to life, only his beautiful assistant can make that life worth living.
The Demon Within: A man on the run stops to rest at a rooming house, not knowing that it’s the hunting ground of a gorgeous succubus bent on devouring handsome guests.
Don’t Cry, Wolf: An ad for a maintenance man at a bed and breakfast is answered by a former soldier who’s harboring a hairy secret. The business’s lovely co-owner becomes involved with this sullen hunk who’s more than she imagined possible.
After hearing these stories of love and murder, will Laura decide to spend the night at Demon’s Grotto?


Captain's Mercy
(Historical, Romantic Suspense)
Mercy Brown’s life changes when she accepts a position as companion to the disabled sister of wealthy shipyard owner Jonah Barnes. She is instantly attracted to the rugged former sea captain, even if his brusque manner offends her. Mercy soon finds herself entangled in the quirky family’s secrets.
From the first, Mercy is troubled by prowlers, disturbances from the attic, and unearthly howls on the property. After meeting several unusual household members, including a groundskeeper who works by night and the mischievous Maxwell Barnes, Mercy realizes she should flee while she can.
Pages from Mercy’s first novel go missing and Jonah’s domineering personality causes tension in the house. Only Mercy’s fondness for her young companion, Faith Barnes, as well as her fascination with Jonah prevent her from leaving, but will her desire for him endanger her life?

Everything Nice
(Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy)

Will Antonio’s romantic confession win Orlanda’s heart, or destroy their partnership? A partnership made in heaven/hell–they secretly lust after each other, but … business first! How can they build a successful business together if their focus is on the bedroom instead of the bakery?





Friday, May 17, 2019

Friday Kate Hill is visiting and talking about Who She Was Before #MFRWAuthor #Writing #Romance

 !. What were you in your life before you became a writer? Did this influence your writing?

I've been writing for as long as I can remember. I think life experiences sometimes affect my writing and sometimes my writing prompts experiences that affect my life.  Here's what I mean. Years back, I visited Morocco during a vacation and it influenced the setting of a book I wrote. Later, I wrote a book in which one of the main characters was a belly dancer. I took lessons for research and I still like to belly dance today. I'm not good at it, but I still enjoy it. In the first case, the vacation influenced my writing and in the other case, my writing guided me toward a form of exercise I probably wouldn't have tried without a specific need.

2.  Are you genre specific or general? Why? I don't mean genres like romance, mystery, fantasy etc. There are many subgenres of the above.  

I'd say I'm general because I like to write many different subgenres of romance, but I also enjoy writing horror and fantasy at times. I don't like to place limits on my writing. 

3. Did your reading choices have anything to do with your choice of a genre or genres? 

Definitely. I've always loved romance novels, but I sometimes had trouble relating to the characters, in particular the heroines. Way back in the day, romance novels also didn't have much action or paranormal/horror elements like they do today, so I started writing stories that I'd like to read and couldn't generally find.

4. What's your latest release? 

My latest release is a dark fantasy romance called Demon's Grotto. It includes three stories set in the same building. The stories are self-contained, but they're also part of an overall plot. Here's a short blurb about the book.

Ben wants Laura to reconsider staying overnight at Demon’s Grotto, and he has information about the club’s history that should convince her. He tells her three creepy love stories, hoping she will change her mind.

Rise of the Creature: When a mad doctor brings a dead man back to life, only his beautiful assistant can make that life worth living.

The Demon Within: A man on the run stops to rest at a rooming house, not knowing that it’s the hunting ground of a gorgeous succubus bent on devouring handsome guests.

Don’t Cry, Wolf: An ad for a maintenance man at a bed and breakfast is answered by a former soldier who’s harboring a hairy secret. The business’s lovely co-owner becomes involved with this sullen hunk who’s more than she imagined possible.

After hearing these stories of love and murder, will Laura decide to spend the night at Demon’s Grotto?

Demon's Grotto was released by Changeling Press on March 15th.



5. What are you working on now? 

Right now I'm working on a series of books about former military buddies and how they meet the women of their dreams. I'm also nearly finished with a historical romance, the sequel to my novel, Captain's Mercy.

6. Where can we find you? 

You can find me online at https://www.kate-hill.com. I'm also active on twitter at https://www.twitter.com/katehillromance and https://www.twitter.com/compbeastsblog. The former is attached to my Compelling Beasts Blog (https://www.compellingbeastsblog) that focuses on antagonists, antiheroes, and paranormal creatures. 

