The Cover Reveal!

 Good morning!

It’s a beautiful day for a cover reveal!

I have finished the blurb and the tagline (which stayed just like it was in the last blog *laughs*) and everything is ready for release on Wednesday!

That’s right! 

A Year in the Life of S. Claus will be out TOMORROW!

Here is the blurb:

What if Santa wasn’t a small, fat man in a bright red suit?  What if he were really a magic man, a savvy businessman, a car enthusiast and some time vigilante?

Santa’s real name is Ari Lykke and he is a Norwegian given the job of Santa Claus by the Gods many centuries ago. Since then, he’s built the business into a worldwide conglomerate, helped thousands achieve their dreams, and rescued millions from the clutches of Darkness. Now, he has a murder to solve, corporate espionage to prevent and one tiny old woman to save.

And the tagline:

Santa: magic man, businessman, car collector, and vigilante. The real story behind the myth.

What do you think?  Catchy, right? 

I like them. I just hope they’re as effective as I’d like them to be. 😀

The other thing about the book is that most of the proceeds will be going to our 2019 MS Ride.  

We have named our team The Longshots. *chuckles* I am kind of a longshot to make this run from Grand Bend, Ontario to London and back again. It’s a two day ride but dang, it’s a 150 km (93 miles, +/- a few yards) ride. That’s a LOT of my ass in the saddle and feet on the pedals. 

Thank the Gods for Mike. *smiles*  He knows how to keep me going. 

Here is where you can keep up with me.  And here is where you can keep up with the team, although I haven’t done anything with it yet; I need Mike to register.  Our team goal is $3,000. I will be donating $300 (a little at a time, I’ve got 50 in so far) and the proceeds of A Year in the Life of S. Claus, for as long as I’m fundraising.

We will be doing other things to fundraise:

  • a bake sale at IYSAE.  Which you can attend, if you live in London, Ontario.  I will have cupcakes and cookies. I haven’t yet decided which will be gluten free.  I will probably do a poll among the attending authors.
  • the standard “pestering” of friends, relatives, work ‘friends’
  • buck-a-kilometer training sessions (which will be tracked/proven via the Cyclometer app I have on my phone)
  • Maybe we’ll find a way to do a silent auction or something. 

We’ll get there with the fundraising and then some, I know it.  AND I WILL RIDE.  I will do every single kilometer by my own power (and then not be able to walk until Wednesday *laughs*).  

But now, it’s time for what you’re all waiting for:

THE COVER!

*drum roll*

Santa cover copy

TA-DA!! Isn’t it gorgeous?

I think it’s beautiful, sleek, and just the right touch. I didn’t want Christmas or overt Santa material. I wanted subtly and class.  And I think I achieved that.   The back is going to be pale gold with black lettering. 

Tell me, what do you think?

I am going to get to work publishing! Have a great day, everyone.

Muah!

 

The Drama, the Romance, and the Work That is 2018

Hello, my lovelies!

The Work:

Today I finished the final draft for A Year in the Life of S. Claus. 

I am thrilled!

I have to write the blurb and the tagline – something like Santa: magic man, businessman, car collector, vigilante. The real story behind the myth.

Dear Gods.  I hope I come up with something better. 😉

I need a blurb, too.  How do I pack so much adventure into less than 300 words? I guess we’ll find out.

Next up, and in a rush but no less quality job, HW3.  

It’s 50 days until Ignite Your Soul in London. I’m kind of freaking out a bit.  >.<

I don’t have anything done for HW3, the printer doesn’t have any quotes for me yet (partly because we lost touch until today… Not entirely sure why… >.> ), I have no swag done, nothing prepared for the table. I kind of want to run around like Marge Simpson with her hair on fire. 

Well, I suppose it’ll come together. Somehow. 

And here’s a reminder to buy the anthology!

anthology cover

You can buy it here: 

The Amazon global link: 

https://getBook.at/AG2-CaSCAntho

There are other links in my previous blog.

The Drama:

There certainly has been some! That mess that happened to my apartment at the end of April never did get fixed.  It took us a solid month of attempts at packing and a solid weekend of throwing my shit at a van and into a storage unit.

We took samples of the paint, visible mold, and the fabric from my couch and mattress.  We have bedding and clothing in garbage bags waiting to see if it can be salvaged. 

I was out of the apartment by the end of July, which was a relief!

