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Tuesday Tales: Writing Angry

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry bunch that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our word prompt is angry. My excerpt is from a paranormal fantasy in which a goddess inhabits the body of an archaeological assistant. Please read the excerpts of the other authors at Tuesday Tales.

Simon pushed open the front door and handed her the key. “Usual shots?”

Tight lipped, she marched in, not waiting to see if he followed.

He was right behind her. “What’s got you in a tiff?”

“Nothing.” She shed the gauzy wrap and dropped it and the ridiculously dainty evening purse onto a chair. She wanted to stomp her foot and pummel him. Instead, she made her way to the small kitchen island that served as a bar.

“It’s clear you’re angry. You’re mad as a hornet. What did I do?”

She gritted her teeth and met his baffled look. A lock of hair fell over one eye, and he ruffled it back in that endearing way he had. Her glare softened, and a wavering sigh escaped her lips. He’d never claimed to be more than her friend. She couldn’t blame him for being attracted to the goddess of love. “Nothing at all. Sorry, I guess the theft has me rattled.”

Relief spread over his features, and he took his place at the bar to pour their shots.

She dropped ice in two glasses and splashed in the chaser. “So, you liked that ritzy place tonight?”

“Not particularly. Why’d you pick it?”

She shrugged and clinked shot glasses with him. “Thought it might be interesting. Cheers.”

“Down the hatch.”

They took the second batch to the living room. He pushed the television button, while she fished her bedroom slippers from under the couch. Without having to ask, he selected their favorite channel with all night classic horror films. Dracula leered seductively.

He glanced her way. “The food was good though. What there was of it.”

His pretend grumble made her laugh.

“Also it got you all glammed up.” He touched a finger to the soft peachy pink material. “You look nice.”

Sprite tickled her nose as she took a sip. “Thanks, Simon.”

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt angry. I’m glad you stopped by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Thank

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, 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. Appropriate for this week, our word prompt is thank. The excerpt is from a dark fantasy romance. Read the other Tuesday Tales excerpts.


She touched his forearm, feeling the tension rippling through his muscles. “I have a stake in this. I want to go with you.”

“I fear for your well-being.”

I can handle it. I’m strong, remember?”

“Your powers are impressive, no doubt.”

“Well, then.”

“Are you sure, Resa?”

Her name on his lips brought a lump to her throat. “Yes.” She turned to find the forest crone watching them, her expression guarded.

A gnarled finger pointed at Rhade. “I shall have your answer, warrior. Will you seek the answers from eons ago? Yay or nay?”

He nodded. “I will, Lady Vespa.”

Resa released the breath she’d been holding.

“So be it.” From an intricately carved wooden chest, the crone removed a small drawstring bag laced with shining gossamer threads, offering it to Resa. “A magical reticule. Larger within than without.” From kitchen cupboards she gathered vials of tincture and tiny jars with pungent herbs, each labeled as to their purpose. “Put these inside.”

After doing so, Resa secured the reticule inside an interior pocket of her crossbody satchel.

To Rhade, Vespa presented a jar of salve. “For the soles of your feet. Sop it on an hour before the journey.”

The jar went into one of the warrior’s pouches.

Finally, Vespa gave Resa two strips of vellum decorated with ornate symbols. “The time tickets with my seal. Keep them safe.” Her voice intensified, reverberating with power. “The time portal is ancient, older than anyone knows. Nowadays they cloak it with computers and machines, but the only real power is the ancient magic. The Wytchfae in charge of the portal—the real portal, not the fancy outer wrappings—is an old friend of mine. She will do her best for you.” She produced a pair of scissors. “Token me with a lock of hair, each of you.”

Dropping the hair into the crone’s palm, Resa opened her lips for words of gratitude.

“No need to thank these old bones. Begone, and safe journey.”