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Thursday's Fourth Scene from The Amber Chronicles #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Fantasy #Romance


Emme opened her eyes and quickly closed them. The brilliant rays of a pale yellow sun glared. She pushed against the ground and sat. The amber orb lay on the ground near her hand.
     With caution she studied the surrounding area. Huge trees stood like sentries around the small clearing. She inhaled the scents of evergreen, moss and grass. Using a hand to shield her eyes she looked at the sun.
     She wasn’t on the world called Amber. The sun was paler than the one she knew. An ember of anger multiplied. They had banished her. Rage erupted. Around her the grass smoldered. The odor of burning vegetation rose with small flickering flames. Emme doused the fires and pulled her rage inside. Burning the forest wouldn’t solve her dilemma.
     Shelter, she thought. The sun stood at what must be past midday. She lifted the amber gem and watched the play of light along the surface. Birdsong filled the air. A chittering sound caused her to look up. Along a branch of a hardwood tree a gray creature with a fluffy tale scampered. Emme rose and strode forward.
     Was this the world where she would find her prince? How long must she wait for him? When she found a prince, he had to love her or she would be exiled here for long years measured by sleeps.
She came to a brook flowing over rocks with a liquid sound. She stooped and cupped her hands and drank the clear cool liquid. As she continued the forest thinned. She found a tree with white blossoms scenting the air. She picked a few to carry as she continued to search for something or someone.
     Anger ebbed. Sadness rose. Four times she had been passed over when one after one a prince chose one of her sisters. What was wrong with her? Why had none of the princes chosen her? She had to find a prince. Not as ordinary one. She would seek a crown prince from one of the princedoms of this world. A memory arose. Lessons to be learned. She closed them away.
     A slow slid of tears began. Sounds of small animals scurrying through the brush reached her. Where were the people? How could she find her prince if there were none to be found? Had she been banished to spend years in lonely seeking?
     The flow became a stream. Her eyes burned. She felt a desperate need to curl into a ball and weep until her tears ended. She couldn’t.
     After a time she came upon a dirt road. Left or right? She stepped onto the dusty surface and found an invisible barrier kept her from turning right.
     The sun set. The sky darkened. She called a ball of fire to light the way. The moon rose. She studied the full circle and knowledge arose. This was the night of this world’s summer solstice and the moon was full. Would her prince arrive before moonset? She could but wait and hope.
     In the distance she saw a stone cottage. “Hello,” she called. Twice more she repeated the greeting. When no one answered she stepped around the sagging gate and walked along a stone path to the door.
     When she stepped inside, she sneezed. Deserted. Dusty. Musty. How long had the place been abandoned?
     Emme raised a breeze to spin dirt and debris out the door. Exhaustion made her falter. She left the main room and found the bed chamber. Using the last of her energy, she refreshed the mattress and linens before sprawling on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.
     In the morning her energy renewed, she cleaned the rest of the cottage. Outside she studied the garden. Spreading her hands wide, she restored the growth. Flowers and vegetables sprouted and bloomed. She cleared the small pond. Water sparkled in the sunlight. With a wave of her hands the fallen pickets of the fence rose to surround the garden. The gate slid into place.
     Inside the house she placed the amber orb on the ledge above the fireplace. With fruit and vegetables from the newly established ones and eggs from the chickens she had lured into the yard, she prepared a meal.
     All was in order. All she needed was a crown prince to arrive and to promise unending live. But the time was not right this year. She needed a solstice full moon to be able to return home.
     Emme used her power to attune herself to this new world and learn the next time the signs would be right was a hundred years plus minus one day. Thoughts of living out that time in solitary seclusion didn’t suit. Though she could walk the road a memory of the barrier along with the knowledge she must remain for a spell. In four hundred years plus twenty there would be a rare occurrence of a solstice full moon.
     She cleaned the dishes and carried the amber orb into the garden. She stared at the reflection of the jewel in the water. Thoughts of the Amber World rose and tears fell. She must cast a spell to fulfill her desire to return home.
     “On the night of the solstice full moon, the crown prince of this land will be drawn to this garden. He will have a choice. Declare his love for me or enter the amber orb and find his destiny elsewhere.”
The spell was set. Exhaustion caused her steps to falter. She returned to the cottage and gathered her power to cast an enchantment. “Until a month before the solstice full moon, I will sleep and age no more than a year.” Her last thought was of awakening to find her prince and return home.






Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Wednesday Moon Summoned #MFRWHook #BWLPublishing #Fantasy #Romance

Moon Summoned

Join the authors at #MFRWHooks  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com here to find some great excerpts. Mine is Moon Summoned, a fantasy romance with three heroes, three heroines and three villains.

