Free Fiction Friday: Boiling the Ocean Away

I’m almost done with another Tindiere novel so that ‘verse is very powerful in my mind right now. So many pieces that have been separate and broken are coming together and wow, it’s so much fun to see! :D

Thus, I have a Tindiere short story for this week’s Free Fiction Friday. Enjoy!

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Kinipela fought with her magic, strictly controlling the need to work the weather and waves surrounding her island. The broken heart left behind by Moanna, her ex-wife, made control that much harder.

Then Kinipela’s little brother arrived with news of storm clouds approaching against the wind, pulling Kinipela out of her grief and into a battle against her heart, her magic and everything she thought she was.

Boiling the Ocean Away is a story of magic, loss, life and discovering your true self that is sure to excite.

Boiling the Ocean Away

By Meyari McFarland

Wind flowed around Kinipela, slipping gentle around her cheeks, tangling in her hair like a lover’s fingers drawn slow and gentle to comfort and tease. She could smell pineapple, sharp-sweet, on the wind. Kinipela turned away, shifting in the sand so that she would not have to look up the beach to the other homes, to the one at the far end where Moanna sat.

Moanna was signing, a happy hymn of thanksgiving to the Gods for the bounty of the sea, the fruits of the land. Her long black hair, sleek as the skin of a seal freshly emerged from the ocean, hung at her back. Even at this distance Kinipela could smell the sweat at the nook of Moanna’s neck, feel the silk of her skin, the skin she’d never touch again.

Nets. She needed to fix the nets. The goddess of the sea had been angry with Kinipela the last time she’d gone out fishing. Her nets had half a dozen holes, some tiny, one huge enough for a reef shark to slip right through.

It was her fault. The first thing that Kinipela had learned as a child was that calling the magic of the sea, the wind, while angry was dangerous. Futile. Painful. She’d watched her mother waste away as the magic raged inside of her after Kinipela’s father died.

At least death was final. Kinipela didn’t get that closure. There was no ending for her pain. Moanna had moved out of Kinipela’s home, taking her sarongs and the fine wood comb that Kinipela had carved for her. There were no songs in Kinipela’s home anymore. It was empty, lonely, abandoned by the one that had given it a heart, just as Kinipela had been abandoned, cast aside for a man with a weak jaw and shifty eyes who rarely brought home enough fish for the two of them, much less for the babies that Moanna had always wanted.

Babies. That was the real problem. Kinipela had not been able to give Moanna babies, even though she had been perfectly happy to invite men into their home for that purpose. Moanna hadn’t wanted that. She’d wanted a man of her own, not a woman who fished and fought with the magic inside of her, too stiff and stern to dance and sing with Moanna when joy ran through both their hearts.

“You’ve never had an honest emotion in your life!”

Kinipela winced, barely restraining herself from ripping the net in half. Moanna’s final words still hurt. They would always hurt. She didn’t understand, Moanna didn’t understand that magic demanded control, required strength, punished emotion. No matter how much Kinipela wanted to shout her love and pain and rage to the sky, she couldn’t. It would endanger the whole island, everyone living on it.

Lie, Kinipela whispered in the back of her mind. The mental voice sounded like Grandmother, scolding with her eyes and expecting perfection no matter what Kinipela did, felt, learned. Lie. Kinipela couldn’t possibly be strong enough to threaten them all.

The wind shifted, harsh and hard, carrying now the taste of ocean salt and the dying fish that flopped and struggled in shallow hollows after being swept up and away from their life-giving water, deposited to struggle and die on baking hot volcanic rock, crabs picking at their eyes until they died blind and gasping as salt crystals formed on their quivering bodies, every flop calling more crabs to come and feast.

Kinipela jerked her mind away from the wind, away from the magic that surrounded her as surely as the water surrounded the fish. Angry, she was angry. Too angry. Touching the magic was a foolish idea, such a foolish idea. Grandmother would sniff, would sigh and mention Mother while eyeing Kinipela from the corner of her eye with that expression that said ‘I always knew you’d follow in her footsteps, foolish girl.’

The nets. Her hands trembled as she bent her head to repair holes in her net. The net had to be fixed. She needed to go fishing or there’d be little to eat tonight other than sweet potatoes baked in the coals of her fire. Nalani would have to go eat with Grandmother instead of staying with Kinipela. He always came back subdued, quiet, rubbing his upper arm as if Grandmother had grabbed and squeezed hard enough to bruise though bruises never bloomed.

