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#FridayFantasy – Crimson – #Fantasy #Preview

11 Friday Aug 2017

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Turning the shadowy corner, she thought to press on, in spite of the many Legionnaires filling the encampment; crowding round its many sulfur braziers with faces half-covered to protect themselves from the malodorous fumes while hoping to extract some measure of warmth from the ineffectual fires.  Disguised beneath the veil of bent light she had cast round herself in order to traverse the dangerous avenues of the Uunglarda unseen, Ilys stepped onward lightly without a sound or any indication of her presence; yet as she came to the end of the street, where a black tent marked the Centurion’s quarters,  a Legionnaire in crimson leather strode purposefully into the middle of the street, stopped directly in her path, and glared at her.

She froze; catching her breath and refusing to breathe so not to give herself away as her mind spun, seeking some means of escape.  She remained invisible behind the ripple of light she bent round herself, but his crimson stare pierced into her from beneath a broad, brown leather bandana, which kept his shoulder-length, jet black hair from falling into his eyes.  In the mustiness and reek of the Bathracht encampment, he had turned the collar of his coat up and had cinched it tightly to avert some measure of the noxious fumes poisoning the air. He stood unmoving with his arms crossed assertively across his broad chest while, in an incongruously non-threatening gesture, his held his wings tightly folded behind him.

“Yes, I can see you.”  His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, but it sent a shudder through her that made her teeth chatter…..

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This snippet introduces one of several new characters in Breaking Into The Light.  His name is Nunvaret and he is a Captain of Demonfey.

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~Morgan~

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#FridayFantasy – Beyond – #DailyHaikuChallenge

04 Friday Aug 2017

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Into the Beyond

Entrance to the Forgotten

Whispers in the gloom

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see  The Original Post from Day One

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Day 279 / 365

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A Haiku glimpse into Dark Fey.

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Primal – #DailyHaikuChallenge

27 Thursday Jul 2017

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Restless sensations

Interposing this stillness

Primal Compulsions

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see  The Original Post from Day One

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Day 272 / 365

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#FridayFantasy – The Life of a Legionnaire

21 Friday Jul 2017

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Blaylscith scattered in all directions through puddles of murky, gray water as a battalion of mud-spattered Legionnaires tramped into the bustling encampment.  Straggling behind the main group and panting with over-exertion, a second unit followed closely, but unlike the former, who marched in unison and carried their weapons with strength and purpose; those who followed were ragged and in visible disarray.  Many of these bore scars that stood out in vivid contrast against their pallid complexions and others nursed fresh wounds; a testament to their harrowing existence, which was exemplified when the unit came to a halt and many stragglers stumbled or nearly collapsed out of fatigue.

When the battalion of Demonfey ahead of them stopped, they stamped the ends of their spears into the ground or clapped their swords against shields as they voiced a growling, unified exclamation that echoed along the bleak way and sent shivers of fear through any who heard them.

“Raah!”   These were the Legionnaires of the Realm; fiercely loyal to their Centurion and vicious of nature, not only in battle, but with any who crossed them.  Their uniforms were spattered by the mud of the road, but they were in good repair; made of finely worked leathers treated with oil to repel water, and their weapons were fashioned of exceptionally-wrought steel by skilled Dlalth hands in the forges of Vrasduuhl, the centermost and chief city of the Uunglarda.

In contrast to this disciplined, brutally efficient regiment, those who followed behind were under-nourished, poorly equipped with second-hand, over-utilized weapons, and wore clothing that had been repeatedly patched, were soaked through from the pouring rain and distinctly unclean.  These were Legionnaires who had been forced to undertake their oaths of service after years of harsh punishments and deprivation.  They were the insignificant and the irrelevant; the expendable vanguard who would suffer the greatest number of injuries and fatalities before the highly-trained, ferocious Demonfey ever stepped onto the field of battle.

As icy rain leeched down in heavy torrents, the battalion of Demonfey were rapidly processed and sent off toward the tent where hearty provisions awaited them.  The remaining Legionnaires were left standing in the downpour with little thought to their comfort or the fact that several had fallen out of utter exhaustion.  Lying in the pooling rain, their needs were ignored by those standing round them.  They were all fully cognizant of the fact that any display of compassion would only result in further torment or punishment, but although they were weary beyond measure and, in spite of the fact that some had not eaten for days, they stood in the downpour with grim, mute endurance and waited.