Three Moon Summoned women. Ashiera the Seer who controls the winds and sees into the thoughts of others. Dian the Warrior who controls fire and fights with the sword. Egeria the Healer who controls fluids and heals those who are injured. They are joined in their battle by Sieper a sailor who knows the winds, Kobe once sworn to the Lord of Shadows and Jetan a healer of animals. These three vow to help the three women against those sworn to Evil.
Lugal the Cabal reads the winds and thoughts. Sargon the Gladius controls fire and the armies of the Lord of Shadow. Lugal the Cabal has knowledge of herbs and uses them for evil. These three with their cohorts will face the three and three sworn to the Mistress of the Moons. 

Janet Lane Walters has written a story that will take you to another time and place. She gives vivid descriptions of her characters and their role in this story. Ms. Walters has constructed a civilization so real that you will feel its very existence. A place where men rule women as chattel for their sexual needs, and three evil rulers who drain their bodies of their very essence for spells and to gain power. There is betrayal and treachery inside of plots, as each priest plans to rule alone. Ashiera, Egeria, and Dian are bound to the spirits of the ones who came before them. They discover a truth that will astound them, and have them doubting their chosen path. They will experience a love that is forbidden and discover that two stand together better than one. I could feel the emotional struggle between love and destiny, described so passionately by the author. I hope Ms. Walters plans to continue this story. I could feel that this is just the beginning of this tale. Janet Walters book, Moon Bright, Moon Dark will go on my keeper shelf, beside such authors as Charlotte Boyett-Compo and Nancy Gideon. I give this story Five Hearts and recommend it highly. Enjoy! 



EXCERPT:

Eclipse

The setting sun brought shadows creeping along the mountain slopes. From the battle lines stretched across the plateau, the smell of blood mingled with the dust. Metal clanged against metal. Shouts, curses and screams filled the air. The moans of the wounded broke the Seer’s concentration on the amber light streaming from the crystal atop her staff. The beam sent a jagged pattern through the growing darkness.
A piercing cry arose. The ruby ray from the Warrior’s sword shot toward the sky. The Healer darted among the fallen and knelt beside the sorely wounded woman. Blue light from the Healer’s wand focused on the Warrior’s wounds. The Healer poured life-sustaining energy through the azure beam.
Gusts of wind drove thick waves of fog from the mountain peaks to obscure the plain and to cover the retreat of the women. A cluster of the servants of the Mistress of the Moons, clad in tunics of amber, red and blue, stumbled after those who bore the Warrior. They carried her between a pair of standing stones into a narrow passage that led to a crater lake and the Place of Choosing.
The Seer stumbled and would have fallen if the Healer hadn’t caught her arm. Together they moved through the fog. The edges of their cloaks brushed the standing stones.
“How much time have we?” the Healer asked.
The Seer tightened her grip on the staff. “I pray enough to complete the ritual before the eclipse hides the light of the moon.”
The Healer guided the other woman into the narrow passage. “With the coming of the fog, the bright moon and the dark moon have risen. We must succeed or all is lost for the One we serve.”
“Pray our call is answered before the next eclipse and the time of the lunar of the dark moon. For now and to all eternity, the thirteenth moon, the dark moon will rise each year to fill the sky.”
“We must wait thirteen years before this comes to pass. Pray the Mistress of the Moons will hold the Queen of Darkness at bay so the ones we call will have a chance.”
“Unless those who serve the Lord of Shadows call the Queen forth.”
The Healer sucked in a breath. “Never will the ones who serve the shadowed one share the rule.”
The Seer sighed. “Mistress bless. So be it. We will call, the Three will come and all will be as it has been. Unlike those in the other nomes, we can’t allow a drastic change to alter what we’ve built.”
“Agreed,” the Healer said.
They emerged from the passage and walked across the rock-strewn earth to the crater lake. The walls on three sides formed a crescent around the pool.
The Seer marshaled enough strength to walk unassisted. Her hair, darkened by age, flew wildly around her face. The Healer’s hair was as black as a night beneath the dark moon.
The remaining women clustered at the edge of the lake. The Seer and the Healer took the ends of the stretcher on which the Warrior lay. They waded through the cool water to the isle in the center of the lake. Gently they laid their companion on the pale rock. The Healer placed the Warrior’s sword on her chest and crossed the woman’s arms beneath the orb in the hilt.
Those who served the Mistress as seers, warriors and healers held torches aloft.
The ebon globe slid across the surface of the pale golden moon. The Seer passed her hand over the head of her staff. From the depths of the amber crystal, a band of pale yellow light flowed.
“From out of time and out of space, we three, Seer, Warrior, Healer, send our spirits questing for those who will continue the battle against the Lord of Shadows. We call for those who will keep the faith exactly as we have. Mistress of the Moons, pray keep the Queen of Darkness in bonds so You will prevail.”
The Healer raised her wand. The blue crystal on the tip flared and blue light shone. “The time of passing is upon us.” Her voice held neither fear nor anticipation. “Moon bright becomes Moon dark. May this eclipse add strength to our quest.”
The dark orb continued its stately progress across the face of the moon. The Seer held her staff so the light shone across the body of the Warrior. “How fares our sister?”
The Healer pressed a hand against the Warrior’s chest. “Her heart beats, but her body weakens. Can she bring forth the light of her sword?”
“The Mistress will sustain her.”
The Healer gasped. From the ruby crystal embedded in the hilt of the Warrior’s sword, a red ray rose to touch the blue and amber. “Just as our lights unite, we three are one.”

