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An Exciting #Fantasy World – #5Star #review

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I’m honored! Just discovered this #5Star #book #review of #DarkFey The Reviled

The novel established an exciting fantasy world

July 16, 2019

Verified Purchase

Format: Kindle Edition

I love to read unique texts, and this one certainly is one. The author has a voice and an interesting style of writing, which complimented this metaphysical novel. I enjoy fantasy, especially one that deals with fey or elves, and this one beautifully merges the world of the light and dark fey. I enjoyed the development of the characters, especially the main character Ayla, who won my heart right from the start due to her empathy and genuine willingness to help. I found the character of Gairynzvl most entertaining, as he is the one who keeps being tested throughout the story. There’s a constant tension between the main characters as well as the darkness and light sides, which keeps you turning the pages.

The novel established an exciting fantasy world, and since it’s the first in the series, I look forward to read on.

Review by SacredGeometryBlog

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~Morgan ~

Unmatched Beauty- #visual #poetry

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Brazen Reverie – #Passionate #Love #Poetry

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The Hours of Night Pour through the casement,

Secret, Yet Unhidden;

Clutching at my Train of Thought;

An Addiction that’s Unbidden.

Twilight circles Menacing outside the Darkened door,

Her Indigo spread wide;

Cloaking all my Reticence,

Until I’ve nowhere left to Hide.

The Hours strike and echo in this Brazen Reverie,

Impervious to Haste;

With You, Initiative is Sweet,

Though rarely ever Chaste!

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer and Model.  Thank You~

You and I – #Romantic #LovePoetry

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Sweet Entanglement of Blissful Sighs,

You Whisper to my Heart in

Songs only my Spirit knows;

Lover of my Every Whim,

ArchAngel of my Passion and Truest

Minister of my every Dream,

Reach, Sweetest Darling, with Your

Exquisite Hands,

Touch this Love that sends deepest Shivers

Through the very Essence of me;

For All I am,

All I could ever Be,

All I shall ever aspire to become

Already Knows you;

Your most Handsome details,

Your guileless Gaze Whispering

Of All You are,

All You could ever Be,

All you Shall Ever Aspire to Become;

Desire Unified,

Love Eternal,

Most Beguiling Kiss and Enamored Sigh;

Each Second,

Each Heartbeat,

You

And I

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original photography by: ~Jessica1986 on deviantART

One Breath, One Beat – #Love #Poetry

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Impose upon my Heart

Thy Love’s Command,

For I will more Willingly Obey

Than Draw my next Breath.

From Thee Alone does my Love and Life extend,

And if I cannot Breathe Thee,

I would choose to Breathe

Not At All.

Compel my Heart to Pound

For Thee Alone, My Love,

For it would more Ardently Keep

Temperate Time with Thine,

Than Beat a single measure Unaided by Thy Fervor;

And if I cannot Touch Thy Heart,

I would choose for mine to Beat

Not At All.

~Morgan~

Photography found at : http://www.intent.com

Angel of Mercy- #Fantasy #WIP #Teaser

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My current WIP Angel of Mercy just passed 100K words today!  I’m really excited because none of my previous 3 books even came close to that many. No diss to Dark Fey, I love my trilogy, though I do often wish I could go back and add more to the story, but right now I’m focused entirely on Angel.  What is this new story about?  I’m so glad you asked….

Its a Post Apocalyptic Fantasy Romance. It tells the story of life after the first 3 Horsemen, Pestilence, War and Famine, have ridden. In the 4th Era after the Great Cataclysm, (roughly 400 years in the future) the final horseman, Death, is caged and waiting on the Archangel of Mercy to release him. Tzadkiel has been sent to earth in human form to find one human who still understands Mercy. He has been given 100 years, after which Death must be released. With only 4 years remaining, he finds her; a servant named Lourdes, but they must escape the harsh dictatorship of the Eminent Protectorate and find a place of sanctuary before the appointed hundred years are spent and Death is freed from the abyss.

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Intrigued?  Me too!  So in honor of this momentous occasion I’m sharing a short teaser too!

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Her moan drew him out of the dark well of agony he had become so accustomed to and he opened his eyes to look around uncertainly.  He thought he had heard speaking, but could not combat the heavy darkness pulling him downward; yet this soft sound drew him back. Surely it had not been a manifestation of his mind.  Had it?  Was this sound some indication that his mind was attempting to disengage from his tortured body?  Was it like the screams he had heard only moments ago, just a figment of his imagination? Had it been only moments ago or had he slipped into unconsciousness and they had actually been nothing but a dream?  Or perhaps days ago?

His thoughts were a tangle of pain and confusion that made him doubt himself, but then another soft noise beside the table captured his full attention.  Was it crying?  Was it an animal that had found its way into the chamber or had the young servant returned? His thoughts spun for a moment as he considered. Was this even the same day as when he had seen her?  He had no point of reference; his memory was a disjointed haze of anguish, torment, and severing isolation that fragmented his thought into pools of jagged darkness.  They spun slowly, reaching for him, drawing him inward and the quiet calm at its center was irresistible.

He closed his eyes again.

Silence deep and soothing.

Stillness.

“You do not need to suffer this.”  A deep, resonant voice filled the obscurity surrounding him. It encircled his essence like spiraling water, pulling him up from the pit into which he had fallen.  He was himself again, vibrant and strong, the spiritual embodiment of mercy in its purest form. Turning slowly, he searched the blackness for the one who spoke.

“I know.”  His voice echoed as well.

“They only hurt you because you allow it.”  Again, the deep voice echoed into the gloom.  He nodded distractedly, the sensation of the absence of pain euphoric.

“I know.”  The diffuse light surrounding him shifted from golden-white to murky red.