Long after the Legionnaires of the Realm had enjoyed a satisfying meal, one of the Captains returned to those still waiting in the rain, who were now shivering violently from weariness and exposure to the elements.  Compelling them to undergo an inspection, the Captain first released only those who were still able to follow his instructions while he callously ignored those who had fallen or who could no longer force themselves to obey.  Sending the first group off to the provisions tent to scavenge whatever food and drink might remain, the Captain then summoned one of his Lieutenants who carried a barbed lash.  Mercilessly, he stalked through those few who remained hunched against the deluge, handing them the lash and forcing them to beat those who had fallen until they scrabbled, wailing, to their feet.  Only when all the remaining nonessential Legionnaires were once again standing, did the Captain give consent for them to join the others in search of any provisions that might yet remain.

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This is a snippet from book three of the Dark Fey Trilogy, Breaking Into The Light.  It is an unexpected insight into the life of a Dark Fey Legionnaire.  Book three of the series is filled with shifting perspectives as both sides learn to See each other as they truly are, opening the portal trust and, ultimately………

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#FridayFantasy – Phantom

21 Friday Jul 2017

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Phantom dressed in the robes of Night
Ethereal Dream Beguiling my Sight
Holding my Gaze
While the room round us Sways
Spectacle Gleaming in Shadows and Light!

Phantom Staring with Unspoken Need
Transient Dream Of Intrepid Deed
Engendering Sighs
Without Ruse or Guise
Unleash Your Magic of Fervent Greed!

Phantom Waiting in Silent Contemplation
Whispering Dream Without Cessation
Standing, Waiting,
Blatantly Debating,
Awaken the Phantoms of Dulcet Predation!

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Admittedly a bit of a switch for me from the typical light, bright and beautiful, but where there is light….

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#FridayFeyDay – I Am Here – #Epic #Fantasy #Teaser

21 Friday Apr 2017

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Today I am sharing three teasers of interactions between the two lead characters of Dark Fey:  the Dark Fey Gairynzvl and Ayla, a Fey of the Light offering a glimpse into the changing complexity of their relationship.  In this final offering, an excerpt from the unreleased third book of the trilogy Breaking Into The Light, we see how their relationship has grown in tenderness and intimacy.  I truly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this short, yet beautiful love scene.

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Returning from the village with those who were eager to gather round the fire and share the small feast with the Liberators of the childfey, Ayla and Ilys strolled with several other shefey who were not presently tending the younglings rescued from the Uunglarda.  Talking quietly, they walked past the barns and stable yards without as much as a second glance; yet as they moved toward the roaring fire and bantering malefey, Ayla stopped abruptly, her mind filling with a soft, drawn-out whisper she recognized only too well.

“Ayla.”

Gasping in dismay, she covered her face with her hands as her heart lurched with dread.  Fearing the worst, that Gairynzvl had succumbed to his injuries and was reaching out to her one final time, she could not contain the sudden rush of tearful emotion that assailed her as if intent upon strangling her.  Turning to gaze back at her with annoyed confusion, Ilys scowled fiercely and inquired with a distinctly impatient tone just what was the matter, but before Ayla could gather enough composure to answer, Gairynzvl stepped from the dimly lit entrance of the closest barn, flexing his wings unhurriedly as he moved closer to the shefey.

Catching sight of him, Ilys smiled in surprise with an expression of greater relief than she might have typically chosen to show. To disguise her uncustomary display of emotion, however, she turned abruptly and continued toward the fire with the other shefey.

“Do not cry, Ayla.  I am here.”  He spoke to her softly, the sound of his deep voice causing her to jerk her head up in surprise as she looked round in all directions.  When she located him, the tide of emotion that had sought to overwhelm her shifted, but did not dissipate and she turned to face him even as her tears doubled.  Fully anticipating such a welcome from her, he laughed quietly in amused forbearance with her sentimentality and embraced her.  Bending to encircle her with his strong arms as well as his expansive wings, he drew her close to muffle the sound of her crying against his chest as he hushed her with quiet words meant only for her.

After several moments, he drew back and looked down at her in the flickering light of the nearby radiating fire; ignoring the myriad tumbling questions that poured from her thoughts and capturing her perplexed, amber gaze with an intense stare.  Slowly raising one hand to her chin, he held her gently as his own thoughts spun in a feverish whirlwind that sent both their senses reeling.