Moon Bright, Moon dark,
Mistress of the Moons.
From out of time,
From the depths of space.
Call the Three,
Seer, Warrior, Healer.
Empower them.
From conception comes the thought.
From the thought rises the desire.
From desire springs the seed.
And the fruit becomes the harvest,
Ending shadows, bringing light.

The women who had gathered at the edge of the lake added their voices to those of the Three. Once, twice, thrice, they intoned the call. As the dark globe completely covered the moon, they plunged their torches into the water. Clouds of herb-scented smoke obscured the isle. When the sun rose only a staff, a sword and a wand remained.


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Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Cliched Scenes #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #amwriting #cliches

Now we come to something I often find when I'm finished a rough draft of a story. That is the cliched scene. I don't usually have this scene take place in the same place, but I have done this on occasion. What a cliched scene becomes is telling or showing the same facts bought out in a previous scene in the same manner.

Often this scene can take place in a restaurant. Two people meet for a meal. They talk over their food. They say the some new things the reader doesn't know. Then a chapter or two later, the scene takes place in the same restaurant with the same people saying the same things. The writer moves forward in the book and comes closer to the end. The characters appear at the same restaurant and say the same things. This is overkill. That's what a cliched scene comes to mean.

Another way scenes can become cliched is when a writer uses the same kind of scene in a new book on or about the same pages in the last book they wrote. Suddenly, the entire book becomes a cliche with first kiss on the same page as the prior book, the fight, the love scene. The story has become a pattern that worked once and maybe twice. But if a reader sits down to write a book that follows the same pattern as the last six or seven books, they may not read any more.


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Monday, May 13, 2019

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

Meander 1  Poem -- Friendship --

Don't fly too far from me, dear friend.
Don't go where I can't reach you.
I'll never bind you with chains or ties.
Your spirit needs to be free.
I too have needs though I must plod.
I need to know where you are found.
Though w may never meet again
I need some form of touch
With your soaring soul.

Meander 2 - Mother's Day was yesterday. I received the usual visits and phone chats with my children. Only one remembered my thoughts on the day. Hallmark Greeting Card Day. Let;ssell more cards.



Meander 3 - Writing - Am working hard to put my latest WIP into shape. Going slower than I would like but I now have a goal to have it finished by the end of June since that will give me time to finish the next book by the December deadline.


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Sunday, May 12, 2019

Sunday's Book The Amber Chronicles #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Fantasy #Story Collection

The Amber Chronicles

Amber Chronicles Collection: Emme, a witch and the heir to the throne of the world called Amber is banished from her home to find love. She believes she can command a man to love her but this does not work. Angry at being told no by the crown prince of Rivand she casts a spell on the Riva family. Every hundred years when the moon is full at the summer solstice she will call the crown prince. If he refuses to cede his love to her he will enter the amber orb and vanish. Four times she fails and the princes find adventure on other worlds. One turns an enchanted amber dragon into a princess. The second is imprisoned in an amber tower and must select a bride. The third must free the heroine from an amber cage. Emme slowly learns her lesson and returns to spend her childhood with the fourth prince. Hoping knowing each other will help. She has fallen in love with the crown prince and enters the amber orb in his place. Can Emme who is Cast in Amber be freed and gain the love she has sought for all those years?