I’ve been preparing applications to sue the property holder through the Landlord and Tenant board (which is why we took samples). That should be fun.  I don’t want to go to court with it, although, really, I should get something back for the sheer number of panic attacks I had and the strain the whole mess put on both me & my PTSD and Mike.  Assholes.  But I’m not that litigious. 

Also, I have come off of two medications – and I’m feeling much better in many ways.  My head is clearer and I’ve actually had the urge to write again. (Which means I’m planning on doing NaNo again!)  And, if I don’t refill this med, I’ll be off a third. I’ve been out of it for a couple of days now.  I’m feeling pretty good.

Mike and I are training for next year’s MS Bike Ride. It’s fantastic! I love cycling and I’m good at it. I’ve never had anyone say, “Yeah, you can do THAT marathon” before.  The conversation with Mike went something like this:

Me: *listening to radio ad for the fundraiser* I’ve always wanted to do that.

Mike: Oh yeah? We could do that.

Me: Really? You think so? I think it’d be fun and MS research is the closest thing to FMS research there is. 

Mike: You can do anything you want to do. It would be fun.

So we are taking my GT LTS-3 and his equally nearly-ancient bike out on tours of London’s multi-use pathways.  London is a gorgeous city.

A generous portion of the proceeds for A Year in the Life of S. Claus will be going to our MS Fundraiser. We are riding as a team and fundraising as a team.  The MS Ride website suggests five thousand dollars as the suggested team donation. 

We’re a team of two; that’s a lot of money.

Sure, I have some fundraising ideas – like the proceeds and a bake sale at the Ignite Your Soul Event in London (more about that in another blog…or later in this one) – but it’s a LOT.  You can bet I’ll be asking you all to chip in.  And if you leave your name, the most generous donation will get a prize pack.  Haven’t decided yet, but it will include copies of all 5 books (HW 1-3, Lizendale and the Santa book). 

The Romance:

Mike and I settled on an anniversary date for the start of our relationship. I’m happy. 

And now we are consolidated into one place, that’s pretty cool, too. 

We’re planning on spending our lives together so at some point this blog will see an engagement announcement. 

Then a wedding photograph. 😁

Happy author over here.  

I will do a COVER REVEAL this weekend!  Here’s a little hint:

Santa cover hint

 Pretty, eh? 😉

We’re off to go on a ride.

Have a great night everyone!

Muah!

 

Demon Plague is LIVE!

Good morning, folks!

I am pleased to bring you the second book in my Highland Wolves series:

Demon Plague

Just look at the cover!

HW2 book cover copy 2.jpg

I know the back is a tad difficult to read but it is readable.

Isn’t it gorgeous?  I love having vibrant, compelling covers.

I say that with zero modesty and a whack of pride.  I spent hours on it a few days ago.   Cried over it even.  

I have to tell you, even though I publish through Amazon/Kindle it is so exciting to see my books available for public consumption!

It’s a lot of hard work to get them there.  The research, planning, character development, writing, editing, editing, editing, editingformatting, cover planning and development.  I could hire someone to do the cover, I suppose, but I like seeing it come together.  

Just in the writing, it’s a huge relief to write THE END at the end of the document.  It’s a milestone but now, to see it for sale (and soon to see it in print), it’s breathtaking.  

Sure, a traditional publisher picking up my books would be wonderful, (or heartstopping) but for now, I will continue to do it this way.

You can see HW2 in print here and on Kindle here.

I hope you enjoy them!  If you missed the 5 day promotion in which HW1 and Lizendale were free on Kindle I’m so sorry but you’ll have to purchase them now.  😉   Both books are also in print, of course, (Highland Wolves 1 can be found in print by clicking on “See all formats” or by clicking here).

You can look at all my books on my Amazon Author page.  

What’s next?

Next, I will be diving into the research for HW4 and I will be editing A Year in the Life of S. Claus.  I am seriously considering submitting it for publishing at Sterling and Stone because of a little book I read put out by them called SANTA: EXPOSED by Guy incognito.  There was a line in the book saying “what if Santa has deals with all the toy companies al over the world?” and it made me want to give them Ari.  First though, it needs at least one run through.

I will begin plotting for NaNo too, I think.  Or at least, I’ll start looking for ideas.   The YA tiger shifter is too short to do it as November’s NaNo, unless I make it a series of 2 or 3 shorts.   Something to consider.

Plus!  I have a college application in for Fanshawe’s online Business Program.   Busy busy, just the way I prefer it.  