“I wait.” He suddenly understood. It was the one behind him, waiting to be released, waiting for him to be satisfied that there were no longer any living souls of mercy left among the lost throng of humanity, but he wasn’t convinced this was true.  Not yet.  He repeated himself more assertively.

“I know.”

“Time grows short.”  He understood this as well.  He had been given 100 years.  If a single soul could not be found in so vast a stretch of time, then it would be accepted that none remained and the final Horseman, Death, would be released. He had waited all this time, but was obviously growing impatient.  Squaring his shoulders, Tzadkiel pierced the darkness with his deep violet gaze and spoke formidably.

“100 years has been appointed and I shall not be rushed.”  Slowly the murky-red haze diminished back into darkness as a low growl acknowledged the final Horseman’s acceptance that he would continue to wait.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by aenaluck

Please #vote for Breaking into the Light- #BookCoverContest

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Last week for voting…

May I please ask for your vote for Dark Fey Breaking into the Light?

It has been nominated for the AllAuthor #BookCoverContest.

Thank you ever so much for your kind support.

https://allauthor.com/cover-of-the-month/5093/

Under Your Gaze- #passionate #love #poetry

 

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Passion spills from my heart,

Pounds from my soul,

Thunders from all that shivers inside,

Under your burning gaze

Desire melds like music and muse

Longing heartbeats cascade

In tempestuous calamity

Under your burning gaze

All that lies unseen

And all that waits, unspoken

Comes to life and trembles

Under your burning gaze

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~Morgan ~

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Beautiful original photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer and model. Thank you ~

Author Interview – Cynthia Morgan

I am delighted and honored to have recently been interviewed by Author Sandra Jackson….

 

via Author Interview – Cynthia Morgan

A Splendid Giggle – #ThoughtsonLife #Laughter #JoyfulLiving

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I recently read an article about the (not so) amazing benefits of laughter (found here: http://www.webmd.com/balance/features/give-your-body-boost-with-laughter) , which got me thinking… When was the last time you had a really splendid giggle? A laugh-until-you-cried laugh? If it’s been more than a few days, then it may have been too long.

My coworkers and I went for lunch one bright day…nothing special, just a little spot nearby that has really good pork barbeque sandwiches ( which is a specialty in our part of the country and not at all what you might expect since no BBQ sauce is involved)….and ice cream! Not necessarily a great combo, but when you have a few hours to kill…

If you know anything about me yet, you know one thing for sure; wherever I go, laughter ensues. Not to say that I can’t be serious, I can, but giggles are just so nice, really, aren’t they? So it doesn’t take very long before we are doing more laughing than eating, before we are quoting Seinfeld episodes, Big Bang Theory, and generally having more fun than anyone else in the place. Not unusual, actually; I like to enjoy myself.

It’s a Friday, by the by. This means it’s the one day a week I allow myself a soda (or Pop, depending on your location), specifically Mountain Dew Voltage: Bottled Blue Bliss. 90 lovely mg’s of caffeinated liquid candy to supercharge my morning, since I am most assuredly NOT a morning person. On top of that I’ve also ingested an additional 96 mg’s of caffeine thanks to a morning Starbuck’s Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte (but that is a post entirely worthy of itself!) In other words, I am about as revved as a person can legally be during the first three hours of the work day.

I confess Diet Coke with lunch was not a brilliant idea and at this point, I am the resident entertainment for my coworkers, it’s a lark, if you can keep up with me, but this is not the end of the story…No No No! This is the beginning. I mentioned this lovely little luncheonette serves Ice Cream, did I not? Yes, I did and they do, but they do not serve just the plain old dish with a few rainbow sprinkles; they create masterpieces of confection worthy of the Louvre.

Admittedly, the sundae should have been the entire meal, but in all honesty, it was an afterthought, and in spite of my vociferous protestations, my charming coworkers select the perfect dessert prepared especially for me.

Peanut Butter Overload. (and yes, it is everything it’s name promises it will be) Chocolate ice cream, hot fudge, liquid peanut butter, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup pieces, peanuts and, in case that isn’t quite enough sugar to put you into a coma, whipped cream with three….THREE…cherries. (feel free to insert orgasmic sigh here) Heaven Help Me!

Thirty minutes later, I am officially buzzed without having ingested even an infinitesimal drop of alcohol, but we have to get back to work, believe it or not. Into the car we climb (and I actually manage that miraculous feat without incident), and off we go. 15 minute drive, Easy Peasy, right?

Wrong.

I cannot honestly tell you what set me off. In my state, it may have been anything, but I start giggling. It’s a cute little giggle, really, and it’s as infectious as any giggle could be. Unaware of the joke, my coworkers join in and before long we are all laughing, which is ridiculous, since no one knows what we are laughing at, which makes me laugh all the more; curls bouncing, tears coming, cant-catch-my-breath mirth that has a predictable outcome. Everyone else laughs too, until we are all breathless and teary-eyed.

Honestly, I have no idea how we got back to work, since my friend driving the car was crying so hard she couldn’t possibly see the road, but make it back we did and, after sitting in the parking lot for another five minutes catching our breath we finally dismount and adjourn to the office.

Not amazingly, (after the queue for the loo diminished) although the morning had been taxing, we now felt refreshed, rejuvenated and (I’m looking for another R-word)…revitalized; sugar and caffeination not withstanding, (since I was the only one thusly intoxicated.)

So the next time you are feeling peckish, feel free to find a little luncheonette and enjoy a bite with your crew, but be sure,

be Absolutely SURE,

that you have yourself an UTTERLY SPLENDID GIGGLE.

~Morgan~

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Wonderful Image found on Pinterest