might just believe in magic again! Fans of Juliet Marillier’s
‘Daughter of the Forest’ series will find themselves right at home.
the father of her child. But when her absent mother shows up and
tells her that her baby needs to be blessed by the moon goddess to
keep her safe, Finna’s newfound confidence disappears. The Otherworld
her mother describes sounds tantalizing. And by the time Finna
discovers the truth it is too late. Her only hope is to make it out alive.
“How nice to see ye fell for my little trap,” Brandubh said languidly as he approached them. He grabbed Finna’s arm. “Come with me, my dear, I’ll show ye the way out…no no, don’t worry about your mother, she’ll come along in a minute.” He dragged her into a small round room. “Give me one reason not to kill ye right now.” His dark eyes bored into hers as he fished a knife out from under his robe.
psychic does little to help. But when a shipment of paintings arrives
in the gallery where she works her mind really begins to unravel.
What she sees in one of those paintings has to be an hallucination.
How could she be seeing herself running with wolves in the background
of a landscape simply hanging on the wall? Little does she know what
The psychic’s eyes turned glassy and unfocused as she picked up Maeve’s hands. Maeve heard the words, ‘lifeline,’ ‘love affair,’ ‘trip,’ but her eyelids refused to stay open. The last conscious thought she had was how hot Gertrude’s hands were–from that moment on it was as if she was in a trance or asleep. As she dozed she heard the slap of cards being placed on the table, Gertrude’s indrawn breath. Something happened, a sound or a clap that brought her back to consciousness. Gertrude’s eyes were wide and frightened but a split second later she smiled.
“Thank you,” she said, rising from the chair to usher Maeve out.
“But wait—what happened?”
“There is darkness in your future.”
“Darkness? What does that mean?”
“I told you everything during our session. You will remember.”
“But I don’t remember anything!”
destruction in his wake. The only hope is a prophecy written
centuries before. But the woman named hasn’t a clue. How can a
green girl from the States come to grips with a destiny she didn’t
even know existed?
think about is her boyfriend, Harold who she left behind. But what
lies ahead includes him too, and will take both Maeve and Harold into
a dangerous world they could never have imagined.
When the soft breeze touched her cheek, Maeve breathed deeply, savoring the sweet scent riding the air.
The druid touched her arm, pulling her attention away from the pastoral scene. “You have been summoned here to restore the balance.”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“You are part of an ancient prophecy, Maeve—I witnessed the ceremony to name you. Not name you in the way you imagine, more like naming the force you would become—a blessing bestowed by the moon goddess.”
“This is a dream—I mean it has to be, doesn’t it?”
girl and Maeve’s obsession with the faery known as the ‘love
talker’ lie many twisted paths. When the elven queen becomes part
of the equation it takes more than love to reweave what’s been
unraveled. A Fae civil war brings Harold’s alter ego, King Kenneth
MacAlpin, to the fore, possibly ruining Maeve and Harold’s
relationship forever. Danger abounds, bringing with it hard decisions
and possibly death.
It was only a minute later that an enormous raven appeared at the lip of the canyon, startling me so much that I dropped the apple I’d bitten into. The apple rolled away and disappeared over the cliff edge. The raven watched me, its dark eye intelligent and knowing. The war is over, I told myself, holding the baby close. The ravens are my friends now. They are no longer bewitched. But the bird didn’t move from its spot, its beady eye fastened on me. “What do you want?” I finally asked, a frisson of fear snaking up my spine. The bird lifted off on wings as black as night and flew away.
in California. I’ve been an avid reader since I first learned how and
a writer from my early teenage years on. I’ve had several art related
businesses, including greeting cards and more recently a silk
painting business. When I began to write in earnest I put aside the
art, concentrating only on the writing.
Scotland holds a special place in my heart, hence the setting for
“The Moonstone”. I had to make a 4th trip there to do
research as I was putting the book together!
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