Novel Monday: Artifacts of Awareness – Chapter 27

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Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.

That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.

Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.

What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.

Artifacts of Awareness

By Meyari McFarland

27: Sending Idris Away

“Uh, we don’t have any boats.”

Three pairs of dimwitted eyes blinked back at Kennet. The entire morning had been spent with people staring at him with equally confused, startled expressions. Every single person that he’d talked to had responded to him as if he was speaking a language they didn’t understand even when he confirmed that they had heard what he’d said.

Kennet groaned. Fifteen fucking sets of morons in one morning really were too much. They stared when he said to clean up the trash. They blinked when he asked about where the food came from. All of them gaped when he asked who knew someone who knew someone who had a boat to take Idris across the bay. It was infuriating but now he knew why Queen Yafiah hadn’t been successful in regaining her throne.

He really hadn’t expected her men to be quite this lazy or stupid. Only three of them, Lord Ila and two of his friends, had any gumption at all. Unfortunately for Kennet, those three were only as helpful as they had to be. Lord Ila’s asshole of a brother Nahir was already on Kennet’s last nerve and was likely to be dead by nightfall if he didn’t stop scoffing every time Kennet opened his fucking mouth.

“I know that,” Kennet snarled at the current set of morons. “You do have relatives on the coast, right?”

“Well, yeah,” the tallest one said. “But they’re not our boats.”

“I don’t give a fuck if who owns the fucking boat!” Kennet shouted. “I want to ship the kid off on a boat to get him the hell away from here! Do you know anyone who’d be willing to take a passenger across the bay? For money?”

He added the last bit because they all started shaking their heads as if it was too much to ask. That their friends or relatives would get paid for it apparently changed the situation enough that they started talking amongst themselves in a dialect that even Na’im found difficult to follow. Kennet took a deep breath and let it out slowly to try and get rid of some of the anger that had built up. This whole situation was fucked and he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to fix it.

Hell, he wasn’t sure he wanted to try. Running away seemed like a better option every time one of these idiots gaped at him when he asked about something.
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Cover Art!

:D I always like sharing cover art!

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First off is the cover for this week’s story, Electric Time. I’m so incredibly happy with how this one turned out. Not exactly represenative of the story but close enough in imagry that I’m happy. *cheers* (May go back and add a color bar behind the author name but we’ll see)

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And the second cover is for Child of Spring, the story I wrote that made me literally cry my eyes out as I wrote the ending. Beloved grandpa’s dying just kill me. I like this one too, though not quite as much.

I may go through and redo all the covers for the Mouse and Snake verse (which these are from) to a similar style.

Just wanted to share! :D

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Worldbuilding Wednesday #53: Building A Story (Part 21)

Welcome back to another Worldbuilding Wednesday! I’m doing something different with these posts. I decided to write a story and blog how I do the worldbuilding as I go. Once I’ve finished the first draft, I’ll edit and proofread it and then publish it as normal for people to read. Onwards to the story!
Lime Kiln Trail

So where did we leave off last week?

“One of the servants was rather badly burned, scalded,” Nabeela explained. “Piyari actually knows a great deal about treating burns and keeping them from getting worse so she volunteered to help.”

“Piyari?” Waseem asked, chuckling with delight. “And which of you gave the young lady that nickname?”

“That was all Nabeela,” Ammad laughed. He caught the napkin Nabeela tossed at his head, setting it back on the table. “Who was it? Will they be all right?”

“It looks like it,” Nabeela said. “I was very worried but Piyari said that the burns aren’t too bad. Blisters but nothing worse. Little Peni, you know the new scullery maid? She accidentally tipped over a boiling pot of udon and scalded one hand and forearm.”

“The young lady will be a doctor?” Waseem asked.

Ah yes, I was considering what sort of medical knowledge Piyari / Shizuka would learn if she did train as a doctor. It’s a valid question but not one that really heavily applies to this story. It’s more a matter of worldbuilding for further stories in this ‘verse which I know that I’ll be writing eventually.
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Novel Monday: Artifacts of Awareness – Chapter 26

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Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.

That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.

Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.

What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.

Artifacts of Awareness

By Meyari McFarland

26: Taking Charge

Waking up to a warm body by his side in an unfamiliar bed made Kennet want to tense. Na’im didn’t actually let their body tense up though his amusement was tempered with a bit of sadness that Kennet reacted with fear and anger at finding himself being held. It was still so early in the morning that no light came in from outside. Na’im’s sense of the world told Kennet that it wasn’t that far off of dawn but the keep was silent around them.

“Young Idris and the little slave boy are both safe,” Na’im told Kennet as he allowed their senses to expand so that Kennet could see that everything was okay.

“Did I ask?” Kennet grumbled even though he was smiling at Na’im’s reassurances.

