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January 17, 2024
Realm of Forgotten Things WIP
So, this is interim cover (or maybe I like it enough to keep it!) for a new novella I'm starting. A crazy place where literally ANYTHING is possible, so stay tuned for tongue-in-cheek humour alongside some serious action! I will be writing it when time allows (am editing for Redwing Productions at the moment and the second Seasons book is calling to me …) 😊
January 16, 2024
January 15, 2024
Images linking to my blogs
So, I'm updating my blogs and started with the images that serve to link to the others (& my FB Page). You'll find them in the sidebars.
Bards and Tales
Elaina's Facebook Page
Multiverse Tales
Elaina's Writing World
The Lore Series
Redwing Productions
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January 14, 2024
ILFIN of ARC excerpt: The Spire
HANNA PROVED TO be stubborn. Shedid not agree with Lyra, despite various explanations from her as the day woreon. Lyra did not blame her; it sounded fantastical even to her ears.
Thus,in the middle of the night, while Hanna was in deep sleep, Lyra slipped away. Hannawas able to track her, but she hoped her actions would force Hanna to pause andthink. Hopefully, she would choose, in the morning, to go back.
Assilent as she was able to, Lyra led Leaf away. A fair distance from their camp,she entered the river, praying she was far enough removed not to wake Hannawith the resultant splashing sounds, hoping also that the point of entry intothe current was where Hanna lost her trail if she did come looking for her.
Bymid-morning Lyra knew she was alone. Either Hanna lost her, or she chose toreturn as asked. Never had she felt this lonely. Thank the stars for Leaf. Her gentlenessand warmth gifted Lyra hope.
Togetherthey travelled without incident for days, and then the morning arrived when thepeaks towered over them. Buried in clouds up there was a suggestion of a spike,a manufactured object.
Destination.
TheSpire.
Theethereal Sassen said to search for a trapdoor. While Lyra did not trust her motives,about the entry point she did not think the woman lied. That was her hope. Muchof what she now acted upon was based on faith.
Inthe end, finding it was easier than she believed it would be. In a dark glade,for the mountain threw a deep shadow, she found it.
Seeingthe hidden entryway brought Damin to mind and other trapdoors they used back inNormur. She missed him with an ache that caused her stomach to roil. How shewished he was with her. His solid presence and mischievous smile would serve tostrengthen her fading optimism.
Giventhe location, this was where she and Leaf needed to part ways. She removed herpack and water, and then unsaddled her. There was certainly enough for Leaf toeat and drink, but Lyra prayed she would be fine.
Shehad been a good friend.
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SHE EXPECTED DARKNESS. The lower themetal ladder took her, the lighter it became, however. There was no lightsource other than the dwindling grey circle overhead and yet she was able tosee. Perhaps it was a property of the ancient stone she descended into.
Herfeet touched a paved floor. A surfaced tunnel weaved into distance, faintlyglowing. She found that stranger than anything that went before, for it revealeda past, a people with the ability to delve and dress rock.
Lightbeings did not do this. Their slaves did. How long had it been since the firstsanctuary seekers vanished into obscurity in this place? Here time itselfpressed upon her.
Shoulderingher pack, Lyra trod determinedly forward. Noting curves and rounds in theshadows, she realised the underground system was complex, potentially alabyrinth able to stymie direction. Now she wished she had not sent Hanna away;a companion would do much to lessen this burden.
Herfootfalls echoed dully. Her heartbeat thundered loudly. Her breath left her ingreat gasps. She was afraid. She made so much noise, enough, she thought, to wakeeven the dead.
Go back …
Flinching,Lyra halted.
Danger!
Swallowing,she understood the voices were all around her. The dead were not only awake,but speaking.
“Ihave to do this,” she said, and her words rebounded akin to hollow bells. “Iknow why you seek to delay me, but too many will die if I stop now.”
Tricks and traps await you. Go back.
The other death is the easier death.
They lied!
Sheclosed her eyes, seeking to ‘see’ the forms. A host swirled around her, allfaceless. Her eyes snapped open. Thank the stars they had no faces.
“Mybrother will release you from this prison of waiting, but he must survive inorder to do so.”
Silencesurrounded her. The host was listening.
“Horinis a warrior. He will stand between us and them, this I swear. Help me now,please. Show me what to do. Show me how to save my people, and together we willsave each other from the otherworld beings.”
Shewaited a long time, unmoving, and then she heard these words.
This way, my lady. Come this way.
Come, reader, join the great march today …
According to legend, a paradise awaits across the plains, asanctuary that has survived every impact and every battle. Known as Arc, it is aplace of isolation, a place to restart civilisation.
A fireball grows ever larger in the skies and ancientenemies wing through the spaces; the world Massin is the gathering place forevery omen of disaster. Every resident soul faces a choice. Time now to marchsouth to the sanctuary, from the eastern highlands and the western seas, there toescape apocalypse, and the renewal of the war between the Ilfin and Glonu, orstay behind, hoping for a miracle.
An Elemental will find the sanctuary – Lyra is gifted – aWarrior will defend the dispossessed – the boy Horin will grow up fast – and aMarsh Devil will lead them – Damin spends years preparing for this epic event –but it is also true that a sanctuary is not always a haven. Has the legendlied? Will Arc protect them?
Prepare for an adventure that will journey from ancient waysof living into high-tech environments. Ilfin of Arc is a dystopian Fantasy talethat flies into star filled spaces – strap in!ILFIN of ARC
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