Finally!

It’s done!

 

 

My cousin Tamie was a HUGE Kool & the Gang nut when I was a kid.  She is a few years older and thought these guys were HOT.  We lived together so this song is burned into my brain.  And it fits.  *laughs*

Finally done with the investment proposal.  In the larger scheme of things it’s a small output, much smaller than I thought it would be.  Now I just have to suck it up and send it to people.   Soon as I do that I can let my brain move on.

So I should do that eh?

I’m going to do a light edit of Mazrakir, no major changes, although I think maybe the narration thing could change but …well here, I’ll show you.  My goal, really, is to make it less awkward in places.  *laughs*

In the prologue we meet Caity and Lara.  They are modern day women and they are Twins at the soul.  They are bonded together.  It’s their last life in the human realm and one of very few lives they were not born to the same mother.  Lara flies from Colorado to Ontario to spend a week with Caity.   (By the way, it is no coincidence that Caity is named after me.  The Mazrakir books are based on my Coven’s history)  They are driving to Niagara Falls when Lara begins to tell the story of their first life among the humans.

So here’s the last of the prologue and the first of the first chapter:

 

Lara nodded, selected a CD with soft music on it, mostly female Celtic singers.  Caity had obviously selected songs for the atmosphere they would produce.  She chuckled, her Twin was the master atmosphere creator; Caity could create any mood from peace to passion to abject fear.  They were both empathic so it was not difficult for them, though Caity’s Light made it easier for her to invoke the positive emotions and harder to invoke the negative.  She was delighted that Caity had brought the music she had.  She pressed play, checked the volume to make sure it was low enough to talk over and started. 

 “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…”

 

  

Part one:  Mesopotamia, The Beginning

 

 Whoever has walked with truth generates life.

Proverbs from Ki-en-gir

 

Chapter 1

 

On Earth, mankind was beginning to get a foothold, beginning to understand civility.  They were also beginning to understand war and pain and humiliation.  War upon war was fought over things small and great between neighbouring kingdoms all over the world.

 Among them was a small matriarchal kingdom ruled by a witch of great power, Queen Arielle Shenouda, and her Prince of almost equal power, Valdreth.  They ruled in a time when almost all nations were at war with each other, overseeing a Kingdom whose peasants lived in near constant fear of attack from the neighboring nations.  The Queen talked with her Prince about asking the Goddess for help. 

 “I really think She will answer, my love.” Arielle smiled gently at Valdreth though her eyes said this was no debate.

 He harrumphed, not bothering to hide his disbelief. “I am not so sure, but do as you will.”

Every now and then we break from Mesopotamia back to the present time where Lara will summarize a few years and we’ll jump back into and Ancient Egypt  (the girls live in both places).  It’s done better than I’m describing it, the transitions are smoother but I do kind of regret doing it that way.

However, it’s done.  The books that follow (there are 5) will follow mostly the same format.  All but the last, since it’s set in present day and there are no flash backs.  

O.o  Oh I just figured out why I’m having so much trouble with deciding who to send it too.  I keep thinking I should have a long list.  Really, it doesn’t have to be long, just has to be right (people who’d consider it, people who’d pass it on if they couldn’t).

Anyway,  I kind of regret the formatting for Mazrakir BUT I do like the story a lot so I’m going to leave it alone.  It works better in the second book because it’s not Lara & Caity narrating then. *zips her lips* That’s a surprise.  

Anyway, off to finish proofing the proposal then I’m going to send it.  

Have a great day!

Love, Romance and Sex

This is on the brain today.

A friend is talking about someone she  met – a romantic at heart who, in the last 10 years, has been broken-hearted just one too many times and has sworn off ever loving again.

She is stuck on whether she should help him.  I asked what she meant by “help.”  She said, “i just want him to not give up on love, help him to see that he’s not alone in how he feels, but that it will get better…again.”

I can understand that completely.  It’s hard to see someone hurting so bad without wanting to do something.  Especially someone as loving and nurturing as she is.

Then there was LSAM’s post about the seven sins.  But she also posted links to several articles (the cost of a vagina was hysterical) and it included this one. The tips there about happy couples got me thinking about typical romance book couples and my couples versus real life couples.

It got me thinking about Peter and I and then the couples I write about.

Peter and I aren’t quite ‘real’.  I mean, we’re a true enough couple, we fight, we love, we cook dinner together (well, I cook, he cleans, I love the arrangement *grins*), we do laundry, sleep without sex and go for a week without sex.  Sometimes two. We never go without the touches.  The kisses, the hand holding and the hugging.

But on the other side of it, we’re touchy feely, we kiss a lot, talk a lot, love a lot.  We finish each other’s sentences, say what the other one means, say what the other has just opened their mouth to say.  We love each other unconditionally, leave room for each other to grow, accept one another for everything that person is.   We are the couple most people envy.  (I’ve been told this last part, it’s not an assumption I’d make on my own.)

We work to keep it this way.  We talk when problems arise.  We talk about fantasies.  We talk about dreams and goals.  We talk about what we need.  We talk about our values.

It has taken both of us a lot of heartbreak and stupidity to get here.

And these are the ways and thought processes I try to instill in my characters.  At first it was because that’s the way I wished things were.   I knew that that’s the way things should be.

With Naia and Rian it was mostly all lovey dovey.

They met the night of the twins’ 18th birthday.  There was a masked ball and the twins decided that that was the night they were going to lose their virginity to men.  They set out to find a man and Naia found Rian.  Their first kiss left her flustered and breathless.  Jestin found T’aalia and together the foursome went through that particular hymen breaking journey.  And the girls, who had slept with nearly every female on the grounds at that point, stopped sleeping with anyone else.  Naia and Rian found they were meant to be together.

Anna and Liam met at a conference.  For them it wasn’t a thing where love grows out of contact.  The love was a blinding meeting of souls and hearts.  They knew instantly that they’d found what they had been craving.  Their love deepened and continues to mature and grow.

Both couples work at it.

I try not to make the relationships too unrealistic.  Keep them away from the soap opera type relationship.  But the sex… The sex is glorious.  Sure, there are quickies, like Liam slamming Anna into a boulder as he fucks her, (while they’re supposed to be waiting for others to join them), and there are some seriously romantic gestures, (a bathroom full of candles and flowers) but there is also a lot of kink.

In the end, though, the love my couples share is probably a tad too lofty, a tad too ivory-tower and fairy tale.  And I accept that.  It’s what fiction is supposed to be, isn’t it?  Just a little too far out of our reach?  Something to take our minds off our every day.

I’m lucky in that I have almost a fairy tale love affair with my Peter.  We work our asses off to keep it that way and we have fun doing it.

A personal note:

I know my editing of these blogs isn’t 100% perfect.  I have trouble focusing on the written word sometimes, whether it’s on a page or screen, so I don’t always see everything when I preview.  Thanks for your patience.

Mazrakir

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. 

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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.

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 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)

Oi.