It was nice to know that the kid was okay and yeah, he was glad to know that none of these assholes had done anything to hurt Dimi over the night. Still, Kennet wasn’t ready to admit that he had a soft heart despite everything he’d been through, even if the thought made Na’im laugh in the back of their shared head. Kennet’s quiet chuckle made Queen Yafiah start awake and spin out of the bed as fast as Kennet would have without Na’im’s intervention.

“Morning, Majesty,” Kennet drawled as she blinked and stared at him. “Wake you up?”

“You… stayed,” Queen Yafiah said. Her fingers flexed as if she was looking for a knife. “All night.”

“We only got to sleep a couple of hours ago, Majesty,” Kennet snorted, “and I’m pretty sure they didn’t set a room aside for me anywhere. You coming back to bed or getting dressed? I can go either way. Up to you.”

“Do you ever speak in full sentences?” Queen Yafiah asked while climbing back in bed and putting her cold feet on top of his.

Kennet gave her a few full sentences full of curse words in every language for how cold she’d gotten in that short amount of time. She appeared to understand enough of it to start laughing as she ran her fingers along his sides to make him shudder. By the time she warmed back up Kennet felt half chilled himself despite the heavy blankets on her bed.

“The fuck did you get that cold that quick?” Kennet asked. He grinned as she laughed into his shoulder. “It’s unnatural and that’s coming from me, one hell of a huge unnatural thing.”

“Oh, not huge,” Queen Yafiah cackled as she palmed his cock and made him curse some more. “Very nice, yes, but not huge.”

“I’d say fuck you but I already did that,” Kennet complained.
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Now Available: Coming Together!

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The last thing Mari expected when she and her sisters arrived in Aingeal City with a load of trade goods was to land squarely in the middle of a marriage alliance. But that was the only way to save her clan and the Dana clan from the Delbhana plot that threatened not just them, but the entire world.

Mixing fantasy with romance, author Meyari McFarland expertly crafts a sweet romance that defies categories and instantly charms.

Find This Book:

On Amazon $5.99 ebook
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Yay! Finally got this one up, right before I head off on vacation with the hubby. :D I’m kind of sad that the cover doesn’t match the others in this series but it couldn’t be helped. Hopefully someday I’ll get the cover I imagined for it and then I’ll update this.

Either way, it’s up and I’m very happy with it. Hope you guys enjoy the story if you choose to read!

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Worldbuilding Wednesday #52: Building A Story (Part 20)

Welcome back to another Worldbuilding Wednesday! I’m doing something different with these posts. I decided to write a story and blog how I do the worldbuilding as I go. Once I’ve finished the first draft, I’ll edit and proofread it and then publish it as normal for people to read. Onwards to the story!
Lime Kiln Trail

So where did we leave off last week?

“You need food, Mistress,” Piyari announced. “Food and more rest but that will have to wait until the guests have been dealt with.”

“Yes,” Nabeela said as she mentally shouted at herself to let Piyari’s hands go and completely failed to do so. “Some food would be good. I was a little too rattled to eat well last night.”

“And you missed breakfast, Mistress,” Piyari said. “Shall we not go? The sooner you eat the better.”

“Yes, let’s,” Nabeela replied.

She let Piyari tug her out of the bedroom and down the hallway, entirely too aware of the warmth of Piyari’s hand. It was strong despite Piyari’s delicateness. To Nabeela, it almost felt as though Piyari could hold the whole world in her hands without striving.

‘I really need to let this crush go,’ Nabeela thought. ‘Nothing good can come from this.’

Yeah, that’s where! Nabeela deciding she had to not fall in love with Piyari because that’s always so very effective. XD
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Novel Monday: Artifacts of Awareness – Chapter 25

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Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.

That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.

Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.

What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.

Artifacts of Awareness

By Meyari McFarland

25: Forging an Alliance

Queen Yafiah’s camp was one hell of a lot more disorganized that King Rihab’s. Kennet looked around it and wanted to start kicking ass on general principles. The soldiers sprawled around camp fires, many of them looking drunk. Even when they saw Queen Yafiah riding by they didn’t straighten up or attempt to clean up their area. The weapons were poorly maintained, the armor haphazard at best. Kennet didn’t claim to be a great warrior but even he could see that Queen Yafiah’s army wasn’t going to win any battles against King Rihab.

The camp clustered around a keep that looked like a rich nobleman’s idea of what a keep should be. It had way too many windows and way too low of a wall surrounding it to be effective as any sort of fortification. That was where they rode. Once inside the low wall Kennet growled in spite of himself. The soldiers here weren’t even keeping watch for an attack. He was pretty damn sure that Queen Yafiah didn’t have a strong enough hold on the mountains to be this lazy about her security.

“You’re sneering,” Queen Yafiah commented as they dismounted.