“You are here?”  She whispered breathlessly; utterly bewildered by his unforeseen return, but he did not answer.  Moving barely an inch at a time, he drew closer, then closer still; his breath coming deeper; his heart pounding faster; his desire focused on the rosy blush of her lips.

“I am here.”  He whispered back to her.  Another fraction of an inch closer, he paused to stare ardently at her mouth as hammering passion spread through his body and he did not restrict the sensation from transferring to her.  In response to the blaze of his desire, her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she offered herself for his kiss and he could not contain the deep moan that escaped him before pressing his mouth to hers so tantalizingly lightly that she sighed sharply and flutter her wings in blissful abandon.  Moving closer, he pulled her against the warmth of his body; his hands cradling her as his soft kisses lingered longer; then longer, until the passion that swirled around them in a dizzying maelstrom prompted her to sigh again, even more profoundly.  Moaning another time with intense pleasure, his thoughts filled with the notion of lifting her into his arms and carrying her into the closest barn to make better use of the darkness and shadows, but even as his desire intensified into a rampant haze, he pulled away.

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You can explore Dark Fey in greater detail, read Reviews, Meet the Characters and enjoy more Teasers at the All Things Dark Fey Website

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#FridayFeyDay – Deliberate Ruse

06 Friday Jan 2017

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Deliberate Ruse,

He tries to Confuse

As the tumbling shadows rend subterfuge.

He Whispers in Darkness;

He Enchants in Moonlight;

Deliberate Ruse,

Intoxicatingly Right.

A Silver Shadow in the Ebon Mist,

No Sound; No Echo

Of His Deliberate Kiss.

I, Standing in Waiting;

He, Plummeting to Earth

As the Ruse of Deception

Rings in His Mirth.

Winged Denizen,

Gloriously Blinding;

His Ravenesque Desire

Deliberately Spellbinding

As the Shadows Shift

And the dimness turns Bright,

His Deliberate Temptation

Ever So Right!

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Inspired by a truly Spellbinding poem entitled The Changeling by Trini Lind of Tales from the Fairies
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Incredible Original Music by Within Temptation.

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#FridayFeyDay – The Black Tent

06 Friday Jan 2017

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Darkness spiraled upon billows of smoke swirling in the raucous clamor of the reeking village and shadows lurched within the thick bleakness.  Through this writhing miasma, a barely perceptible shape moved along the main roadway travelling more rapidly than the ordinary onlooker might track, heading towards the only black tent in camp.

No sounds came from this tent, not any longer, although the cries of a childfey had recently been heard echoing through the neighboring hovels and unkempt buildings lining the street; sounds that had caused many of the resident Dark Ones to withdraw to the farthest end of town or drink more fervently from the nearest bottle.  This tent was known for its horrors.  It was the Centurion’s tent and he frequently took pleasure in causing pain.

. An Excerpt from Dark Fey Standing In Shadows.  The Black Tent of the Centurion of the Reviled Legionnaires strikes fear into even the hardest of the Reviled and with good reason.  Sadistically cruel and dedicated to serving the darkness, the Centurions are monsters that All seek to avoid.  This scene not only hints at their ruthlessness, but, more importantly, begins to indicate that even the Reviled cannot bear the heartless treatment of childfey.

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Deliberate Ruse – #Poetry to #Music

01 Saturday Oct 2016

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Deliberate Ruse

He tries to Confuse

As the tumbling shadows rend subterfuge

He Whispers in Darkness

He Enchants in Moonlight

Deliberate Ruse

Intoxicatingly Right

A Silver Shadow in the Ebon Mist

No Sound; No Echo

Of His Deliberate Kiss

I, Standing in Waiting

He, Plummeting to Earth

As the Ruse of Deception

Rings in His Mirth

Winged Denizen

Gloriously Blinding

His Ravenesque Desire

Deliberately Spellbinding

As the Shadows Shift

And the dimness turns Bright

His Deliberate Temptation

Ever So Right!

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Inspired by a truly Spellbinding poem entitled The Changeling by Trini Lind of Tales from the Fairies
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Incredible Original Music by Within Temptation.

