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January 23, 2015
My Sweet Matryoshka
Tale 11 from The Secrets of Castle Drakon by Poppet
Supernatural –I wish I had the prose to match Poppet’s in order to wax lyrical about My Sweet Matryoshka. There is a gathering of the ancient blood in Castle Drakon, a of the Drakonian Order, and this night will see the ceremony that serves to bind its members together come to pass. Zalar is the guest on this night, summoned because he has the blood that enables him to attend the gathering …
A brilliant story set in Mother Russia, filled with imagery and culture and legends. Profound, and perfectly written. Very, very well done!
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Supernatural –I wish I had the prose to match Poppet’s in order to wax lyrical about My Sweet Matryoshka. There is a gathering of the ancient blood in Castle Drakon, a of the Drakonian Order, and this night will see the ceremony that serves to bind its members together come to pass. Zalar is the guest on this night, summoned because he has the blood that enables him to attend the gathering …
A brilliant story set in Mother Russia, filled with imagery and culture and legends. Profound, and perfectly written. Very, very well done!
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January 22, 2015
Sleeping with the Gods
Tale 10 from The Secrets of Castle Drakon by Tee Geering
Fantasy – Sisters come to scary Castle Drakon with their parents. Maya is over-weight and is constantly picked upon. She takes on a wager to sleep alone inside the crypt and while her body sleeps she is taken up to Olympus, where the gods of ancient times live. She discovers a different self and is soon in demand as a lover by the gods, including Zeus himself. Mayhem ensues!
This is a tale fitting to the legends of old times. Boy, do not trust the gods (or goddesses!) for they do not take kindly to mortals, do they? A great yarn.
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Fantasy – Sisters come to scary Castle Drakon with their parents. Maya is over-weight and is constantly picked upon. She takes on a wager to sleep alone inside the crypt and while her body sleeps she is taken up to Olympus, where the gods of ancient times live. She discovers a different self and is soon in demand as a lover by the gods, including Zeus himself. Mayhem ensues!This is a tale fitting to the legends of old times. Boy, do not trust the gods (or goddesses!) for they do not take kindly to mortals, do they? A great yarn.
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January 21, 2015
The Dragon's Mate
Tale 9 from The Secrets of Castle Drakon by Joanne Sexton
Fantasy Romance – A sorceress turns a man into a dragon, a girl is hounded from Castle Drakon for murder. Hunters are on her trail, but the dragon sees this and saves her from certain death. When they ‘meet’ as man and woman, they realise their freedom lies in ridding the castle of its sorceress, and along the way certain sparks fly!
This is a really awesome and romantic fantasy dream tale. Good stuff, loved reading it!
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Fantasy Romance – A sorceress turns a man into a dragon, a girl is hounded from Castle Drakon for murder. Hunters are on her trail, but the dragon sees this and saves her from certain death. When they ‘meet’ as man and woman, they realise their freedom lies in ridding the castle of its sorceress, and along the way certain sparks fly!This is a really awesome and romantic fantasy dream tale. Good stuff, loved reading it!
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...The Secrets of Castle Drakon!
January 20, 2015
The Blood Red Nails of War
Tale 8 from The Secrets of Castle Drakon by Hannah Warren
Historical – WWI – this is the tale of headstrong Elle, her twin brother Jacques, and Agnes, the ethereal Swedish beauty adopted by her French stepfather. Castle de Drakὀn brings them together, first as teenagers, with disastrous results when both brother and sister fall in love with Agnes, and then later when the old chateau is transformed into a war hospital and Agnes is a doctor, Jacques the administrator and Elle an ambulance driver often at the front to collect the wounded.
A beautifully composed story of history, turmoil, suffering and also hope set in the beautiful French countryside, a country torn when war comes. I am in awe of Hannah’s ability to take the reader into another era, to experience it as if we are right there. Absolutely brilliant. Very well done.
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Historical – WWI – this is the tale of headstrong Elle, her twin brother Jacques, and Agnes, the ethereal Swedish beauty adopted by her French stepfather. Castle de Drakὀn brings them together, first as teenagers, with disastrous results when both brother and sister fall in love with Agnes, and then later when the old chateau is transformed into a war hospital and Agnes is a doctor, Jacques the administrator and Elle an ambulance driver often at the front to collect the wounded.
A beautifully composed story of history, turmoil, suffering and also hope set in the beautiful French countryside, a country torn when war comes. I am in awe of Hannah’s ability to take the reader into another era, to experience it as if we are right there. Absolutely brilliant. Very well done.
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January 19, 2015
Satan's Band
Tale 7 from The Secrets of Castle Drakon by Paul Rudd
1990’s – oh, oh, this is a blood and guts, teeth and sex story, a nightmare the musicians from Satan’s Band discover at gothic Castle Drakon, where they are invited to play at a wedding. A snow storm isolates all. Boy, oh boy! Drugs, drink, fire and MUSIC!
This tale had me wondering how bad could it get, really, how do you describe a nightmare? Easily apparently, to leave the reader gasping for breath! Another excellent tale indeed. Oh boy.
