Thursday, August 11, 2016

Thursday's Opening Scene - From Havens (Book 2 Affinities Series) #MFRWauthor #fantasy #YA # saga

HAVENS - AFFINITIES Series BOOK 2

ONE

Alizand

Alizand prowled about his bed chamber.  He paused beside the window and pushed the heavy draperies aside.  Another day of confinement.  Since the day his step-brothers had invaded the suite, forcing Alizand to reveal his affinity for Fire, he’d been a prisoner. 

At least the guards at the door believed he couldn’t leave.  They didn’t know about the hidden sections and the secret rooms and passages to be found beyond the walls.  Though Alizand could slip away, he should wait until night lest his room be checked.  Dom Senet often made random visits during the day.  Only when Alizand’s personal guard appeared could he escape these chambers. The corridors and places he could go had to be kept secret. 

He was bored.  He even missed the tedious lessons he’d been given by the clan elders during the short time he’d been acknowledged as his father’s heir.  Having his affinity exposed had ended the dream of being deemed fit to become a prince.  No one who could use one or all of the elements could rule the princedom of Wesren.

He stared at the tray on the table.  A maidservant had delivered the food a short time before.  Though he had eaten nothing since yesterday’s midday meal, he had no desire to break his fast.

The back of Alizand’s neck prickled.  Trouble approached.  Which of the many enemies he’d collected in his fourteen years of life came to upset his day?

The door opened.  Before the guard could announce the visitor, a tall man entered.  His ash blond hair hung in a single braid.  Black leather riding clothes gleamed in the light from candles set in glass-shielded sconces on the wall.  His dark green eyes sought and held Alizand’s gaze.

A smile appeared on Dom Senet’s face.  Alizand felt like a tabby surrounded by a pack of ratis.  He forced himself to breathe.  How could one man raise such a high degree of terror?  Though Alizand’s legs felt unsteady, he forced himself to remain on his feet.

“Dom Senet.”  A sense of pride filled Alizand’s thoughts.  His voice hadn’t cracked or risen to a high pitch to reveal his inner quaking.

The dom stroked the multi-colored gem he wore about his neck.  The gold chain glinted.  “I have questions for you to answer.”

Questions, Alizand thought.  What kind of trick was this?  He couldn’t relax his barriers or forget his suspicions of the dom.  Was this a new way to fool him into becoming the dom’s puppet?  Alizand needed to respond.  To remain silent would expose his fear.  “What do you want to know?”

“About your kin, the children of your father’s step-brother.  I have a great need to find them.  Poor lost children who need a home and a guardian.”

Alizand’s hands clenched.  His friends had saved his life when he’d been injured in the aftermath of the destruction of the henge.  With them, he’d been Zand, a person and not a creature to be used.  “I don’t know where they are.  I told my father I didn’t and I say the same to you.”

“I think otherwise.”  The dom moved closer.

Alizand clung to his determination to resist.  He felt icy touches trying to push beneath his surface thoughts and invade his memories.  He pressed his hand against the gem beneath his tunic and strained to hold firm against Dom Senet’s invasion.  “How could I know where they’ve been or where they’re going?  I’ve been a prisoner here for weeks.”

Dom Senet ran a finger along Alizand’s cheek.  “And I imagine you have no idea how the child escaped the circle room.”

“What child?”  Though he had released Ky, he didn’t consider her a child.  The pressure in his head built until his vision and balance wavered.  “Is there a circular room in your suite?”  The pressure vanished so suddenly Alizand’s knees folded and he fell into the chair.

Dom Senet frowned.  “Perhaps someone else is to blame.”

Alizand looked up.  “Who?”

“Don’t worry.  I’ll learn.  As for you, your barriers are stronger than they were the last time we met.  I haven’t time to break then now, but be assured when I return, you will answer to me.”

“Even if I don’t know the answers you want?”  To Alizand’s surprise, though inside he battled hysteria, his voice remained calm.

“This much I can tell you.  Your friends have left the city and foolishly chose to challenge me.  They gave themselves away.  Though they’ve escaped, they have nowhere to go.  I’m leading a patrol of guards eager to receive the reward your father has offered for the return of his step-brother’s children.  We will bring them back.”

His laughter sent prickles along Alizand’s skin.  “Will you betray my father by taking charge of them?”

“Betray him?  How?  Your father is mine to move as I will.  Once he sees these children have affinities, he’ll gladly name me as their guardian.”  The dom leaned closer.  “When I return with them you will come to me.  Don’t think to flee.  Remember, I touched your gem.  No matter where you go, I can find you, unless you remove the crystal and suffer the seizures of destruction.”  He strode to the door.

