A little thing

The Daily Post prompt is: miniature.

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A little thing it was to you,

Tossed in the wind to blow away,

It weighed so little on your heart,

A feather drifting from a nest.

 

Tossed in the wind to blow away,

A crop of kisses lost to time,

A feather drifting from the nest,

A thing of little consequence.

 

A crop of kisses lost to time,

When we were callow, love was sweet,

A thing of little consequence,

Yet time and tide flow for us all.

 

When we were callow, love was sweet

Stars in my eyes, love’s castle rose,

Yet time and tide flow for us all;

The dearest dream fades with the dawn.

 

Stars in my eyes, love’s castle rose,

It weighed so little on your heart;

The dearest dream fades with the dawn,

A little thing it was to you.

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Review! Five shiny stars

In the excitement of getting a new series underway, it was nice to be reminded that the first one is appreciated. This lovely review of The Dark Citadel appeared yesterday evening.

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5.0 out of 5 stars I particularly like how Jane Dougherty treats the reader with respect, April 25, 2016
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This review is from: The Dark Citadel (The Green Woman Book 1) (Kindle Edition)
The Dark Citadel is at its core, a story about finding yourself, discovering where you came from and integrating that story into the fabric of personhood. So many readers at some point want to know their immediate story. Dark Citadel delivers on this universal theme. And so it is with Deborah, the main character in the books.

Jane Dougherty, whom I first came to know as a poet and writer, spins a well crafted tale that is sure to pull readers in. I particularly like how Jane treats the reader with respect, not afraid to delve into complicated themes. There is never a point where the narrative feels like less of a story because of the age of the main character. On the contrary, Deborah is strong and determined. Jane draws upon her own rich and very old culture to produce an extremely believeable future.

If you want a book that is well thought out, and is a simple joy to read, then the Dark Citadel is an excellent choice!

 

Triolet for Deborah

When the world is hopeless, coloured dull and grey,

Beyond the walls the unknown swirls its sandy skirts,

With the voice of wraiths that flee the light of day.

When the world is hopeless, coloured dull and grey,

Priests intone, black guards enforce the rule to pray,

You find the light, the green, the life so bright it hurts.

When the world is hopeless, coloured dull and grey,

Beyond the walls, the unknown swirls its sandy skirts.

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I think this triolet works. The world of The Green Woman is grey and hopeless, ruled by a miserable, cruel theocracy. Beyond the city walls is desolation, full of unknown horrors. But beyond is also a budding green place, a garden of Eden, a new start. Something, someone, needs to start the rebellion, the exodus, to find it. The world is grey, but the desert’s swirling skirts hide the key to a new life.

A constant theme in my novels is the search for a utopia. Not necessarily to find one ready made, but to build one. The Green Woman books are about Deborah’s search for her mother, herself, and a better world than one she has been presented with. The altruistic motivation doesn’t come to her immediately. It grows on her as she discovers that she might be able to change things, and the acceptance, that if she can change things, she has a duty to do it.

I like the notion that we all have a responsibility for those around us, and one of the tropes in fantasy fiction I find least appealing is the whipping up of armies, the killing of thousands, to fulfil one person’s ambition, to restore one person’s ‘rightful’ inheritance. There’s nothing ‘rightful’ about leadership. It has to be earned. Birth counts for nothing. The reverse is also true—the recognition of wrong brings an obligation to do something about it, however insignificant or useless we might feel.

Mighty leaders at the head of mighty armies does nothing for me as a literary construct. Cooperation, solidarity, mutual respect are all far more important. The grass grows without being forced; the sun shines for everyone. Putting aside differences and working hand in hand is the only way for any society to succeed. If you believe that too, you might like The Green Woman.

Book One: The Dark Citadel is free over the next few days.

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A goodbye 2015 present

I’ve done this before, and will possibly do it again. Possibly. But why wait? If you don’t know The Green Woman series, now’s your chance to get acquainted for free.

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For the next five days The Dark Citadel, first volume of the series, will be free here:

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If you enjoy escapist, utopian reads with more than a hint of fantasy and subtle magic, you might like it. You’ll never know if you don’t try though, will you?

Giving it away

The Dark Citadel had a grand day out yesterday with 1330 downloads! It ended the day at #1 in YA dystopian and is now sitting at #123 in .com Kindle store.
It is free for the rest of today, so there’s still time to grab your copy.

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There is a secret in Deborah’s past she has only heard in whispers. Her present is a nightmare—shunned and feared, they call her Serpentspawn. The future is a forced marriage to a disturbed, twisted boy. Escape from Providence into the desert wastes is the only way out. But this is the demon’s realm, and Abaddon has her in his sights. One rampart, one shield stands between Deborah and destruction—his name is Jonah.
Together, Deborah the pariah girl and Jonah the dog boy will change the world. Or die in the attempt.
The Dark Citadel, first volume of The Green Woman trilogy, is the story of Deborah’s flight to find her mother, the Green Woman, to offer humanity an alternative to the evil nourished by the Elders. It is a story of courage and the overwhelming power of love.

The Dark Citadel is the gateway to a world of fear, hatred and ignorance, beset by evil and rotten to the core. But there is hope in a green girl, a runaway boy, and the handful of ordinary people who believe in something better. The Green Woman trilogy tells how they build the dream. If you care to follow Deborah and her wild chase, her story starts here.

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From today until the 19th Midnight Visitors will also be free

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Like Deborah, Aisha refuses a forced marriage. Unlike Deborah, she has nowhere to run, but she does have an almost unique gift in loveless Providence, a family that cares about her. The secret police might be on her tail, but the Green Woman is moving, the regime of the Elders is faltering, and Aisha dares to hope in a better future—if only her brother is proved wrong, and they are not destined to become the first martyrs of the revolution.

Get it here. It’s a steal at the price 🙂

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The journey begins

Today is promotion day, so grab a free copy of The Dark Citadel if you haven’t already.
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She saw him in a dream long ago,
He heard her voice in his sleep,
She ran to meet him through the dark,
He waited years for the leaves to fall.
Red gold is the wind that catches her hair,
Strong and firm his hand in the wilderness.
Together, defying the red-eyed darkness,
Together, their paths run for a while.
Beyond the river where the earth is greening,
They fly with the weight of destiny
Bending the wings of their young shoulders.
The mother calls silently, palely, ghost-faint,
For her time is almost done,
And the terrible burden of the past,
The momentous visions of the future,
Flicker in the haze dancing about her face.
Horse wings beat the blue air,
Hooves pound the new grass growing,
And she is there, defiant, red hair flying,
With the eternal ache of love,
Fluttering in every pulse of her heart.