That was a magic Kinipela didn’t have. Blood and flesh didn’t answer her as they did for Grandmother. No, Kinipela had inherited Grandfather’s magic, the magic of the wind and sea, the magic that moved and shifted, ebbing and flowing like the tides. It curled around Kinipela’s ankles, sucking insistently at her attention despite her efforts to focus on nothing but the nets in her hands.

“Kinipela!” Nalani called.

His shout echoed across the beach, drawing quiet laughter and smiles as he ran towards her, eyes wide and smile broader against the rosy brown of his cheeks.

“Sister!” Nalani shouted again.

“I hear you,” Kinipela said. “The whole island hears you.”

“Kinipela,” Nalani complained, his full bottom lip pouting out after he skidded to a stop by her spread nets. “I’m not that loud!”

She smiled, nodded and patted the sand next to her. “Maybe. I think that your voice echoed off the volcano, though. At least half the island heard you. Mm-hmm.”

He huffed, stomping around the perimeter of her nets to flop on his back in the sand, little feet just resting on the hem of the nets. Kinipela shook her head before turning back to her nets. Sometimes she wondered how they could have come from the same mother, the same Grandmother. Little Nalani never worried about offending people. No matter how much noise he made, he didn’t draw inward, didn’t bit his tongue and hold himself stiff.

Grandmother complained every time she came to their side of the island. She scolded him and told him that he would never be married if he didn’t learn to behave properly. Kinipela had struck the old woman the last time she’d tried to dim Nalani’s bright soul. Thankfully, Grandmother hadn’t come back since. It was a blessing and all the more reason to make sure that she had food for Nalani tonight. Sending him around the point to Grandmother was the very last thing that Kinipela wanted to do.

“There are clouds,” Nalani observed once his panting eased.

“You’re looking at the sky, little one,” Kinipela agreed. “Clouds live there.”

“No, clouds on the horizon,” Nalani said. “Big ones! Off to the south, like a hurricane is coming in hard and fast.”

He sat up, spraying sand over both of them as he gestured wide with his arms. Kinipela blinked, staring at him. Nalani nodded and did the gesture again, spreading his arms wide enough with such a serious expression that Kinipela’s stomach roiled.

The wind was from the north, blowing strongly south. Her mind darted up into the sky, feeling the flow of the wind above where the gulls flew. South. It blew south. No storm could come from the south, not with the rivers of wind overhead flowing so strongly, so directly against them.

Kinipela frowned at him, set her nets aside, and stood. The sand under her feet seemed to quiver for a moment, responding to the water under the surface that danced for her. Wrong. Something was so very wrong. It shouldn’t respond like that when nothing was happening.

Except Moanna.

No, this wasn’t Kinipela’s broken heart betraying her. The waves on the shore were farther in than they should be. The tide moved in when it should be moving out. Kinipela looked at the ripples of the waves, studying the flash and shift of them. The ocean was moving south, moving towards the southern shore as if someone had gripped the ocean itself and sought to draw it to her.

When she offered her hand to him Nalani scrambled to his feet and beamed as he took her hand. He took her hand with joy radiating off him. Kinipela couldn’t bring herself to smile, not with her heart aching and the ocean telling her that something was very, very wrong, but she did squeeze his little hand gently.

“Show me,” Kinipela said. “There shouldn’t be a big storm this time of year. It’s the dry season.”

“I know,” Nalani said as he tugged Kinipela away from the nets, the beach, Moanna’s song. “I told the others that something was wrong but Halia laughed and said I was being silly. The others laughed too so I ran to get you so you could see the clouds and tell them that it is important, that everyone should pay attention. The clouds stretch that much,” he waved his hands about the length of Kinipela’s forearm, “across the horizon. You told me that storms from the south that stretch a long, long ways are bad so I knew something was wrong.”

“That… is wrong,” Kinipela said. She let Nalani’s hand go, gesturing for him to go first. “Let’s run, little one. I need to see this quickly.”
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Now Available: Tending the Temple!

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Once every ten years a Priestess tended to the temple, painting its murals. Barirah was proud to have that duty but her heart ached for the children she and her wife Jabirah had not been blessed with. But a day of prayer sometimes leads to more than deepening faith and Barirah might just get her prayers answered yet.

Tending the Temple is a gentle exploration of faith, motherhood and what it means to be family in the Mages of Tindiere ‘verse that is sure to warm your heart.

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Finally! This was actually uploaded everywhere on Friday but this weekend was so busy that I didn’t manage to get the announcement post up until now. Gotta work on that.