I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt thank. Enjoy your week! Return now to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance




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 Seeds

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 our word prompt is seeds. My snippet is from a dark fantasy romance in which the heroine’s sister has been kidnapped. When you’re done here, please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

“Mother of all, ancient heart, ancient mind, keep us safe in the light as we journey through the night.”

From the east, she walked into the middle of the circle and faced north.

Legs braced, she drew in several deep breaths and centered herself. Briskly rubbing together mitten-clad palms to heighten the flow of energy within her body, she chanted opening words of praise and supplication to Mother Earth in whose frozen bower she played. Deep underground, she sensed winter’s sleep beginning to subside and give way to seeds of spring. Soon the white landscape would ripple with green shoots and riots of color. She swayed from side to side, feeling the measured, immense heartbeat of the earth beneath her. Like a bass drum it sounded in her senses. Her heartbeat slowed to match.

She warmed and relaxed as she slipped into an altered state, alpha brain waves opening to the legacy of her witch heritage, as well as her faery lifeblood. That blood flowed and surged, a powerful river within her. It called to the ancient world of faery, a state before and in between matter where possibilities swirled in indefinable simplicity and grace.

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Her face lifted to the sky and her head filled with the silent music of the lights cascading from the north.

When faery heat suffused her from head to toe, she removed the mittens and stuffed them in her pocket.

She opened to her special goddess, calling upon the familiar essence she knew so well. Swaying from side to side, she allowed the words to come forth freely and unbeckoned.

“Goddess Rhiannon, bless this casting and encircle me with your power tonight as I seek to enter and safely retreat from the dim underworld of the soul eaters. In the throes of dark sorcery, those unclean aggressors captured our sister. Their action is unsanctioned and out of kilter. It is not the way of things. Be with my companions and me as we deliver her back to the world of the living. Give us safe journey there and here.”

Her heart pounded as a figure cantered from the forest on a grey and silver dappled horse. Like a revelation of spring, the goddess known for riding side-saddle gracefully guided the unbridled mare. On one slender arm was a basket that overflowed with fruits, flowers, and other rich bounty from the earth. The Wytchfae lowered her head in thankfulness to the goddess, inhaling the intoxicating scent of roses, grapes, and cinnamon.

I hope you enjoyed my snippet based on the word seeds. Thanks for stopping by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance


Fae Friday: Creative Ways to Shrink Yourself

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What’s your favorite fairy tale? Do you remember from your childhood days? Put on your thinking cap because it can reveal the mysteries of your deeper self. Are you Cinderella, champion of the downtrodden? A maidenly Snow White unhappy with her alter ego, the evil bitch queen? An intrepid wit getting the upper hand on a sinister Rumpelstiltskin? Sleeping Beauty waiting for a wake up kiss? A thrill seeking Little Red Riding Hood? Or are you the big bad wolf?

From a young age my favorite fairy tales were East of the Sun and West of the Moon, Snow White and Rose Red, The Twelve Dancing Princesses, and The Snow Queen. Magic runs through all, as in most fairy tales, but a major theme of these four stories is that things are not what they seem. The world is ultimately infused with mystery. This theme speaks to my need to see beyond the superficial, beyond what is in front of my eyes, into the shining dark deep magic of life.

In East of the Sun and West of the Moon, the heroine’s curiosity compels her to sneak upon her lover in the darkness to discover why he forbids her to look at him at night. After she is amazed to see a handsome, sleeping form, he is catapulted away as a beast due to her lack of trust. She must undergo an arduous journey to the home of the blustery North Wind to find her beloved. St. Elmo, a 1896 novel by Augusta Jane Evans, reminds me of this fairy tale. Have you read that fine old melodrama? It is filled with old fashioned literary allusions.

The sisters in Snow White and Rose Red defeat a malicious dwarf when they trick him into letting his beard be cut. Afterward, they are both rewarded with a prince,and their lives are successful mirror images. Snow White rises to pomp and circumstance, while Rose Red lives close to the magic of the earth. She  tends the hearth and knows the murmurings of trees. Rose Red was always my favorite. Which do you prefer?