Reviews:
FOUR STARS! The witch's curse of zapping princes into an amber orb is one of my favorites. This story is the fate of the very first prince. It reads much like a fairy tale, where at least one moral is to be learned. An enchanting fantasy. **** Detra Fitc
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Saturday, May 11, 2019

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Frank Talabar #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Paranormal

The Joining (Ainsworth Chronicles Book 1)

Book One in The Ainsworth Chronicles: THE JOINING.

 Here's my elevator pitch.
Slam Ghost Busters into a large cooking pot, use a classy hotel as the base, toss in a female Mickey Spillane and a female Edgar Cayce, stir in a herbal mix of the mob, add a pinch of abduction, season generously with ghosts and top with a sprig of TinkerBell when cooked.

https://books2read.com/The-Joining


My Newest Reviews:

I hate You! My wife who is off on medical leave, won't get out of the bathroom. Can't put your book down. LOL. Bruce W.
I talked to Frank at work and bought four of his novels, all right up my alley, urban Fantasy and Paranormal thrillers. But as we were leaving my girlfriend opened up the copy of The Joining, I had purchased and said, "Stop! You gotta go back I have to buy this book." Frank had hooked her in the first three pages. Well Done.  Joyce Nicholls

Shuttered Seduction
He only wanted to steal her company. She only wanted Not to fall in love with him. Both had dark secrets they didn't want revealed.
All Roy wanted to do was seduce Julia-Rae and convince her to sell him her company. Julia-Rae wanted to shut him out of her heart like every other man that got close. Only what do you do when you fall in madly in love with the enemy and the enemy with you. Will the dark secrets they hold tear you apart?
Review, Janet Lane Walters...Great romance. Spicy with both hero and heroine fighting the attraction. She's an independent woman who loves being in charge of her own magazine and running things the way she wants. He wants to gain her magazine for the group of travel ones he heads. From their first meeting in Peru sparks fly between them.
https://books2read.com/Shuttered-Seduction

The Stillwaters Run Deep Series.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07CH6QFBN

Book One: Raven's Lament

What if a native legend came back to life and was saddened by the destruction of his people, their culture and their environment?
What if that legend was the Haida creator god Raven and he spirited away the girl you were falling in love with?
What if you didn’t believe in native spiritualism and found yourself battling Raven with only a shaman to help you?
Inspired by true events that took place on the Queen Charlotte Islands, Raven's Lament centers on a journalist who investigates a killing tied into the destruction of old-growth forest and becomes tangled up in a spirit war. He finds love and meaning as he encounters a centuries-old Haida prince, formerly imprisoned along with Raven in a rare Golden Spruce tree.

REVIEWS:
"After being stranded twenty kilometers from the nearest road at the tip of Rose Spit, Haida Gwaii, and having to push his spanking new SUV a few kilometers along the beach before the tide came in and we ran out of booze, my first reaction on being asked to write a back cover blurb was, “over my dead body." Some people will do anything to get an endorsement.”
Susan Musgrave

Book Two: Vancouver's Spirits

Vancouver’s mayor is brutally slain in Stanley Park. His family is missing, no clues. So begins Carol’s first big detective case.  Toss in a hot male reporter. Vengeful bikers, a sexually starved succubus, a boatload of out of sync demi-gods and a disappearing shaman who holds all the clues. Oh, it’s going to be a fun night in the park.
 If Charles de Lint's Greenmantle or Moonheart grabs you, you'll not be able to put down Frank Talaber's Vancouver's Spirits.
 Review By Robert Winslow.  A refreshing change from the usual and all too familiar cast of deities and spirits. Talaber pulls his characters from the vast and untapped riches of aboriginal myth and legend, bringing to life their intricate stories largely unfamiliar to wider audiences. He intertwines their ancient tales with the dark, gritty and dangerous under belly of contemporary urban life. The whole makes for an interesting and compelling read with an ending that's impossible to predict.    

https://books2read.com/Vancouvers-Spirits


Book Three in the Stillwaters Run Deep Series: Thunderbird's Wake
 
Its Ghostbusters teamed up with a female Mickey Spillane who has a Native Shaman sidekick nuttier
 than a squirrels winter stash as a side kick.
 
 
Agatha Christie, roll over in your grave, new sleuths on the prowl. Haida shaman Charlie Stillwaters
 convinces Carol Ainsworth, a Vancouver detective, to join him as he breaks his way into a high 
security prison. 
 
The duo are determined to find out who killed the previous native elder before all lightning and 
thunder breaks loose. They encounter deranged inmates, mystical beings, ancient serpents, wood
 sprites and someone who should have been dead long ago.
 
