Thank You and Goodbye :)

Morning dear friends 🙂

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I have to warn you, this is one melodramatic post coming your way 🙂 I am shutting down my blog for now. Recently,  I received back my novel draft for Incarnate. The person who proofed it for me, I’m not going to lie, was pretty harsh. Harsh but funny, how does that even work? 🙂 Anyway, because I am an over emotional obsessive wreck my heart pretty much ended up like the picture I have added above. Oh I can tell you, it was the end of the World last night, nothing would ever be the same again etc. 🙂 I am such a drama queen 🙂
BUT… I could see the value of every single point he said. I don’t know if you’ve ever been in that situation but when someone points out the flaws in something you’ve spent years loving and doing, it’s heart-breaking but it can open your eyes to points that you were just too blind to see. I hold no grudge against the person that proof read my work. He has shown me that I need to stop and take a look at the direction my writing is going 🙂
SO… I have decided I am going back to basics. I am going to put Incarnate aside and concentrate on improving my writing as a whole. I may go back to it at a later date. There is no way I can stop completely as I just love writing too much. However, I need to research, practice, do something to improve myself. I can’t have distractions from this so I am shutting my blog and closing my twitter account so that I can work solely on something new and focus on that completely. They will be shut tonight. In the mean time I will be posting a sci-fi short story I recently submitted to an anthology that got rejected (no shock there then lol) to make sure it is here for when I come back… if I come back 🙂
Thank you for all your love and support and go see J. S. Collyer, she rocks 🙂

#FlashFiction – The Rose and the Heart Part Three

Evening lovely readers 🙂

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As I work on the second in my Angel of Death series, Bound, I find that sometimes for a break my mind wanders back to the story I began a while ago about my half fae/half lycan character Rose. The Rose and the Heart , a tentative title to say the least, follows Rose as she must face down those who seek to control her and inevitably destroy her. I best write down this burst of creativity before I forget it. Please keep in mind this is a very VERY rough copy written solely as a memory jog. I do however hope you enjoy 🙂 Thank you 🙂

The Rose and the Heart – Part Three

Rose took a deep breath as she stood on the precipice, both physically and emotionally. The wind softly blue her long purple locks back from her scarred face. Everything reminded her that she didn’t belong here regardless of her maniac father closing the portal back to her home. She was of the royal line, surely she had enough power within her to open it again? Even if, by some small chance, she could open it where would she go? Her old life had been destroyed. She sighed.

Glancing down the long imposing cliff she could see the silver sliver of a river mocking her with its luminescent beauty. It shouted at her to by all means try her wings to escape, it would welcome her when she failed. Her wolf had been shockingly quiet since they had run into that alpha. Just another man trying to control her. She felt a strong desire from her wolf to follow him into whatever delights he could promise but she had used her magic to quell her for the first time in her life. She felt guilty but also relieved it had worked. Cloaking herself she ran as fast as she could to escape him and it had seemed to work. Now though her wolf refused to come to her aid. Stubborn bitch! Could she use her wings to escape? They had never worked before but to be fair her mother had not been the best teacher; how could a full lycan teach her to fly when she couldn’t herself?

An almost painful sting resounded on her magical subconscious and she knew her father hunted her still; since meeting him he always seemed to register as a nasty little sting. She laughed; she couldn’t understand his determination for her to rule. Surely he though the same as the rest of the fae; she would dilute the royal line with her ‘mongrel’ heritage. Well that was just fine with her, she didn’t want to rule anyway. She wanted to hide from all of it. She ran her right hand down the now jagged line of skin on her right cheek, a reminder that her father was not someone who cared for others but was someone to be obeyed; someone who saw her type as less than nothing. It seemed to tingle the closer he got. The fae fire he used should have scarred her further but her lycan healing ability quickly kicked in. It brought forth another painfully obvious difference on her part; full fae do not scar even with the full force of fae fire, they merely writhed in agony until they begged for death. At least she had denied her father that.

She shook her head willing these thoughts away. Trust her to get distracted when what she saw as evil advanced upon her. She took a deep and soothing breath to try and calm her nerves. She concentrated on her wings, willing them to move. There was nothing, not even a slight sign of a twitch and Rose became despondent. Some fae she was. She turned back to the dark forest which seemed all the more horrifying to her now. Maybe she could hide somewhere until they tired of searching for her. Would they tire of searching for her? Her logical side doubted it; both her father and the alpha seemed hell bent on finding her. She actually wanted to cry, something she hadn’t done since her mother had died.

