I have posted up the podcast where you can listen to part 2 of the audio version of Lord of Death for free. It is not the original audio, so if you would like the audiobook without ads and much better sound quality, you can find the audiobook HERE. The audiobook is about 40 minutes long, so I divided the audio into two episodes. This episode is the completion of Thomas’s story. I hope you enjoy hearing this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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It has been about two weeks since the last podcast as I was forced to take a break.
Everyone has a different process and experience with creating art. The more stressed I am, the more my process disintegrates until I am unable to create anything of quality.
My favorite motto has always been that inspiration comes from a sufficient amount of laziness. I say this with tongue firmly in cheek, but I indeed need to have rest and happiness in my life to write. My process for poetry does not follow this rule. When my life hits the absolutely deepest pit it can possibly descend to, I write poetry.
However, if I want to write words that do not reek of despair, retain some form of logic, and do not rhyme – rest and happiness are mandatory.
So, I asked myself a question:
How do I enter a state that is conducive to creation and art?
During this week of enforced recovery I utilized five techniques:
- Enough sleep and rest: After the week of enforced relaxation ended, I realized some critical things. Rest is crucial. No one can function on an empty tank. You are not a robot. If you do not put fuel in, you will sputter out.
- Exercise: Moderate stress with external means. Exercise utilizes the fight or flight response and rids the body of hormones that cause anxiety. Exercise is especially necessary during this quarantine. No one can stay shut in forever without losing their mind. Get fresh air and sunlight. Our bodies are not designed to be stuck inside enclosed spaces for weeks or months at a time. I made sure to go outside often, even if it was just to take my kid to the park.
- Herbal teas: I did some research, then put myself on a regimen of herbal teas ( sleepytime tea with chamomile and valerian). The combined herbs of chamomile and valerian are natural remedies that assist in regulating stress.
- Me Time: Doing things that add joy to your life is important. If you are not, is it any wonder you are stressed? This is part of refilling your tank. I love reading books, watching Chinese dramas, and listening to music and motivational speeches. When I neglect to do things that make me happy, staying strong becomes extremely difficult. Me time is a must.
- Creating a happy space: Creating an environment where you can thrive is also critical. Do you hate your surroundings? Do you have at least one place that you can let down your guard and relax? If you do not, create one. Whether that place is your room or a closet, you must have a space you call your own. You need to be able to enter that space and feel a sense of peace. If every place you enter feels like a warzone, it is no wonder you are stressed! Prioritize creating a safe space for your peace of mind.
Life can feel as though it is smothering you. Self-care is mandatory during these times. Make sure to do something for yourself, even if it is something small. Doing this is essential for your peace of mind.
I have finally completed edits on the Prologue and the first couple of chapters. I will be posting them up as I complete the editing process. You can choose to either read them as posted, or listen to me as I read them on the podcast.
There are sponsored additions to the podcast, and your listening to the podcast does help support me as I work and write from home (full disclosure) But it is, of course, your choice ^.^
I hope you enjoy the read ^.^
~A Treatise Regarding the Origins of Human Faerie Tales~
The tales began as re-tellings of true events woven into allegorical form. In due course, the stories took on the appellation of the Kin closest to humankind. How could they not? Their evolution in this manner was inevitable. There, in the genesis of that evolution, lies the truth of the origin of human faerie tales.
~Compilations of the memories of the Eldest Kin~
Had Tadeus known, the night he left my side and died, how impossible the burden of the Dragon Throne would be?
I could not believe so, for he would never have abandoned me to reign alone.
Above my left shoulder, a giant dragon bust loomed, casting a shadow across the great length of the black marble dais. Front and center on that platform crouched the Dragon Throne. My rightful seat. I straightened in the forbidding chair. Edged with silvered mother-of-pearl, the obsidian arms left icy imprints on my wrists.
Derek, my beloved offspring, stood before me, and a girl stood beside him. What had he called her? Cecily.
A glance at the girl told me nothing–and everything. If she were human, her wavy black hair, caramel skin, and gray eyes would have warranted little notice from dragonkind. Had she been human, killing her would have simply resulted in Derek’s broken heart.
Ah, but the girl was more.
The sensation of familiarity, though I had never seen the child before, betrayed her genetics: Kin. Her ability to pull away from my gaze affirmed her inhuman nature. Therein lay my dilemma.
I studied the girl, felt the weight of the ages, as Derek spoke.
“Queen Saranyu, wise above all dragon and draakon… With your permission, I would like to recall a conversation with you and certain words you spoke.”
No. Not again. I gripped the ebon armrests, my fingertips aching with pressure. Why did Kin forever plague my lineage? More than two thousand years after I called for the long sleep, they still cursed my line. What more could I do? The protocol must be followed. I could not refuse him the floor. “I give permission. Speak.”
“You told me a story of two draakon. You mentioned a sign dragonkind must never ignore.” Derek hesitated and the softening of his emerald, dragon-slit eyes, the glance he gave the young girl, told more than the words that followed.
