Another book trailer for you!

Hello & Happy 4th of July...oops I just about put $ of July cuz it's the same key capitalized...omg!  Get it? Capitalized...the current world is about capitalization anyway...word association is intuitive and leads to discoveries.  My book can help a lot of young girls discover the goddess within - a very empowering virtue.  Women should be mysterious and wise, loved and respected by men.  Back to basics in a golden age.  But...to demonstrate here's a sample from the chapter called 'Spell It' from my book 'Star Water'.

Katrine was nothing like I had imagined from the sound of her voice.  She seemed to be around the same age as her companion, she had streaked hair light and black, long and parted in the middle.  Her clothing was similar to Byron’s except instead of a vest she wore a sweater which hugged her skinny body.

But the startling factor was their faces and a type of weird aura visible around their bodies.  The color of their facial skin was almost a deathly sallow tinge and same with a type of light around them.  Sickly almost – not a pleasant color at all.

The Mycroft warlock looked amazing next to them.  He was wearing just a basic shirt and jeans, lithe as a cat, broad shouldered standing with arms crossed facing his visitors.  His energy field was visible.  I could see those silver sparks flying not from his eyes, but jumping from his body in arcs of light, one or two at a time.

“No I don’t fear you at all.  Your energy is not strong and I want you to leave my property and get out of town.  I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.  Right now.  Go. I’m giving you a chance to leave peacefully.”

In one motion Byron reached into his pocket and lunged forward.  Katrine stood with something in her hand.  At the same time Owen uncrossed his arms and there was a sound like a huge sheet of metal being struck by a thousand steel pellets.  A flash of florescent purple light exploded, lighting up the house and then a smoky haze showering metal ashes obscured the deck from my view.  The explosion vibrated with a high pitched tone and Katrine’s scream.  There was a scent like pine tree needles mixed with burning wires.  Vapors trailed in glossy curves.

Fain began to bark.  I tried to hold his muzzle and then had to let go because he was freaking out but I gripped his long leash and wound it around my hand.  Through the smoke I saw Katrine and Byron running down the steps of the outside deck.  They ran across the property, swatting at their clothes, toward Mycrofts’ dock.  They covered their faces with shirts pulled up in an attempt to block the smoke.

I finally saw a small speedboat as they raced, coughing, to the water’s edge, letting go of their shirt masks.  Unfastening a rope from the dock they climbed in, revved up the loud motor, turned on headlights and took off for parts unknown.  When their boat was almost out of sight and everything became quiet again I summoned up my courage.  I climbed down to stand in the light of Mycrofts’ yard.

Stephenie is genius

Stephenie Meyer has done so much for so many people - not only the Twilight series books which are awesome & fabulous but look at all the people she's helped & employed!  Kristen Stewart is now the highest paid actress in the U.S....deservedly so imo.  She's very honest & different in her skills - and the perfect Bella.  And what about Robert Pattinson?  Omg what a talent!  Twilight was the difference of course.  

Actually Stephenie Meyer changed the world.  I wouldn't have written Star Water if I had not read the Twilight series.  Stephenie is a modern writer for modern times...brilliant.  Every era changes, faster and faster.  What was good writing in Elizabethan times would not go over now...but it's great to have a background and knowledge of all the classics.  I am a student of literature & I appreciate how Ms Meyer is too, and how she wrote with a classic background in Lit but completely nailed the way to write today!

I should keep up my blogs more but I've been busy on my second book and trying to 'encourage' people to look at my first book, Star Water.  I've not yet learned how to cast a spell to get people to read it LOL!!  Seriously spellcraft is an art and held in high regard in ancient times for good reason.  I explore this in my books.

I'm wishing Stephenie would write more and keep in touch a bit more frequently...but she has family and she's already done so much.  I can't help it - she's such a wonderful talent & I fear she'll stop!  Help us, Stephenie Meyer...u rocked us!