This story directly ties into my current novel, City of the Dead. The novel is all from Kennet’s point of view but I needed to figure out a few things before I wrote a particular chapter. This story is what happened when I started musing on paper about what happens to a civilization that’s been isolated from the rest of the world with a ‘divine purpose’ for over a thousand years. Turned out to be a lovey little story but it couldn’t fit into the book so you get it in advance of the novel release.

Which hopefully will be before the end of June. *crosses fingers* Then I’ll get to finish Secrets of the Artificer Mages which was written before anything else in the Tindiere ‘verse and which ties SOOOO directly into City of the Dead, and then I’ll be able to write the sequel to Transplant of War which also-also ties into City and then I can write the sequel to City and then…. *laughs*

I have so many stories to tell in this verse and I’m so darn close to getting them out. Probably at least two more novels this year, maybe four. We’ll see how things go on editing Secrets.

Anyway! I hope that you enjoy this one if you choose to read. :D

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Oh, hey. It’s Wednesday.

Already. *looks around in shock* Where did this last week go?

Obviously, this isn’t a Worldbuilding Wednesday post. It’s not even the overdue Now Available post that I should have put up on Saturday or Sunday.

Nope. This is an ‘Oops, sorry, guys!’ post of apology for letting time slip away from me over the last week or so.

I’m in the USA, so this was Memorial Day weekend. I had Monday off. It’s also the tail end of my vacation year at work, which means I had to use up the last dregs of my vacation. I managed to get my newest story (Tending the Temple) done and up everywhere but I haven’t gotten the announcement up on it yet. Hopefully later today, after work. Friday was a leave work early day, which meant my husband seized my time once I got home to work on the very old and falling down fence around our yard. Saturday was busy with him and running around. Sunday was busy with groceries, laundry, and making barbeque beef brisket. Monday, my holiday day off, was spent on more barbeque, this time pork. (We’d taken a class on creating your own BBQ rub, you see). And then Tuesday was my last vacation day so I spent it running all over hither and yon on a dozen different errands.

And now I’m back at work and reeling because nope, Wednesday, not Monday. Short weeks always throw me off.

I’ll have another Worldbuilding Wednesday post, short or not, for you next week. Hope you guys had a great week and that everything went well for you!

*scampers back to work*

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Novel Monday: The Nature of Beasts Chapter 14

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In a world that took a different path, Kaleb Macintyre, a former Master, returned home after years away. All he wanted was a quiet life but encountering Nenne changed everything. Both of them bore scars from their pasts. As their relationship grew and they healed, Kaleb wondered if he could have more with Nenne or if his basic nature prevented him from ever finding happiness in Nenne’s arms.

The Nature of Beasts is a sweet romance focusing on consent, knowledge and growing together over time.

Warning / Themes: This novel addresses themes of abuse and recovery, BDSM and gay romance in a dystopian world. Please read with caution if you have any issues with these themes.

The Nature of Beasts

By Meyari McFarland

14. Graduation

“I can’t believe I’m done!” Nenne exclaimed as Master Morgan and Kaleb made their way to his side. “It doesn’t seem real!”

The past two months had been absolutely wonderful. Master Morgan’s sub had come back about two weeks ago. She was the sweetest woman Nenne had ever met and she’d been utterly delighted that Master Morgan and Nenne were not-dating, as Adelia had put it.

“No, I’m not upset at all, Nenne,” Adelia had reassured him when he’d met her. “Morgan let me know as soon as the two of you started not-dating what was going on. I’m delighted that he had someone to play with while I was gone.”

“Really?” Nenne had asked, surprised that she had so little jealousy about it.

“Really,” Adelia had insisted.

Her grin was so delighted that Nenne had stopped asking about it and had stopped worrying about it. If it worked for them then it worked. Nenne wasn’t about to keep questioning when both Master Morgan and Adelia seemed perfectly happy with the arrangement. To his delight, Kaleb had been very happy about it too.

Despite Master Jack and Alice’s worries, Kaleb seemed to think that Nenne and Master Morgan were wonderful together. He never showed any signs of jealousy when they were in the same place together. Their occasional movie nights pretty quickly evolved into make out sessions where Nenne got kisses from both of them rather than just from Master Morgan.

The kisses hadn’t gone any farther on Kaleb’s side but Kaleb was still in therapy for the abuse that had happened with Todd. Nenne thought that Kaleb was talking about some of his experiences with the military too but he carefully never asked questions on the rare occasions when Kaleb mentioned his therapy. It wasn’t any of Nenne’s business. As long as Kaleb was getting what he needed, that was all that mattered.

