Not just the stuff of legend: Famed Viking ‘sunstone’ did exist, believe scientists – Archaeology – Science – The Independent

This seems pretty neat!

via Not just the stuff of legend: Famed Viking ‘sunstone’ did exist, believe scientists – Archaeology – Science – The Independent.

Visiting a Gothick castle

TombDoorSort of. I’m watching Dark Shadows and visiting over at Gothicked today. Want to know what inspired me to write House of Cards? Then come on over. The post is up here.

Oh and if you’re curious, I read here and  here that yesterday was  the day of Ceadda, the (very obscure) Celtic god/goddess of healing springs and holy wells. Interesting huh? I can’t find much about him/her so I always tend to take those readings with a grain of salt though. *shrugs* I wonder if maybe she’s being confused with Sequana, a Gallo-Roman river goddess (incidentally I mention her in House of Cards) but don’t quote me on that.

Anyway, Gothicked post here. If you’d like to see the inspiration behind one my favorite stories.

Sunday Sample

Another Sunday sample. Here we go…

From House of Cards

HOCnewcover-700A scream pierced the night. Sinjon turned to spot an eagle as it landed in the dead branches of the nearby tree. Below its perch, the body of a woman hung from a rope around her left ankle, heavy and lifeless, her throat cut, blood dripping down to stain her white hair, the ground beneath her.

Surely, he was seeing things: the poor soul hadn’t been there a moment ago.

Ignoring the driver’s warning, he turned back to demand he lend a hand as Sinjon intended to cut her down. The more he looked, the less he was sure she was human.

There was something odd about her: the nails weren’t right seeming almost like razors, her skin more like wrinkled leather, her throat a little too long. Her eyes were altogether strange, gouged, yet whole; staring and lifeless, yet somehow they seemed to watch him.

What had happened to the right side of her torso, he couldn’t tell, but it was torn to shreds, strips of bloodied flesh hanging, ribs showing through the injury. Yet, when he tilted his head for a different view, the skin and sinew seemed almost woven together.

Something protruded from her back, but whether two humps, knives, or—it couldn’t be—stubby wings, he couldn’t decide. Or didn’t want to know the nature of what he saw.

As he turned back to his driver, a wall of ethereal flame erupted between them.

Sinjon fell back, staring in astonishment. The ice-blue flames crackled and spat, the wind gusting from the blaze was cold as a winter’s breeze. Beyond, noises of battle erupted.

Sinjon reached for his pistol. A screaming woman flew from the conflagration and locked her hands around his throat. Shock paralyzed him as she dragged him to the flames…

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If you’d like to see what’s on the other side of those flames,  House of Cards is available for $.99  at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. I ended up liking these characters so much, I couldn’t let them just go with one! *g* I’m working on a follow up to this story, so keep an eye out for more in this series in the near future! 🙂

Sweet Saturday/Sunday Sample

For this Sweet Saturday we have a spooky entry from House of Cards (Reign of Tarot, book 1)

Spanish Dungeon© Kacpura | Dreamstime.com
Spanish Dungeon
© Kacpura | Dreamstime.com

Surely, he was seeing things: the poor soul hadn’t been there a moment ago.  Ignoring the driver’s warning, he turned back to demand he lend a hand as Sinjon intended to cut her down. The more he looked, the less he was sure she was human. There was something odd about her: the nails weren’t right seeming almost like razors, her skin more like wrinkled leather, her throat a little too long. Her eyes were altogether strange, gouged, yet whole; staring and lifeless, yet somehow they seemed to watch him. What had happened to the right side of her torso, he couldn’t tell, but it was torn to shreds, strips of bloodied flesh hanging, ribs showing through the injury. Yet, when he tilted his head for a different view, the skin and sinew seemed almost woven together. Something protruded from her back, but whether two humps, knives, or—it couldn’t be—stubby wings, he couldn’t decide. Or didn’t want to know the nature of what he saw.

As he turned back to his driver, a wall of ethereal flame erupted between them. Sinjon fell back, staring in astonishment. The ice-blue flames crackled and spat, the wind gusting from the blaze was cold as a winter’s breeze. Beyond, noises of battle erupted.

Sinjon reached for his pistol. A screaming woman flew from the conflagration and locked her hands around his throat. Shock paralyzed him as she dragged him to the flames.

The fire engulfed them utterly. The hag hissed, baring wicked fangs. Twisting her grip, her nails cut his flesh like blades. He shivered in the chill of the unreal blaze, struggling for freedom. She laughed and tossed him about until nausea threatened to overtake him.

Sudden darkness blinded him. Chains snaked around his chest, his limbs. He slammed against a stone wall alive with spiders; the monsters sunk their teeth deep into his flesh, shocking him with unmatched pain.

“Where are you?” he screamed. “Come and face me, damn you! I’m not afraid of you!”

The inhuman hag stepped from the shadows. “Aren’t you afraid, Sinjon? I wouldn’t expect such feigned bravado, were you unaffected by tonight’s events.”

He pulled against his chains. “What do you want of me?”

What does she want? If you’d like to see what happens next, House of Cards (Reign of Tarot, #1) is available at Amazon and Smashwords. Book two is in the works to be released (tentatively) next year!

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Freaky Friday: A Troll, a Green Man and a Ghost Tree

For today’s freaky Friday, I found this topic and couldn’t resist.

Greenman, circa 1543
Greenman, circa 1543

The Green Man’s huge in Celtic Mythology of course. Its fairy-like image is found on churches and buildings throughout England. Related of course to the natural vegetal cycles of the world (Spring is coming after all). Jethro Tull even honored him in their song Jack In the Green. (*pause for moment of fangirl worship*)

So when I found this guy’s article *points to link*, in honor of the *fingers crossed* coming spring (and Imbolc!) I  couldn’t resist sharing it with y’all.

via OCCULT VIEW » » Photos: A Troll, a Green Man and a Ghost Tree.

Can you see anything freaky and fairy-like? Can you see the Green Man in these photos??

Holiday Blog Hop finale

holiday-blog-hop-3aFinal day of the Indie Writers Unite Blog hop. I hope you all found some great books, and maybe bought some as Christmas gifts?

If you want to see the rules for entering for the grand prize and all the authors and books involved–aside from mine–they’re up on the IWU Holiday Hop site here:

http://holidaybloghop.blogspot.com/

Thanks to everyone who followed me. I’ll get the winner up tomorrow (or Monday at latest depending on what happens this weekend. I mean, The Hobbit‘s coming out this weekend, isn’t it? *squee* Older followers can tell you weekends and blog time aren’t my strong suit).

Happy Holidays.