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Tuesday Tales: Writing Turkey

 

Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a dedicated group that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today my passage is based on a picture of a glorious roasted turkey. The snippet is from a light paranormal set in the 1950s. The heroine works hard to make a living in her restaurant and raise her little daughter while awaiting the return of her husband from the Korean War. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

 

Laura paused with a spoon in mid air. Would Gwennie eat cranberry sauce? She doubted it, but it wouldn’t hurt to put a smidgen on her plate. Along with golden turkey topped by giblet gravy, dressing, mashed potatoes, English peas, and white rolls, it was dinner fit for a princess. If her little girl disliked eating out front in the restaurant rather than in a dining room like most of her friends, she never remarked on it. She was good natured and took most things in stride. Living in a restaurant with a skylight in her bedroom seemed adventurous at her age. Maybe someday after Jeff returned from overseas and the business built up, the three of them could afford a little house of their own.

Laura prepared a plate for herself as well, to join her daughter for the Thanksgiving meal. Since it was only eleven fifteen, there was not much of a crowd yet. They’d pile in by noon. “Crook a finger if you need me, Nita.”

An earnest grin shot back at her. “Will do. Now get on out there and relax a few. You and Bertha have been slaving over the stove since daylight.”

A few minutes later she and Gwennie dug into the feast. “This dressing is yummy, Mama.” She hid a smile as her daughter moved aside a tidbit of liver from the gravy. Then her brow scrunched at a taste of the cranberry sauce. “But this purple stuff.” She warbled it around in her mouth. “It’s pretty and looks like jelly but tastes sour.”

“Cranberry sauce should be tart. Have a sip of sweet tea after you swallow it, Gwennie. Then later you’ll have a slice of pumpkin pie, which will sweeten you up even more.”

That brought a peal of laughter. “You always say I’m sweet.”

“I should hope so! It’s a requirement of a young Miss, remember?”

“Oh, yes, and hold my pinky out. Only I haven’t a cup, just a glass.”

“A glass will do fine for a pinky extension.” She illustrated and Gwennie followed suit.    Her daughter nodded earnestly. “If we visit the Queen, we’ll be proper.”

“Plus a fine Miss doesn’t gobble everything down but always leaves one bite on her plate.”

“What for, Mama?”

“For the fairies.”

Blue eyes widened. “Fairies?”

Laura was getting into the spirit of whimsy, as her Granny used to do. “They’re invisible, and you can never catch them eating, but they’ll sneak a taste when you aren’t looking. And the old story goes you’ll be granted a wish for your generosity, especially close to Christmas time.”

“But Christmas is a whole month away!”

“Not long at all in fairy time. Another thing, too.” Laura held up a delicate v- shaped bone. “I saved the wishbone for you. We’ll let it dry for a day or two, and then you hold one end and I the other. We pull, and the winner is the one who ends up with the longest piece. It’s possible you could receive two special wishes, Gwennie.”

“Even if I win the longest piece, you can have that wish, Mama. I’m going to leave the fairies a bite, and I know what my wish is already. Do I have to keep it a secret?”

Laura glanced up at Jeff’s military portrait on the wall and touched her daughter’s cheek. “It’s best kept a secret, darling, until it comes true. That gives it extra special power.”

 

I hope you enjoyed my take on the picture prompt showing a beautifully baked turkey. Thanks for stopping by. Remember to return to Tuesday Tales and read all the fine offerings.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

 

Tuesday Tales: Writing Crush

It’s good to be back with Tuesday Tales, after the stress and aftermath of Hurricane Irma. Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our word prompt is crush. The excerpt is from a paranormal fantasy romance. Visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Realization settled like a stone in her belly. She was in the hands of the dreaded Firbolg, mortal enemies of her lineage, the Tuath. She had to figure a way out of this predicament.

Her stomach roiled from nerves and the rough trip Rhade insisted was necessary to escape the enemy. Without warning, he swung her from the mount and leapt down beside her, still clasping her arm. Shouts pierced the air. Their two escorts reacted with urgency, unsheathing their weapons and rushing toward the din.

