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July 5, 2013
Rain in the Forecast
Nothing ever happens as fast as it should!
Did you ever think that something should be completed, a job should be done, you should feel better…only to learn that things move slower than you anticipate?
Rain, however, always seems to keep on schedule and meet its appointed rounds.
I’m holding on looking for sunshine.
July 3, 2013
July 2, 2013
July 1, 2013
Cactus Flower
As I walked I saw a single cactus bloom that sparked my imagination:
She glanced downward at her yellow evening gown resplendent with bits of orange dotting the inside layer. the dress had been exhaustively chosen for this night, and she had planned every motion, every word of the evening.
Now the hours had ticked away… She had not intended to be late.
The angry words exchanged, there had been no way to call them back, retrace her steps, begin anew. Time had passed without her assent. She flew to her appointed meeting…thinking he would wait.
When she had finally flung open the doors to the party everyone was gone. Imagine her the only bloom left of the season, stilly lovely, still glorious, yet past her time and so very alone…
the last of her kind.
The last flower of the season was out of sync with the rest. Something about its singularity made it more fragile, more ethereal…
June 30, 2013
Weekend Warriors 6/30/2013
An excerpt for Seer…coming soon.
Newly designated queen, Mirandra prepares to meet a gypsy prince:
The smile that crept upon Mirandra’s lips held the sarcasm of a life time of demeaning abuse from people similar to those that greeted her with such profound respect. Mirandra held out her hand, palm downward to the northern dignitary. Men from the north appeared to be very attractive and this one was stunning, like a heroic knight in white leather and a flowing fur cloak. The queen felt herself wince against the reflected light of the man’s clothing. No doubt it was camouflage in snow, but here in the court it stung the eyes.
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June 29, 2013
A Moment’s Digression
Mark 12:31 The second (commandment) is this: Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.
What? what about ego? Me and I??? I have been told that I can be self-absorbed… Isn’t that a common affliction? We become so wrapped in our own perspective. We can love our neighbors… if they conform to our expectations, if they have not fallen prey to what we consider human frailties.
Hard to think about and even harder to accomplish a devotion without prejudice, anger or judgment….unconditional love.
Love…it transcends all other factors. It overrides all other concerns. What sort of a world would it be if love came above all things?
Have a wonderful Sunday!
Down and Dirty
So here’s what happened…
I was walking in the park and this big glass of cold … water jumped out and scared me! I fell over sideways and who knows what happened to my stripes.
After that I wasn’t good for much except stealing a pirate flag from Cairn Rodrigues!
A cats gotta do what a cats gotta do! Did I say that I’m tired????
June 28, 2013
Read It Or Eat It!!
——The Dragon rubs his grey scaled belly and considers his next meal. The book Days Gone Bad an urban fantasy written by Eric Asher lies upside-down near his cooking pots and he asks himself aloud, “should I read it …or eat it?”——
Let’s chew on the story a bit. Damian Vesik is an urban necromancer. That’s right…an enigma who manages a magic shop called Death’s Door smack dab in the middle of old town. The plot commands a panoply of secondary characters, a vampire sister, several fairies and even magical cu sith puppies, lacking nothing in tasty mythical creatures.
The necromancer himself has a hearty appetite for –of all things—! chimichangas!
—–The dragon is fond of hot food and a bit of fire escapes his lips as he considers the menu!!!!——
The story shifts from problems concerning the necromancer’s sister when his mentor, Zola, returns from a long absence. There is evil afoot and it will take necromancers to fix the world’s troubles. However Damian is just a beginner at the craft…
An old ally is conjuring zombies and playing with ancient relics…putting the very essence of life at risk.
——–Cooking pros and cons:
PROS—
There is abundance of humor mixed into the story.
Damian is a junior necromancer and so makes mistakes…which makes him way more believable.
There are fairies that live in a clock and grow to gigantic proportions when angered.
The plot moves along at a good pace.
The prose is very readable.
The story line keeps the reader attracted throughout the book.
CONS—
There are no dragons in the story….
Chimichangas don’t reheat well with dragon fire.
The Dragon says save this book for reading. Although a tasty treat, it will be much better consumed by the mind. This is an entertaining novel. Buy it! !!!!ROAR!!!! available where all fine food books are sold!
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June 26, 2013
A Little Gossip!
Excerpt from Seer- A little gossip to whet the appetite…
When the Seer awoke inside Castle Kareth, the area was a hum with the chatter of servants. She had been carried to the rooms reserved for menial laborers and scullery maids and placed on a rough pallet… by Duke Baben’s orders. Her fine silk dress was snagged and covered by straw, and her hair was tangled from restless slumber. No one had regarded her as important enough to warrant calling the wizard to attend her health. Three women sat sewing in the small area, heads bobbing, chairs rocking and tongues wagging. Mirandra sat up and coughed, listening to the gossip spilling out around her.
“I heard they ran off to Mapara. The princess was in love with him,” one woman who was pulling a needle through an embroidery hoop sat chattering.
She was answered by another of her companions, “I thought she was to marry that king and bring us better food. I’m all for that,” the second woman gave a broad smile revealing a pink hole devoid of teeth.
“Nah! If it’s for us, it’ll never happen,” a chortling laugh exploded from across the room. “Don’t get your hopes up. The heart is gone from Kareth. Aint no one here gonna care what happens to us…”
“Looks like Her Majesty’s awake,” the first girl nodded her head toward Mirandra as the Seer straightened her gown. The three servants stared at her. “So what happened to you, Sweetie? Where do you belong? Haven’t seen you here and your clothes are too nice to be in this part of the castle. The duke brought you here himself, he did.”
Mirandra smiled at the expectant faces. They were interested in any juicy tidbit she might throw, like lions after meat. “What happened? Who’s in love with the princess?” Mirandra laughed indicating that she had been eavesdropping.
“Why the duke is. The two of them ran away together. They were both gone this morning,” the toothless maid gifted the Seer with a wide grin. “And the royal bed looked like it had quite a roll.”
“Hattie! Hush!” The other girl responded surprised her friend would speak so freely in front of a stranger.
“It’s all right,” Mirandra rubbed her forehead. “I’m no one important,” she returned the smile. “I was just here to care for the princess’s cat.”
“I told you she was the Seer,” one of them barked and slid her chair backwards slightly. Apprehension filled the space between them.