I am out of here!  Have housework to do and some rest (it’s been a busy, toxic last week and I’m exhausted) while I plot out what’s going on over the next few months.  

Have a wonderful day!  

Muah!

 

*girlie scream of excitement*

See?!  A good reason for the scream.

See?! A good reason for the scream.

I am totally stoked.  This is the announcement I mentioned a couple of weekends ago.  I had some technical issues – Createspace and I were just not getting along as far as the formatting goes – but I got them resolved and here you have it.  Lizendale, for sale.

Lizendale was up on Lulu many years ago but it was not the quality it should be.  I did not have a great experience with Lulu either so when the contract ended I was happy to take the book down and revamp it.  The book as a whole reads much better now.   The prologue is, still, a short story all on its own.  Meeting Irisi and Alexander is important to the rest of the story.  It is full of violence and love and eroticism, just like you’d expect from me.

Their daughter, Alexi, is a wonderful girl.  She has a gift with people, animals and plants alike.  Everything she pays attention to is happier.  Animals thrive, plants grow.  She is intelligent, compassionate, and always sunny.  She worries about her mother and loathes her father – and learns later just exactly why she should.  That loathing is the only dark spot in a girl that is otherwise, pure light. Magni, on the other hand, is barely contained violence.  He is a ruthless male, a hunter of evil and almost two centuries old when he first encounters Alexi.

Magni is Talos.  They are a step above humans in the evolutionary scale. They have great mastery over the energy that is in all things.  They can manipulate at will, from changing the temperature in a room to shifting molecules around to change their own shape or that of something else. In Magni’s world, one rumoured about but not quite known to most humans, the Talos are born with half a soul.  They are creatures of the light until they become 500 years old or so.   At that point, darkness starts creeping in, unless they have found the person holding the other half of their soul.  It comes to a point where they have to choose – end their lives or give into the darkness and become Winnigo. (Winnigo is a term I borrowed from Native American mythology.  As best I can remember from my research, it is a form of demon, inasmuch as that culture has demons.) Alexi is the other half of Magni.  His attraction to her is instant but he is forced to wait for five years before he can claim her.  As soon as he presents himself to her, she is smitten.  They quickly learn what love is, what that connection of souls means.  

And, almost as quickly, darkness finds them in the form of a Winnego named J’aret.  J’aret’s initial motivation is revenge but then he learns what Alexi is – the prophesied girl, the one who walks the line between human and Talos, born to be Mated to Talos.  The one who mates her will have the greatest power of all, able to rule human, Talos and Winnego alike.    The book is dark, violent, erotic, passionate and full of love, all at the same time.  Kind of like Sherrilyn Kenyon’s BDB series, IMO.  

You can find it here. For now.  It’ll be on Amazon soon and I will share the link for that as soon as it happens. I have to adjust the formatting to get it on Kindle but I’m already working on that. I will have a giveaway very soon too. How could I not? 😉

Have a great evening, folks!

Muah!

Alas, poor Yorick…

Not that I knew him well but there are days I can certainly relate.

Good morning!  I have just had the most fun conversation about stuff I need but can’t afford that I’ve ever had.  Everybody say, “Hi Jae!”

I’ll pretend you did.  Jae, of the incredibly sexy voice I’d happily listen to while he told me exactly what to do to make myself cum for him, works for GoDaddy.com.  And he could give me those instructions over the phone or blindfold me and do it in person.

I bet he’s blushing now.  *grins* I did tell him that I’d stopped paying attention to what he was saying because I had begun to try to figure out how to describe his voice to my readers.  After I told him I write “very adult fiction” he looked up my website and blog and bookmarked them both.  

Isn’t it lovely that the first one he’ll read (presumably) is about him, even just a little bit?

Now, the reason Jae called me is because today my ownership of my domain names, and the hosting, for my website runs out.  I do not have the money to renew.  Being disabled and perennially broke makes doing anything to get out of being perennially broke extremely difficult.  

I love my website.  I truly do.  Jason did some good work there. I know that a few things need to be changed – like the fonts on some pages and the Where to Buy page (continue reading for information about that) – but it is gorgeous.  I really want to keep it but I cannot afford the original $308 to renew for two years, nor the near $200 for the single year (see why I chose 2 years? Cheaper.).  

Jae gave me all kinds of info about penalties and how long I have before said penalties are applied to renewals.  We talked for a while.  I admit to prolonging the conversation (and coming away with damp panties).  

