| Sweet Samhain & Happy Halloween! | date 10/24/2007 / issue #7 | ||
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Approaching the Week of "Rowan of the Wood"
(Link)"A Goddess is Born" on YouTube wherein Christine does a short parody of "A Prophet is Born" and uses a highly scientific transporter to travel to the redwood forest and tell the story of Chapter 3 of Rowan of the Wood
The first free podcast installment is complete! See our website at www.bluemoosepress.com or our PodBean site at rowanwood.podbean.com/. It is also be available via iTunes, just search for "Rowan of the Wood." Additionally, we've opened a store on Cafe Press where you can get your Rowan of the Wood paraphenalia! T-shirts, mugs, posters, etc. The authors will have some of these things with them at Wizard World Texas, November 16-18.
Beginning next week on October 30th is the actual week Rowan of the Wood takes place. Check out our character blogs to watch them go through the events in the book. We'll also be taking a break from the newsletter next week. We must find another service with which to send the newsletter, as this one isn't working out for us. We'll see you on November 7th. Happy Halloween!
Keep those submissions coming! We love to read your stories and poems. Please don't forget to forward this to your friends and family inviting them to join and submit their stories, poems, jokes, photos, etc. This is our seventh Newsletter; if you've missed the first six, you can view them at Archived Newsletters. In this edition, we have an excerpt from our book Rowan of the Wood. E. S. Hudler penned this edition's short story Dercy's Aspect, and we have another poem by CSCHWEIZER entitled Floating for a moment. Remember to link to our blogs/vlog and bookmark them on sites such as Digg, StumbleUpon, De.licio.us, and Techorati. Subscription links at our website.
See you in cyberspace... Allison Willows |
In this issue: "My Mom & YouTube (65 1/2)" a silly video with the author and her mother :
A fun Halloween video for your enjoyment.
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Dercy's Aspect by E. S. Hudler -http://www.loftlore.com "Here's what we do. Let's see now." Dercy dismounted, then closed her eyes to better see something unseen. She opened them. There was a
twinkle there. The irises of her lovely eyes glittered with green and gold.
"Agis Ange!" Dercy invoked her aspect. There was a shimmer around
her. Quite suddenly, with a visual 'pop', the image sharpened into that
of a tall, noble Sarahan female. Dercy was now dressed in a shimmering
gown. The dress flowed and swirled in slow motion, moved by unfelt
currents. It was as if she stood underwater. She wore satin
slippers, pearl white upon her small feet. Her figure was perfect,
graced with a wasp-waist and long, languid arms. Each casual movement
of her soft hand and slender fingers seemed a supple pose. About her
head was a gleaming band of white gold. From her ears hung artfully
enameled earrings beneath which swung teardrop pearls. Her brown hair
was long, thick and lustrous. Her hair's crown was woven into an
impossible complex pattern that allowed curls and ringlets to dance
about her face. Subtle weaves structured the hair into a noble
climax. Her bearing was confident. Her skin was luminous. Her face
glowed with goodness. Her soft, knowing smile gave clear evidence of a
wealth of soul. Her face was the perfect proportion of wisdom and grace.
She had wings! She had wings upon her back that filled the eye with a
light that could illuminate beyond the shine of A brilliant day! The
sky about her begged to lift her up! Her glorious wings reached beyond
her to either side, gossamer thin and sparkling with whips and twinkles
of diamond-light. Dream-perfect, they seemed poised, ready to lift her
to the golden throne of a god. It was easy to imagine that some
awesome but lonely power stood atop the world's highest mountain,
waiting for her and her alone.
She seemed perfect, warm and wonderful but so far beyond the reach of mortals. She was liquid beauty. She was radiant, the most divine
sight that the poor eyes of Man had ever seen.
"How do you like it?" she said.
Rowan of the Wood (The following is an excerpt from Rowan of the Wood. To find our more about this work and the author, please visit their website. www.rowanofthewood.com)
The village folk lit the fire beneath her, and the crowd cheered. She looked down at the faces filled with hatred and disgust, and her own anger blazed brighter. She was being burned for witchcraft. She had used her powers only for good throughout the past nine centuries. Thousands of people had been saved by her powers of healing. She received no thanks for all her sacrifice, for all her help, for all her kindness. She looked down at these people, and for the first time, truly looked down on them. Sheep! They were sheep. She was so much better than they were. She had greater intelligence and a noble purpose. She lived her life to rescue her love, the man other Christians had taken away from her long ago. The Christians had ruined her wedding day, killing her friends and robbing her of her beloved, they who had doomed her to an eternity of chastity and desolation. Christians, just like these now before her, had been the cause of all her woes. Today would be the day of her revenge. She would repay their ruthlessness in kind, showing them the same consideration they had shown her all these years.
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Rowan of the Wood is available on audio podcast segments through PodBean, iTunes, and our website.
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