The door snapped shut.  Alizand slid to the floor, grasped his knees and rocked.  Why hadn’t he been told to hide the gem he’d received on his fourteenth birthing day?  He’d worn the red gem proudly.  Dom Senet had touched the stone and had made some kind of connection to Alizand.

What could he do?  Where was Dragen?  He needed his kinsman and protector.  He had to let Dragen know about Dom Senet’s latest attempt.  Alizand swallowed.  He was more than frightened.  Terror swept through him, causing his body to shake like the leaves of a tree during a windstorm.

Once his weakness passed, Alizand rose.  He arranged pillows to look as though he hid beneath the covers and closed the curtains around the bed.  He stepped into the closet and opened the door into the hidden room.  There he took his sword from the sheath.  For a time he danced flames along the shining metal blade the way Ky had shown him.

Was she all right?  She had been his first friend and had trusted him before her siblings had.  Where had they gone?  How could he warn them about Dom Senet?  He stared into the flames and thought about his friends.  Bran and Jay had healed him after the rock had smashed him into unconsciousness.  Ky had helped, too.  He closed his eyes and recalled Ash.  She was the image of her mother, a woman he’d seen just once.

Dom Senet hunts you.  Over and over again he mouthed the words and prayed Ash would hear them on the winds.  The sword grew heavy.  He let the flames die and sheathed the blade.  With weary steps, he returned to his chamber.

At midday a maidservant brought his meal and took the untouched morning food away.  The door guard lingered.

“Kafene?”  Alizand pointed to the two cups on the tray.

“My thanks.”  The guard accepted the cup and closed the door.  “Lady Melena leaves the palace today.”

“In the middle of winter?”  Alizand asked.  Though he had no love for his step-mother, to be forced from Cedris during the winter season could be a death sentence.  There were few inns in the princedom to offer shelter if there was a storm.  “How will she travel?  Where will she go?”

The guard chuckled.  “She won’t go far.  Her maid obtained rooms at an inn near the southern gate.  Several guards have bought release and have taken service with her.  Once the midday meal in the great hall ends she will depart.”  He drained the cup.

“Will her sons go with her?”  Alizand prayed the bully boys would leave with their mother.  If they hadn’t invaded his chambers and attacked him, he wouldn’t have revealed his affinity.

“Those two?  Do you really think they’ll leave their comfort before they must?”  The guard opened the door.  “In the spring Prince Zedron will send Mandir and Lodar to their fathers.”

Alizand dismissed the guard.  His shoulders slumped.  Though two of his enemies would leave the palace today, his step-brothers would remain.  He ate some of the stew, and then devoured the nut rolls.  Had Melena left yet?  He wanted to watch.  He wiped his fingers and hurried to the secret room.

There he fastened the sheathed fire sword to his belt.  Though what he planned wasn’t without risk, he desired to see Melena disgraced.  He lit a candle and made his way along the narrow inner passages to the stairs leading to the hidden door into the courtyard.  Before opening the door, he stuck the candle in a sconce and pinched the flame.  After tapping the proper sequence on the tiles of the door, he stepped outside.

The air bore a damp chill.  Snow flurried around him.  With his back pressed against the stones of the wall, Alizand edged toward a place sheltered from the wind where he could observe the front entrance.  He halted in a shadowed alcove beneath an overhang and waited.  His gaze was focused on the heavy doors of the palace’s main section.

The double doors at the top of the steps opened.  Melena appeared on the landing.  Alizand’s father and step-brothers followed her from the palace.

“Be gone, Melena,” Prince Zedron shouted.  “You are no longer my spouse and are no longer welcome in this palace.  Stay at the inn, but as soon as the thaws begin, I order you to depart from Cedris and Wesren.  Should you remain within the borders of the princedom beyond Summer Day, you will be meat for any man’s blade.”

Melena walked down the steps.  Her back was stiff and her head erect.  When she reached the courtyard, she turned.  “Zedron, I curse you.  May you never sire another and thus you will have no one to follow you.”

Her words sent a chill through Alizand.  His father had two children, a daughter who could never rule the land and a son who was a halfling with an affinity.

He stared at his former step-mother.  Rings glittered on her fingers.  Bracelets flashed on her arms.  As she strode toward the gate a gust of wind parted her cloak.  Alizand stifled a laugh.  Necklaces and broaches covered her chest.  She was so laden with jewelry he wondered how she could walk.
She turned and held out her hands.  “Mandir, Lodar, attend your mother as dutiful sons must.”