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1990’s – oh, oh, this is a blood and guts, teeth and sex story, a nightmare the musicians from Satan’s Band discover at gothic Castle Drakon, where they are invited to play at a wedding. A snow storm isolates all. Boy, oh boy! Drugs, drink, fire and MUSIC!This tale had me wondering how bad could it get, really, how do you describe a nightmare? Easily apparently, to leave the reader gasping for breath! Another excellent tale indeed. Oh boy.
AmazonJanuary 17, 2015
Justine's Journal #22
500 Words 52 Weeks
This is how it began: Justine (not her real name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52 weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend. Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 22
"This will be a post to celebrate the positive.
For many days now I've run into folks who think their ‘kind’ words will help me. By pointing out the flaws in my actions, they believe it will help me see the errors in my ways. Thanks for caring, folks, but you don’t know shit about me. My flaws may be yours, given the manner in which you regard your world. It isn't my world. And just because I refuse to respond in a like manner, doesn't mean you are right. (Someone hit upside the head with anger, and I walked away, choosing not to fall into that trap)
Given the judgements I mention, how is this post about celebrating the positive?
It’s like this: when you know yourself (I don’t yet claim that state completely!) then you are able to stand aside from judgements and see yourself through your eyes, not the gaze of another. That is positive. When you realise anger is the manifestation (Elaina will love me using that word!) of the other’s state of being, then you are able to ignore it, not take it on board and respond in like fashion. That is positive. And when you are able to walk away from ‘kind’ words with a smile and a thank you, then you have taken another step towards knowing yourself. VERY positive.
Perhaps it’s taking the time first to think about what was said to you, to not automatically give out the knee jerk reaction in the very moment of confrontation, discussion, advice or whatever. And to think means you actually listened to that other, and listening is the best way to understand the world and its issues. The more you listen the more you open your mind. This doesn't mean you must take it on as gospel, of course, but listening and then thinking about what you heard makes all the difference. This concept has escaped me until recently. I’d be the one mouthing off, filling the silences with strings of words, and know what? I learned nothing, except that I was beginning to hate the sound of my voice. I have since stepped back a bit and chosen to listen first, think next, decide thereafter, and then speak.
Now I hear you think to yourself – that makes you uninvolved in life. You choose to stand aside and make private judgements after the fact? Where is the satisfaction in a conversation that is one talking the other just listening? You would be right on one level. It does translate into lack of involvement, but that judgement is the other’s, not mine, for I am in no way uninvolved, I am LISTENING. How more involved do you want me to be? Listening is the greatest compliment, after all. As for satisfaction in a conversation: if the other is pontificating (Elaina will love that word too!) then it isn't a conversation, it’s a lecture, and all one can do is listen. My advice? Let’s all of us get our facts straight first, before judging another’s action.
I did learn things about myself, by listening, and thus I celebrate it as a positive leap forward."
This is how it began: Justine (not her real name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52 weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend. Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 22
"This will be a post to celebrate the positive.
For many days now I've run into folks who think their ‘kind’ words will help me. By pointing out the flaws in my actions, they believe it will help me see the errors in my ways. Thanks for caring, folks, but you don’t know shit about me. My flaws may be yours, given the manner in which you regard your world. It isn't my world. And just because I refuse to respond in a like manner, doesn't mean you are right. (Someone hit upside the head with anger, and I walked away, choosing not to fall into that trap)
Given the judgements I mention, how is this post about celebrating the positive?
It’s like this: when you know yourself (I don’t yet claim that state completely!) then you are able to stand aside from judgements and see yourself through your eyes, not the gaze of another. That is positive. When you realise anger is the manifestation (Elaina will love me using that word!) of the other’s state of being, then you are able to ignore it, not take it on board and respond in like fashion. That is positive. And when you are able to walk away from ‘kind’ words with a smile and a thank you, then you have taken another step towards knowing yourself. VERY positive.
Perhaps it’s taking the time first to think about what was said to you, to not automatically give out the knee jerk reaction in the very moment of confrontation, discussion, advice or whatever. And to think means you actually listened to that other, and listening is the best way to understand the world and its issues. The more you listen the more you open your mind. This doesn't mean you must take it on as gospel, of course, but listening and then thinking about what you heard makes all the difference. This concept has escaped me until recently. I’d be the one mouthing off, filling the silences with strings of words, and know what? I learned nothing, except that I was beginning to hate the sound of my voice. I have since stepped back a bit and chosen to listen first, think next, decide thereafter, and then speak.
Now I hear you think to yourself – that makes you uninvolved in life. You choose to stand aside and make private judgements after the fact? Where is the satisfaction in a conversation that is one talking the other just listening? You would be right on one level. It does translate into lack of involvement, but that judgement is the other’s, not mine, for I am in no way uninvolved, I am LISTENING. How more involved do you want me to be? Listening is the greatest compliment, after all. As for satisfaction in a conversation: if the other is pontificating (Elaina will love that word too!) then it isn't a conversation, it’s a lecture, and all one can do is listen. My advice? Let’s all of us get our facts straight first, before judging another’s action.
I did learn things about myself, by listening, and thus I celebrate it as a positive leap forward."