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An invisible cloak is used by the hero in The Twelve Dancing Princesses to discover why the girls’ shoes are worn out every morning. For years they’ve trekked down to a secret world below ours and jitterbugged all night. Would you be bold enough to travel into an alternate dimension? What if the dimension is your own inner self?

My favorite part of The Snow Queen is where the old wise woman in the hut writes a secret note to her faraway sister– on a fish. The heroine goes through a lengthy journey to find the whereabouts of her beloved and for a while gets to experience a rollicking gypsy life.

In different ways we all search for mystery and magic. Your favorite fairy tale can tell you something about yourself and your world view. If you believe in fairy dust, beasts are sometimes handsome princes, there are parallel worlds where you can dance all night, and both nature and fish speak volumes. So now and then let’s close our eyes–and listen.

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

Fae Friday: Rune of the Day – Inguz

Inner self, higher self, higher power, spirit, angels, goddess, fae, source. There are many names for the sacred wisdom threaded throughout our reality. My old metaphysical teacher called it Spirit, and that’s how I tend to refer to it most times. We can call on the underlying wisdom to guide us. How does it answer? The ways are countless, and one way is rune casting. This is an ancient method from the frozen north, used by Vikings and other Germanic cultures. Runes shine a light on the ripe possibilities of the moment. A casting also comes in many patterns and forms. In the old days one who practiced the magic of runes was called a Vitka. For a swift reading, I draw one rune.

I close my eyes and ask Spirit for guidance, for a message. What do I need to know at this time? From my bag of amethyst runes, I draw forth a single stone. I listen with open mind and heart.

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Today I draw Inguz. Its shape is that of an X standing on top of another X. Part of the traditional Germanic Futhark or runic alphabet, it is one of the eight runes under the patronage of the warrior god Tyr. Lately my runic messages seem to be predominantly of Tyr’s Eight. Tyr shines in our minds as the god who bound the monstrous wolf Fenrir, losing a hand in the process.

Inguz speaks of fertility and new beginnings. Its qualities are that of the hero god Ing, whose name I settled on my hero Ingvar in my first book, Wytchfae Runes. Ing and Ingvar remind me of the noble knight Sir Gawain, who strived to maintain his integrity in the deceptive situations he encountered.

The mysterious, changeable moon is related to the energy of Inguz. Each night the moon presents a different face as it travels swiftly in its heavenly orbit, from new to old and back to new in only 28 days. The moon indicates movement and emotional health. Inguz represents these concerns, as well as intuition, a desire for harmony, and the adaptability needed for success.

Inguz signals an emergence from a tense, closed state into a more fertile, creative mode of being. It is a powerful rune signifying a new path and a transition into joy. What may have been stagnant now has the energy to blossom. It is important to actively strive to shake off old habits and outdated thoughts patterns that no longer serve our best interests. Change is at hand.

Recently I completed a life task that has been troubling me for some time. Another such task in also nearing completion. Drawing Inguz seems a validation that these changes are needed and sanctioned by the universe.

I hope you enjoyed our look at Inguz, the Rune of the Day. What’s on your mind after reading this?

More: The Book of Runes by Ralph Blum

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

Mythic Monday: Scorpio Goddess Hecate

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“He then the name invokes
Of Hecate; abundant honour straight
Shall follow on his path, if to that prayer
Gracious the goddess leans and opulence
Attends his footsteps; for the power is hers.”
     Hesiod, translated by Sir Charles Abraham Elton, from Theogony

“It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.”
     John Keats, from On the Sea

As the Wheel of the Year swirls into late autumn, the energy of Scorpio mirrors the cooling of earth and the slow descent into dormancy. The mood becomes more distant, less fiery and emotional, yet not detached in the way of an air sign. Rather, the sense is of the closeted dampness of inner earth, where mysteries abound and life and death intertwine. Scorpio is self-aware and also cognizant of various realities. During this time of year we survey with wonder the changing colors around us, the dying of what was new last spring, and we are beckoned toward attentiveness to life’s mysteries. It is time for us to feel the energy of that which cannot be seen with the eyes. There is immense power now. Magic abounds. Honor the mystery and learn from it, while protecting your own sense of self. Things are not always what they seem, and differentiation of your spirit among many is a worthy task. I honor the great goddess Hecate as the 2015 patron goddess of Scorpio.

