Showing posts with label Healwoman. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Nilos - Moon Rising #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #romantasy #magic #swords #healwomen #The Eldest

 



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BLURB
Return to the world where Midra and Midran rule. The god and goddess have two faces. Midra is Mistrees on the Moon and also Mistress of the Dark. Midran is Lord of light and Lord of shadows. Rons ago, the Three and Three rose, Seer, Warrior, Healer defeated the Lord of Shadows, though remnants of his worshipers remain. As generations pass in the four nomes of the land only a few remain to honor the Mistress. Once again the followers of Midran prevail, leaving trouble to roil beneath the surface. Prophecies abound and many point to change. Will the Three and Three come again?

In Nilos, Healwomen have become only midwives. Their hodara lies in ruins on the bank of the Nilos River in the city of Memphos. Only a few women come for training and remain in the city. Others serve in the highlands and on the desert. The Eldest, she who rules the midwives, sets upon a scheme fo bring the Three to life and to rule the nome.

What will happen when the Eldest sets her plan into action? Will there be just three women or will they find their opposites becoming the fabled Three and Three? Who will rule the changes to come?
Reviewed in the United States on March 12, 2021
An evocative fantasy with hints of The Handmaid's Tale, when females are demoted to a servile role in their society. Ms. Walters spins a compelling story of struggle and empowerment. I must try the other books in this series.

Plus that cover is gorgeous!



EXCERPT


The change had come long before her birth. As the last of a line of Elders extending back for generations, she was a failure. She had failed to give birth to a daughter. To her disgrace, she had one child, a son. He’d been taken by his father when the boy reached his fifth year. Failure had honed her determination. She had dreams and plans to restore the reputation of the Healwomen. I will succeed.

She stumbled over a protruding stone and nearly fell. Her hand hit a piece of rubble that moved. A bit of parchment showed from beneath the rock. She stooped and carefully moved the piece of granite and grasped the scrap.

After finding a place to sit, she read the words. The Three…Seer, Warrior, Healer…come again…unite with.

Those few words rocketed into her thoughts.  Destined.  She’d always known a way would be found. What else had been written on the torn shard? She wished for more. Her hopes flew like prayers to Midra, Mistress of the moons.

The Eldest planned. She would be the one to find the fabled Three and thus erase her failure. She slid the scrap into the pocket of her divided skirt. Were there more pieces of parchment to guide her?

Though she overturned other stones and rocks in what had once been the scriptorium, she found no other bits. Her excitement remained high. What she’d found was a gift from the Mistress and she would use what she had learned.

Thoughts of triumph raised a broad smile. I will be the one. The Three will come. The Seer, Warrior and Healer called by the Mistress of the Moons will bring change to Nilos. The midwives would regain their proper position in Nilos. Once again, they will be called Healwomen. A new hodara would be built.

She rose and crossed the road to the wall surrounding the house where she lived with the other women considered mere midwives. Moments later, she opened the beaded curtain and entered her office.

Plans to make. Three young women, each to birth a girl, must be found. Her eyes closed as she thought of the women living in this house and the few assigned to the highlands.

Not many young women sought to join the midwives. Most were middle-aged. Of the five who were of a good age to bear a child one had just joined, two had nearly completed their training and two were poor choices. Finding a willing man for them would mean coins they didn’t have.

For the fathers, young men would be best. They must possess good blood lines. Most under consideration were priests of Midran. One of that ilk was her son. Though he was a few years older than the others, his lines were pure. The daughter to come would be of her heritage, making her failure less. Tomorrow she would begin to implement her plan.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Nilos Healwomen #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #romancy #fantasy #swords #sorcery

 

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Blurb:

Return to the world where Midra and Midran rule. The god and goddess have two faces. Midra is Mistrees on the Moon and also Mistress of the Dark. Midran is Lord of light and Lord of shadows. Rons ago, the Three and Three rose, Seer, Warrior, Healer defeated the Lord of Shadows, though remnants of his worshipers remain. As generations pass in the four nomes of the land only a few remain to honor the Mistress. Once again the followers of Midran prevail, leaving trouble to roil beneath the surface. Prophecies abound and many point to change. Will the Three and Three come again?

In Nilos, Healwomen have become only midwives. Their hodara lies in ruins on the bank of the Nilos River in the city of Memphos. Only a few women come for training and remain in the city. Others serve in the highlands and on the desert. The Eldest, she who rules the midwives, sets upon a scheme fo bring the Three to life and to rule the nome.

What will happen when the Eldest sets her plan into action? Will there be just three women or will they find their opposites becoming the fabled Three and Three? Who will rule the changes to come?

   

Reviewed in the United States on March 12, 2021
An evocative fantasy with hints of The Handmaid's Tale, when females are demoted to a servile role in their society. Ms. Walters spins a compelling story of struggle and empowerment. I must try the other books in this series.
Plus that cover is gorgeous!