Lost in her own thoughts she completely ignored the rustle off to her right and the large, looming wolf that appeared from it. She also missed the following transformation from wolf to very large, very naked man. He smiled when he realised she was lost to conscious thought. He moved closer, as silent as an assassin but with very different intentions in mind. His breath caught a little. There was echoes of her mother in her but her beauty was all her own. She had beautiful flowing purple hair and he was intrigued beyond measure that her wolf was purple, an enigma in itself. He knew she was his; mate, lover, soul-bound; but he had to be cautious. There was something strange about her. He was almost directly to her side when he ran up against something solid and painful. He jumped back with a gasp and watched as she turned to him with almost dreamy eyes.

Rose was aware of him now, that smooth like caramel essence which caressed her magical soul. The alpha stood far too near but it was nothing compared to the evil now oozing from the forest.

“He’s here,” she said to him in a voice full of soul and despondency. She started backing up to the cliff once again, her eyes flashing from the alpha to her rapidly approaching father and back. She didn’t know what was worse and truthfully she just felt lost. One thing was for sure, she would submit to neither, determining she would choose death over subjugation.

“Daughter…” her father began in a determined voice, almost as if he could command her like one of his subjects.

“Rose,” the alpha started, something akin to panic tingeing his deep seductive voice. She smirked as she heard both, deciding to give herself up to the harsh reality of fate.

“I guess we’ll see if I am a true fae after all old man,” she said in a sad voice, reaching the edge of the cliff while fighting back the tears. She didn’t want to die, she wanted to get back to her quiet and peaceful home and carry on with her course. She longed to go back to pretending she was human; strangely she felt at home that way though she had no humanity to speak of.

“Goodbye,” she said to both as she threw herself backwards. The alpha knew nothing of her fathers side and her father thought her wings were lame, heck maybe they were, but she would try them anyway. Their dual anguished yells echoed through the wind that rushed by her. How would she come out of this alive?

Concepts and Bloody Huge Plot Twists

Evening lovely readers 🙂

I had a thought as I sit here with my piping hot brew, quilt and raging yucky head cold. How much do you know about plot twists? Lots I hear you cry. We all love a good plot twist but how affective were they really? Did they leave you saying ‘oh… okay then’ or were you screaming ‘holy mother of the unending light, why… WHY… did you do that to *insert random character’s name here*???’ Surely a plot twist should throw something completely random and unexpected at you and leave you blindsided by it for at least a good few hours…

Okay, basically let me start making sense. Just today I had a brilliant and eye opening conversation with a wonderful friend of mine. The conversation began with them asking ‘Are we okay?’ Now I’ll admit to you I was a little confused from lack of sleep and a heavy dose of the real life work life so that opener left me a bit…

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But soon it started to make so much sense. I won’t go into detail here but they told me something that I fully wasn’t expecting. I love my friend as much as I ever have but this plot twist left my brain exploded and the rest of me trying to catch up. But that’s good right? I don’t view my friend any differently; they’re still the exceptional and talented person I’ve always known. I just determined that I really need something like this in my own writing. Something life changing and urgent to happen to my protagonist that doesn’t change your concept of them but leaves you reeling and focused on finding out why this thing happened.

On the flip side, should the concept of the protagonist remain unchanged? Maybe it’s good for things to be shaken up once in a while. Why always love the protagonist when sometimes they need a healthy dose of hatred to get them through the harsh points of the narrative? Either way, a ruddy good plot twist will accomplish any of these things and still leave you smiling. I want to leave my readers looking pretty much like this…

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It means they like my writing and will come back for more 🙂

What do you think? 🙂

#FlashSaturday – The Rose and the Heart Part Two

Evening lovely readers 🙂

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As you can see these #FlashSaturday’s are becoming a horrible habit of mine 🙂 As some will know I have been working on my second novel while I wait for the first to come back from the editor. I had decided to turn a flash fiction I previously posted on here, The Rose and The Heart, into my next novel and have since been working on it. Here’s a slice situated about mid way through. Enjoy 🙂

 

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Rose had to look at her so called father in pity. He sat there on his gilded throne making commands and expecting loyalty but was he truly happy? He was surrounded by advisor’s and courtiers but was he truly loved? She stood before him, shackled as she was, but she refused to be cowed by the man even if he is the High King of the Fae.

