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.

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A gobsmacking review of The Subtle Fiend

Here I was, penning haiku, as you do when you should be doing something else, and what pops into my inbox? This splendiferous review of The Subtle Fiend. I read it and asked myself, did I write that? I am truely humbled that a reader, who is a great writer herself, should have been so smitten by the story.
Here it is

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http://rockthebook.blogspot.fr/2014/09/a-rocking-review-of-subtle-fiend-by.html#comment-form

If you haven’t started on the series, maybe you should consider it 🙂
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She overcomes the shadows

A poem for Beyond the Realm of Night

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You have reached the end of your journey

A resting place is in sight

The fears that have tracked you since you fled your home

Are fading into the night.

You have let death rob life of its sweetness

And you carry your shame like a pall

But the world needs a beacon it’s poised on the brink

And lightless is destined to fall.

A heavy load to carry

When your heart yearns to toss it away

And follow love into the shadows

And beg him to let you stay.

When daylight falls soft from a clear sky

And the last shreds of darkness have fled

When the song of the blackbird is louder

Than the mutterings of the dead

You’ll be there with your doubts and your heartaches

And a guilt that has not yet been told

To take up the hands that are offered

Filled with all of the love you can hold.

Be strong and be brave through your sorrow

For the lost look to your shining light

To guide them out of the shadows

Beyond the realm of the night.

New review for Midnight Visitors

An unexpected surprise—a five star review for Midnight Visitors from Jada Ryker.

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http://www.amazon.com/review/R2PH879E4ZO3TW/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00K8DYOC4&channel=detail-glance&nodeID=133140011&store=digital-text

It would be brilliant if you could press the like button on the review to get just that extra bit of mileage out of it 🙂

She watches the boat on the river

This is my promotion weekend and I’ve been having fun tweeting spoof endorsements of my books. On a more traditional note, here’s a poem from the final book of the series, Beyond the Realm of Night.

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The wind on the river has blown you away
And your little white boat that pulled out from the trees
With its cargo of shadows and dreams left unsung
And the song that you sung was caught up by the breeze

Oh will you come back to me, love she calls
And bring back the piece of my heart you stole
For without you the day is as dull as the night
And without you the pattern will never be whole.

You turn and you wave but the light in your face
Shows her a sadness that no words could say.
I’ll come back when the sun lights the night sky, you call,
And silvery moonbeams will light up the day.

Book plug
http://www.amazon.com/The-Dark-Citadel-Green-Woman-ebook/dp/B00JW86TYM/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

Iduna sings

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Beneath the desert sands
Tossed by seisms
And burnt by long dead suns
The earth sleeps.
A child plays in a northern meadow
Threading her daisy chains
While the earth stirs.
In her heart
A germ of life, a fragile seed
Dreams of grandeur,
The sturdy blossom-hung boughs
Of an apple tree.

From The Green Woman. Purchase the first volume, The Dark Citadel here and here.