I prolonged it with bits like this:

He said, after he’d had sufficient time for his brain to process very adult fiction, “It’s too bad there isn’t a button you could click and …well, I’d be happy to read a few sentences for you.”

I sucked in a gasp at the thought of him reading lines from scenes like when Liam claimed Anna as his slave and ordered her to suck Marcus’s cock.  I said, “Duuuude! Don’t say that. That would get us off on a whole other tangent that should not be recorded for your boss.” My word, he has a sexy laugh too.

And then, sadly, the time came for our time together to end.  He ended the call with “Is there anything else I can do for you?” I said, “Yes but it doesn’t go with your job.”

*ahem*

Needless to say, that this point, it looks like my long-awaited, beautiful website is going to go down.  Hopefully, at the end of the month, maybe as early as next week, it will return but who knows.

Meanwhile!  You can actually buy HW1 on Amazon and Kindle. If you want an autographed copy you can email me at caitybowman@gmail.com . The cost for that is $15 – I have to pay for shipping but it is the same price no matter where in the world you are.  It is the Amazon cover.

I, Caity Bowman, do solemnly swear to put Lizendale up next week.  I will be going over HW2 one more time as soon as I finish HW3.  My goal for publication is July 1st.  After that, Birdie and Rolf will see print.  

I am going to have lunch now and do some more writing in HW3.  

May you find as much pleasure in this Wednesday as I did this morning. 😉  

Muah!

Oh! By the Way…

This week marks my third year anniversary with WordPress!

This blog will be number 277 and I have 253 blog followers.  

I have decided, in order to mark the occasion, that when I hit 300 followers, I will do a giveaway.  

Prizes will be announced closer to the time. 

Mostly because I still have to figure them out.  They will, however, definitely include autographed books.

Hopefully there will be more entrants than last time!  

I have vast amounts of affection for you guys.  And, in honour of the three years, I will be putting HW1 AND Lizendale up on Amazon and Kindle in the next week.  

Muah!

WOOT! IT’S LIVE BABY!

Celebration time, come on! (courtesy of google)

Celebration time, come on! (courtesy of google)

My website is live and it is smokin’ hot!

Check it out.

 

http://catherinebowman.ca

It is phenomenal.  So totally gorgeous.  The excerpt pages are a little hard to read because of the font colour but there were few options and that, overall, seemed to be the best one. The fonts on the character pages may get lightened up a bit too.  

I am literally so happy I’m in tears.  

Something monumental this way comes.

And I can’t wait.

Check out the link and let me know what you think!

Muah!

“The End”

Gods how I love those words!

Here, look at them again:

Aren't they glorious?

Aren’t they glorious?

Yes, I took a picture of my laptop. *laughs*

That particular story is the one for Dad for Father’s Day.  I finally finished it!

As he’s in surgery this morning, I have good timing.  I will edit it over the next little bit and send it off to him.  It will give him something (brief) to read during recover.  Right now it’s 8,950 words.  My goal was to keep it under 10k so I did well.  

Now, edit this and get back to Highland Wolves!  Woot woot.

Off to make lunch.

Muah!  

PS.  Surgery went well.  Ended up being less invasive than they thought so Dad will have no physio and a shorter recover time.  All most excellent.  

2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog again.   I am pleased to see that there were 2,300 views this year.  It’s not a lot in general – definitely not for a ‘successful’ blog – but it’s a great thing for me.  And it’s 100 more times than last year.

Progress, she is good. 😉

My year in review:

– My son turned 18!  He is an adult now.  It’s kind of scary how much time has passed but I do love the man he is becoming.

– He also graduated high school and began an apprenticeship for mechanics.  He works his ass off and I couldn’t be prouder.

– My daughter just turned 15!  Tall, gorgeous, funny and an honour roll student, she’s someone I am pleased to have in my life.

– The Boyfriend and I celebrated three years together. I am so pleased to have him in my life I can’t tell you.  It’s a wholly different relationship than any I have had before.  It began with a conscious decision not to make the mistakes of the past.

– The Grandbaby turned a year old too.  She is getting to be quite big too.  She is a happy little thing.  We haven’t seen her in a long time.  I am hoping 2015 brings her into our lives more often.

I did Shades of Pink again, though I didn’t succeed at NaNo this year.

Let’s see…  What am I forgetting?

Oh yes!

I got to go to Scotland.   The dream I have dreamt my entire life has finally come true.  Now, of course, I am determined to go back.

