Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Jan 13 - The Book Hook-up (review & interview)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Rand circled around until he towered over Malcolm’s head. He planted a booted foot on the chain linking the wrist shackles before Malcolm could flinch away. “Do it quick.”
Flora smeared the salve over his torn back. It burned like alcohol. The chains clinked as he jerked in shock and pain, but Rand’s foot pinned his arms fast to the ground. Malcolm screamed.
The goblins in the chamber clamored to the bars, hopping and laughing.
Malcolm bit back his screams. Hating… Hating how they delighted in his outcries. His throat strangled the sound. He sucked hissing breaths, shoving down the pain as much as he could. Shoving it down. Down. Down. Feel nothing. Feel nothing.
Rand backed off the chain. Malcolm rolled to his side, as he watched Rand and Flora leave the cell. The prickly burn dropped down to a full body throb.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The hills beneath which the Mounds were buried crumbled in on themselves. Deflated as the hollow caverns beneath lost stability. A cloud of dust and debris billowed out as the hills sunk down, turning instead into a crater.
Lugh gaped at it, dumbfounded. The other fey about him wept and screamed in their terror.
Homes… Family… Friends… Lives… Culture… History…
Lugh dropped to his knees. The strength drained from his arms and they slumped to his thighs. The lesser fey wept about him, but Lugh could not even reach past the shock to begin to comprehend grief. Pain, though… Pain cut right through him. His heart ached as if the silver dagger had been planted in his chest, rather than in the All-Mother’s. His head dropped back as his pain screamed out to the heavens above. The magic bond to the All-Mother, and to the magic of the Mounds, severed like a dirk sliced through it. Lugh clutched at his heart. Everything he was, was linked to the Mounds, to the magic, to his people.
The world had ended. And he, the Champion of the Sidhe, hadn’t been able to save it.
Enjoy: Linkin Park - In The End
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
To gain more power.
Certain forces and creatures are innately magical. These are ideal to use for magical works. Fey creatures are of particular importance. Their organs can be dried and ground into powder for potions. Their bones used to forge magic tools, such as knife handles or wands. Not a single part of a fey goes to waste. Certain tools, such as amulets, can drain a fey of magic, which can then be used by the wearer as their own until the supply of captured magic is spent. This is most commonly used with Glamour, but any magic can be drained and used in this manner. Because fey are such key ingredients, wizards are highly experienced in capturing them.
Wizards play a major role in Champion of the Fey and a minor role in Aftershock. Find out more about the world of The Sidhe at SidheTouch.com!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Jhaer moved once more, dodging the series of fireballs whipped at him. The wall holding the chain in place yielded to his magic and dropped the ring.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Lifting the paper Tiernan left, Jhaer read the names. Bryce and Kieran. Both just in their early twenties. Living for thousands of years, the Sidhe bred extremely slowly, a fertile couple only producing a few offspring in their lifetime. To all appearances, though, the exiles bred as rapidly as the lesser fey and humans. For the most part, Jhaer dismissed the outcast youths as no threat to the Unseelie Court, and not even worth keeping an eye on. Especially when matters in the Mounds with the Seelie deteriorated day by day.
But these youths were Sidhe, and by definition the personification of magic. Untrained, perhaps. Undisciplined, to be sure. But wild and free and the very essence of Unseelie. And the earthborn Sidhe almost assuredly outnumbered any surviving Sidhe from the Mounds. They were an untapped power, a resource that practically begged predators to hunt them. Jhaer had not missed the rumors about the wizards, long ago driven out of Ireland, beginning to weasel their way back in. Though by far the worst, wizards were hardly the only threat to the Sidhe. Vampires, and even opportunistic lesser fey like the retched Changelings, would pick off a Sidhe if they could manage it.
If the earthborns and exiles were all that remained of the Sidhe, the race would be extinct inside a year. Word of the Mounds collapse would already be whispering its way into the wrong ears. Though his people may not have been completely destroyed with the decimation of the Mounds, the end was only postponed until the scavengers descended upon the weak and wounded. Any Sidhe from the Mounds who did not link to the earth realm would Fade, and die from it or from an attack as soon as they grew too weak to fend it off. The earthborns, untrained and scattered, would be as easy to pick off as cubs once the pride that protected them was gone. More merciful if they all would have just died in the collapse than to Fade or die at the enemy’s merciless whim.