Not your usual crime/mystery!
Not your usual criminal investigators!
You thought Jack Nicholson was mad in The Shining…
Wait until you meet Charlie Stillwaters in the Sweat lodge.
 
Reviews
There are many aspects true to First Nation’s beliefs. For example the transformation of animals 
and anomalies within our realm. Frank Talaber’s writing is clear and concise, leaving no grey
 areas. But his true talent as a writer is not only a sense of time, history and capturing First Nation’s
 humor, but going from the real to the surreal and the supernatural. A gift he plies very well.
Tom Patterson
Nuu-Cha-Nulth Artist and Master Carver 
 
Just when I was beginning to wonder where the next great Canadian story teller would emerge from
, Frank Talaber has written a modern crime mystery with a twist. In “Thunderbird’s Wake” Talaber
 weaves the richness of Canada’s west coast aboriginal spirituality into the science of modern forensics.
 CSI comes to Haida Gwaii as the shaman and the detective conduct an investigation that will take
 them and the reader on a journey to a place where murder, redemption and ancient mysticism intersect.

Michael G de Jong, QC
Minister of Finance, Government House Leader, 
Province of British Columbia
 
https://books2read.com/Thunderbirds-Wake

 

Friday, May 10, 2019

Friday Frank Talabar is visiting and talking about his latest release #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing, #Ghosts #Victoria BC


1. Tell me about your latest release? Genre?

The Joining, Book one in the Ainsworth Chronicles. Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Thriller.

 Basically you've got ghosts, hunky FBI agents, ancient curses, the mob, and a crazy old psychic lady claiming you've invited her, before young boys begin disappearing and weird things begin happening to the spirits and the druggies trapped in the sewers. Welcome to Victoria, BC and Carol's first day undercover at the Fairmount Empress Hotel in the most haunted city in North America.
PS. They serve great tea and the scones are to die for. Literally.


2. Where did the idea arise?

Well, from my son Rory, actually. He's a chef at the Boom and Batten restaurant in Victoria and was working at Nautical Nellies before that. When I looked into Victoria I found out it was the most haunted city in North America. So it twigged my interest. I found out where he worked had a haunted kitchen. Which he didn't seem to mind, "yes dad, pots sometimes swing on the walls and go sliding across the counter when I'm there alone." I'd have quit in an instant.
But I also found out that there's a time vortex in Victoria, on Shelbourne and Hillside for those interested. Now my muse is talking to me and asking the main question that twigs my writers mind. What If?
I also found a few claims of ghosts in the Fairmont Empress Hotel and chatted with the staff. I'm a big one for asking questions and both staff said they had ghost experiences by people staying there. The strangest one is this: the doorman said one couple told him that they had a ghost in their locked room when they were gone and the wife's clothes had been taken out and ghost clothing put in her suitcase.
I asked, "Ghost clothing?"
"Yes," he said, "really old clothing." True Story.
So, my muse has gone off on a tangent, "what if there's a ghost walking around today?"

3. How much research was involved? Did you stay on point or be distracted by wanting to look at just one more thing?

A lot, the more I researched, the more ghost stories I came across. Yes, it was easy to be distracted, but that usually lead to more questions. Like why is there a Wall of Wonders down in the sewers and claims of Satanic cults?
Usually the research leads me to more and more questions and ideas.

4. How long did you take to write the book?

About eight months. Unfortunately I also manage an automotive shop and work full time, which interferes with how much I can write. So once I begin writing I can really crank out a lot and I usually will write whole plot lines out and then switch to another plot line after that.

5. Now a bit about you. How long have you been writing? What is your Sun Sign?
I'm a Cancer, born on June 21st, the cusp as well. Some refer me to Gemini. What I know is that I find the moon calling me to write as it ascends in the night. I have been writing since high school. Took a creative writing course that really trained me to write subconsciously. 

6. Do you write in a number of genres of stick to one?

No, my publisher would like me to stick to one, but I write in several. As I find my muse doesn't like to be confined. I've done, romance, comedy, fantasy, erotica, science fiction and literary to name a few.

7. Where can you be found?

My Website is
https://wordpress.com/stats/day/franktalaberpublishedauthor.wordpress.com

I'm also on facebook.
https://www.facebook.com/FrankTalaber/

And I have a short story page.
https://www.facebook.com/franktalaberpublishedauthor/

Also I'm on Linked In and Twitter. Oh, I shouldn't forget GoodReads as well.