Life at the moment

The most difficult part about being a widow who is dating someone new, is that all the experiences I have with my new man seems to be something I did with Jason, something Jason and I would not have done, or something I learned because of Jason. And no, I don’t mean the dirty fun stuff, just everyday life things.

It messes with my head. And my heart, too.

The new man in my life is patient and understanding. He is willing to help me through whatever I’m feeling and is wonderful enough not to be bothered when I mention Jason’s name or tell him about the memories I have. They knew each other; I think that helps a lot.

I have a hard time understanding why I’ve been lucky enough to find not one good man, but two good men, who are willing to help me along my path in life.

It’s not easy being a widow – heck, it’s not easy being alive – but with the right people around me, I feel like anything is possible.

 

Addendum 11/3/2014

You live with someone long enough, and you become used to their face. That’s probably obvious. What might not be obvious is that when I started dating my new guy, I sometimes felt like I was looking at the wrong face…

I thought I would have to let Jason go in order to feel right with my new guy. Last night, I realized that it’s not about letting Jason go, it’s about letting my heart grow. Which I prefer.

Update on life

Hello! I feel like I’ve been ignoring this page. It hasn’t been intentional, I’ve just been very busy. After my very successful book signing (thanks to all who came out!), I’ve also been looking for a new place to live (found one!) and had a very exciting and very good change to my life.

And I think my muse is on vacation… Seriously, she does this every year.

Hang in there, I will return with more things for you to read. Just bare with me. I need time to move and time to enjoy the new man in my life. I will start posting again, hopefully in October, after I’m moved into my new place.

Hopefully my muse agrees.

Until then, don’t forget to be creative! Thank you for your patience.

Something for fun

Always thinking forward…

So I’ve published my first book, The Elven Prince, and it’s available on Amazon. I’m already wondering what to work on next. I’m writing another book already, but still have 18 other ones finished and waiting to meet you.

Below is the very first page of Starry Night, which I’m considering for publication next year.

Yes, it’s going to take a year for me to decide if this is the book I want to publish and to get it edited and to get someone to do the cover.

I haven’t 100% decided if this is the one I’m doing, and won’t make that final decision until a few months form now. Mostly want to concentrate on the release and marketing of The Elven Prince.

But, as I didn’t want to leave this alone, I am giving you a taste. Let me know what you think.

 

Starry Night

Chapter One, page one (and that’s all you’re getting for now)

 

“This line is so long! Let’s go across the street. We’ll be in the club in seconds!” Emma’s whiney, high-pitched voice grated on Caroline’s nerves, but she didn’t say anything. She was along for the ride. Gladys did speak up though, as Caroline knew she would.

“We’re going here. This is the most talked about dance club and Caroline can still come in because it’s 18 and up. And beside, we’re almost to the front. Give it a couple more minutes.”

Emma made an annoyed sound, crossed her arms and didn’t say anything more. She always listened to Gladys, because she was the oldest. Caroline didn’t really like either of her sisters’ attitudes, but didn’t say anything when she happened to agree with her oldest sister.

It was Friday night, the last night in May. Caroline had a summer job and usually worked on Friday nights, but not tonight. Gladys and Emma convinced her to come out to Starry Night, a well-established over 18 dance club in the city. It was well liked, which meant a long line. Also, all potential patrons were searched, to make sure no one brought in any drugs, alcohol or weapons.

The three sisters had been standing in line for well over an hour. The club across the street, The Last Dance, also an 18 and older club, did not have a line. Anyone who wanted to enter was allowed inside and no one was searched. There were more problems there then at Starry Night.

Update July 13, 2014

My book signing party is coming up! Rockford Il, Wired Cafe August 2, 2014.

I will have two surprises for the first 20 people that show up and either buy a book, or have already purchased a book. I will also sign your book if you’ve purchased it already and bring it along.

This weekend, I finalized the first surprise. I love chocolate. For those who don’t live in this area, there’s a chocolate shop that I frequent A LOT. I have ordered 20 lavender infused chocolates from Chocolat by Daniel. First 20 people will have one each.

You’re welcome.

When I have the second surprise purchased, I’ll let you know!

Update on books and things

I thought I was going to do a Kickstarter project to gain some funds to get my book printed. Turns out, the cost of shipping, and extras is way more expensive than just getting the books printed. Therefore, there will be no Kickstarter. There will however, be a book release/signing party at Wired Cafe’ on August 2nd. Event page to come. I will have books there, but if you prefer, you can get a book now, either paper or electronic. Here are the links:

Paper book (that can be signed if you live near me or feel like sending me your copy):

Electronic copy if you like that better:

 

Have fun reading and thanks for your support!

Chapter Eight: part two

Eloran smiled as he walked through the gardens. His last visit to Anan was three days ago. It went better than the previous time, when Xyta placed a hex on him. He and Anan were undisturbed for two days. It was bliss.

Camilla was not out in the gardens today, but he wasn’t here to see her. Klaes asked to see him privately in the gardens. The elven advisor preferred the gardens to the castle. Eloran found the King’s advisor near the violets. The Prince smiled as he approached Klaes.

“This is my mother’s favorite spot.”

Klaes smiled. “It is mine as well, but for different reasons, I would think. The violet is one of the few flowers that grows both here and in Finara. It reminds me of home.” He looked to the Prince and ignored the bit of blue he could see glowing near the Prince’s heart. “Why is it your mother’s favorite?”

“Purple is her favorite color. She says the violets are the perfect shade.”

Klaes smiled and nodded. “Anan is quite fond of you.”

A warm smile slowly came to the Prince’s lips. He looked at the flowers, but saw Anan. “I am quite fond of her.”

“Prince Eloran, do you understand what it means for an elf to marry a human?”

The Prince turned sharply to Klaes. “We have not talked of marriage.”

“But you have both thought it, yes?”

He thought of his declaration to Anan the first time they slept together. He wanted to be her last lover. He had said it without thinking of the full meaning. Did he want to marry her? He closed his eyes as he answered his and Klaes’ question. “Yes.”

“Elves are long lived, Prince. Do you understand what that means?”

“She’ll outlive me.”

“And if you have children with her, she will most likely outlive them as well. It is a hard decision for elves to marry a human.”

“But I wouldn’t be her only love, would I? How old is she Klaes?”

“She has lived almost two centuries.”

The Prince thought about this for few moments then nodded. “Why has she not married yet?”

“You would have to ask her that.”

Eloran nodded.

“Prince, there is more to it than just an elf choosing a human.”

The Prince was silent for a moment then sighed as he placed his hand over his heart. “Her position as Guardian of the Gate. She can’t keep it, can she?”

“And not only because she is your protector.”

He blushed as he lowered his hand. “She said other Finarans might be able to see it.”

“Only those with strong magic will be able to see it through your clothing, young Prince.”

He nodded as Klaes continued.

“Anan’s sister, Isra, presented her with potential replacements for the Guardian position after you left. She is training them now, finding out who is worthy.”

“She’s training them at her home.”

“Yes.”

“I won’t be able to see her until the ball.”

“Correct.”

Prince Eloran sighed. The ball was still three weeks away. “She cannot come see me?”

“She has to train the replacement. Her sister will take over when Anan comes for your brother’s birthday, but until then, you will not be able to see each other.” Klaes took a good look at the Prince. “How much of a problem is that, Prince?”

“I will miss her.”

“The time will pass quickly.”

The Prince made a non-committal noise in the back of this throat.

“I hear Randolph will be here tomorrow to speak with your father on the troubles in Taren. Perhaps you can join them and help them.”

“I still don’t understand why the bandits haven’t been stopped. King Nassir’s guards caught Xyta.”

“She empowered another and no one knows who.”

He frowned slightly. “What does that mean? Pixies have magic. Does that mean she gave her magic to another?”

Klaes tried to hide his surprise. The Prince was far more intuitive than most humans. Upon hearing what Xyta did, most other humans asked for an explanation. Though the Prince was asking about it, he was asking if he were right, not what it meant.

“That is exactly what that means.”

The Prince inhaled sharply in surprise. “That sounds terrible.”

“It is. If the person she empowered decides it, they can keep her magic and Xyta will be without it forever, unable to release or recall any magic she has used or handed out. The person holding it would be twice as powerful as before. If we do not find out who the person is, then the bandits can keep their stolen magic. Only Xyta can remove the spells she gave them, and only if she has the magic to do it.”

“Why would she do that? Why would she empower another with her magic?”

“She either trusts the other person completely or had no choice.”

“I didn’t meet her for very long, but she didn’t strike me as the trusting type.”

“She isn’t.”

They both stood silently for some moments, letting the breeze ruffle their hair.

“I will join them. When are they meeting?”

“Tomorrow at lunch, in the war room.”

“I’ll be there. Thank you, Klaes. For everything.”

“You are welcome, young Prince.” Klaes bowed and left the prince to his own thoughts.

*****

Halfway through lunch meeting the next day, Eloran wondered why he agreed to be here. He was having a hard time concentrating. Randolph and five others were talking strategy, which Eloran never saw as one of his strong suits. He sighed and tried to keep it quiet. He picked at his leftover food and let his mind wander to Anan. He missed her already, but then, he missed her as soon as her house faded from view as he rode away from it.

He sighed again but no one seemed to notice. Randolph’s overpowering voice was handy for something. Eloran smiled at the thought. He had never been fond of his brother’s loud voice, but now, he was grateful for it.

Eloran glanced out the window, which was just beyond his brother’s chair. Eloran leaned back in his chair and let his eyes stray to the land beyond the castle. Gateway and Anan were in the direction it faced. His mind easily strayed to her. Propping his elbow on the armrest, he hid his mouth with his hand, thus hiding his smile. Deep in thought of being in Anan’s bed, he nevertheless heard his brother’s voice as Randolph said something interesting.

“The four girls were easy to locate, we just cannot stop the magic they have unleashed.”

Eloran perked up. “Four? But there were five pixies. Xyta and four others.”

Klaes, who had remained silent during most of the luncheon, seemed to come to attention. “At the beginning there were five, but Yxal went home when she was able. She is the one that told us of Xyta.”

Eloran nodded as he remembered. “Right. The guards took her home. I forgot.” He frowned lightly. He vaguely remembered two of the pixies looking alike. “Are the two related? Xyta and Yxal?”

“Sisters. Xyta is the eldest.”

The young prince looked to Klaes. There were many words brewing in the man’s mind, but he tried to keep them at bay. He had to think this through carefully. “And you said that Xyta empowered another? Gave her magic to someone else?”

Klaes nodded. “We do not suspect that she gave it to Yxal. She was the one who came home to tell us of Xyta’s plans.”

Eloran stared at Randolph. “When I was younger, and I wanted to play instead of studying and father confronted me, I would always speak in half truths. ‘Yes, father, I’m done with my tutors for the day’, was one I used most often. It meant that the tutors were done, but that my studies were not.

“As I grew older and he and mother taught me not to do that, father let me know that he used to do the same when he was younger. He said you were the only other of his children to do the same.”

A large grin came to Randolph’s face. “I remember that! I could see a smile in his eyes when I did that, but did not understand why it was there.” Realization dawned on his face. “You think Yxal told us part of the truth to hide the full truth.”

“I think she did.”

The brothers stared at each other for a moment then looked to Klaes. The advisor nodded slowly.

“You may be right. I will send word to King Nassir. He will be able to look into this.” He looked directly at Prince Eloran. “Thank you, Prince Eloran. I knew you would be an asset.”

The young Prince sat up a little taller. The talk continued for a while and this time, Prince Eloran became a participant rather than a bored observer.

Chapter Eight: part one

“You gave him your mark.”

“I did.”

“Your protection whenever he needs it.”

“Yes.”

King Nassir turned from the window and looked to Anan. Though they were in a safe place, Anan wore her armor. The full metal plate armor covered her from neck to toe. There was a helmet as well. That sat on a side table. She only wore the armor when fighting, or attending to official Finaran business where her fighting skills might be needed. It was a sign that she knew what she was doing.

The armor shown brightly, even in the room’s low light. They were in the king’s sitting room. It was a lovely day in Finara, not a cloud in the sky. There was a warm breeze blowing off the ocean, stirring the leaves in the trees.

“You only just met him, daughter. This is not a thing done lightly.”

“I started to dream about him before I began my training with Klaes. It is the oldest vision of the future I’ve had. It is the only constant one as well.” A small frown creased her brow. “Before I started training to be a warrior, there was about a year or two when I didn’t remember dreaming of him, but it wasn’t long, and I know I dreamt of him, as I still woke with a smile on my face, his voice in my ear.”

A surprised look came on his face. “That is a long time.”

Elves lived a long time. They were not the only long lived Finarans, but they lived longer than most. Trolls lived the longest. Anan had been appointed as Guardian a century ago.

“When I first dreamt of him, I thought I would meet him quickly. After a few years of dreaming the same thing every night, I stopped believing I would ever meet him. Then I saw him on the road. After more than a century of believing him only a dream, do you really think I would place a simple protection spell on him? I want him well protected.”

“You’ll need to train your replacement, Anan. You cannot be Guardian of the Gate if you protect a human.”

She shook her head. “Protecting him will not remove me from my position. Marrying him will.”

The King raised an eyebrow. “You know what it means for an elf to marry a human, Anan. Do not take this lightly.”

“Father, I have had more than enough time to think about this. I understand the implications.”

He nodded slowly. “All right. Your sister will contact you when she has a few names.”

Anan smiled and bowed.

“You will be staying a few days, yes?”

“Yes. It has been a while since I saw mother and my sisters.”

King Nassir went to his daughter and held her close for a moment. He kissed the top of her head and let her go. “Be happy, my daughter.”

“I am, father. Thank you.”

“Come, let us join the others for lunch.”

Anan smiled and followed her father out of the room.