Tiernan was right. The Mounds were gone. The fey realm was never coming back. It was Earth or death. And Jhaer never for a moment considered bowing to death. Not for him. Not for the Unseelie. Not for the Sidhe.
Enjoy: Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
The woman scanned the street with a cursory glance. Lugh remained perfectly still. As her gaze flicked by him he thought, for almost a fraction of a second, she made eye contact.
She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and strolled at a good pace away from him. Lugh dropped down off the garden wall to trail her, his Glamour still tight to him. Her skirt swished in the most fascinating way as it brushed against the maiden’s lovely bum. With casual curiosity, Lugh studied the movement of the cloth as he strolled along behind her, learning the shape of her with each whispered hint of the fabric, a rounded handful that promised a soft surrender.
Enjoy: Pitbull - Give Me Everything ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack, Nayer
Sunday, December 11, 2011
The Shining Court
Although all Sidhe possess beauty, grace, magic and power, the marked differences between the Seelie and Unseelie is in our self expression. The Sidhe of the Shining Court are civilized, polite and gracious in all endeavors. We appreciate the poetry of life and express ourselves with a beautiful language. Though naturally beautiful, the Seelie love flourishes and flairs that highlight our perfection. The Seelie may seem egotistical, even for the bold race of the Sidhe, but it is not ego for ego's sake. We simply are the pinnacle of light magic and as such have an example to set for all other fey who align themselves with the forces of light. Noble and honorable, the Seelie Court reaches out with compassion and to all our fey brethren.
Since the Unseelie exiles migrated to this earth realm and link themselves to it, there have been a few changes. One of the most interesting has been the baby boom. Fey generally breed slowly. Living thousands of years and yet only having a few offspring in all that time. The Unseelie Sidhe of Earth have experienced a sudden burst in population, breeding as quickly as humans. We 'earthborns' have more than quadrupled the Unseelie population on Earth in just a few decades. The first of the new generation of Unseelie are coming of age. Born and raised on Earth, comfortable with human culture so we can use all the advantages of technology, and having been raised without the dictatorship of the Seelie to restrain our nature. We are the future of the Unseelie manifesting. We are young. We are wild. We are free. We will not surrender.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
This song works perfectly for Malcolm in Scars of Silver. That one is an intense story. I'll add a snippet below to give you a taste.
(A big thanks to @yagiz who mentioned Hoobastank and reminded me of this song!)
The next time the goblins came for him they flooded into the chamber and then spilled through the bottleneck at the door of his cell, filling the space with their leathery, spindly bodies like an army of giant insects, all hive mind with one focus. Even knowing he’d lose, Malcolm never stopped struggling. Never accepted. He squirmed wildly as he bodysurfed along the mass of them, spindly arms keeping him aloft. Only then did he notice the humans beyond the mosh pit of goblins. Three females and a male, huddled close to each other, out of the sea of goblins and staring at Malcolm with starved intensity, like they could eat him up raw.
The goblins tossed Malcolm down on his partially healed back. The silver was released from his wrists. Any relief from the burns vanished under the twisting grip of clawed fingers. This time goblin hands secured his arms and legs, not bonds.
Malcolm twisted uselessly against them, growling viciously. Words meant nothing here. A wasted effort. Nothing could scream his protest louder than the violence of his struggle and the throat ripping fury in his snarl.
And all of it… None of it… mattered.
Friday, December 9, 2011
I can't believe you blinking lied to me all this time! I'm not even human? What's that about? I'm supposed to have magic and cool powers? When were you even going to tell me this? Why did you have me rounding sheep in the boonies instead of teaching me this stuff? Thanks a whole flipping bunch! And what's up with this whole "we were gonna tell you when you were old enough" bollacks? And I'm not 'old enough' until I am 200? Are you flipping out of your nut? I'm not waiting any 200 years to get out of here. I'm not waiting until I'm 18 either! You can forget it!
