Cover Unveiled

Good morning!  

We are heading to an antique motorcycle show this morning (provided Peter wakes up feeling better) but I just wanted to pop in and show you the progress being made with Birdie and Rolf.

First of all, the cover.  It’s the same background, same font styles and colours, but there are two major changes.  

1. The title. 

It was called the hammer and the anvil – written just like that – but I decided that’s the title of book two, when they’re actually at Mt Etna, fighting to rescue Heph.  The title is now vini, vidi, vici.  Vini, Vidi, Vici is Latin for I came, I saw, I conquered and the title is appropriate for the book.  

And 2. There is now a series name attached to the book. I foresee probably five books to this series and in each one there will be challenges to overcome, people or things to rescue or retrieve, things to conquer.  And that is the name of the series, “Conquered”.  The first book is “Conquered One.”  I think it can be read two ways; either as “the first Conquered book” or “‘he is the conquered one”.  The latter is correct.  Subsequent books will be things like Heph Conquered, Conquering Athena, Zeus Conquers, etc.; you get the idea.

So here it is:  (and btw, if I ever get as big as Kim Harrison or LKH, you can bet cover reveals will be more spectacular and come with giveaways 😉 )

I absolutely LOVE this picture Peter took, there was no way I was changing it

I absolutely LOVE this picture Peter took, there was no way I was changing it

So there it is.  What do you think?  Isn’t it gorgeous?

I ended up almost catatonic the other afternoon when I realized precisely how much work building this world was going to be. [I have to do character bios like I did for HW (including one for George); build their house (seems important somehow); Find photos, Gods, puzzles, a tournament (I dunno), tasks and prizes (or something). And figure out why Jake is now in the story. Plus the new webpages that have to be built – just like the HW format: List of books, list of characters, individual pages for each book and character, preview pages for each book…] I still need to finish the Highland Wolves series too.  New NaNo book to plan for November and the Shades of Pink story to edit.  Oh and Haley’s Magic needs some heavy editing – at least three times.  I want to actually submit that one to HarperCollins or somewhere.  It’s for kids my daughter’s age and she wants me to put it out there.  Have to decide whether to publish it under my nom de plume or my actual name though.  Can’t have teenage girls stumbling on the more erotic and kinky stories now can I?

As for Birdie and Rolf…  That drunk driver I mentioned in the last blog, the one who was to go to jail for a long, long time, is now dead.  It would probably have been better to force him to sign off his parental rights and toss him in jail as a killer of old men and children but he died on the way to the hospital.  

That leaves Birdie and Rolf free and clear to adopt Jake, the small boy with the broken leg, son of the drunk driver.  Unfortunately, Jake’s mother died several months before the accident and the poor wee boy is an orphan.  Birdie and Rolf are now his foster parents, with Alice and Charlie’s blessings (Birdie’s kids).  I think there’s a reason they drove past that accident, some fate or destiny that hasn’t come clear yet.  Maybe Jake is the final piece that allows Birdie’s children to come into touch with their own power.  Perhaps the three kids are a triumvirate.  Birdie’s already proven that Jake has some abilities with the little storm she put in his hands.

Snippets of said storm:

Jake scoffed, hardened son of an alcoholic shining through despite the pain.  “Magic isn’t real.”

“Just you watch.”  Birdie smiled.  She held her hand out, palm up, in front of him.  A moment later a small cloud formed and lightning flashed in it.

Jake stuck his finger in it, sure it was an illusion, then laughed when the next lightning strike zapped his finger. 

“Here, you hold the storm while I look at your leg, okay?”  Birdie transferred the mini thunderstorm to Jake’s hand and he stared at it in awe as it began to rain in his hand.  Birdie created a bubble around his leg that went around the bottom of his foot and through his leg at mid-thigh, where it cut off the pain notifications to his brain.  It put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding and kept any further dirt from getting in.


Jake stared at the storm, which raged with his emotions, and hiccupped through his tears.  “How can I?  They won’t let me keep it!”  He clung tighter, wrapping his free hand in her shirt.

“Watch.”  Birdie put her hand over the storm and when she moved it the storm was a small rock, almost two by two inches square, with a lightning bolt in the center of each side.  “When you look at this and believe there’s a storm inside the storm will come back.  I will tell them not to take it from you.”  She kissed the top of his head as the medics approached them.


Jake sounded so hopeful that Birdie hardly had the heart to tell him she wasn’t.  “No, Jake, it’s Birdie.  Remember me?”

Tears leaked from the small boy’s eyes as he nodded.  Then they flew open in a panic.  “Where is it?  Where’s my storm!”  His voice started thickening with tears.

Birdie took it from the bed, where the nurses had set it, and pressed it into his hand.  Jake looked at it and immediately the rock dissolved into thunderclouds and lightning.

I won’t know precisely how Jake fits in yet.  I do know that now Birdie, at 38, and Rolf, at 55, now have three children (two step-children in Rolf’s case) aged 9, 11 and 15 to raise.  And I have a bad feeling something is going to happen to Alice and Charlie’s father too.  I hope not.  I dislike killing off parents.

And I know that the Gods are going to start coming to Birdie and Rolf for help with their problems and I have no idea how many books this series will be.

Maybe now I’m the one who’s conquered, eh?

Off to the show, I hope.  Have a great day, my lovelies.





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