“You blame me, Majesty?” Kennet snorted. “Your men aren’t exactly impressing me here.”

She glared at the men with her but they didn’t go and start yelling at people to get things straightened up. The lack of response made her cheeks go red. “We are not a true army.”

“Obviously,” Kennet replied. “I’d crack every skull from here to the edge of the camp if it was me.”

“Tempting,” Queen Yafiah said.

This time her glare was accompanied by a wicked smirk that made her men start to fidget. Kennet got the impression that she wasn’t a real queen. She was more like the leader of bandits than any ruler of his acquaintance. That he actually had met kings and queens from more than one country made Kennet’s head swim for a moment. It was so fucking bizarre that it took him several seconds to just accept that yes, his life actually had gone there. He was a person who flirted with princes, fucked princesses and pissed off kings and queens.

“The rain,” Idris gasped.

Kennet looked up from the spot by his foot where he’d been fixated and snorted when he realized that the raindrops were suspended in midair around them. All the soldiers were whispering prayers to Inina while Queen Yafiah looked like she wanted to pull her sword and start slashing at the air to make the water fall right.

“Sorry,” Kennet said, waving one hand just so that they’d have something to look at. Na’im chuckled in the back of his head and mentally apologized for his abstraction. “Got a little too deep in thought for a second there.”
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A Different Path Cover Art!

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Whee! Finally got a chance to share the cover art for A Different Path, the story I’ve been writing for the Worldbuilding Wednesday Posts. :D

It was created for me by Moony over on Tumblr who was an absolute dream to work with. She created it based on descriptions of the girls and their outfits and was so wonderful all the way through. \o/

Just wanted to share the beautiful picture of Shizuka and Nabeela!

*scampers off*

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Worldbuilding Wednesday #51: Building A Story (Part 19)

Welcome back to another Worldbuilding Wednesday! I’m doing something different with these posts. I decided to write a story and blog how I do the worldbuilding as I go. Once I’ve finished the first draft, I’ll edit and proofread it and then publish it as normal for people to read. Onwards to the story!
Lime Kiln Trail

So where did we leave off last week?

Piyari hummed. She unbraided Nabeela’s hair, carefully spreading it to study the unruly strands as if she was attempting to determine exactly what needed to be done. Perhaps she was. When she started brushing Nabeela’s hair it was in the back. She worked her way around Nabeela’s head, smoothing the brush through any knots and gradually taming Nabeela’s hair until it lay in shining waves. It was soothing enough that Nabeela almost dozed off, eyes half shut as she watched dust motes dancing in the sunlight by the window.

Only then did she carefully start braiding Nabeela’s hair. It felt far more complicated than Nabeela’s usual styles, with braids that came from her temples to the back of her head. The way Piyari braided the back made Nabeela felt looser but the braid only extended halfway down Nabeela’s back.

“There,” Piyari said. “I think this looks good, Mistress.”

Ah yes! We left of with me thinking that I need to expand that first paragraph many, many times to get Nabeela’s emotions and Piyari’s caring into the story properly. Unfortunately, that’s a job for the second draft. This is the first draft and I’m posting things unedited (other than spelling/grammar checks) so I’ll just leave this as it is even though my fingers are twitching to fix it.
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Novel Monday: Artifacts of Awareness – Chapter 24

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Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.

That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.

Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.

What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.

Artifacts of Awareness

By Meyari McFarland

24: Queen of the Mountains

“Why has the rain not stopped?” Idris asked as night fell around them.

Na’im chuckled. “I am free from my place of confinement, little one. Of course the weather rejoices with me.”

“Will you fucking ask before you take over my body?” Kennet snarled. “That’s really fucking rude, Na’im.”

Idris tucked his head as if he was fighting against giggles that were shameful for a prince. Kennet wasn’t sure whether to find that moderately cute or worrisome for how tired Idris had to be. They had been riding for pretty much three days straight now. Neither of them had gotten enough sleep. Frankly, Kennet hadn’t even bothered to stop moving as they ate their cold dinner of jerky and little red fruits from Na’im’s now burned oasis. Sometime soon they were going to have to get some real sleep or they’d fall out of the saddle but Kennet was putting it off as long as possible in the hope that they’d make it across the fucking desert and out of King Rihab’s sphere of influence.

As they rode Na’im had randomly taken over Kennet’s body to ask Idris questions about the area, the normal weather patterns and once just to ask the boy to sing a song for him. The odd requests didn’t seem to have much of a pattern but Kennet was pretty sure that Na’im was working to fill in the blanks in Kennet’s understanding of their surroundings.

“My apologies,” Na’im said through Kennet instead of saying it mentally.

“Stop it!” Kennet shouted and this time Idris’ giggles weren’t suppressed at all.
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