So don't try and stop me. I'm grown enough to go out on my own and I am going to do it. I'm going to find out all the stuff you wouldn't tell me. Who I really am. What it means to be a Sidhe. All of it. And without any of your help.
(Read the start of Malcolm's story in Scars of Silver. His story doesn't end there... Not by a long shot!)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The closer she came to Rico the heavier the air felt. Thick with magic. London trembled. She tilted her head up to gaze into those deep eyes. Body heat spread over her like oil. His hands settled at the small of her back and pulled her body against his. His easy strength supported her even when her legs couldn’t. The first brush of his lips against hers sent a tingle through her. The flick of his tongue made her lips part to inhale him.
The kiss was sensual. Slow and deep. London closed her eyes. Breathing him in, the magic cascaded into her once more. It tasted like rain. His power soaked into her, drenched her body in bliss. London circled her arms around his neck, drawing him deeper into the kiss.
More… She wanted more…
His hands slipped down to grip her bottom. She wrapped a leg around him and ground needfully against him. The magic drove into her core, intense with sexual pleasure. She shuddered as it spared no part of her being. The magic-induced orgasm exploded within her. Power spilled from Rico into her mouth, thick and rich. The scent of storm clouds filled her awareness. The kiss washed away everything. Everything but this moment, this fulfillment, this manifestation of perfect passion. She cried out into Rico’s mouth, but refused to let their lips part so it could escape.
Suddenly, the magic ceased. Just like the flick of a switch. London’s eyes snapped open.
“You work for me,” Rico informed her. “You work for no one else. You will tell me all you know, with no hesitation.”
Enjoy Flyleaf - All Around Me
You’d think the fey would have each others' backs. That’s what you’d think… if you never met any.
Malcolm is Sidhe, the only race that possesses the coveted magic of the Touch. He’s also an untrained teenage runaway who only just discovered that he’s fey. He thought the fey would have each others' backs. That’s what he honestly thought…
Until he met a Changeling.
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Monday, December 5, 2011
In Aftershock there is a scene in the Glamour Club where a fey rock band does a cover of a 'popular song.' That song is I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin. Here's part of the scene from the book, and the Glamour Club video with the lyrics on the screen.
The band of Dark Elves, calling themselves The Fury, started up another set of rock music. Not something Donovan was very familiar with, but he liked the heavy percussion and the determination in the voice of the lead singer as he roared at the crowd that he would not bow and he would not break. Very Unseelie in sentiment. Apparently, the band played popular music because most of the fey sang along during the chorus.
Kieran and Dawn danced among the crowd, undulating against each other with more than a casual familiarity. The view from Donovan’s private table situated against the simple but elegant guardrail overlooked the dance floor set a couple of steps down from the main bar area of the Glamour Club. Leaning back, he cast a proprietary glance around the rest of the club, not the least surprised to find it packed on opening night. They’d had trouble keeping the fey out until the construction was completed.***
Enjoy: Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow
On top of all this wonderful interaction, we’ve also been working our fey butts off on the next installments on the storylines. The second Champion of the Sidhe story is out, with Lugh being heroic and endlessly Seelie. The second Rise of the Unseelie, “Scars of Silver” comes out this week, and introduces Malcolm, one of my personal favorite characters and I hope you love him as much as I do. Then we have the second and third Touched stories coming out in the next few weeks. Those are called “Addicted” and “Enchanted”. Just finishing up the edits and cover art. Things are getting more desperate for London, with her addiction to the Touch intensifying.
Watch for links in “Addicted” to both Lugh’s story as well as Malcolm’s. As the storylines progress watch for more links and “Easter eggs,” as the bigger picture starts to unfold and connect things.
We are also putting together a month long blog tour and celebration of the Touched series coming in January. The other two series will be getting their tours in the months to follow. We’ll let you know what all is planned when we get closer to that time.