Mandir turned his back to her.  Lodar laughed.  “Mother, don’t be foolish.  Why would we leave our comfortable place in the palace to live in a single room at an inn?  In the spring, Prince Zedron will send us to our fathers with all honor.”  He followed his brother into the palace.

“You’ll be sorry, all of you.”  Melena’s voice rose in pitch as piercing as the howl of the wind.  “A thousand curses on your heads.  A hundred plagues to ravage your lands.  I will not rest until I have revenge.”

A hand clamped on Alizand’s shoulder.  Waves of panic washed through him.  How could he run when his feet were leaden weights?  “Who?”  He forced the question out.

“Dragen, and you’d best be thankful.  Lad, what are you doing here?”

Alizand swallowed his fear.  He met the gaze of his kinsman.  Weathered lines across Dragen’s brow and at the corners of his eyes softened the anger in his voice.  White strands dotted his auburn hair.  “I had to see her gone.”

“And so she is.”

“Did you know Dom Senet is also leaving?”

The older man nodded.  “He’s gone.  Left before the midday meal.  Did the guards permit you to leave your chamber?”

“I used the inner ways.”

“Then let us return the way you came.  There is much I have to tell you and I have orders you must obey.”  Tension filled Dragen’s voice.  He held his cloak to shield Alizand.

When they reached the entrance to the hidden ways, before tapping the bricks, Alizand scanned the area.  As soon as the door opened he stepped inside.  Dragen was at his heels.  Alizand took the candle from the sconce and lit it.  “What’s going on?”

“Wait until we’re upstairs.”

Alizand hurried up the steps and along the narrow hall to the secret room.  Dragen pointed to a chair at the small table.  “Sit and listen carefully.”

“Am I in danger?”

Dragen sat across the table.  “Always, until you’re away from the palace and have mastered your affinity.  While Dom Senet is gone from Cedris, I’ll have a chance to leave and speak to someone about the best way to arrange your death.”

Alizand swallowed.  Every time Dragen mentioned death as a way to escape the palace and the dom, Alizand felt ill.  How could he die yet remain alive?  Did Dragen mean the affinity for Fire would be lost?  There wasn’t time for more than one question.  “Are you leaving Cedris?”

“For a short time.”

“Can’t you take me with you?”  Alizand thought of what had happened the other times Dragen had been absent from the palace.  Both times there had been trouble caused by his step-brothers.  The first time, Alizand had fled the palace, and the second his affinity had been revealed.

“Lad, you must stay here.  My destination has to remain a secret from Dom Senet.  You will need a refuge while learning to use your affinity.  Senet can find you through your gem.”

“I could leave it behind.”

“That might be the answer, but I don’t know what effect that will have on you.”  The older man shook his head.  “Might be the same as what happens to a dom or doma when their gem is destroyed.  They die in convulsions.  Another possibility is Senet finding the gem and using it against you.”

“We could hide it and I could sneak away.”

Dragen frowned.  “Doubtful.  The doms and domas who remain in his suite communicate with him.  You will be missed and a hunt for you would begin.  You must stay here.”

Alizand bit his lip.  He would be alone and unprotected again.  What if his step-brothers gained access to the chambers?  If they tried to hurt him, would the guards step in?  Even thinking about the possibility brought the urge to summon fire.  “Couldn’t this person come to Cedris?”

“She would endanger herself.  The doms and domas would recognize her.  Senet would enjoy having her in his power.  I’ll be away no more than two sevendays.  Promise you will remain confined to your quarters.”

Alizand stared at the table.  “What about Arrow?  He becomes restless if I stay away from the stables for too long.”

Dragen tapped his fingers against the surface of the wooden table.  “Night visits only.  Take care not to be seen.”

“I’ll wear a dark cloak and keep to the shadows.”

“Good enough.  Expect me back as I‘ve promised.”

“What if someone asks about you?”

“Tell any and all I’ve taken my war steed to the farm to give the stud service he owes the guard.”

Alizand rose and embraced Dragen.  For a moment he clung to the older man, then stepped back.  “Be safe.”  Alizand followed the older man through the secret ways and stood at the head of the stairs until Dragen merged with the shadows.  When Alizand heard the door close, he retraced his steps, unbelted the sword and returned to his chamber.  He took a book of adventure tales from the shelf.  Perhaps in a story he could forget how alone and frightened he was.




Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Wednesday's Writer's Tip - Writing ABC - Plot #MFRWauthor #plot

I have friends who say they can't plot or they have trouble with plot. Agreed that plot can be difficult sometimes but think of plot as a road trip.

