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Christmas in the House of O'Byrne continues...

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     Jacob watched as the six lovely ladies shouted and danced with joy in the meadow filled with wild flowers and butterflies. He could hear Haley laugh as her sisters swung her up and around.The earlier explorers had named this large area Mariposa because of all the butterflies. The meadow was surrounded by tall granite cliffs and huge Sequoia trees. A stream rushed between the cliffs and into a deep blue pool.     The O'Byrne sisters were alive with magic. They craved a home were magic could thrive and they could live in peace. They missed their old home and were tired of the travel, tired of not finding a place where they could be free to practice the gifts born to them.     The advertisements concerning the Americas were wrong. They found that America wasn't a place founded on religious freedom. It was a place where non-conformity was met with suspicion, and sometimes even imprisonment, torture, and death.     Barely escaping from their tormentors on the East coast, they fled to the West. With the help of Jacob Adair, they managed to travel across the continent to this land, and found this special valley—the valley of butterflies.     Again the persecution of being different had begun, but this time it was different—they were different. They were stronger, wiser, and were great friends with the Miwok people—natives to the area. The sisters had great magic and were honored amongst the Miwok's.     They had built a fine house, and were happily living on the land, when a vision shattered their joy. Rhoswen, the forth sister, was scrying for a lost lamb. The serene search was shattered by visions of war between the whites and the Miwok's. She saw their house in flames—angry people—blood—and death.Jacob and the sisters gathered together their personal belongings, their food and animals, and departed to a valley within the walls of the mountains.      They told the Miwok people of the upcoming wars, of the massacre to come. Jacob, Kellan, Vevila, and Kane stayed with the Miwok people to assist and help them to survive in the upheaval to come—for war would come.

Christmas in the House of O'Byrne - The story begins.

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Are Angels amongst us?

Angels - They are here, all around us. Can you feel them? They are warm and light. Suddenly, you will feel all giddy inside. It feels like Christmas morning. There is a burst of joy and anticipation. Feel it?

Book Review of, Forrest of the Night by Marti Steussy, by L. S. Fayne

Forest of the Night by Marti Steussy

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I loved this book. It demonstrated a lot about human nature. Since there isn’t a book description. I will write a more inclusive review, hopefully without adding spoilers.



New Lebanon was a new start, a new world. The first human colonists were the loggers. They were contracted with the Oldearth Company to bring out wood products. It soon became apparent that the company had set them up to fail. They were put down with only the rudimentary supplies to survive, not enough to support a profitable logging operation. They would not be able to pay back the individual debts accounted for in their contracts. If they couldn’t fulfill the contracts, they would become lifelong indentured servants, and sent to any planet where the company had use for their expertise.



One of the natural habitants of the planet were the feathered lions. The First-In team had promised that the predators were gone, and the colonists were safe. Only, one day they returned. The first sighting was by Hashti, the horse trainer. The day was done and she was retrieving her jacket from the woods when she spotted the tiger. Trying to back away she tripped on the brush and fell backwards. The lion sprang towards her. She was waiting to die when the lion slid to a halt and tapped her shoulder with its paw. Growing bolder, the lion sniffed her and uttered an eerie songlike cry before licking her face. In a panic, she punched it in the head. He snorted in surprise and fled.



The loggers see a solution to their predicament. They would supply skins, lion skins. The First-In team, a man and his wife, realize there was something peculiar about Hashti’s encounter. They start to question if the lions were intelligent. It was up to the First-Inners to determine if an intelligence existed on a planet before the company was ever allowed to put down colonists. They realized that it could be that a mistake had been made. The First-Inners had seen before what happened when they underestimated the intelligence of the planet’s inhabitants.



The lion who had pounced Hashti continued to watch her. It seemed to be fascinated with her. The First-Inners enlisted her aid to find out if the lions were intelligent, before it became too late. Once the killing were to start...





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Writing was easy.

Hi all,

I'm finding that writing was easy. Self promoting is hard. Sometimes I feel that I’m only talking to myself, so if you read this give me a shout. I need to wake up and feel life.

About the next book(s), I've started three, one for each series, one more serious. The serious one is with the first part being fact, and the second half fiction. I don’t seem to be able to write without some little bit of fiction involved. No lies though. That I don’t do!

Shout out,
Linda
L. S. Fayne

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What is Magic?

A lot of people ask how I come up with the ideas in my books. For me, it's pretty easy. My mind just works that way. Many times I think, "If I was magic...". Sometimes it's about something serious. Sometimes it's just about the petty details of living. On a grand scale I might think... I want to save all the children from harms way. And then realize that if someone did this, it would blindly take away growth and choice. So then I think about helping one child. I'm actually glad that magic isn't that easy, or all those who drive like jerks might find their cars trashed.



I do believe in magic, but it's more subtle. An example is our favorite blanket or sweater. There is magical energy embedded within that is comforting. Magic is just an energy we don't quite understand yet. When we do, it will simply be named something else... like microwaves - magic!