“Did you intend to take the job?” Master Morgan asked as he patted Nenne’s shoulder proudly.

“I think so,” Nenne said. “It’s a nice little restaurant and it’s close to home. Maybe after I have a few years of experience I’ll apply somewhere nicer but for now it looks good. And the job does come with insurance so…”
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Free Fiction Friday: Silken Embrace

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Tommy’s first job as an industrial spy wasn’t a tough one: Seduce Mistress Teolinda Horne and discover the identity of her lover. His job as a prostitute in Mistress Felice Hong’s brothel made it easy to arrange. But Teolinda was far nicer than he expected. Keeping himself focused on his mission got harder the longer they played.

Teolinda knew perfectly well that Tommy was a spy. That didn’t mean that their time together had to be emotionless and dull. She wanted to play dress up. Tommy wasn’t her lover but he was good enough for a night out. No matter what secrets he wanted to steal, Teolinda could still enjoy herself. Besides, Tommy was so new that Teolinda wasn’t worried about giving anything important away.

Set in the Debts to Recover universe, Silken Embrace is an erotic tale of seduction and industrial espionage. Connections can form between two people in the unlikeliest of places, especially when their laughter and kinks coincide.

Please note that this story includes crossdressing, consensual silk bondage and lots of laughter. If you have issues with these themes please read with caution.

Silken Embrace

By Meyari McFarland

1. Mission Protocol

“So who is she?” Tommy asked as they all did last minute fixes on their makeup and clothes.

It was weird wearing makeup. Granted, there wasn’t much, just a bit of bubblegum pink gloss on his lips and a hint of shadow on his eyes that played up the blue of his irises but it was still more than he’d ever worn. The gel that made his mousy brown hair stand up in artistic spikes had darkened his hair slightly even in the garishly bright lights of the dressing room. Every single one of them had blue eyes, pale skin and brown hair. Tommy was pretty sure that was a deliberate choice on Mistress Hong’s part.

“Mistress Teolinda Horne,” Annie said as she fussed with the curls cascading down her shoulder. “Fourth richest and most powerful person in the state, sixth most powerful east of the Mississippi.”

She shifted on her hard plastic stool, angling to get the best view of how her hair looked on her back. The dressing room was anything but elegant. The bare white walls were scuffed and cracked and the floor had ripples where the linoleum had been put down incorrectly. Huge racks of lingerie stood against the far walls, all of it shared between the debt slaves who worked in this brothel. Granted, it was all beautifully made but it was strange not having clothes of his own to wear.

Tommy had been a little appalled when he arrived here to discover that he wouldn’t have clothes to wear during his downtime. Clothes were for working or the rare occasions he was allowed out in public. Most of the time they were expected to be nude. At least the brothel was kept warm enough that skin was comfortable. Honestly, even his outfit tonight felt a little too warm though it wasn’t bad enough to make him sweat.

It was one of the few comfortable things about his new life. Just like Annie’s stool, everything outside of the play rooms and public lobby was hard, cheap and made to last. No efforts were made to make their lives more comfortable. The windowless little dressing room was no different from the rest of the ‘private’ areas of the brothel: hard, bare and completely unadorned. A few favorites of Mistress Hong got better beds and more food but that still wasn’t what they would have gotten if they were free. Tommy hadn’t objected to the lack of privacy or clothes. Doing so seemed like a sure way to get in trouble.

“Likes silk and corsets,” Jerry agreed as he carefully tugged his corset down over his hips, smoothing it with an absent frown. “Enjoys the new kids more than the more established ones. No really violent kinks but she’ll make you work for your orgasm. The more obvious you can be about enjoying her kinks the more she’ll get into it and the more she’ll reveal.”

“She’ll pick you,” Lena said. She pressed her lips together over a tissue and then nodded as she applied a sealer gloss on top of the bright red lipstick. “You’re cute, young and exactly her type, Tommy. Just give her what she wants and it’ll go well.”

None of them were in proper clothes. Tommy had scarlet hot pants that were so tight that he could barely sit down with a deeper red silk tank top that was translucent enough to show off the new nipple rings. He’d gotten them once his physical training started despite his protests that he didn’t want any piercings.

The medic who’d done the piercing had shrugged away his objections and had Tommy held down for the procedure. Apparently, Mistress Hong had ordered it herself so Tommy’s objections didn’t matter. His nipples still ached a bit but not enough that anyone cared. They were healed enough that he could touch them and they wouldn’t get infected. That was enough as far as Mistress Hong and her medical staff was concerned.