What you need is a map with the starting place - or the opening of the story. Then you need to know the final destination. In between come the stops you make. In writing each of these places has a name and we'll look at each one as the Wednesdays continue.

Once somewhere and from someone I heard these words and I think of them often. "A plot is just a plan." And that's what happens. To the plan you need to add and consider the characters and the settings. You're tumbling them all together and trying to make the story make sense. As you work on your story remember the plan or draw a road map.

On the road map start with the Opening and End with The End. The parts in the middle or the stops along the way will be filled in as you go. This is where the complications occur, where the motivations of the various characters add to the problems or solve one of the problems along the hero or heroine's journey to reach the end. The middle consists of the goals and these will be the stops along the way.

So think of the road map for your story and plan each stop along the way and before you realize what's happened, you have a plot and a story.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Tuesday's Inspiration - Painting Pictures With Words #MFRWauthor #aminspired

John D. MacDonald made this statement in an essay. "The writer must provide the materials with which the reader will construct bright pictures in his head." When I wrote this several years ago, and re-reading this again, I realized how true the statement was.

When I thought about what this meant I realized those words meant the sights, sounds, taste, smell and touch of things. Describing those give the reader a way to associate with the story and build a picture of what the world you've created is all about. Think of writing about a house. Sure you can describe it as a rectangular box but then add the little details and you can make the house any house you wish. Let's give it a try.

The house next door is a Victorian. This does bring a hazy picture to the reader. But add something like this. The "Painted Lady" next door wore her coat of pale lavender with purple touches. Brings the house in clearer. Perhaps this house is different. The purple shutters on the Victorian house next door hung like limp fingers. Gives a different picture.

In other inspirations we'll look at the other senses. Sight is one used often by writers but the use is more like "She saw a tall man. Or she saw three children. Or he saw a car." I could go on forever but you get the picture. Without the little picture the reader will glaze over what the characters see and forget. He saw a sleek red convertible and envy filled his heart. She saw broad shoulders and wondered how his shirt remained intact. Of the three children, one caught her eye. The little girl's yellow curls resembled a dandelion making her wish to run her hand across the child's head.

Hopefully you get the picture. But using sight beyond the mundane helps the reader form a bright picture in his head.

So with luck as you write, you will add those touches of paint to your prose and the reader will suddenly be in the world you have created.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #Poetry #amwriting


Meander 1 _Poem - The Fun House

She wanders through the house of thrills.
Eerie noises, screams and shrieks
Tapping on her spine.
Fun house
But is she sure?
As nightmares come to haint her steps
Gooseflesh covers her skin
And sends her voice into ultrasonic notes.
Spiders dangle web her arms
And back she jumps to get away.
Mirrors show - distort her soul.
Do they see what others see?
A gust of wind lifts her skirt.
She giggles, looks around and hopes.
A maze of horror - Demon laughter
And she is lost inside.

Meander 2 Thinking about crossword puzzles. While eating my lunch I have a fork in one hand and a pencil in the other. While chewing the salad greens, I find the clues and fill in the spaces. I'm amazed sometimes as to how easily I solve one puzzle and how the next one seems hard. Just one wrong letter and one can't figure the word. Then in a flash - that a should be an e or some other vowel. I find crossword puzzles give my mind a rest and sometimes are a goad to what I'm writing.

Meander 3 _ Writing. The past week had me jumping here and there and finding little time to keep pushing at the writing. I'm pretty much at the same stage as I was last week. This week I vow to do better. To finish the draft of the story I'm working on and to type a lot to make the next draft possible since that will finish the story. Then it's on to a new one and I have some ideas on that one.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Sunday's Books - Havens (Affinities Book 2) #MFRWauthor #fantasy #YA # action #magic

The four teens, led by the mysterious birds they believe are their parents seek a place of safety where they can learn to control their affinities. They find a place of refuge with Doma Jandia, grandmother of their friend Zand. The doma plans to take them to the highlands but news of the capture of two of their friends by Dom Senet, sends them on a rescue mission. Their powers are not strong enough to defeat the evil dom. They must find a way to succeed or their friends will be corrupted forever.

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Do not miss this exciting and dynamic series. An escape for young adults as well as adults with a passion for fantasy. Janet Lane Walters creates world like no other writer I know.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Saturday's Blurbs features Books by Rosemary Morris #Regency #MFRWauthor #romance #historical

The Captain and The Countess
By Rosemary Morris
London. 1706
Why does heart-rending pain lurk in the back of the wealthy Countess of Sinclair’s eyes? 
Captain Howard’s life changes forever from the moment he meets Kate, the intriguing Countess and resolves to banish her pain.
Although the air sizzles when widowed Kate, victim of an abusive marriage meets Edward Howard, a captain in Queen Anne’s navy, she has no intention of ever marrying again.
However, when Kate becomes better acquainted with the Captain she realises he is the only man who understands her grief and can help her to untangle her past.

