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#Nanowrimo : The Rat Pt2

She took a moment's deliberation: how could this be? She had forever been cautious, had always been meticulous, and never had been remiss with regard to her supernumerary cleanings. The kitchen was her domain, and any who would disturb the perfection that she created must be punished. She began considering why the creature had come: the autumn would soon be over, leaving the cold of winter to settle over the capital; vermin would soon be food supply for the larger more capable hunters in the ...

#Nanowrimo : The Rat Pt1

Martje, the Diras castle keep's cook, only has one fear.

The small mouse was conveyed safely to Sheamas' shoppe, where his arrival was met with a celebratory dinner of smoked cheese and cured pork, and once his belly was round and his eyes could not be kept from closing, he was taken to the temple where he might find refuge under the auspices of the Themari. A small room and bed was given him, visits from Soledhan and Jaicobh were due, and Mr Sniffles the Second, as named by Kai Linaa, was in ...

A Thanksgiving Message from His Royal Majesty King Alasdair Brennin of Frewyn

Someone recently asked Alasdair to be President. He usually responds by way of the herald, but today he felt a direct reply was requisite: 



Dearest Madam,


I have received your invitation to become President. I admit that I had little idea what the position entailed and had to ask Commander MacDaede what exactly was meant by the term, as on the Two Continents, most of our nations are monarchies, empires, or similar variants. 


I understand that your President is a representative of your people...

#NaNoWriMo : Winter Discomforts

It was the first snow today. Twisk therefore made some cute stick pictures of everyone enjoying themselves- or not- and I had to make a story.
Winter Discomforts                 The preparatory signs of a heavy Frewyn winter where everywhere when the party returned to Diras: the first light snows blanketed the capital, the streets that had been used to the bustle and gaieties of the autumn harvest and holidays were now subdued, a frost began to gain power over the air and what was once a...

#NaNoWriMo : Connors and Nerri

They were close, one plagued by embarrassment and unable to raise her eyes, and the other in the full glory of his delectation. Their hands had touched momentarily, he had moved to wrap the linen about her, but considered the indecency of placing his hands upon her and applied them no further. She was fully concealed, but the linen dampened against her, outlining her estimable curves and affording him something more to consider. He kept his hands at his side but loomed close, leaning...

#NaNoWriMo : Connors

Connors is the model of Frewyn loyalty. Here is a little of him from book 4.
Once while she was bounding up the winding stone steps was the commander forced to stop and regain her composure. She had walked past the small feast in the Great Hall and had arrived at the entrance in time to hear the toast being given by Captain Connors. She stopped just beside the door and listened long enough to hear her captain proclaim the feast in honour of those lost in the war. Connors, she knew, had a...

Khantara Vol 1 Book Tour Dec 12-26th

In the spirit of Alineighdaeth (Frewyn holidays) we are having not one tour, but two! Khantara will be touring from December 12th-26th. Be sure to join us for giveaways, reviews, excerpts and interviews!
The dates thus far:
Dec 11 - PreviewMoonlight Gleamhttp://www.moonlightgleam.com/
Dec 12 Lovlivlife Reviews
http://www.lovlivlifereviews.com/
Dec 13 Read2Review http://read2review.com/
Dec 13 http://jademystique.blogspot.com 
Dec 15 Meredith Allardwww.meredithallard.com

Dec 16 Flutey Words
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#NaNoWriMo : Alasdair's Humility

One thing I love Alasdair for is his humbleness. Here is one of my favourite descriptions of him from the point of the Royal Guard:
They bowed and accepted the letters, but before they could say their assenting Your Majesties, Alasdair had turned from them and was walking toward the gallery. He was decidedly altered from his usual cheerful state, and they supposed that the trinkets in his hand must be owing to some very unpleasant cogitations. They moved to ask His Majesty whether he would...

#NaNoWriMo : The Brennin Memorial

Here is a small piece from Alasdair standing at the graves of his parents:


Alasdair looked at his mother: her aspect was so demure and lovely. She was young when she had passed, her features tinctured by the stain of ill health, and so the hand that carved her likeness had given her all the unkindness of lines about the eyes and mouth. They had only given her a more sagacious air, however. She might be nearly fifty now, had she lived; his father, too, might be the same age, but wherever they w...

Tales from Frewyn: The Opera TOUR! Dec 5-12

Tales from Frewyn: The Opera is going on tour! Join the tour December 5-12th for reviews, giveaways, interviews, and special stories!
If you would like to be part of the tour, grab the button and let me know what day you should like to host!


Here are the dates thus far


Dec 5 Tour Launch Fang-tastic Books www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com Dec 5 Flutey Words
http://authoraubrie.blogspot.comDec 6Meredith Allard www.meredithallard.com Dec 7 Roxanne's Realm www.roxannesrealm.blogspot.com   Dec 9 a