EXCERPT:

The Eldest, ruler of the midwives, entered the ruined remains of the hodara. Once the Healwomen, Sworn to Midra, Mistress of the Moons, resided here. People from the nome had come here to seek healing. She reached the banks of the Nilos River. The churning waters of the life-bringer rushed toward the sea. Anger roiled her thoughts. Her hands clenched.

Why had the Healwomen lost their standing in the land? Once they had walked hand in hand with the priests of Midran. Her gut churned with desire, not to stand with the priests but to rule over them.

I am a Healwoman. Those words rang loud in her thoughts. Though the title remained an empty promise, she vowed to find a way. The few women who entered had dwindled. Those who had once dwelled in the House of Healing had been relegated to the status of midwives. Where they once had been considered vital to the land their reputation lay in tatters.

She moved away from the edge of the river and reached a deep depression where chunks of stone had been ripped away and carried to the city. Much of the newer buildings in Memphos had been made from the granite of the hodara. Where she stood had once been the healing pool. The ill and injured had come to bathe in the warm water before entering one of the Halls to be treated by the Senior Healwomen. She should have been one of them.

The change had come long before her birth. As the last of a line of Elders extending back for generations, she was a failure. She had failed to give birth to a daughter. To her disgrace, she had one child, a son. He’d been taken by his father when the boy reached his fifth year. Failure had honed her determination. She had dreams and plans to restore the reputation of the Healwomen. I will succeed.

She stumbled over a protruding stone and nearly fell. Her hand hit a piece of rubble that moved. A bit of parchment showed from beneath the rock. She stooped and carefully moved the piece of granite and grasped the scrap.

After finding a place to sit, she read the words. The Three…Seer, Warrior, Healer…come again…unite with.

Those few words rocketed into her thoughts.  Destined.  She’d always known a way would be found. What else had been written on the torn shard? She wished for more. Her hopes flew like prayers to Midra, Mistress of the moons.

The Eldest planned. She would be the one to find the fabled Three and thus erase her failure. She slid the scrap into the pocket of her divided skirt. Were there more pieces of parchment to guide her?

Though she overturned other stones and rocks in what had once been the scriptorium, she found no other bits. Her excitement remained high. What she’d found was a gift from the Mistress and she would use what she had learned.

Thoughts of triumph raised a broad smile. I will be the one. The Three will come. The Seer, Warrior and Healer called by the Mistress of the Moons will bring change to Nilos. The midwives would regain their proper position in Nilos. Once again, they will be called Healwomen. A new hodara would be built.

She rose and crossed the road to the wall surrounding the house where she lived with the other women considered mere midwives. Moments later, she opened the beaded curtain and entered her office.

Plans to make. Three young women, each to birth a girl, must be found. Her eyes closed as she thought of the women living in this house and the few assigned to the highlands.

Not many young women sought to join the midwives. Most were middle-aged. Of the five who were of a good age to bear a child one had just joined, two had nearly completed their training and two were poor choices. Finding a willing man for them would mean coins they didn’t have.

For the fathers, young men would be best. They must possess good blood lines. Most under consideration were priests of Midran. One of that ilk was her son. Though he was a few years older than the others, his lines were pure. The daughter to come would be of her heritage, making her failure less. Tomorrow she would begin to implement her plan.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Healwoman Mabe #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #fantasy #romantasy #romance #swords #sorcery

 

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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.

Reviewed in the United States on August 1, 2014

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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.”

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Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Healwoman The Villains #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #epic fantasy #healing #swords #quest

 

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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:

Britha paced across the courtyard of the posada.  Two days wasted.  Two days of boredom.  Two days of assisting Mabe while she treated the commoners.  At least the Militos had left and taken their laughter and joking about her prudishness.  They had no idea who she was or how experienced she was in love play.  She hadn’t been about to waste her talents on common soldiers.

As she peered down the road, she saw a man wearing a gray cloak that changed colors.  He didn’t walk, he swaggered.  When he drew closer, she smiled.  This man was no commoner and he wasn’t much older than she was.  His ice blond hair hung to his shoulders and his skin was a deep rich brown, almost the color of chocha.  She leaned against the wall.

When he entered the courtyard, his eyes appraised her.  She met his gaze and read interest in his dark eyes.  He entered the posada.  She followed and stood near the entrance to the common room.  He removed his cloak.  Her gaze lingered on his broad shoulders and muscular chest. 

“Publican, a room for the night.”

The burly man bowed.  “Your name and reason for traveling?”

“Vorgan, aspirant to the priesthood on a quest for the Gate of the Shadows.”  He flipped the man a gold coin.  “This should cover my stay and the things I’ll need when I leave.”

“I’ll have a room prepared and make sure the bathing room is available.”  The publican bustled away.

Britha stepped closer to Vorgan.  “Don’t you take a risk by traveling alone?”

He turned.  “I’ve no fear.  Soon I will be Thiasi mid Vor.  Healwoman, what is your name?”

The timbre of his deep voice sent shivers along hr spine.  “Britha, cousin to Bodlesa, Keltoi of Keltoi.”

His eyes narrowed with interest.  “Have dinner with me.”