There have been some lows – like my back  – but I wouldn’t trade the last year for anything.

What’s in store for 2015?   A move, most definitely.  I think we’ll get our house this year.  Possibly back surgery, definitely rehab.  A lot of editing!  I am determined to get HW1 back on the market and follow it up with HW2.  I’d also like to see Lizendale and Vini, Vidi, Vici out there too.   A friend of mine has a marketing plan for his book that involves me.  I think I will try to be more sociable among the other bloggers, especially the ones I follow.  After all, how can you expect to get looked at if you don’t do any looking too?  

And lots more photography.  Getting out there to do it isn’t easy right now but I am trying.  I have a few pictures to post for you tomorrow, I think.  Maybe Thursday, start the year off in a gorgeous way.

I am off to get breakfast, blast some music and do some writing.

You guys rock and it makes me happy every time someone likes my blog or I see in my stats that people are looking.  Please, please click on the link in your emails so I can see where you’re coming from!

Muah

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,300 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 38 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Success!

Some of you may remember Haley’s Magic, a NaNo I wrote for a special little boy and his sister.  It ended up being YA (12+) but that’s okay, there’s nothing in it they shouldn’t hear.  

Cover

Cover

I am trying to edit it in time to be able to print and bind a copy to give to the real life Liam and Haley.  In order to do the best possible job I gave the book to my daughter to read.  She’s fourteen, loves to read and has fairly discerning taste for her age.  

She read it in less than a day.  I wasn’t home when she finished.

hehehe

hehehe

Apparently, I did a good job.  I told her to pass it on to a couple friends.  She’s still demanding an epilogue.  However, if I let her push me into that then the story will never end.  She will demand more and more and I am just not sure how to make it into a series.  

She laughed, she got mad at me, she sighed happily and, at one point said, “I worry for your sanity.”  When I asked her why she said it was because of this:

The adults left the room and all three kids, who had been meaning to stay up and talk, fell asleep.  Not long after that, Haley began to dream.  She was a little boy living in a big house, somewhere in Ireland, three hundred years ago…

“Thomas Whitney!” the large, slightly harried woman hissed the boy’s name.  “Come back here. That drunkard father of your’s is on a rampage again.  We must hide you.”  She shook her head in exasperation as she hunted him down.  The boy was seven years old, dark haired and dark eyed just like his mother had been before she died at his birth.  Keera had been his wet nurse and she and her husband stayed on to look after him.

Thomas burst into the main hall, Keera hot on his heels, just as his father stumbled through the door, a prostitute on his arm; the same one who had been hanging around for the last several weeks.  Thomas hated her.  She always had this calculating gleam in her eye and she touched everything.

The woman spied Thomas and detached herself from his father.  “Tommy!  Come here baby boy.”  She cooed the words.  Thomas scrambled backwards until he could hide behind Keera’s skirts.  His father’s companion sneered at the nurse as Keera’s husband came into the room.  “You can hide behind your fake mommy all you want.  It won’t help when the time comes.”

Keera scooped the boy up.  He was light for his age, too skinny.  He had gangly limbs, like if he was fed properly he’d have a major growth spurt.  She hugged him tightly to her, eyes seeking out her husband.  He nodded and she waited a moment, avoiding the prostitute’s eyes.

Stephen, Keera’s husband, spoke up loudly.  “Master Conor!  You are home for supper.  Is there anything in particular you would like?”

Conor and the woman turned towards Stephen and Keera took the opportunity to slip back into the shadows with Thomas.  “Come, Thomas,” she whispered.  “We need to stay away from that woman.  You’ll sleep with us tonight.”   She took him to the kitchen to prepare supper.

Thomas didn’t like either his father or that woman who always seemed to be more naked than dressed.  It made him think about his clothes all the time.  He wore the same clothes his father threw at him last year.  They were still too big but they were starting to get raggedy around the cuffs and hems, despite Keera’s best efforts.

Hours later, after Thomas had been fed and put to bed, after the house was dark and the fires banked, a great darkness rose.  Conor looked at the woman.  “Are you sure this will work, Tara?”

She cackled as she painted the last of the upside down pentacle.  “Greater desires require greater rituals.”  She stood and looked around.  The twin points of the pentagram pointed north, rather than south; there were candelabras at each point filled with black beeswax candles.  A short distance away rested a table much higher at one end than the other.  There were straps attached at four points.  A large bucket rested at the lowest end of the table with a long, sharp looking knife.