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False Pretences
By
Rosemary Morris
“In 1815, five-year-old Annabelle, who does not know who her parents are, arrives at boarding school fluent in French and English. Separated from her nurse, with few memories of her past, a shadow blights Annabelle’s life.
When high-spirited, eighteen-year old Annabelle, who is financially dependent on her unknown guardian, receives an order to marry a French baron more than twice her age, she refuses. 
Her life in danger, Annabelle is saved by a heroic gentleman, who promises to help her discover her identity. Yet, from then on, nothing is as it seems. To protect her captivating champion, broken-hearted, she is forced to run away for the second time.
In spite of many false pretences, even more determined to discover her parents’ identity, Annabelle must find out who to trust. Her attempts to unravel the mystery of her birth, lead to further danger, despair, unbearable anguish and even more false pretences, until the only person, who has ever wanted to cherish her, reveals the startling truth, and all’s well that ends well.”

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Sunday’s Child
By
Rosemary Morris
Georgianne Whitley’s beloved father and brothers died in the war against Napoleon Bonaparte. While she is grieving for them, she must deal with her unpredictable mother’s sorrow, and her younger sisters’ situation caused by it.
Georgianne’s problems increase when the arrogant, wealthy but elderly Earl of Pennington, proposes marriage to her for the sole purpose of being provided with an heir. At first she is tempted by his proposal, but something is not quite right about him. She rejects him not suspecting it will lead to unwelcome repercussions.
Once, Georgianne had wanted to marry an army officer. Now, she decides never to marry ‘a military man’ for fear he will be killed on the battlefield. However, Georgianne still dreams of a happy marriage before unexpected violence forces her to relinquish the chance to participate in a London Season sponsored by her aunt.
Shocked and in pain, Georgianne goes to the inn where her cousin Sarah’s step-brother, Major Tarrant, is staying, while waiting for the blacksmith to return to the village and shoe his horse. Recently, she has been reacquainted with Tarrant—whom she knew when in the nursery—at the vicarage where Sarah lives with her husband Reverend Stanton.
The war in the Iberian Peninsula is nearly at an end so, after his older brother’s death, Tarrant, who was wounded, returns to England where his father asks him to marry and produce an heir.
To please his father, Tarrant agrees to marry, but due to a personal tragedy he has decided never to father a child.
When Georgianne, arrives at the inn, quixotic Tarrant sympathises with her unhappy situation. Moreover, he is shocked by the unforgivably brutal treatment she has suffered.
Full of admiration for her beauty and courage Tarrant decides to help Georgianne.

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Friday, August 5, 2016

Friday - Who She Was Before featuring Rosemary Morris #MFRWauthor

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

At the age of nineteen, I married and my eldest son was born when I was twenty years-old. However, I always had a deep interest in history, which influenced my writing.

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 write romantic romance, mystery and suspense historical fiction.


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

Definitely, as a child I read Louisa May Alcott, Elizabeth Goudg, Jeffrey Farnel and Geoffrey Trease.In my teens I read Thomas Hardy, Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, Margaret Mitchell’s Gone With the Wind,. The Angelique series by Sergeanne Golon and the works of Georgette Heyer. From then on I read, and still read, historical fiction as well as non-fiction.


4. What's your latest release?

Sunday’s Child set in the ever-popular Regency era. “Despite loss and past love, self-sacrifice, brutality and honour, will it be possible for Tarrant and Georgianne to find happiness?”

5. What are you working on now?

Tuesday’s Child, which is the third stand alone novel, linked by a single character, in my novels with a title for each day of the week.


6. Where can we find you?

http://bookswelove.net/authors/morris-rosemary/


Thursday, August 4, 2016

Thursday's Opening scene - Escape (Affinities Book 1) #MFRWauthor #YA #fantasy #adventure

ONE
Ashlea
A flash of lightning brightened the sleeping chamber. Ash woke with a start and burrowed into the pillows. The scent of trouble rode the air currents that threaded through the open window slats. Her heart thudded in her chest. Like the beating of a giant’s club against a massive drum, thunder sounded. Again, lightning flashed and cast green, red, white and blue slashes across the sky.

The air held no threat of rain. ‘Twas like the heat storms of summer, unnatural at this time of year, for the waning days of autumn marked the season.