Rhade hauled her up an incline toward a row of large rounded boulders and shoved her through a crevice and into a tight, enclosed space, landing on top of her. “They could not have seen you. You’re safe for the moment.”

Breathing was hard with his weight atop her. She pushed up at him as best she could, but her wrists were still tied together. She scrubbed the cloth from between her lips, and managed a hoarse whisper. “Damn you, barbarian. Get off. Are you trying to crush me? Who’s after you now? The Tuath?”

Grunting, he shifted his muscular form and maneuvered to the narrow crevice, peering through. “It’s the Fomor, not the Tuath, damn your eyes. Didn’t you hear their war cry? I’ve a good mind to toss you out to them.”

Her heart thudded. “You said I was safe.”

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“Your wagging tongue makes me reconsider.”

“You have no reason to fear me. I’m not the priestess you think I am.”

He snarled. “I fear no one.”

“There’s no reason to hate me either.”

Blue eyes flashed. “Have you forgotten I saw you at the battle of Boyne?  Face of an angel, heart of obsidian. Your lies won’t work on me.” His voice hardened. “And don’t try any magic either, if you want to live another day.”

His words swirled around her like strums of music. He thought she would use magic on him? Human manipulation was against all she had been taught. Her lips parted, and her gaze narrowed, sorting out possibilities. Damn right she would. She just had to figure out how.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt crush. Thanks for stopping by. Make sure to visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Mythic Monday: Dancing Fairies

When my son was little and I drove him to school, we always commented on the “foggy mist” appearing out in the meadow on damp autumn mornings. We knew that’s where fairies had been dancing all night. How wonderful to contemplate the little people and their musical merriment.

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Dancing Fairies by August Malmström [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Evidence of dancing sprites also appears in fairy rings, mushrooms that grow in a circle. Pixies love to use them as shelter and miniature maypoles.

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Fairy Ring by Aviddoghug at English Wikipedia (Original text: David Gough) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 An old folk tale from the Isle of Man tells the story of Billy Beg, Tom Beg, and the Fairies. When Tom first sees the little people, they come trooping and dancing into his view:

“The sound grew louder. First, it was like the humming of bees, then like the rushing of Glen Meay waterfall, and last it was like the marching and the murmur of a crowd. It was the fairy host. Of a sudden the glen was full of fine horses and of little people riding on them, with the lights on their red caps shining like the stars above and making the night as bright as day. There was the blowing of horns, the waving of flags, the playing of music, and the barking of many little dogs.” 

Derek and Brandon Fiechter certainly know how to convey the melodies of the magical old ones.

My wish for you: May you always have lilting music, sweet violets in the rain, and all the fairy sightings you can handle.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Mythic Monday: Come With Me to Fairyland

John Anster Fitzgerald, Spirit of the Night

John Anster Fitzgerald [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame!” William Butler Yeats, from his play The Land of Heart’s Desire

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By Alice Boughton (Whyte’s) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

William Butler Yeats (June 13,1865 – January 28, 1939)

The Land of Heart’s Desire was the first of Yeats’ plays to be professionally performed. In 1894 it had a six-week run at a theater in London. Yeats would go on to work with a core group of passionate literary lovers to establish the Irish National Theatre Society and the Abbey Theatre in Dublin, Ireland. His poetry is legendery, and he was awarded a Nobel Prize in 1923. 

 

But this incredible music by twin brothers Derek & Brandon Fiechter:

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Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

 

 

 

 

Mythic Monday: Why You Need Pillywiggins

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Spring fever has struck hard this year. Half the folks I know are currently digging in their gardens or sprucing up their lawnscape. Everyone’s goal is to add vibrant colors and pleasurable scents to their outside space. It’s good feng shui, and it’s good for the soul. Maybe you have a green thumb as my mother did. She could grow anything from a watermelon to a field of peas to a hollyhock. I am not that way. I need pillywiggins. I am all thumbs when it comes to plants, and none of the thumbs are green. If you are like me in that respect, you need pillywiggins, too.