If you want to give us some feedback or suggestions hit me up at Archer [at] SidheTouch.com. We’d also love for you to rate the stories on Kindle, Barnes and Noble or Goodreads. That’d be awesome and greatly appreciated!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
At one time I was the Champion of the Sidhe and defender of all fey. I was a hero. I was revered. My reputation preceded me. I was the greatest of the high race of fey known as the Sidhe. Now the fey survivors are scattered to far flung realms of existence. I have found few Seelie fey, those of the lawful alignment like myself. I hope some Seelie Sidhe still live and are just in hiding. The Unseelie have coped with their change in circumstance far better. Their chaotic spirits adapt easier to the environments where they find themselves. The difference between Seelie and Unseelie is more than just the difference between light and dark. It’s the difference between civilization and the wild. Neither is truly ‘good’ or ‘evil’, just motivated by different goals.
I suppose the heroic tendency is not easy to shrug off, even though I have tried. I find myself on a hopeless self-appointed quest to build a realm of magic for all fey. A homeland. Since the old realm collapsed I have discovered a very disconcerting problem. I knew my magic was tied into the realm in which I once dwelled, but I had no idea just how true that was until I was without it. My new vulnerability is disconcerting and I am determined to hide the truth from friend and enemy alike.
For as you may know or have suspected, I am Lugh Samildanach of the Tuatha de Dannan. The Shining One. Son of Cian. Master of battle and sorcery. The Celtic god of the sun. I am the greatest of the high and glorious race of fey. Champion of the Sidhe. And the once and future king of the Seelie court.
(Read more about Lugh in his mini-series Champion of the Sidhe)
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The fey are Fading. Extinction is inevitable. Lugh, one of the few fey to survive the Collapse, is already beginning to suffer the effects. Only a long shot quest to recover the artifacts might be able to restore the source of fey magic. And the first artifact Lugh seeks is dead in the heart of wizard territory.
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
The Sidhe as a whole are beautiful people, and know it. They are not above using that beauty to get what they want.
As far as powers go, there are three powers that ALL Sidhe have in common: Glamour, the Touch, and Teleportation. Teleportation, obviously, is simple teleporting from one location to another. Of course the more experienced you are, the better you can teleport. Those who have just learned, will have difficulty teleporting outside the building they are in. Those who have been around a while and know the full extent of their powers, may very well be able to teleport to the other side of the planet. To teleport somewhere, it must be a place they have seen before. Whether it is with their own eyes, in a picture, or even in a mental image, such as through the the Touch.
The Touch, is a conscious release of magical energy through physical contact. Physical contact, holding hands, touching a shoulder, any kind of touch, is not always the Touch. It must be a conscious release of energy, willingly giving that energy to the person they are in contact with. This release of energy is pleasurable for the one receiving it. All magical beings can recieve the Touch, but only Sidhe can give it. The Touch must be through actual skin to skin contact. Thoughts and emotions are often transferred along with magic during the Touch, but the pathway is one way. Always going from the Sidhe to the one being Touched.
Now Glamour, is fairly simple. All Sidhe are elves. They posses elfin traits, like the slight points to their ears which would be obvious to anyone who saw them without some form of disguise. Glamour is the disguise used by most fey. It is our way of altering our appearance so that we fit in with the locals more easily.
The final point about all Sidhe is that every individual has a unique power that pertains only to them. Although there is no limitations to what that power might be, those who are Seelie lean more towards powers of Light. Where as Unseelie lean more towards powers of Darkness.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Enjoy the Glamour Club's video pick:
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
By gathering artifacts from the first realm of fey and imbuing it with her magic she was able to create a pocket of reality below the surface of the earth. From the outside, the only evidence of this pocket of reality was the mounds, or small hills, hidden within a magical wood. Thus the new realm became known as the Mounds. Within the Mounds existed a whole world until itself, complete with a sky with its own illusion of a sun and moon and stars. A vast expanse existed magically within the Mounds, as large as all of Ireland. Many fey migrated to the Mounds and lived there for thousands of years.
For her part in the creation of the Mounds, Danu became known as ‘mother ‘ to all fey, not only the Sidhe. As before the Sidhe ruled the Mounds, separated into the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Danu, having always aligned herself with the Seelie, favored this Court above the other. Without question the Seelie allowed Danu to appoint their kings. With the long lived race of Sidhe, kings did not die and pass down their crowns to their children. While Danu’s whims determined the Seelie ruler, the Unseelie selected their ruler based on skill with magic and cleverness in negotiation.