Annie’s frilly little slip dress was burgundy, made of gauze that let you see everything. Lena’s strapless dress covered her the most but it was so tight that she hadn’t even bothered trying to sit down. If she had, Tommy was pretty sure that it would have split open at the seams. Jerry’s corset was coupled with a G-string that was more obscene than being naked.

“You’re sure she’ll pick me?” Tommy said. He could see how frightened he looked in the mirror. None of the others made any attempt to reassure him other than a casual shrug from Lena that nearly popped her nipples out of her dress.

“Yeah,” Jerry said, still frowning at his reflection and fussing with the corset. “You’re exactly what she looks for.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Annie said, flapping a hand at Tommy. “She gives huge tips even if you don’t completely satisfy her. She’ll dress you up and fuck you silly and it’ll be okay.”

They all stood at attention as Mistress Hong came in, two huge burly guards at her back. She was tiny, her Asian ancestry a mix of South Pacific and Japanese that had given her a flat nose, narrow lips and slender eyes that glared even when she wasn’t angry. Tommy had yet to see Mistress Hong when she wasn’t angry. Even in four inch heels she barely came up to Tommy’s breastbone. The ferocity of her scowl made him shiver. That was the sort of expression that led to beatings back home, especially when his father had been drinking.

He hadn’t heard of Mistress Hong beating anyone bloody but he already knew better than to cross her. Before he’d gotten transferred to a different bunk, Urith had filled Tommy in on all the ways that life could suck if you didn’t please Mistress Hong. She rarely punished them directly but Urith had told Tommy the sort of horrible duties he might end up with if he failed to perform as required. Mistress Hong glared at them all, shaking her head at Jerry’s corset before nodding approval at the rest of them.

“No corsets,” Mistress Hong snapped. “Take it off and put on a robe or something, Jerry. Make it the long blood red robe, the one with velvet cuffs. Don’t tie it up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jerry said as he hurriedly started unlacing the corset. “Sorry, Mistress.”

Annie helped him so that they’d be ready in time. Tommy would have too but Mistress Hong came over to stare up at him. It felt like she was trying to peel his skin off from the sheer intensity of her gaze. About the time Jerry unhooked his corset, Mistress Hong nodded.

“She’ll pick you,” Mistress Hong said. “The rest of you will report for secondary duties after the selection process. It’s a busy night tonight. On the off chance that she doesn’t pick Tommy, listen up.”

Jerry shrugged into the silk robe, coming back to stand at attention next to Annie, Lena and Tommy. Behind her, the two guards snapped to attention too. Tommy wondered wildly for a second if they were supposed to pay attention or if it was just habit, protective coloring so that Mistress Hong wouldn’t get mad at them if she glanced their way.

“Teolinda won’t talk about her business,” Mistress Hong said with the sort of snarl that suggested that she found that enormously irritating. “I already have spies in her command structure so that hardly matters. What I want to know is who her new lover is. She broke up with her last lover a month ago and took someone new this week. I need to know who it is so that I can get an angle on them. Your mission is to get me that name or at least a description of the person. Any information about her lover is better than none but I want that name.”

She stabbed one long perfectly manicured nail into Tommy’s chest. He gulped and nodded, not even trying to hide the way he shivered. No one else in the room so much as twitched so Tommy nodded again as he drew in a shaky breath.

“Yes, Mistress,” Tommy said. His voice quivered as much as his knees.

“Good,” Mistress Hong said. “Now get a grip and calm down. She’ll be here any minute.”

Mistress Hong strode out, the guards following her. One of them looked sympathetically at Tommy but he didn’t say a word. Once the door shut Tommy groaned. The temptation to rub his face and run his fingers through his hair was enormous but he didn’t want to mess up his makeup or the gel in his hair.

Lena chuckled, patting Tommy’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Really. Mistress Teolinda is a sweet woman and she talks pretty freely about her love life.”

“I guess,” Tommy said, running his hands over his thighs for the lack of anything better to do. “It’s just the first time I’ve had to do this for real. I don’t want to mess up.”
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Worldbuilding Wednesday #94: Irritation

Hey, welcome back to Worldbuilding Wednesday! It’s another busy week and another busy Wednesday so have a short one all about something we all wish we could do without: Irritation.

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Now Available: Tales of Wonder!

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Meyari McFarland gathers together six stories of wonder in this third themed collection, Tales of Wonder.