We want the truth

People wonder why some books make it big and others don't.  Same with movies and all artistic endeavors really.  Is art supposed to be a best seller?  Imo, no historically usually art is not a best seller in its own era, but it can be.  How lovely for the creator of the art when he or she hits the pulse of a country, or nails what the world needs at the same time as the piece is created.  Life is so much more comfortable when the artist is not starving...but also sometimes comfort takes the edge off and creativity is lost.  It's a trade off.

I want to tell the truth.  I dislike working at something I don't believe in to keep afloat, especially if I'm only doing it to make someone else rich and the work is not enhancing my life... my art is really my life.  I want to tell the truth.  I have a story of the supernatural and how it ties into everyday life so very very much but we've forgotten over centuries of neglect.  I have a story to tell, and when I get feedback from this story it could evolve into a society of people who search for the truth through advanced knowledge of the past.  There is so much to share when we all get together.  Let's make it happen, please!

Star Water - book trailer (excerpt)

Good evening my lovely readers!  Thanks for checking my blogger.  I thought a good idea would be to blog a part of my novel showing the supernatural attraction of Merleena & Owen!  I don't care for the phrase 'book excerpt' - it sounds too stuffy.  I like the idea of a 'book trailer' like a movie trailer.  Here's part of Chapter Eleven - called Eleventh Hour.  Owen and Merleena have met for tea in a bakery.  He has told Merleena he's leaving for awhile - to do a gig with his band.

We ate our scones and sipped tea.

            “What do you see?” he suddenly asked.

            “What do you mean?” I placed my hot cup on its saucer.

            “Sorcery,” he blew the word to me in an exhaled whisper, “is about seeing.  Have you thought of the word ‘seer’?  People tend to disregard the obvious.”

            “There’s a theory I read.  If you don’t know what something is, you can’t see it,” I replied.

            “Very good.” He sat upright, interested.  “Rather abstract, but intriguing.”

            “Alright.  I notice this rain is making things shiny and beautiful, washing everything.  Oh yeah, and I saw white omens before I came through this door.  White paper tossed in the wind, white door.”

            “Right on.” He raised his cup, acknowledging my statement with a smile.  Two silver rings glistened on his right hand.  “Good omens.  Could signify a lot of things.  It’s up to you to decipher material symbols and just enjoy the beauty.  Like - white paper moving could be a message on the way.  Which way was it going – north, south?   There’s a clue.  Then again you can choose to disregard the white omens.  Then they’ll mean nothing.”        

            “All these double meanings.  Isn’t anything in sorcery effortless?” I took a bite of my scone.

            “You have to let it flow.  The craft is not about struggle,” he said matter-of-factly.

            I slid a cat eye glance to him.  “Is the craft easy for you?”

            “Sometimes.  Right now I’m staying on the path, trying to find the best way.  Loving you is easy.  Sweetheart, loving you makes everything seem easier.”

            We left the café over an hour later when Renata was cleaning pastry cabinets and removing a few remaining items from shelves.  We would have stayed longer, but she was shutting her place down for the day obviously, although she said there was no hurry.

            A cold draft instantly enveloped Owen and I as we walked arm in arm to my car.  Too many thoughts were on my mind.  Although my intention was to be mature, I was having a hard time. 

            For one thing, rain in our valley meant snow on mountain passes.  I couldn’t help but caution my boyfriend as I knew he would be traveling on that highway to Vancouver.  He tried to comfort me by saying winter tires on the Jeep were very reliable.  Even a warlock could spin out of control on icy roads, I thought to myself.

            But I didn’t want any of these unsightly scenarios circulating in my head.  I had to think positive.  Another picture replaced the first one in my imagination.  Maybe the second scene wasn’t as scary in some ways but it bothered me.  An image of StoneHinge playing the gig in Vancouver… my boy angel looking so gorgeous onstage with lots of girls in skimpy tight clothing, dancing in front of the band, right below his feet.