#FridayFantasy – Crimson – #Book #Teaser

09 Friday Sep 2016

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Turning the shadowy corner, she thought to press on, in spite of the many Legionnaires filling the encampment; crowding round its many sulfur braziers with faces half-covered to protect themselves from the malodorous fumes while hoping to extract some measure of warmth from the ineffectual fires.  Disguised beneath the veil of bent light she had cast round herself Continue reading →

#FridayFantasy – Delving into the Shadows

29 Friday Jul 2016

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Gairynzvl risked everything to escape his captivity in the darkness, including committing an act of treason against the Reviled. Yet, in spite of the dangers involved and the very great risk of sparking full-scale war with the Reviled, Gairynzvl has an irrepressible need to go back into the darkness to rescue as many of the childfey trapped there as he can find. The success of his plan will hinge upon more than courage and military strategy; it will call upon the unique skills and magic of each individual who chooses to join his band of Liberators, and it will require a level of dependence upon each other for which few of them are prepared.  Their actions will test all of their limits, could easily divide loyalties, and will shake the foundations of everything The Fey of The Light have accepted as truth for thousands of years.

Slipping into the darkness through darkness is easy.  Escaping out again with terrified childfey is another matter, but if they are captured by the Reviled, the band of Liberators will pray for death long before it comes.  The risks are enormous and the possibility for success is doubtful, but the compulsion to do what is right and what is necessary is too great to ignore.

Inspired in part by the true-life events of the Lord’s Resistance Army or LRA, a rebel militant group in Uganda that commonly abducts children and forces them to commit horrifying acts of violence against each other and their own people in combat, Standing in Shadows reaches deeper into the darkness, but never strays entirely out of the Light.  Relating a tale of both fear and hope, the story allows readers to share Gairynzvl’s journey into a restored life; his challenges in making new friends and forging alliances, and the struggle to trust, rather than fear, those around him.

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#FridayFantasy – Kindred Souls

29 Friday Jul 2016

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Ayla was discovered at a very young age to have an especially rare combination of gifts: empathic telepathy, discernment, and the gift of healing. She was dedicated by her parents to become a Guardian of Childfey and spent her young years in the seclusion of the Temple where she studied magic and the ancient rites; where she was taught about the mortal enemy of all Fey of the Light, The Reviled; and where she attempted to learn how to protect herself from the emotions and thoughts of others, although never successfully.

Gairynzvl is a Fey of the Light who was abducted by The Reviled at the age of seven and suffered the intentionally cruel process of neglect, abuse and deprivation is designed to turn childfey from the Light and twist them into monsters. Now fifteen years later, he is a Dark One. He comes in shadows and silence; lingering near Ayla and trying to communicate with her. After many months and while she is alone guarding a childfey, Gairynzvl crosses into her home, but he is also unlike anything she ever imagined a Dark One could be. Rather than opening a portal for his Legion so they may enter and take what they want; he commits an act of treason against his own kind and closes it; protecting her as well as the youngling in her care from their cruelty, but what he wants from her is just as terrifying and equally as dangerous as a full Legion of Reviled. Through her extraordinary gifts she listens to him when no others will; she touches his pain and discovers she cannot turn aside from helping him, but the conflict that unfolds is vicious and exceedingly costly, pushing them to their limits and forcing them to grow beyond them.

Dark Fey The Reviled is an epic fantasy filled with suspense, mystery, action, magic and romance. It shares the inspiration of positive hope; the resilience of love, and the power of forgiveness through a tale that is rich with beauty and horror alike.

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Nab your copy here: https://www.amazon.com/Reviled-Dark-Fey-Book-ebook/dp/B00RZMVNQQ

THE REVILED COMPLETE

 

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#FridayFantasy – Dream Stalker

29 Friday Jul 2016

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Dream Stalker

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He Seeks with Visions pressing in,

Darkness Spiraling through the void;

Whispers of Unheard Dichotomy,

With Dreams so Delicately employed.

 

He Delves with Diligence Unleashed,

Insistent where fools may fear to tread;

As Shadows billow in the silver-lush light,

Trading Impetus for stealth instead.

 

He Merges with Yielding Starlit Sighs,

Grasping hold without a single Touch;

Voluptuous Night expanding before him

Like mist curling softly, Permeating much.

 

He Asks through Intractable, Silent tones,

Taking All he cares to Possess;

Stirring the Nighttide with Succulent auras,

Tempestuous fury in Alluring Aggress.

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A Poetic Preview of Dark Fey:  Breaking Into The Light

~Morgan~

. *** A Dream-Stalker is a Dark Fey who comes in dreams, much like an incubus, to tempt, dismay, or to delve secrets otherwise unplundered.  In Dark Fey:  Breaking Into The Light, the leader of all Dark Fey possesses this rarest of all abilities and uses it remorselessly to serve his own, dark means. ***

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