After thousands of years, punctuated with brief periods of war between the Courts, the first hint of true devastation emerged in the form of a vision by the Unseelie prophetess, Aoife. The prediction? One day the two Courts would merge and the Mounds would crumble. The Seelie rejected the prophecy as nothing but Unseelie propaganda.
Many Unseelie fled the Mounds and returned to the earth realm. They tied their magic to the ley lines of Earth instead of to the fey realm, unsure of how long that realm would continue to exist. Something about the magic of the earth realm sparked an unexpected increase in the number of fey offspring, rapidly increasing the number of young Unseelie Sidhe. To keep the children safe from all those who might prey upon them many of these Unseelie children were brought up in rural areas and kept away from human children. Many were never even told that they were anything but human, with the intention of teaching them about their true heritage once they were deemed ‘old enough.’
Through politics and influence, the Seelie Court finally realized its ambition to unify the Courts. That very day the magic of the Mounds shattered and the pocket realm crumbled in on itself. Very few fey residing in the Mounds escaped the disaster. After the Collapse, those surviving fey that have not tied themselves to the ley lines of Earth began to suffer from a condition known as the Fade. All fey are half physical and half magical. Just as they need food and drink to sustain their bodies, so too do they need a replenishing source of magic. Without the magic of the Mounds to link to, the fey suffering from the Fade became weak. Eventually they will lose the solidity of their bodies, becoming as ghosts, before finally fading completely from existence.
The Unseelie, most of who are of the new generation of 'earthborns' and less than 30 years in age, vastly outnumber the surviving Seelie. Many of these Unseelie are untrained and are easy prey to wizards, vampires and other predators.
While times are dire for the fey, most especially the Sidhe, there may yet exist the barest whisper of hope.
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Monday, November 14, 2011
Enjoy: Evanescence - Going Under
Friday, November 11, 2011
Blow by Ke$ha is the perfect Glamour Club song. Hope you enjoy!
As compelling as each story is meant to be, the best part is that it doesn’t end there. One ride of the roller coaster is never enough for the intensity junkie. The next story in the line picks right up where the last one left off. Building on the drama. Stoking the fire for the next battle.
But that is still not intense enough. Not for The Sidhe. Because each line interweaves with the others. Success for the Seelie is a blow to the Unseelie, and vice versa. The predators hurting the fey will never give up. The Collapse shredded everything the Sidhe held dear, but they can’t stop now. They can’t mourn their loss or their dead. The fight for survival has never been so dire. Their magic, their culture, their entire race brinks on extinction.
And we are just getting started! Pounding action, tight plots, passionate characters all driving toward an intense climax.
More than anything, when you catch your breath, we want to hear you say, “That was intense! When’s the next story coming?”
‘Cause we are intensity junkies, just like you!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The enchanted gold dust spiraled in a vortex as if a miniature tornado spun within the vial. The glass container itself was not much longer or wider than Lugh’s index finger. Magic twinkled off the dust, as though chips of stars mixed with the gold.
Lugh glanced up from the vial to the row of terraced houses. They had the architectural appeal of bay windows and artistic brickwork. Even still, this neighborhood in Bristol appeared unremarkable compared to most other modern, middle class neighborhoods in England. If not for the reaction of the gold dust in the vial, Lugh would not have guessed that one of the artifacts might have found its way to such an unassuming place. Somewhere in the heart of this mundane humanity, seemingly devoid of even the faintest spark of magic, lay a fragment of the ancient realm of fey.
Even this bit of magic in his hand, this vial of enchantment, seemed ridiculously insignificant in the hands of a Sidhe. And yet held within its simple magicraft it harbored the fragile hope that might save what little survived of the fey. The notion was laughable. The likelihood of success so slim as to be the width of a fairy’s eyelash from total impossibility. Fool’s errand this might be, what else had he? Accept defeat and surrender to the Fade with noble stoicism?
For most of the morning, Lugh watched the house from his perch on the top of a stone garden wall just across the narrow lane. Secure in the belief that his Glamour rendered him invisible to the eyes of mortals, Lugh debated his options. Direct assault? Not his usual strategy, but not beneath him, either. The double-paned, wood-framed windows likely would shatter beneath a precise kick. Then there was the consideration of someone summoning the constables and that was always a needless hassle.