Pillywiggins are the tiny winged fairies that tend to our spring flowers. They are playful creatures but not at all prankish or malicious. They are not much interested in humans at all, except to encourage spring fever and entice toward beautification of the outdoors. Originally they spent most of their energy on meadows of IMG_3087wildflowers. However, today they assist with human grown blossoms as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you can sometimes catch a glimpse of a pillywiggin hitching a ride on a bee or butterfly in route from flower to flower. Why do most spring blossoms multiply into lushness? It’s because of the nurturing activities of pillywiggins.

The queen of the pillywiggins is named Ariel, and although she has not been seen in a long time, she is reportedly a glorious sight to behold. Her appearance is tiny but perfectly formed, with blonde hair and a luscious, womanly body. Her white gown is so gossamer as to appear semi-transparent, and her eyes are periwinkle blue. She is known to seek 1693restful sleep in the folds of a cowslip. Oftentimes Ariel will sit sidesaddle atop a bat as she flits about keeping a watchful eye on the unfolding blossoming of spring. From her lips come the most melodious songs, and the winds are her harp music. She sings to awaken the flowers into beauty and to honor the goddess of spring. Nowadays, the pillywiggin queen spends most of her time in the summerland of fairy. Perhaps our spring fever and intentions to beautify our space will coax her forward into the earthly realm and bring a smile of delight to her lovely features. I like to think she approves of our efforts.PurpleDayFlower

What about you? Would you like the pillywiggins to assist in your garden?

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Romance

Sneak Preview!

Paranormal Romance Tour 7 (1)WHO: 12 Amazing Paranormal Romance Authors

WHAT: International Paranormal Romance Blog Tour

WHEN: Every Thursday, starting October 1st and lasting through December 17, 2015

WHERE: Right here in my little ole cyber crib

WHY: Your chance to discover some fab paranormal romance authors and books!

 

Authors in the tour are:

Cassandra Ulrich – http://cassandraulrich.blogspot.com/

Kimbra Kasch – http://www.kimbrakasch.com

 Lyndi Lamont http://lindalyndi.com/

Carmen Stefanescu – http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/

M S Kaye – http://booksbymsk.com/

Penny Estelle – www.pennyestelle.blogspot.com

Margo Bond Collins – http://www.MargoBondCollins.com

Daisy Banks – https://daisybanks.wordpress.com/

Adrienne Woods – https://woodsadrienne.wordpress.com/

Julie A. D’Arcy http://juliedarcystoryweaver.blogspot.com.au/

N. N. Light http://princessofthelight.wordpress.com

And me, who will be rolling out the process by posting my book information here tomorrow – Flossie Benton Rogers – http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog/

See you right here tomorrow!

Many thanks to the amazing Carmen Stefanescu for organizing the event.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Romance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mythic Monday: Scottish Ly Erg

Photo copyright Karen Barnett

Photo copyright Karen Barnett

In the misty glens of Scotland roams a solitary fae known as Ly Erg. He is often found near a body of water, the element most associated with his nature. Despite his watery affinity, Ly Erg’s overwhelming wish is to be a warrior. His head must be filled with stories of the great olden heroes, and he longs to share their glory. His wears the uniform of a soldier and, seeing him, you might think him one but for his diminutive size.

Although he is not a soldier who fights wars or contributes to an army, Ly Erg does have powers and battle skills. His right hand is red from the blood of those he has slain. Legend goes that in the 17th century, for instance, three separate men encountered Ly Erg, fought him, and died forthwith. By all accounts, any adversary to Ly Erg will not live longer than a fortnight. In case you didn’t know, a fortnight is 14 days or two weeks.

In some cases a boastful man, perhaps a bit tipsy on Scottish whisky or bravado, decides there is no way this small being can best him. He then challenges Ly Erg and meets his untimely fate. In other cases Ly Erg is the one who challenges—by raising his red hand. This has another meaning, however, similar to that of the notorious banshee. Ly Erg’s act of raising his red hand to a person is a portent of death for that unfortunate soul. From this aspect Ly Erg’s affinity to water makes sense. Remember the banshee is seen by the riverbank washing clothes—but only by those for whom death is nigh. Ly Erg’s proclivity toward the lifestyle of a soldier also fits in, since death comes frequently on the battlefield.

