Pronounced Maz-ra-keer.

Today, since I am doing an edit of the book, I am going to introduce you to Mazrakir: The Key of Life.

I started this book, the first in a series, in order to tell some of the history of my Coven.  We’ve been around a LONG time, moving from generation to generation as a family – Grandmother, Mother, Daughter  as Matron, Matriarch, Maiden – and I wanted to preserve the tales of our adventures.  Starting with our beginning. 

Not everything is the truth, not all spells and methods are the way we did things.  Hell, these stories have been passed down orally for centuries, it’s unlikely that there is more than a modicum of truth to them to begin with.  No one has ever been allowed to write them down before.  Even the Books of Shadows have been destroyed generation after generation because so many of our secrets cannot and could not be kept on paper.  Magic doesn’t work now like it did even 3 centuries ago.  So much disbelief, so much reliance on science and technology.  

So these stories are the stories that have been passed down over and over.  I think there are 5 books planned.  I got interrupted by the need to write Highland Wolves (a series that started as a short story and evolved into three books) but I will continue it again.  I may have to write the two series at once.  

But first, a re-edit of Key of Life.  I will keep the cover, made for me by kaeli:

because it is beautiful and I can't conceive of a better one.

 But the inside has to be redone.

The prologue starts in present day (well, 2005) with the current incarnations of my main characters: Naia and T’aalia.  (nye-ah and tah-lee-ah).  The Coven they are part of has been separated after several millennia  of being born to one another over and over.  They are all born to separate parents and all in the same generation.  Caity and Lara (Naia and T’aalia respectively, and I may change Caity’s name)  are twins, born of separate parents (one in Ontario, the other in Colorado) in this life.  Their souls are two pieces of the same one.  They are Light and Dark (respectively), Yang and Yin, two puzzle pieces that fit together to become whole.   

They meet at Toronto Airport where Lara has landed so the two can meet physically in this world for the first time in this life.  It’s been 81 years since they’d been together last.  They are 31 years old and it had been 50 years between Lara’s death and their rebirth.  From the airport they drive to Niagara Falls to spend their few days together doing the kitchy tourist thing.  While Caity drives, Lara begins the tale of their beginning:

“We were born to the Human Realm in Mesopotamia, near the beginning of Civilization.  We lived between the Euphrates and Tigris rivers, in what was known as Sumer…”

The story begins with their conception.  Their mother Arielle, Queen of their small matriarchal kingdom, informs her husband that she will be pleading with the Goddess for a solution to ridding the world of the demon presence that is causing the strife and hate in mankind.  The request will take place in a skyclad (nude) ritual involving the entire Coven.  

A fortnight later, a huge fire burned in the northeast courtyard and 13 people stood skyclad in a circle around it.  The Circle had been purified and consecrated, as had all the members, in a ritual cleansing.  All there understood and believed in the request for the Goddess.  They closed the Circle by clasping their hands and sent their energy to their Queen as she began.

 “Oh Great Mother, we beseech of Thee a boon of great magnitude!  The fate of mankind is becoming bleak.  There is One who would destroy them; He shows them false futures.  He encourages them to war in His name and gives them nothing in return but pestilence and pain and hatred.  Mighty Mother we beg of You to show us a way, give us the tools to help these wayward souls remain true to You.”

She paused for a breath, glancing at her King for an impression of his thoughts, she had forgotten to rhyme and she was hopeful Isis would see this as a sign of her desperation and need.  His eyes glowed briefly just after she glanced away.  Suddenly she froze and became rigid as a post.  The fire flared and her eyes rolled back in her head.  The hair on her head, always the color of a ripe cherry, turned white, the absence of color moving from root to tip.  Another voice poured from her mouth.  It was soft but commanding. 

 “Human woman, you are one of My children.  I have gifted you with great Power.  And now I will give you one more gift.  Use it wisely.  The price for this gift will be paid, but not by you.  Prepare yourself.”

That gift is the birth of twins.  The conception occurs that night and the twins come from another Realm.  They are the Queen of the Mazrakir, the first to survive a blending of Dragon and Faerie blood.  The experiment came from the Goddess’s desperate attempt to stop the wars between Dragon and Fae.  The Queen is the first to survive but she has one glitch – her soul is still half Fae and half Dragon.  She is two personalities in one body, half Light, half Dark.  Half Healer, half Warrior.

It’s a little confusing, even I think so.  It’s kind of an extreme case of Multiple Personality Disorder.