The blade was unusual.  They had stumbled upon the thing the old smithy on the ranch.  The blade was bent in the middle, a wide angle up, with one serrated edge.  They didn’t know where it came from but it seemed right.  Perfect for their purpose.

“We’re ready?”

“Aye.  Let’s go get ‘im.”

They headed to the servants quarters.  It was a messy job dispatching with Stephen and Keera but they finally got it done and had Thomas strapped to the table, head down.

“Da!  What are you doing? Da!”  Thomas was struggling and crying.  “Da!  DA!  Let me go! Da, please.  I’ll be a good boy.  Please.  I’ll get a job. I’ll work.  I’ll look after the sheep. Da!”  Thomas was crying in earnest now.  “Please please let me go Da.  What did I do wrong?”

The drunken pair ignored him.  They stood on either side of him and ignored his near hysterical babbling for freedom and forgiveness.  They clasped hands over his head and lowered their own heads.  “Lucifer come to us.  Lucifer we beg of thee.  Accept this sacrifice we give to thee.  Give us what we ask. Lucifer come to us.” 

Tara grabbed Thomas’s chin and cranked his head back as Conor grabbed the knife.  With a swift move he sliced Thomas’s throat.  Blood sprayed up and out, soaking them both in blood and scaring Tara.  She shrieked a little in surprise then laughed as the spray died to a trickle.  The blood began to pour into the bucket. 

Tara took the knife from Conor who had had the opposite reaction to the blood.  He stood stock still in shock and began to feel some regret.  “Oh God, what have we done.”

“Freed ourselves!”  Tara sawed at Thomas’s neck.  The blade kept getting stuck in the vertebrae.  She tugged and fought until the head came free.  She picked it up by the hair and danced over to the inverted pentagram.  “Is the blood all drained yet?”

“Ah…” Conor shook himself, reminding himself about the money they were going to get by doing this ritual.  He looked at his son’s headless corpse and nodded.  “Yes, it’s done.  Done enough.”

“Great!  Bring the bucket over here and put it in the middle.”

Unseen and unheard, Thomas was still begging his father for forgiveness. He didn’t realize he was stuck with them.  Bound to them by the dagger they used to kill him.  “Da!  Please listen to me! Please!  What did I do?  Please forgive me. Please, Da!”

Conor put the bucket of Thomas’s blood in the center of the pentacle. Then the two stepped outside the Circle and chanted again.  “Lucifer come to us.  Lucifer we beg of thee.  Accept this sacrifice we give to thee.  Give us what we ask. Lucifer come to us. Come to us!  Grant us our boon.  Lucifer.  Luc-i-fer. Luc-i-fer.”

Suddenly the blood began to boil. Tara gasped and danced around the Circle.  “He’s coming!  Conor, he heard us.  Lucifer is coming.”

Lucifer did indeed arrive.  He burst from the bucket of blood with a roar of pleasure.  He could feel the terror in the blood.  He rose in all his glory, coated in Thomas’s blood. “Ahh… a worthy sacrifice indeed.  Frightened and,” he paused to lick his finger then he stilled, “innocent.  Too innocent.”  He looked around until he spotted Thomas’s head.  Then he howled in fury.

“You dared to kill a child and expected me to be happy?”  He looked around some more and spotted Thomas himself.  He tilted his head as if he was listening and then he nodded.  “Darling child, please remove yourself until I call you.”  He waited a long moment then turned on Conor and Tara with a snarl.  “You fools!  You bound him to you by using that dagger.”  A moment later he was in action, tearing them limb from limb. 

By the time he stopped, blood, entrails and body parts littered the great hall.  He cleaned himself with a thought then called for Thomas.  He saw the boy’s spirit hiding in a corner.  “Oh you poor boy.  Come to me, I will do my best to keep you safe.  Unfortunately, you will be forced to spend time in Purgatory because of those two, but only until I can undo the spell that binds you.”

Haley woke screaming, followed shortly by Liam and Kessie.  In her thrashing she had grabbed both her bedmates and shared the dream with them. 

She’s never read any of my work before, although she has helped develop some of the violence, so it’s not a surprise she was shocked.  

I am pleased that she loves it.  *grins*

Have a good Friday evening everyone!  Tomorrow we are going to a vintage motorcycle show but I will try to get your photoblog up.  The theme is elemental. 

Muah!