Although Hecate is considered a Greek goddess, Barbara G. Walker in The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myth and Secrets traces her beginnings back to ancient Egypt, where she was known as Hekat, the powerful goddess of midwifery and magic. Other spellings are Heket and Heqit. Hekat’s powers flowed from the very source of death and creation. As cosmic midwife, she brought spirit into the body and the world of the living. As priestess, she accepted spirit back into the underworld realm at death. Hekat evolved from an even earlier power, the heq or tribal matriarch of pre-dynastic Egypt. The tribal matriarch commanded the sacred mother’s words of power called the hekau. These magical incantations were vital to gain entrance into various areas of the underworld.

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To the ancient Greeks, Hecate was a Titan, one of the divinities preceding the Olympic gods. Only she and Zeus had the unique power of being able to grant or withhold at will anything from humankind. Some say her worship came to Greece from Thrace. As cosmic midwife Hecate retained her association with the mysteries of life and death. She existed as a trinity, ruling heaven, earth, and the underworld. In heaven she was the moon Hecate Selene, on earth she was Artemis the Huntress, and in the underworld she became Persephone the death goddess. From the trinity of maiden, mother, and crone, Hecate was most aligned with the dark crone aspect. Hebe or sometimes Persephone denoted the maiden. Hera or sometimes Demeter represented the mature woman. As a triple goddess, Hecate was closely associated with moon goddesses Selene, Artemis, and Diana. Offerings were left for her at crossroads where three roads met. She was the queen of witches and magic, and as Diana this association extended through Roman times and the many centuries following. She was invoked at crossroads at the midnight hour, and magical rites were performed in her name. She was sought after for her powers of healing, guidance, prophecy, and compassion for humanity.

May we all be blessed by the healing and reverence of hidden mysteries as bestowed by one of the most ancient goddesses, Hecate. When you look up at the waxing moon tonight and the full moon five days from now, perhaps you’ll think of the moon goddesses of old.

GuardianoftheDeep_SM (1)Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal 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: Rune of the Day Berkana by Flossie Benton Rogers

BerkanaToday on Mythic Monday we start a new feature called Rune of the Day. Divination has always fascinated me, not so much to see what the future brings, but to get insight into the possibilities and fertility of the moment. Runes are one of my favorite methods. Runes constitute an ancient Germanic alphabet in use starting in the 1st century AD. They were valuable to the Scandinavians, Anglo-Saxons, and other Germanic peoples, for writing as well as for magical purposes.

Rune layouts range from simple to complex, with the simplest being a single rune drawn in reply to a question. The question should be in a generalized form such as the following: “What do I need to know about my love relationship at this moment?” Once the rune is selected, the reading works best if the recipient does the following: Sit quietly and still your mind. Open your heart. Consider the following descriptions in connection with love, lovers, significant others, and romantic relationships. In stillness and openness comes the true meaning of the runes.

Today we look at Berkana, a rune that has kept its shape as our modern letter B. Berkana – overall message and energy:
Meaning- Growth, maturation, the natural flow of energy within yourself, beauty, the essence of springtime, new life, healing, a fresh start, new beginnings, ADVICE is to meet the challenges before you, transition from the old to the new, know yourself, stand by your loved ones and your own true self, you are sowing seeds—don’t expect overnight results, the harvest is yet to come, be patient and go with the flow while staying true to yourself.

I hope you have enjoyed our rune feature. Are you drawn to any particular form of divination?

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