The Queen was the first to survive the experimental blending of Faerie and Dragon blood and as such she had been set on the throne by the Goddess to rule over this new kind of people.  She was two beings in one form.  They were the perfect blend of peace and violence, dark and light, good and wickedness.  They were connected at the psyche and it took both of them to create the one image of the Queen that their subjects saw.  They reigned over a small kingdom of largely magic people in a Realm beside Earth’s existence and between the Dragon and Faerie lands.  They were worshipped with a combination of fear, love and slobbering loyalty that made their subjects ferocious when it came to a threat to them. 


The Queen was strong in mind, will and body.  They were well respected by the Elders of most of the other magic creatures.  It was they who cemented the alliance between Dragon and Faerie. 

 It was they who heeded the call from Earth.  The Dragons counseled them in what was to come.  They were to give up their home and life and go to live in the Earth Realm among the humans.  No longer would they be together in one body, they would be two.  The Queen had hugged herself, head hung low.  The self-pity lasted only for about 10 seconds.  They came to terms with it quickly and set about finding out how to make this happen.

  The Queen discovered that Fae blood was needed to bring them to Earth and give them a human form, being part Fae themselves.  With some discussion with the Goddess a way was found.  Mazrin, head of the Queen’s Guard and the most trustworthy in their staff, was sent to Earth to assume the form of their “Father” and help conceive them. 

 The night of the conception they sat alone in their chambers.  The Queen talked aloud to herself in two voices while looking in a mirror.  The reflected Queen was one of black hair and green eyes.  The physical one was of red hair and green eyes.


 One last gasp and their eyes closed.  At the moment of the Queen’s passing their hair changed color.  It turned red on the left side and jet black on the right.  The color split right at the part on the center of the top of their head. 

 As they traveled through time and space to the womb of their new Mother, they heard a piercing wail of grief when the body they left behind was discovered too early.  The Queens, separated when torn from their body, turned to themselves for comfort, blending for the remainder of their travel only to be torn apart again when thrust into the developing fetuses.  

 Together they grew, developing into beautiful babies, each with ten toes, ten fingers, green eyes, perfect noses and mouths.  They were born on a Midsummer night, the sky bright with a full moon and the tiny pinpricks of light that made up the stars.  Both girls, they were born with full heads of hair, one red and the other black.  They were silent as the night when they were born, gazing at the midwife, then their mother with the knowledge of ages in their eyes in their first moments. 

 Arielle held them close.  The red haired babe came first.  She stared up at her mother and Arielle could see the same fire in her daughter that she herself carried.  So she named her T’aalia.  It meant “Queen of the Hunt.”  The other wee girl gazed at her mother with an unequaled serenity, one that reminded Arielle of the calm beneath the surface of the sea.  She was named Naia, “Queen of the Sea.”

As they develop Naia and T’aalia show signs of great Power and great ability to use that Power.  They meet a Faerie who promises to watch over them when they are 8, at 12 they meet a Dragon who will be their nearly constant companion and bodyguard.  

Their father, Valdreth, is jealous of them.  He wants their Power.  He doesn’t want girls, he wants boys.  He is furious by the fact that if something happened to Arielle it is they who would inherit the kingdom, not him.  So shortly after they turn 18 he brings men from neighbouring kingdoms to marry the twins.  The kingdoms are on opposite sides, weeks of travel apart, and the girls are furious.

They’d already fallen in love with Rian, a stable boy, and Jestin, the Dragon.  

They run, with the Dragon’s help (leaving Rian behind), and end up in Egypt.   There they spend several years with a nomad clan, teaching them irrigation and farming.  Naia’s healing talent and T’aalia’s ability to hunt make them a valuable part of the community.  They dispatch a troupe, one of many, sent by Valdreth to find them and kill them.  They have a run in with a man who intends to unite Upper and Lower Egypt.  Naia has a loving relationship with the chief of the nomad clan and becomes pregnant.

Finally they return home to their mother to find her fatally ill.  The illness was caused by their now dead father (killed by their mother’s twin sister) and it takes almost everything Naia has to heal her.

Through it all, the demon Arielle asked for help with in the first place is hunting the twins.  He manages to seduce T’aalia into trying new spells. He convinces her that they will help her sister win the war that is waged by one of the suitors they ran from. It is one of these spells that eventually kills her.  

The book needs edited, for sure.  

And I have to work on the summary apparently, even I’m confused. *laughs*

I have a headache and still have more codeine in me than I’d like (although I’m weaning myself off it) so that might be why.  

I think I’m going to have to schedule my time.  I have my journal, my blog, my editing, my research, my writing.  And I have my health issues to contend with – some of which leave me brain dead by 1 pm most days.  (sometimes I have a resurgence around 4)

Plus I have curtains to make, lemon squares to bake and 4 jewelry projects to finish. (and 3 of those to mail)



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