            That image didn’t please me either so I imagined a third possibility – the Blacklords in a gang, outnumbering my warlock or who knows what they would be capable of?

            Suddenly I was shivering and not just from effects of cold rain pelting down on us as we stood beside my car.  He put his arms around my shoulders, in a motion both comforting and sensual and I clung to him.  My arms, warm under his jacket, encircled his waist.  A huge lump formed in my throat.

            Two weeks.  Anything could happen in two weeks, especially with text messaging as the only option of communication.  There would be no tender spoken words to treasure, day after day.

            I bravely raised my face to meet his silver penetrating eyes, more metallic in the rain.  He wasn’t just a boy.  What had I gotten myself into?  A waiting game of tension and wondering? 

            No, it wasn’t going to be like that.  I would fill my days while he was gone.  Catch up on stuff I’d been meaning to do, like…I couldn’t think of anything.  All I could see was Owen, looking straight into me at that moment.  His lips were hot against mine.  They seared away the lump in my throat and heat raced through my body.  Again, like always, I wanted more.  He was my light colored angel, my dark narcotic obsession, lord of the occult.

            I gasped briefly for air, my eyes closing and head back, reeling in his embrace. Quickly like the lightning bolt flashing above us, my lips found his mouth again as electricity surged through our joined bodies.  Thunder cracked loudly not a second later, loud as an amplifier at a rock concert.  It shook us.

            I drew back, completely unsure if lightning had struck very close or if my warlock had performed magic.

            “Oh my god, did you do that on purpose?” I was a bit delirious recovering from his charged embrace.

            “Are you referring to our kiss or the lightning?” he mused.

            “Both,” I suddenly realized.  “When we’re holding each other, when we kiss – I never want to stop.”

            “You think I do?” He peered at me, his eyelashes damp.  He pushed a wet strand of hair from his face.  “I don’t think we have to stop.  I want all of you.”

            “Out here in the rain?” I half smiled, flirting.

            “No, not out here.” His intense voice sliced through air.  “But I want you so much.  I don’t think I had anything to do with the lightning and thunder.  Who knows?  Your energy field is strong.  Maybe we’re at the right place at the right time.”

            I stared incredulously.  He was serious, standing like a dream, beautiful and mesmerizing….and leaving me too soon.

        

Continuing first chapter

Thanks, I've had several hits on this site in the past few days - awesome!  I don't mind if you don't comment but if you want to, that's great too.  Here's more of Chapter One titled Boy Angel.  Merleena is already becoming obsessed with Owen and she's not even met him.

I deleted the rest of this post as well because I'm in the process of editing the book for publication!

Boy Angel

I want to share an amazing experience of love and learning.  I met a beautiful boy a few years ago - we were teenagers.  He opened up a new world to me - the world every girl...or every woman...or everyone should be aware of.  It's a world where we understand a bit more why we are here and how everything is both science and supernature.  My life has never been the same.  Some of the story is like a vision of how far we can go if we use our imagination...and how there is hope for the future if we rely on secret wisdom of the past. The first chapter is called Boy Angel.  Here's part of it.  Let me know if you want to see more.

Chapter 1 – Boy Angel

Almost April.  The day was a picture postcard but my life was like an abstract painting thrown onto a canvas by a crazy artist.  Fain, a sleek dark greyhound walked slowly beside me in our orchard.  White sun and thick drifting clouds competed in a game of shadows.  A sweet breeze met us with faint perfume of wild violets.  My green hoodie was warm enough, just barely warm enough. I checked the pockets – cellphone in the right, piece of paper in the left.

Always, this grove of trees had been so comforting when I visited my grandparents every summer.  It was like druids could have held meetings beneath a canopy of branches, so peaceful and enchanting was the setting.  On this Spring day I stopped and watched my dog snuffle at places in last year’s faded, tall grass – but then he raised his head and stood motionless.

“What?” I spoke quietly.

I deleted most of this chapter as I'm editing it - don't want to post something that is no longer in the book!