“Tell me Princess,” her father began, “why did you seek my enemies, those that deprived me of my Queen, for your own selfish gain?” Rose sighed,

“Spare me old man,” she replied, sparing her father none of the fake niceties he got from everyone else. “I have no desire to be here. If you’ll remember correctly, you brought me here against my will, you’re the one that sent your lackeys,” and here she glared at Frost. At least he had the grace to look a little guilty. “Why do you hold me here?” She had no desire to answer his questions. The lycans weren’t his enemy; her mother had run when she found out what a maniacal bastard he was, not to mention obsessive. From what she could see he was now delusional, believing that the lycans had taken her away. She really wanted to laugh at that. There had never been another lycan in her life bar her mother and that was because she fought her hardest to protect Rose. She’d never lived to see Rose could hold her own. A single crystal tear slid down her cheek.

“I hold you here child,” he spat the word with venom, “because you are the only heir to this throne much to my disgust. Had you been here we could have burned the wolf from you but now it is entirely too firmly ensconced. You will be taught, whether you wish to be or not, how to rule these realms when my time ends or by the divines I will make you suffer.” Rose had had enough. Her mother had never asked for a fae mate but that’s what fate had given her, the cruel old bugger. She must have had terrible luck to be stuck with the deranged old coot in front of her. She wouldn’t stand anyone tarnishing what her mother was and treading all over the kindness and love she had shown Rose, even at the cost of her own health.

“Well old man,” she was really quite enjoying her new name for him, “as much as I would love to stick around for that I’m afraid I have other plans.” She smiled as she looked at him, surprised he couldn’t guess what was coming. She felt the welcoming rush of heat as her wolf sprang forth ready to protect her. She caressed the wolf’s fur as she receded and the wolf rushed forward. Let her father deal with this. She felt bones pop and reform; her nose elongated into a long elegant muzzle; beautiful purple tinged black fur sprouted and she dropped to all fours. She watched in amusement as the golden shackles fell to the floor. She spent all of a second to see realisation sink into her fathers cold grey eyes before she leapt onto the window ledge and out into the beautiful night. As she landed gracefully on the wooded floor she heard her father scream,

“She can shift even with our magic on her??? FIND HER!!!” Rose smiled even in her wolf form and trotted off. In truth she had no idea where she was going. This forest was entirely new to her in a completely different realm but surely she must have gotten here somehow. She knew how to transport others realm to realm but she had never been able to accomplish it herself otherwise she’d be out of here in an instance. Instead she would have to find the portal her mother had told her about. Not that she had much to go on. How often do you come across a patch of air that shimmered like water. Mentally she sighed and continued on.

Eventually, after she had passed what she was sure was the same rock as twenty minutes ago, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her enhanced senses picked up something very familiar. She felt light headed and a little tingly. No, surely it couldn’t be. She looked around and decided she must be wrong. She shook her head and continued on. She had to stop again however as the feeling grew more intense. Suddenly a shadowed shape dropped from the trees above. She tensed. She was formidable against many opponents but in this new realm she couldn’t be sure. Just in case she added some of her fae magic behind her wolf reflexes in the hopes she would prevail. With bated breath she waited until eventually a great silver wolf came forward. Mentally she gasped. This was the wolf she had seen from the window of her home, the one she had thought must have escaped from somewhere. She’d had the same tingly feeling then, also when a tall and admittedly handsome stranger had walked into her at the news stand. What was this? Why did she feel this way?

She watched with trepidation as he came forward to sniff at her. With a pained groan she uttered back off Fido and singed his nose hairs. He yelped and stepped back,

You even sound like her, he mentally chuckled. What? How the Hell did he hear her?

I heard you because your mother was part of my pack, which makes you part of my pack. He moved towards her again. Rose sniffed indignantly.

I belong to no pack.

You keep telling yourself that, he laughed and got far too close to her for her own comfort.

What do you want from me? Why did you follow me to this God forsaken place? she asked frustrated and she didn’t want to admit, a little attracted.

Your mother was the Omega of my Pack, I the Alpha. We ruled together though we were not mates, but and he sniffed again you however are mine. 

Emotions and Over-sensitivity

Evening lovely readers 🙂

As you may have noticed it’s been a whole entire week since my last post. I have to apologise: this is because I am a little old lady in disguise… anyhoo this isn’t a venty post. Well not really. Well maybe a little. Okay, okay it’s a giant venty post lol. It’s just I’ve begun to wonder if others suffer from over-sensitivity and if it’s linked to writing; does it even have a place within the literary World?

If I were to relate this feeling to real life I would more describe it as a deluded sense of empathy towards others. I say deluded because I have no blummin clue what people are feeling or even thinking really. I will say sometimes I’ve been right especially when a close friend has been sad and upset but on the whole I wonder if it’s sensitivity just tinged with a healthy dose of paranoia crossed with my wonderful and much loved creative imagination. Put me in a room with people where there’s a history, where perhaps one person has done something that affects all the rest, then that whole deluded concoction will make me turn all the tension back on me even if it has nothing to do with me. It’s troublesome in that respect, for which I’m truly sorry, but wonderful in others.