Ash calmed her racing thoughts and tasted the air, for that was her element. A frown formed within and without. From the land beyond the four walls of the henge, she caught the odors of fires, animals and men. From inside the keep, there was little except the aromas of her parents and siblings.

Something was wrong. Where were those who served the Dom and Doma of Wesren? Ash propped herself against the pillows. If she had her younger brother’s affinity for things of earth, she could read the stones of the ancient tower and know what had passed while she slept. Where were the men servants and maids? ‘Twas as though the henge had been abandoned by those who lived within the four walls.

The chamber door creaked. Ash froze until a familiar scent reached her. “Mama, what’s wrong?”

The Doma Calanda slipped across the room and sat on the bed. “Ashlea, still your thoughts.”

Ash struggled to obey the sharp command. Her mother seldom spoke this way. “Why?”

“Thoughts travel on the wind and may be read by those who wish us ill.” She grasped Ash’s hand.
“Dress in your warmest clothes. As soon as you’ve finished, go to the inner room

”The urgency in her mother’s voice raised fear. “What’s happening?”

“We’ve been betrayed. An army surrounds the henge. Your father and I believe the secret of the openings in the walls is known by those who seek to force us to use our powers for their ends.”
“Who has done this? Do I know the enemy’s smell? Have I seen his face?”
“Several years ago, your father’s step-brother came to the henge. He’s one of those who stand against us.”
Ash thought about her step-uncle. His face slipped into her thoughts. Prince Zedron had brought gifts for her and her siblings. He’d seemed nice, but she had a vague memory of hearing voices—his and her parents’—raised in argument.
Why would he want to destroy the henge? When Papa had shown affinities for the elements, he’d given up his claim to Wesren. Zedron of the House Wesren had been named prince. As well as being papa’s step-brother, they were distant cousins.
Ash grasped her mother’s hand. “Why did he send the army here? Doesn’t he know what you and Papa do?”
“He doesn’t believe or care. Greed, envy and a lust to rule where once four henges held the land in balance drive him. He doesn’t act alone. Your father and I fear he’s aided by one of the Doms.”
“Kin?”
“The one I suspect has no ties of kinship to us.”
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“Why not someone from the low lands?”
Her mother sighed. “Though at times, those with affinities like your father are born in the low lands, I believe someone from the high lands has allied with darkness.”
Ash swallowed. “Why would anyone who could do good want to do evil? Where are the people of the henge? Their scents are gone.”
“Away to safety.”
“Mama, what will we do?” Ash caught the edge of a thought and feared the Doma’s answer. She held back tears and hoped she’d misheard. After all, her talents was just emerging, as were those of her siblings.
Ash and her twin would celebrate their fourteenth name day on Winter Day. Her younger siblings had seen their twelfth on Summer Day. How could they stand against one whose talents were fully developed?
“You and your siblings will leave the henge.”
This time, the thought behind the words was clear. “Alone?”
“You must. Your father and I will remain lest the destruction of the henge brings complete disaster.”
Ash caught the picture of a place of sand and stone where not even a stunted plant grew. “Where?”
Affinities Book 1
Escape - Page 8
“Soutren where the henge stood. That will not come to pass here.”
“If there’s an army and they know the secret of the walls, how will we leave without being caught? We can’t change into birds, fish or beasts the way the Doms and Domas in the old tales did.”
“That way isn’t for you. Remember the path beneath the mesa where you and I walked this spring? Remember the way and the refuges of the forest on the road to Cedris?”
Ash shivered. They’d been a day, a night and most of another day in the subterranean passage. “Must we take that road?”
“’Tis the only outlet yet unblocked. Enter Cedris through the gate I showed you and seek shelter in the hidden garden. Come, dress. I must wake Kylandra. You know how she hates being roused from sleep.”
Ash rubbed her hand and recalled the morning she’d been sent to wake her sister. The scar on her palm showed proof of Ky’s first calling of fire.
When the door closed behind her mother, Ash slipped from the bed and hurried to her wardrobe. By touch, she found a woolen riding skirt, a silk undertunic and an overtunic of mamar wool. She pulled on heavy stockings and picked up fur-lined boots and her cloak.
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At the door, she paused, then ran back to her chest for the sack of coins her father had given her on each of her name days. Since the garden her mother had shown her was nearing the dormant season, coins might be needed in the city.
She stepped into the hall and tasted the air to be sure all was safe. Tonight, no torches burned. Deep shadows filled the space. She caught her twin’s scent and waited for him at the top of the spiral staircase that led to the keep’s lowest level.
“Ash,” Bran whispered.
“Here.” She gulped a breath. A tickling stirred in her head. She grasped his hand and pressed against the wall. “Shield your thoughts. Someone spies.”
Warmth rose from the massive stones at her back. Even in the deepest cold of winter, no fires were needed to provide heat. Only in the kitchen were there fireplaces. The accomplishments of the ancient builders awed her.
The spying sensation vanished. Ash tugged on Bran’s hand. “Let’s go.”
He put one hand on her shoulder and the twin bond clicked into place. Ash grasped the raining to use as a guide. When she paused on the third landing, a glimmer of light beckoned like a friend. She used the connection to her
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twin instead of speaking aloud. What did you sense outside?
No one is in the henge. Beyond the walls, men full of anger and greed are camped. The vapor in the air holds the bitterness of their sweat.
How many?
More than I had time to count.
Ash reached for the railing and started down the last flight of stairs. At the bottom, she halted so abruptly Bran nearly knocked her down. The usually open entrance to the inner chamber had vanished.
Before long, Doma Calanda and Ky arrived. The Doma’s fair hair hung to her waist. Each of the multitude of braids was tipped with a colored bead.
Ky rubbed her eyes. “Mama, I’m so tired.”
Ash turned and watched her father and Jay descend the last few steps. Her father’s bronze skin was the color of hers, but she had her mother’s near-white hair. So did her siblings. Ash and Jay had their mother’s facial features, while Ky and Bran favored their father.
Doma Calanda sang a series of notes. The edges of the wall parted to allow access to the inner room. A table in the chamber’s center was a slab of polished red stone. The walls were paneled with sheets of alabaster. Green marble