If you encounter the Scottish Ly Erg, the best thing to do is make a calm retreat and hope he doesn’t raise his right red hand.

See this picture of Ly Erg on Pinterest.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Romance

Mythic Monday: 7 Mystifying Traits of a Love Talker

rp_350px-Silbury_Hill_02.jpgFairies are fascinating. Traditionally, fairies are said to descend from an ancient Irish tribe, the Tuatha De Danann, children of the goddess Danu. Starting around 1900 BCE, they traveled from Scythia and became the first high kings of legendary Ireland. Some considered the Tuatha to be kings, queens, and warriors. Others considered them goddesses and gods who needed no physical ships to approach the land, but rode instead upon dark clouds.

Cultures throughout history tell of supernatural beings and bewitching spirits that move in and out of the human plane. In an expanded sense, many of these beings can also be termed fairies—the jinn, trolls, and jogah, just to name three out of hundreds of examples. What of our beloved mythological goddesses and gods? What of angels? And what of the reptilians, Nordics, and greys? Today we have more sightings of aliens from far off galaxies than leprechauns and goblins. Still, the subject involves beings with an origin other than human.

Today we take a peek at the Gan Ceanach or Love Talker of Irish myth. Less well known than the female fairy who seduces men into departing the human world and following her into the mystical fae dimension, the Love Talker works his masculine magic right here on the earth realm. He is not a vampire. He doesn’t drink your blood. He simply “loves them and leaves them,” as the old story goes.

  • Although his true appearance is dapper and diminutive, he can assume a full sized male form along the lines of Sam, Dean, Spike, or Angel—or name your own heartthrob.
  • When he murmurs into your ear, his husky voice rubs across your skin like plush velvet, stirring up your womanly desires.
  • Enjoying an appreciative, bejeweled woman, he loves to present you with colorful beads and baubles. Your treasure chest is likely to teem.
  • A misty aura surrounds him. Perhaps the resulting ions in the air contribute to his feeling of well-being and his ability to make others feel blessed.
  • Birds stop singing when he comes around. Apparently nature pauses and takes notice of this debonair fae. The way he strolls about the countryside, rudderless, and making great use of his beguiling charm reminds me of William Holden in Picnic.
  • His pocket always holds a bag of gold coins. He likes to wager and, when not seducing you, hangs around with a motley group of gamblers. I imagine this gang can get rowdy with no women to gentle their testosterone.
  • He has no shadow. A psychological meaning might be that he lives in the present and regrets nothing of the past.

Unfortunately, the women left behind by the Gan Ceanach often pine away to nothing with the loss of their love. I wonder—does he recall their names and faces or are they a mere string of blurry memories to this fairy knave?

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

Mythic Monday: Salamander Fae by Flossie Benton Rogers

LordofFire_MEDcroppedEYEeyeIn magic and fairy lore, salamanders are elemental fire spirits that are named after the lizard like amphibians called salamanders. In fact their appearance is identical to the amphibians. Only a person with second sight or heightened sensitivity or who is trained in the magical arts can distinguish the elementals from their biological counterparts. Salamanders are ancient spirits and are well aware of their value to the order of the world, as well as to those versed in spell casting and magic. Salamanders are favored by witches and ceremonial magicians for their great power, adaptability, and facility of being able to come and go from a magic circle that has been cast. If you think about magic as one method of communicating with unseen parallel dimensions, you begin to discern the true habitat of elemental salamanders.

Salamanders govern the direction of South in a magic circle. They are often sighted around candle flames, hearth fires, or outdoor bonfires. When a magic circle is cast, invoking the four directions, specifically calling the South direction is to beckon the fire elementals to appear and serve as guardians and power enhancers of the circle. They are great allies for all ritual and spell work. If the fire elementals are allowed to remain once a ritual is completed, however, energetic disruptions will surely ensue. Instead, they need to be enticed to return or firmly sent back to their own dimension.