My over-sensitivity, or as I call it my deluded empathy, I feel is handy in my writing. I’m quite proud of the fact that I feel I can relate to the emotions of a character. Granted when I well up at an ending I have written myself I may be taking it a bit too far. Technically it helps with the writing too as I feel sensitive to what I actually write, causing me to edit frequently, and to be aware of my language use. I find that each aspect of it helps in its own way and I love it all, being unwilling to apologise for that at least.

As you can see it’s a double edged sword providing both creativity and sadness. Do you find you suffer with this? I’m very proud of my writing but find some techniques just aren’t transferable to the real World.

Thank you 🙂

#Flash…erm…Saturday – The Rose and the Heart

Hello lovely readers 🙂

Thank you for your patience yesterday. Here’s my heartfelt post for today; a yummy scrummy oooey gooey piece of fantastical pie layered with a dash of cynicism (I do love me some cynicism.) It’s a bit rushed as I want it done before my baby wakes up but I will improve it as I go 🙂 Enjoy 🙂

The Rose and The Heart 

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Rose sighed. She had to admit that even here she is a freak. It seems she will never live the quiet life she had dreamed of, even though she tried damn hard. She sighed once again and stared down at the letter in her hands. How archaic. She laughed at the letter; ridiculous people. Though they weren’t really her people were they? She’d been outcast at birth and she’s damn well happy to remain so.

She read aloud again, just to make sure she had the gist of it.
“Our beloved Rosethorn, high princess of The People,” wait, when did that happen? “Your father King Goldenleaf has asked for your attendance at his Death bed. Do not delay in coming here.” Dammit. She was Rose Thornby, half breed outcast to the Human realms and hated by The People, just how she damn well liked it. She had been quietly working away on her essay, due in tomorrow her logical mind screamed at her, when a puff of silver magic had appeared and the letter floated down to her grasp. Why was this happening now? She’d heard all about her father from her mother and quite frankly she didn’t want anything to do with him. He’s in a whole different realm, there’s nothing he can do to her now.

Ignoring the rest of the letter she threw it in the bin next to her desk with perhaps more venom then she thought she could muster. Okay, maybe there was a tiny, small, insignificant piece of her that still longs for her father’s love but she’d get over it. She’d had her mother until her poor heart had given out and that was enough. The People, known as the Fae in the Human realm, would have to get along without her.

Just as she went back to her laptop she heard a muffled cough behind her and almost watched in amusement as instinct took over. No one should have been in the house with her. She felt her other self rise up and smiled as soft fur caressed her soul. Bones began to pop and elongate, clothes were shredded, she felt her muzzle start to appear and she knew her soft purple tinged black fur appeared. It was over in an instant and where she had been sitting now stood an impressive wolf, her reason to be an outcast and the secret she loved. She looked at the intruder with a cold gaze. She didn’t know this one but he smelled like he was Fae. Oh, she’d never met one but he smelt like her, only stronger. The intruder visibly gulped.

“Ah…” his deep voice stammered. She had to admit he was a handsome one. Tall with golden tinged skin, black hair and a well muscled body. He wore his iridescent wings for all to see unlike her. She had to hide hers solely to live here. He had delicate pointed ears and very soft features for a man. Her wolf sighed; she had better change back instead of scaring the wings off him.

“Rosethorn?” he asked as she allowed the change to come upon her. It was just as quick though she thanked the wolf for coming to her aid. She may have lost her mother and had no father but the wolf had always been with her, a staunch protector.

“It’s Rose,” she answered, uncaring she was naked after the change like she always was. She could see the man blush and look just pass her.

“It is good to see you again your highness,” he said. Um huh? When had they met before? He could obviously see her confusion as he said,

“My name is Frostfall, I am the Prince of the Winter Fae. We met when you were very young and before your mother ran. I have been sent by your father to escort you back to the High Court.” Okay, now Rose knew she’d misheard.

“Well you can just go back to my so called father and tell him I have no interest in seeing him.” She searched round for any clothing she could, anxious to be covered in front of this man now. He wasn’t pack, Hell she’d never had a pack bar her mother and she was long gone. She heard Frost gasp as he caught sight of her wings,

“It is true then, you are your father’s daughter. You carry the pure silver wings of the royal line. I will admit I had my doubts but now…” he trailed off in awe. What’s the big deal? She’d have them removed if she wasn’t in danger of alerting humans to her kind, whatever the Hell her kind was. She’d never even used her wings, she was pretty sure they were useless.