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shelves held talismans and other items used by the Doma and Dom to balance the elements of the Wesren quadrant. Beneath Ash’s feet, the blue stone floor felt cold. She sat on one of the chairs to pull on her boots.
Dom Jonden called fire to light the wax tapers set in sconces along the walls. He set the braziers burning. The aromas of herbs and spices filled the air. As though this were a lesson, Ash tried to isolate each scent to learn the blend and the purpose. Once the six had gathered around the table, the wall re-sealed. No thought or spoken word would be heard outside the room.
Ash sat beside her twin. Ky and Jay were on the other side. Before her parents took their seats, they carried talismans from the shelves and placed two before each child.
Ash saw a silver flute, not the wooden one she used in practice, but one whose notes would stir the air. Were the ones before her siblings gifts to activate their powers?
The Dom and Doma sat at either end of the oval table. Doma Calanda took Ash’s and Ky’s hands. Dom Jonden held Bran’s and Jay’s hands. Ash felt the energy pulse between them.
“We have been betrayed and you, the hope of the future, must leave the henge,” the Doma said. “Remember the things we have taught you. Ashlea will lead you on a road she
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has traveled before. In Cedris, you will find a place of safety. There, you will wait until a person comes for each of you and takes you to where you can learn and master your elements.”
Ash swallowed against the lump in her throat. The idea of being separated from her siblings brought tears to her eyes. There’d been no other children in the henge. The four had become more than siblings. They were friends. She saw the tear-glistened eyes of the two across the table. Bran’s hold on her hand tightened.
“The separation will not be for all time,” Dom Jonden said. “You will find each other and others of your kind. For in you and the ones you discover is a uniting of high and low lands.”
“Once there was one land with high and low united,” Doma Calanda began. “Came those who now dwell in the low lands. Came they seeking refuge from disaster. Those who now dwell in the high lands were rovers and most called no place home. Gladly they ceded the plains to the newcomers. They built four henges, each a home for a Dom and Doma.”
Dom Jonden took up the tale. “Some of my people were discontented with a simple life. They formed Houses and battled for the land. The four Great Houses could not defeat each other, so Wesren, Soutren, Nortren and Easren divided the land into four quadrants and each
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named one of their own as prince. Years later, three of the houses sought to seize the henges within their borders. Those henges fell and there was disaster in those quadrants. Only House Wesren refused to take arms against their henge. Where the other quadrants suffered, Wesren prospered. Alas, they now seek to destroy. Thus you children must leave.”
Questions without number bombarded Ash’s thoughts. Bran’s thoughts echoed hers. She saw the same puzzlement on Ky’s and Jay’s faces.
“In a secluded canyon at the foot of the mesa, there are ponies and supplies enough to last several weeks,” Dom Jonden said. “When you reach Cedris, free the ponies. You will have no need of them in the city.”
Doma Calanda rose. “Ashlea, to you is the mastery of Air. The flute and this stone are yours.” Over Ash’s head, the Doma slipped a silver chain with a crystal so clear it seemed nearly invisible. “To you the things of the mind, the reading of thoughts carried in the air, the knowing of aromas, the calling of the wind, music to stir the air into patterns to influence others and to open hidden doors.”
Dom Jonden stood behind Bran. “Brandien, to you is the mastery of Water. The scrying cup and this crystal are yours.” He fastened a blue-white chain holding a clear blue
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stone around Bran’s neck. “To you are matters of the heart, the reading of emotions and the balancing of fluids within and without. In the scrying cup, you will see images of what occurs in the land. Potions brewed in the cup will gain strength. To you, the ability to balance unstable minds and bodies, to take and feel the emotions of others. You will be able to find sweet water, no matter how deep.”
The Doma moved to Jay. “Jaydren, to you is the mastery of Earth. The staff of living wood and this crystal are yours.” A green stone dangled on a gold chain. “From beneath the earth and above, you will know when things are right. To you, the feeding of men’s bodies. With the staff, you can enhance the growth of all plants. You can unearth the riches of the earth. Stone, metal, crystals are yours to use for the wellbeing of others.”
The Dom placed a crystal on a red-gold chain around Ky’s neck. “Kylandra, to you is the mastery of fire. The flame sword is yours to bear. Fire is light and light brings courage. You are action and will know how to fire the spirits of others. You will mesh with all manner of beasts. Fire brings both life and death. This sword can be used for war or for peace. To have one, you must face the other.”
“Now, children, the time grows short,” Doma Calanda said.
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Ash watched her parents’ faces change from Dom and Doma to the visages of the ones who had loved and raised her and her siblings. Grief showed in their eyes and subtly altered their scents.
A cup appeared in her mother’s hands. “Come, share this cup. Then you must go.”
“Mama, Papa, come with us,” Ky cried.
Dom Jonden held Ky in his arms. “The henge will fall. Your mother and I must remain to see the ending causes as little harm as possible to the land and the people.”
Ash drank from the cup. Warmth infused her. She kissed her mother’s cheek and was enfolded for a moment.
“Be brave. Be wary. Trust not the ones whose thoughts are completely shielded. Trust the crystals for should you meet those who mean you harm, the stones will grow warm against your skin.”
She left her mother and went to her father. He kissed her forehead. “Go. Know you are loved now and forever. Make haste on your journey through the passage for we don’t know how long we can hold.”
Ash donned her cloak, took a bundle of torches, a packet of journey food and a flask of water from one of the shelves. She lifted her flute and played the notes her mother had taught her. The wall of stone at the rear of the chamber
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parted. The torch she’d freed from the bundle flared. Though she wanted to remain, at the head of her siblings, Ash stepped into the darkness.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Wedensday's Writer's Tip - Writing ABC - Uses of setting #MFRWauthor #amwriting