“You asked me to present to you my true mate.”
I tensed. “No.”
Tall, dark-haired Derek–the living image of my consort Tadeus–came forward, knelt before me, and grasped my white silk slipper in one palm.
I struggled to inhale.
Kin did not deserve such an act of humility from a prince of dragonkind. I knew the girl did not comprehend the magnitude of what Derek had just done, the level to which he had abased himself.
Derek lifted his face, showing vulnerability I knew he would never reveal again if I denied this request.
“Queen Saranyu, I come not as your heir, but as your son. I found my true mate. Her name is Cecily–and she is human.”
The absurd irony left me with a bitter taste. Derek could not rebel–not to this extent. He was the last draakon of the lineage who could plausibly hold the Dragon Throne.
I barely recall all that I said but, as queen, I could give only one response. I stiffened on the cold, hard throne and clenched my hands together. “We cannot tell you more than this: Cecily and her family are descendants of a line we had hoped were wiped off the earth. Though we have sworn not to kill them, they are our mortal enemies.”
Derek’s green eyes narrowed as his features darkened. “Cecily has never done anything to us.”
I blinked against a sudden burn behind my eyes. Must I always choose between my offspring and the throne? Ah, but I had sworn an oath. “Nevertheless, they are our mortal enemies and have been so for millennia. You will not have her. You cannot have this… Cecily… and still retain your claim to the Dragon Throne.”
“Then, I renounce my claim as heir to the Dragon Throne.”
I stood, trembling, barely feeling the dais beneath my slippers. “You cannot renounce the throne and still hold your claim as my son.”
“Then, I am no longer your son.”
My heart shattered. Would Derek ever know how much I loved him? Would he ever understand the role Tadeus would have wanted him to fulfill? Not now. Perhaps never. I had failed. I had not expected Derek would defy me to this extent. While he had stretched the boundaries of draconic law in the past, he was the very image of his sire. Sometimes, when I looked at Derek, I could nearly hear Tadeus’ voice. No, Saranyu, not that path–can’t you feel the Balance?
How could my sons, Sahak and Derek, be so different?
None of that mattered now. I had lost the son of my heart and had no strength left to carry the burdens of the Dragon Throne.
Darkness closed over me as the dais slipped from under my feet.
Want to read or re-read the first book of the series? The Dragon’s Call is available now! Your support is appreciated!
I was delighted to discover that The Dragon’s Call Audiobook just received an amazingly thorough review! Check it out HERE.
Meanwhile, the reviewer notes that the sequel has been long delayed.
I have to apologize to those who have taken the time to read Cecily and Derek’s story. As the reviewer notes, I did experience a several personal tragedies while writing the sequel: my father passed, I experienced two separate miscarriages, then my husband passed during the writing of this story.
As a result it has taken a long time to stabilize and the word count has suffered as a result.
Derek and Cecily’s tale is still a work in progress though the actual writing process has been hampered.
The sequel to The Dragon’s Call will be named The Dragon Throne and, while the first half of the sequel is complete, the second half is still in the process of completion.
Nonetheless, it is always a wonderful boost when readers enjoy the story, and definitely helps boost the writing process forward.
I thank those who have read this story so much for their continued support along with the notes I have received from those who can’t wait to find out what happens to Derek and Cecily.
With only 5 days left to the Poems, Lyrics, Psalmos: Wooing Muse Book Launch event, and a WHOOOOLLLEEE lot more editing and recording needed for the audio book, I realized – I needed more time!
So, because I would like the book launch event and the audio book debut to be fairly close together, I’ve pushed back the date of the event, and extended the date of the giveaway until 7/11/15. This will give me enough time to get the audio completed and out by the time the event occurs ^.^
Wish me luck , pick up a limited-time FREE COPY of the book, and make sure to check out and sign up for the giveaway below!
So, now that the process for publishing Poems, Lyrics, Psalmos: Wooing Muse is completed, and all that awaits is the Big Event, I’ve gotten back into the groove of researching background info for completing Dragon Kin.
I’ve come across a lot of interesting information while I’ve been expanding my own understanding of how cultures, mythology, geography, and cultural mixing can effect our contemporary fantasy tales. The video posted above is the first of a six part series discussing Celtic culture and beliefs. Celtic Daily Life is another excellent example of easy-to-read resources on Celtic culture. I read the tiny book within a span of 4-5 hours.
This was interesting because, while I had hoped to be able to connect some of the mythology utilized in The Dragon’s Call and Dragon Kin with that of Assyrian and Babylonian religious and mythological tales, I wasn’t certain I would be able to find anything to validate utilizing their mythology. Needless to say, I’m excited and can’t wait to read more of the history of the Celts and any additional outside religious influences their culture might have experienced through time.
While I’m delving back into research and getting my Muse revved up to complete Dragon Kin, I’m completing the recording process for the audio verson of Poems, Lyrics, Psalmos: Wooing Muse. The Big Event is just 11 days away and the countdown continues.
Wish me luck and make sure to check out the giveaway below ^.^