“Yes, yes, well nice to meet you and all but I’m sure you have other places to be now.” She raised her right hand and let it be encompassed by her own brand of purple magic. Just because she’d never flown doesn’t mean she’d not trained in her magic as soon as she realised she’d had it. She’d learned from a very pleasant elderly sorceress and was quite efficient in it. Chanting a spell in her mind she pointed at Frost and watched as purple light surrounded him. Unable to quell her mischievous side she waved and blew him a kiss just before he disappeared, the purple light taking him hopefully back to his own realm. She smiled; now that had brightened her day.

She began searching again until she finally came across some un-shredded jeans and a top. She put them on quickly and got back to her essay. Her mind kept wandering back to her father though. What if he were truly dying and his last wish was to see her? She shook her head. She had enough to do with finishing University, earning money and just living. He’d not paid interest in her in twenty three years she’s sure he’d get over it now.

She finally got her head down and concentrated on work. She knew she could protect herself but what the Hell else could she expect today?

Zero by (the always exceptional) J. S. Collyer

Hi lovely readers 🙂

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As most will know I’m a bona fide fantasy nut; give me a World full of magic, swords, sorcery and adventure and I can be gone for hours. However, there are times where even I will branch out my literary interests and diversify to broaden my knowledge; also, who isn’t completely in love with Mr Darcy? 🙂 My first understanding of sci fi came from reading my mothers books. She had a fabulous series by the late Anne McCaffrey called The Tower and the Hive series; the first book The Rowan. I remember being taken by such strong female leads in a World where science and technology runs on the power of the mind. I love creative and original stories along those lines.

To which, Zero is the début novel from my wonderful friend, and admittedly my writing hero, J. S. Collyer. It’s a literary slice of ooey gooey space pirate cake that leaves you not only wanting but needing to know more, especially after your damn lucky eyes have taken in the epic ending. This is a multi layered piece rife with exceptional writing, adventure, in-depth character development, adventure and oh yes, lasers; but did I mention adventure? I was lucky enough to receive an advanced review copy and my goodness all I can say is: as soon as the sixteenth of August gets here buy this book, you won’t be disappointed.

Kaleb Hugo is a Service man through and through; he lives, eats, works and breathes that life like no other. He’s positive he’s the best, most focused soldier… until one fateful day he ignores the commands of his higher ups and moves the ship he’s in command of to attack a perceived weakness in the War. What came over him? To the public face Hugo is disgraced, demoted and hated; but in secret he is promoted to Captain of The Zero, a beat up space ship concealing more than just a dented hull; it’s a ship that can get under the radar and accomplish things most Service ships couldn’t. Hugo has to act as a contact for the Service, keep an eye on the missions and report back to his superiors. He didn’t, however, expect to find those on the ship that were loyal, steadfast and perhaps the only friends he could remember having. What would await them in their coming missions?

I cannot begin to tell you all the things which are great about this novel, but I’ll give it a jolly good go anyway. J. S uses such literary diversity that simply pulls you straight into the Universe she has expertly created. I love the velvety feel of language such as ‘Hugo had admitted to himself long ago that Death was something he’d accepted into his life like a friend. Or a lover. It followed him like a phantom.’ Now before you ask yes this is from the first page. Heck it’s the first few lines. I didn’t want to give too much away about J. S’s stellar narrative. However, this is just a small example of what I love about her language use. Unlike many authors, she doesn’t try to make the language too archaic and stiff (don’t ask me why but some authors think stories are better like that) but she keeps it natural and flowing allowing the narrative to just slip into your subconscious and hold onto your interest for many hours before you even notice. She also has an uncanny ability to not alienate readers by being too scientific, if you catch me. She smoothly traverses into the science part of her science fiction in such a way that even someone as daft as me can understand it and thoroughly enjoy it. This is what makes her such a stunning writer.

The part of the novel I really liked however is that J. S. manages to reach into my chest and crush my heart into a million pieces (God how over dramatic does that sound?). I won’t give any details away but there is a part of the narrative that I’m not ashamed to admit brought a tear to my eye. The crew must endure a soul destroying time and the adversity which follows not only at the time but a year later as well. You can really feel the emotion in the writing which in turn forcibly drags your emotions to the surface and waves them in your face. It’s been such a long time since I’ve felt such a response to a book that it had me enthusing about its author. It’s incredible.

Please, please, PLEASE buy this book when you can. Not only will you be getting a jolly great read but you’ll discover a literary World you may never have experienced before. You’ll love every minute. I’m still going to buy a hard back copy of the book and beg J. S. to sign it, it’s just that great.

Thank you 🙂

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