The origin of salamanders is quite interesting, in that they come from a watery environment but are in charge of the opposite element of fire. Over 3,000 years ago in the Middle East, after much observation and study, revered mystics proclaimed that the astral version of the salamander existed not of water but of fire.

In some magic lore and philosophical studies as well, everything is in the process of moving toward and actually becoming its opposite. There is a magnetic attraction between the two, and each dances toward the other. Reality is shaped by this endlessly flowing energy and matter. To me, the salamander is a good example of a universal antithetical framework.

Compatriots of salamanders (fire) are sylphs (air), gnomes (earth), and undines (water).

In Demoness Dreams – Wytchfae 6, salamander fae serve the Goddess of the Underworld. After the Goddess leads him to the sequestered sanctuary deep within her mysterious abode, the fire elementals first appear to the hero Bane Heughar:

At last they came to a rounded crystal enclave where gleaming spears of quartz grew in wild abandon from the rocky walls and ceiling. The crystal luminescence created a dazzling bombardment amid the strategically situated torchlights. The power generated in the room heated his blood until his ears pounded. He cleared his throat to alleviate the pressure.

Helle made her way to a great tripodal cauldron perched on an array of low rocks. “Salamander fae, forged of earth’s blood, ye living fire, be at peace.” She fluttered her fingers, leaving a shimmering ripple in the air.

The flames beneath the tripod curled blue tendrils around the edges. Bane stepped closer. The tiny salamander fae, tenders of the sacred element, faded into the shadows, giving way to the Goddess. Their movement resounded in the enclave like the faint whispers of hissing steam.

The Goddess Helle swirled her hands back and forth over the cauldron and recited a strange incantation.

Even with his magical fae ability to understand foreign tongues, Bane couldn’t make out all the words. The language probably died out before humanoids rose on two limbs.

The water in the ancient cauldron churned and spewed in the presence of the Goddess of the Underworld. A shape formed in the vessel. The image blurred with the movement of the liquid and then stilled to reveal a stunning face. The woman’s hair glimmered like a halo of spun gold. A light kindled her exquisite features as if she looked upon a dazzling sight. A pleasurable thrill thrummed in the middle of Bane’s chest. When he spoke, his voice came out a whisper. “Who is she?”

Helle’s tone became cold and distant. “This is the visage of a Wytchfae named Neva Jaxony.”

Which type elemental are you most drawn to– salamanders of the fire, sylphs of the air, gnomes of the earth, or undines of the water?

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

Mythic Monday: Geetoes by Flossie Benton Rogers

HorseheadaWorldwide, the word fairy can refer to many different types of mysterious, supernatural beings. The Geetoe is a type of Welsh fairy creature with the head of a horse and the body of a goat. Another name for the Geetoe is Gitto. It is also sometimes called Gryphon, Griffin, and Griffith. These creatures possess the power of human speech and laughter. However, they do not like humans at all and go out of their way to cause harm. Their particular brand of maliciousness is to blight crops in the field. A Geetoe’s power arises only at night and extends between Samhain (Halloween) and Beltane (May Day). No one knows where the Geetoe disappears to during the rest of the year. I would say they spend the time in fairyland.

The timeframe is interesting. It means that if crops are brought to harvest at the usual time of year in the late summer and fall, then the Geetoe will not have access to blight them. Bereft of their favorite pastime, Geetoes will then search for other ways to visit their malevolence on humans. In the old tales, children are particularly cautioned not to speak to or try to become friendly with a Geetoe. And never, ever try to ride one! The result can never be good.

The Geetoe is similar to the Irish Phooka or spirit horse. Although Geetoes do not possess wings of the sort that a flying horse such as Pegasus does, they somehow manage to fly for short distances. They are able to fly from field to field in dark, during the months mentioned above, in search of crops to maim.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance