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"She was going to die" #MFRWhooks

7/31/2019

 

Daughter of the Deepwood 
Book 2 in the Twin Moons Saga

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Lifetime imprisonment for an immortal doesn’t bear consideration. As cold iron burns his skin and dampens his magic, fae captain Falco wrenches power and freedom from the broken body of another prisoner—a witchbreed female—tossed into his cell to make room for a new harvest of criminals. Honor and obligation mandate that he not abandon her.

Unable to heal her extensive injuries, he takes the dying witchbreed to the heart of the Great Forest where the most ancient magic lives. His plea granted, the woman is remade of a blend of his blood, her flesh, and deep magic. Bound by his debt, Falco takes Calista as his mate when he returns home to Froúrio Daimónafae, a sentient fortress-city carved from a mountain. Although he regrets his intended fae mate’s anger, his increasing affection and desire for his witchbreed mate surprise him.

Lost in a foreign culture, spurned by the fae, her body unfamiliar to her, and unable to believe in Falco’s professed affections, Calista makes her own destiny and realizes the fate of an unfriendly nation rests upon her shoulders.

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Cold, fresh air blasted inward and swept its salty dampness through the cell. The dragon carefully balanced itself on its haunches and grasped Calista in its front claws as gently as it could. With a roar, the dragon launched itself out of the gaping hole. Its wings snapped open to catch the air as it plunged  toward jagged rocks and crashing waves. Cold, salty spray soaked the wretched bundle in his front claws before his wings could generate the loft necessary to carry them high above the water.

The other three dragons roared and descended upon the prison, unleashing fiery fury that left a steaming, smoking slag heap in its wake. Ignoring the shouts and screams from the doomed denizens of the prison, Falco did not stay to watch the destruction. Instead, he flew to a remote hilltop where he landed and quickly scrounged enough wood to build a campfire. He returned to bipedal form and shivered from the chill as he stripped Calista. Bile rose and he turned aside to vomit as he peeled away the dreadful rags to reveal the witchbreed’s badly damaged body. He doubted a single bone of her body had not been broken and left to heal untended. Her hands and feet, arms and legs had warped and twisted. An ominous, fist-sized indentation beneath her right breast showed where broken ribs remained broken.

Calista’s eyes fluttered open. Falco saw no spark in them. “Where?” she breathed.

“Outside,” he replied, smoothing back the greasy, matted, vermin-riddled mess of her hair. “I returned as I promised. You will be healed.”

“Thank you,” she exhaled on a rattling breath. “But it’s too late. Let me die.”
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Something Sparkly

7/30/2019

 
PictureThree of my favorite bracelets (left to right): silver and cherry amber, silver and lapis lazuli, and silver and peridot.
Despite my married name of "Smith," my ancestry contains no one from the British Isles. It's basically German, Czech, and Italian. (My father's parents emigrated from the Italian region of Calabria, so there might be some Turkish ancestry in there, too.) Anyway, nothing about my genetic heritage explains my fascination with the Celts. Of course, throw some ancient Roman, Greek, and Viking stuff at me and I'm enthralled by that, too. Just call me easily distracted.

Anyway, my husband and I attended the Celtic Fest in Dayton last weekend. I dearly love Celtic music and often listen to it while working. I like Celtic designs, too. I find something intriguing about those designs, such that I own a few pairs of earrings with distinctly Celtic designs. Irish, Scottish, Welsh--it's all good!

Of course, the British Isles did not rise to fame for their cuisine. My father visited England a few times and returned with nothing good to say about the food he ate there. My oldest and youngest brothers have visited England and Ireland, but they didn't rave about the food, either. Frankly, I've no desire to try haggis or blood sausage. I'm not particularly fond of shepherd's pie, and beans on toast ... no ... just, no. However, the beer ... oh, yeah. And whiskey/whisky. Yum!

Regardless, I had fish and chips for lunch that day at the festival. I grew up with fish and chips from Long John Silver's and detest it. Yuck. But this time it was excellent. I was delightfully surprised, although eating deep-fried food didn't do me any favors. (As a woman of a certain age, I've learned to avoid deep-fried food.)

What really did me in was the jewelry. I enjoy shiny, sparkly things. My taste runs the gamut, from understated elegance to spectacularly tacky. Because I once worked with a woman who sold jewelry at renaissance fairs, I know that most of what's offered at such events is cheaply made stuff manufactured in China, purchased wholesale for pennies per piece and sold for dollars. Still, I looked over the shiny earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces, and pins offered by the many vendors. Because, you know, shiny and sparkly. I'm a magpie at heart.

Then my eye caught the wares of another vendor. We approached and goggled. Elegant jewelry that looked like an ancient Celtic silversmith's fine craftsmanship. A quick conversation later, I learned that the vendor himself was the craftsman. He made this lovely stuff.

I was smitten.

I like supporting cottage manufacturers, craftsmen, and local businesses. The vendor is from New Orleans, LA, so he's not local, but still ... he made this lovely stuff himself. This is not mass-produced jewelry. So, we're ticking off all my fancies: unique, colored gemstones, precious metal, pretty-pretty-pretty. (For what little it's worth, diamonds don't hold the same allure for me as colored gemstones. You won't buy your way into my heart with diamonds, but offer me emeralds, rubies, aquamarines, amethysts, etc., and I drool.)

I took a deep breath and said we'd be back, because two pieces in particular caught my fancy. We wandered among the other vendors, walking away with a bar of Scottish granola-based something or other and shortbread cookies. We looked at shawls and shawl pins. (I already have a Scottish lambswool wrap in colors that make me think of springtime (love it!), so I don't need another. I also have a selection of brooches--mostly costume jewelry--that work beautifully as shawl pins and don't need any more of those, either.) My gaze swept over rings, but I don't wear rings. We even took a quick look at kilts, because my husband constantly asks me if "today" is "no pants day." 

Get a kilt and you won't have to wear pants.

With temperatures in the mid-80s, it was hot. I was sweating in my summer dress and he sweltered in his heavy jeans.

We listened to music: not long enough, but my husband can't sit very long without getting antsy or falling asleep. There's no middle ground for him. We headed back and ended at the jeweler's booth. The bracelet that was still there. No one had purchased it yet, which meant it must be mine. I didn't ask about the price. I also got a pair of earrings.

No one ever accused me of being sensible when it comes to jewelry (or horses). Over the past several years, I have built a collection of earrings and bracelets. I don't often wear necklaces and, as stated, I don't wear rings. Now that collection will expand by one more gorgeous silver-and-garnet bracelet as soon as the jeweler returns home and adds another link the bracelet to accommodate my fat wrist.

Ah, the lure of sparkly things. Come to any event where I'll be and you'll see my wrists and ears festooned with jewelry. Gotta wear it somewhere!

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7/27/2019

 

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ABOUT STEVE DOHERTY

Steve Doherty is a twenty year veteran of the United States Air Force. He flew the T-29C, KC-135A, and T43A aircraft. He is a native of Muldoon, Texas, and obtained his undergraduate degree from Texas State University; his master's from Chapman University; and completed post-graduate work at The Ohio State University.

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