Inside you will find dragons both dark and light, sisters struggling to make ends meet who face death together, new worlds and future modifications to both humans and orcas as sea levels rise in the face of global warming.

Six stories. Six adventures. Pure excitement.

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Whoot! It’s finally up on Kobo! I actually got this one published this weekend but it took four days for it to clear on Kobo. But now it’s up and I can share with the world.

This collection has some of my favorite old and new short stories on the theme of wonder. I hope that you’ll read it and enjoy. *cheers*

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Novel Monday: The Nature of Beasts Chapter 13

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In a world that took a different path, Kaleb Macintyre, a former Master, returned home after years away. All he wanted was a quiet life but encountering Nenne changed everything. Both of them bore scars from their pasts. As their relationship grew and they healed, Kaleb wondered if he could have more with Nenne or if his basic nature prevented him from ever finding happiness in Nenne’s arms.

The Nature of Beasts is a sweet romance focusing on consent, knowledge and growing together over time.

Warning / Themes: This novel addresses themes of abuse and recovery, BDSM and gay romance in a dystopian world. Please read with caution if you have any issues with these themes.

The Nature of Beasts

By Meyari McFarland

13. First Kiss

“How exactly did I get invited on this excursion?” Kaleb asked as he walked with Nenne to the movie theatre where Morgan was going to meet them.

Nenne giggled and grinned. “Well, I called him on Wednesday to make sure that everything was still on for seeing the movie tonight and I mentioned that I’d talked to you about him. Somehow, I can’t remember how, it came up that you’d both trained with the same master and I was curious about what that sort of training involved. Master Morgan explained a lot about that, saying that it was all about learning what you liked, how to read another person’s body, plus a lot of practice with the tools.”

“And a lot of lectures about proper behavior,” Kaleb agreed. He couldn’t help but grin at how vivacious Nenne was. Nenne all but sparkled with happiness that drew looks and approving smiles from the other people on the street.

“Yes,” Nenne agreed. “Anyway, he asked if you went out and did things. I told him that you worked at the bookstore and came to visit my coffee shop but no, you didn’t often go out to movies or clubs or dinner or anything like that. He sounded like he was frowning to me when he suggested asking you to come along.”

Kaleb chuckled uncomfortably at that. He knew perfectly well that he’d gotten very hermit-like since Todd but he hadn’t realized that it was quite that obvious. Of course, Morgan had known him back in his highly active days at the clubs when it was just as likely for him to be there as it was for him not to go. It was probably a shock to hear that Kaleb just wasn’t socializing at all.

“How much of a ‘suggestion’ was it?” Kaleb asked, grinning when Nenne rolled his eyes.

“It wasn’t a suggestion at all!” Nenne exclaimed. “I huffed at him but he did make a very good point that going out is good for you even if you only do it from time to time. He said that Master Edward had been asking how you were doing and well, by the time he was done explaining that he was well on his way to trying to guilt trip me into getting you two to meet. So I told him to stop it and that I’d just tell you that you were going and here we are.”
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Worldbuilding Wednesday #93: Setbacks

Hey, welcome back to Worldbuilding Wednesday! It’s another short one, I’m afraid. Sorry about that!

I’m in the thick of a new Tindiere novel, tentatively called City of the Dead. It’s the sequel to Artifacts of Awareness and as everyone knows, sequels are tricky. I keep wondering if I’m making it too complicated? Not complicated enough? Have I made it stand alone or will people be confused if they pick it up before Artifacts?

Yes, I am in the middle of the doubting section of the book. *laughs*

So anyway, what’s today’s quick focus?
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Now Available: A Lone Red Tree

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Anger and desperation drove Afya to risk the red tree at the edge of town. Her mother was dying, her little sister already dead, all because of Mother Tabussum. No one would help so Afya risked death to find a path that would bring vengeance against the woman who had destroyed Afya’s entire life.

A Lone Red Tree explores life, death and the places between where a body and soul can be remade into something new and far more terrible.

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On CreateSpace $5.99 TBP

Yay for getting another one up and available! This one is in my Mages of Tindiere series, set about 300 years back from Artifacts of Awareness. It ties very directly into the book I’m currently writing (currently titled City of Death FYI. I hope to have that one out in June or so, if all goes well.

Either way, if you choose to read this one, do bear it mind that it’s pretty much straight horror, complete with an unreliable narrator, body horror, murder, suicide and involuntary alterations to the heroine’s body. She thinks she has a happy ending, though. For what that’s worth.

Odd for me to write horror….

Anyway, I hope you enjoy if you choose to read!

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