“I would enjoy that.”

“Give me an hour to get settled.”  He raised her hand to his lips and ran his tongue over the knuckles.

“I’ll be ready...and waiting.”  Britha hurried to her room on the woman’s side and opened her pack.  She pulled several vials of skin oil she’d blended.  After sniffing each, she chose one with an earthy spiciness.  This Vorgan was delicious.  Recalling how her fingers had itched to stroke his skin brought heat to her lower abdomen.  The speculation she’d seen in his eyes when she had mentioned her cousin made Britha believe she might have found an ally for her own plans.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Healwoman Meet the Hero #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #healing #swords #sorcery #romance

 

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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:

A pungent odor halted him.  Though he’d never seen a living firelion, when he’d been a student in the Gate of the Tutors, he’d seen drawings of the beasts.  He’d also smelled vials of the feline’s venom and would never forget the phosphor scent.  He also knew the danger of an attack.  Not only did the firelions use claw and teeth, their fangs contained a fluid that ate flesh.

He cautiously crept forward until he reached a small clearing.  The fire in the circle was dead.  A heap of cloth lay on the ground beyond the fire.  When he edged into the clearing, he realized the cloth was a shredded chameleon cloak.  The priest had curled into a protective ball and spared his face from wounds.  Shandor noted the claw marks and the patches of burned flesh on mid Chu’s arms, legs and back.

Shandor searched for water and found a small stream not far from the camp.  He filled a leather flask and returned to the priest.  With cloth torn from an extra tunic, he cleaned the wounds.

Mid Chu’s eyes opened.  “Vorgan came.  Bragged.  Your trophy.  Took token.  Left.  Firelion came.”

Shandor leaned closer.  “I’ll find a way to help you.”

“No time.  Go.  Find Vorgan.  I’ll live as long as I can.”

Shandor sucked in a breath.  How could he abandon the man who had been his mentor for his entire training with the Shadows?  Mid Chu would suffer an excruciating death.  Shandor didn’t know how the Healwomen treated such wounds, but he had to try.  As he worked, he saw signs of Vorgan’s hasty departure.  He thought of what the priest had said.  Had Vorgan driven the firelion to attack the priest?

After building a small fire, Shandor lifted the older man’s pack.  He was torn between following the priest’s order to catch Vorgan and staying to help.  How could he leave?  Where would he find help?  How could he transport mid Chu to where help could be found?

By midday, the priest’s condition had worsened.  Several clusters of small blisters had formed on the burned flesh.  Shandor wished he had more than a talent for calling fire.  Why hadn’t he watched his Healwoman mother as she worked?  Could he have learned what to do?  He’d been just five when he’d left Bethsada to join his father.

He put water to heat and added chocha leaves.  While a mug cooled, he drank some and set snares in the forest.  Then, he carried the warm beverage to the priest.  “Mid Chu, you must drink.”

The priest’s skin burned.  Shandor sank on his heels.  He had to find help.  If the priest died, there would be no witness to Vorgan’s duplicity.  That meant any chance to join the priesthood would be lost.  The nearest place was the temple, but no priestess of Midra would help a servant of Midran.  How could he leave his mentor unprotected while he hurried to the nearest posada?  If the firelion returned, the priest wouldn’t survive a second attack.

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Wednesday, February 8, 2023

Healwoman #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #fantasy #healing #swords #intrigue

 

Join the authors at #MFRWHooks http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com for some great excerpts. Mine is found at eclecticwriter.blogspot.com and is Healwoman Book 2 of Moon Rising

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:

She slipped into the hall.  Eternal torches set in brackets along the walls softened the deep shadows.  She crept toward the stairs.  When she heard her mother’s voice, she pressed against a door.

“Leave me alone.  I won’t drink your vile brew.”

“Will you allow me to train Norna as my successor?”

“A drab nursed her.  A drab raised her.  A drab I have named her and as one, she will remain.”  The frost in Bodlesa’s voice chilled Norna.

“What if Midra wants her?  The signs in the cup were strange.  Four colors, followed by red.  That is the color of this nome.”

Bodlesa’s wild laughter made Norna shiver.  “And the color of death and war.  Has the goddess marked her?  When I dragged her to the baths before we left the megara, her skin was unmarked.  She is mine to give or hold.  She will have no high place in the temple or the megara.  As one doubly misbegotten, she must pay for the life the Healwoman gave to her.”

“Will you return to the megara and willingly take Prasutus to your bed and produce the daughters who are needed?”

“You ask too much.”

“Until you agree, the cell will be your home.”  The iron in Ulrica’s voice made Norna ease away.  “Dear sister, your will is strong, but mine is as firm as the surface on the roads throughout the nomes.  Hold her while she drinks.”

Norna fled along the shadowy hall and returned to her cot.  Tears flowed down her cheeks.  What could she do?  Twice misbegotten.  A drab she’d been named.  She couldn’t accept that fate.  She had to escape and find a refuge.  Would the Healwoman give shelter to someone like her?

 

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