Without having seen inside the building, Lugh could not merely teleport into the house. How ignoble of him to contemplate peeping through the window like a tomcat. Still, if it brought him the prize he sought, then nicety must give way to necessity.
As Lugh debated his options, a young blonde woman emerged from the house. Her loose hair fell in unkempt locks down her back and shoulders. The patchwork peasant skirt flattered her lovely, long legs. The skirt had a gypsy look to it, as did the odd choices of tops. The long, pale blue sleeves flared around delicate forearms, and a dark, tight-fitting top covered it, so the elbow-length sleeves contoured to her thin arms and the feminine curves of her chest.
A seductive grin tugged at his lips. Now charming beautiful women was one of his specialties.
*end of sample*
"Champion of the Fey" coming soon!
Friday, November 4, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The Life of a Scribe
(By Willem Ghall, Scribe of the First Order granted dominion over the library of Danu and Keeper of the All-Mother’s Archives)
Most Scribes do not include themselves within the histories they keep, as we are more the observers and chroniclers of the times we live in rather than the architects of it. Quite simply, since the Collapse no fey can fully discount their contribution to the future we must forge. For my part, I vow to keep as accurate and detailed a record as I can assemble, either through my own efforts or through documents provided by my colleagues. I shall endeavor to add to this collected work as swiftly as I am able. The works you find scattered here upon these digital pages are my early efforts. I vow to expand upon them as long as I am able, for if the Fade does not claim us all these records and scraps of history will remain to illuminate the live and times of the few survivors, and those who rose to the nobler calling of their hearts to save us all.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
I still have to get onto the promos and work on the new stories for November! "Champion of the Fey" is done. "Scars of Silver" is written and in edits. "Addicted" is halfway through the first draft. So no rest for the wicked, I suppose!
In case you'd like to check out the launch titles you can find them at the links below. Smashwords has a bunch of different formats, including Nook, Kindle, Sony, PDF and a many more. If you like them, I hope you'll consider leaving a little review. That would mean a lot.
End of the World on Kindle and Smashwords.
Aftershock on Kindle and Smashwords.
Cursed on Kindle and Smashword.
Now... I am going to crash... And probably dream of the Sidhe!
Friday, October 28, 2011
I have loved elves since I can remember. I used to read Dragonlance novels and I collected every Elfquest comic book that was printed. The magic, the grace and the beauty of the elves captivated me. When I was older I learned of the noble elves of Celtic myth, known as the Sidhe. I devoured all I could find about them, which was not much. Even still, when I fell into role-playing on the internet, my first character was a Sidhe. And so was the second, the third, the fourth and so on! Twice over the course of several years I have been a part of a large group of role-players. And even when I was gaming one on one, it was always my Sidhe characters that I played. Living in their skins, seeing the world through their perspective, and reacting to a slew of unpredictable vampires, shape-shifters, witches, deities and a smattering of various other oddities. These experiences shaped the characters and their stories in marvelous ways.
Lugh has long been by most popular character. Bold and noble. Egotistical, but with a sense of humor about it. When my fingers hover over the keys, and it is time for Lugh to come forth and do his thing, it is like channeling. He is his own person and he wouldn't have it any other way. My writing partner, Ravynheart, played Donovan in our role-playing group, and the two of them are electric as opponents. I love every second of it.
One of the most exciting things about writing The Sidhe with Ravynheart is that we get to share the adventures we've built with you. You get a taste of their conflict to come in "End of the World" and "Aftershock". Over the next few books both sides work to rebuild what they lost when the Mounds collapsed, unaware that the other one survived. Once they catch wind of each other, the fey fur is going to fly!
More than anything I hope that you enjoy the adventure and excitement. I live in this fantasy world. I live through these characters. I've been doing it for several years. My gaming partners have always been excited to see what new twist will come and have enjoyed the quality of my writing. (I have written under other pen names and been working at the craft for over a decade.) I am geeked at the chance to bring this world and these characters to life for you to enjoy, too.