Having looked at all the aspects of setting from the general to the specific, how does one go about using setting in their story?

One way is to create an atmosphere. We've all read stories where there is a house described that embodies spooky feelings. That is one way but setting can also be used to contradict the emotional content of the story. Setting can show the reader in a foretelling way when something good or bad is about to happen.

Setting also can be used to establish a character. How he or she feels about a setting can create a mood. Does the place bring back memories of happier or less happy times. This is quite possible.

Atmosphere and mood are two ways to use setting. At times the setting can become almost another character in the story raising emotions in the reader. Memories of the reader that they can carry into the story. A hospital might bring certain feelings in the reader, perhaps of sadness or happiness.

So choose your settings with care and milk them for everything you can draw from the location. But also remember finding the perfect words to bring the setting to life is important. Don't bog your reader down with pages and pages of describing the setting. Find those words and objects that are telling and convey what you mean to say.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Tuesday's Inspiration - What Keeps You Writing? #MFRWauthor

This was among the first posts when I began the blog in 2008 and still applies. I have added a few years to my life since the day I discovered blogging. But my reasons for continuing to write remains the same. Writing makes me happy. Not only the writing but over the years I've discovered having people learn from my stories or just getting them is nice. I also look at the reasons people don't get my stories and hopefully learn from them.

What keeps you writing?

Celebrated my 72nd birthday the other day and realized 40 years had passed since I published my first short story. There were a number of years when I didn't write because I went back to work as a nurse to put children through college. Nursing is exhausting work. Once I retired, long before I was 65. I began writing again. One of the reasons I keep writing is because putting words on paper and watching characters change and grow better or worse makes me happy. I have had a number of friends who began writing. Some of them were much better than I am, but for some reason, there was nothing to keep them going. I'm throwing this out to my friends. What keeps you writing. Janet