Yesterday, I headed to the Library Con up in Flatwoods (a small nearby city) with my writer’s group. It was a fun but way too hot day. And I didn’t even sale any books. I did managed to sale some jewelry. The peeps in attendance loved my jewelry.
Maybe next time I’ll make some book sales.. Happy wordage, Tracey
well… okay, so that isn’t me in the picture… lol… but I thought it expressed exactly what was going on in my head… I can’t believe it, but the site I used to publish my novels is no more… what does that mean???
that means that all of my books need to be re-published in their ebook copies… the paperback copies are still there for the buying, but most peeps want that instant (and cheaper) ebook copy…
book one (Shocking Finds) is still available as an ebook, but that is because I used an indie publisher to get started… (a deal that will be ending soon… I’m not sure what that means, but most likely I will soon be facing the re-publication of that books as well)
as for books 2 and 3, I am wallowing in a bout of writer’s depression and haven’t wanted to face the work and doubts that come with putting out a novel… but I feel like I am moving in the right direction… I mean, look at me… here I am writing to y’all, when I have been avoiding all things wifi, writing, or publication for the last few months… but I feel that soon I will be back in the game…
for now I am reading the latest publications of my favorite authors… Burn Bright by Patricia Briggs (which is already out), Covert Game by Christine Feehan (coming March 20th) and coming out on March 27th, I will be reading Twice Bitten by Lynsay Sands, and ‘Hot and Badgered’ by Shelly Laurenston… Clearly I have more than enough literary gas to fuel my love of all things written… hopefully April will see me back behind my lovely novels…
I don’t know much about this event… just that I will be at the library (Ashland, ky) to join in.
best I can understand, this is the first time Ashland is participating in Indie Author Day… I will have a table to sell my novels, and there will be speakers on topics that touch on writing as an indie author…
so Oct 14 I will be heading to the library… the one down by the park…. if I learn anything else, I will be sure to pass the info along…
So sorry my peeps… I know the wait has been long, but it is finally over…
Twin Findings: Finder’s Keepers book 3
is finally here for pre-order and will be out on Sept 21st
I had planned to put out my first novel in my Skymann series, but I had some Multiple Sclerosis moments, and a bit of author doubt… so those rascals still need some work…
but finally, I managed to pull myself out of my writer’s funk, worked with Marin and the rest of my peeps from my Finder’s Keepers world, and managed to get everything up and ready just in time to celebrate my baby cousin’s first birthday… on??? you guessed it…. Sept 21st… Lyla is just about the cutest thing ever and who can manage to be uninspired when babies are about… and soon this family will get to meet another bouncing cutie…
which means I need to get to work… lol… soon Raelynn will be here. (no favorites here) so that means I need another book ready to go… 😛
any whoo… here are your links so that you can go forth and pre-order Twin Findings
Now… without further ado… here is Marin’s yummy man…
Interviewer (bats her eyelashes): I’m so glad we you could find a moment to come and chat with us, Kyland… Can I call you Kyland??
Kyland (arms crossed): Kyland will be fine.
Interviewer (lightly chuckles, flipping her hair): Great. Well, it’s great to have that you could leave the Princess’s side long enough to stop in… as the new bodyguard to Princess de Platadreki, one of the rarely heard about Battle Fae, I’m sure the Fae people would love to know a little pit about you… Tell us about day to day life for a royal’s consort…
Kyland: Pfft… Marin is my mate… we are one of the first known pairs in the Fae community to be soul-mated by the Fae Goddess Lac Mar, and as such, we only have eyes for each other… (Leaning forward, with narrowed eyes)… in fact, the flirtations of other women turn my stomach… the Princess is my everything… She means more to me than my next breath… I work to make sure that she is protected and happy at all times… I also do my best to warn others not to push her buttons, unless they want to trigger one of her power flares, finding themselves shocked by her escaping gift… sadly, as a soul-mated pair, jealousy can be an issue… more for me, than my Minzet… and she is, my sweet one… but then, I find her power flares kind of cute…
Interviewer (straightening jacket and sitting up with perfect posture): umm… That sounds like important work to me… How exactly did you meet the Princess??
Kyland (finally smiles): Marin… I had searched for her for more than twenty years, and was on the verge of giving up all hope… in fact, there were many times over the years that I believed my mission would fail, but I was honor bound to keep looking… before the Queen disappeared, she asked me to give my word that I would continue looking for Marin, no matter how long it took… the Queen said that she had had a vision that a new born baby girl would be ripped away from her mother, that this child would one day mean everything to the Fae people… (huffs and shakes his head) … she forgot to mention that the child in question was her soon to be born baby girl… when I finally found the mysterious Marin, still expecting a child, someone locked away and frightened, I found a mesmerizing woman fighting for her life…
(Kyland looks over his shoulder as if searching for something… grinning and holding out his hand, he finally locates a blushing Marin just off stage… ducking her head, Marin comes to take his hand, blushing even worse as she is pulled onto his lap)
Interviewer: …. (shuffles through questions) … What goals and hardships do you face… what do you want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe?? to keep the Princess safe??
Kyland (head cocked to the side): I will take out the Danshue, those evil Fae working to take my Minzet from me… they lie in hiding around every corner, but they must be found and removed … there are other criminals in the Fae community, but the Danshue have lost their souls… their crimes have earned them a death sentence… and they will be brought to justice…
Sparks light up on Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a white
Knuckled grip on her set and continues…
Kyland (pulls Marin close and nuzzles the side of her neck, the sparks disappear ): Marin hates that our lives are so dangerous… and my main goal is to always come back to her… we keep each other safe, working together… though I wish she would stay in the background more, Marin will always jump in to protect the little guy… my job is to make sure she is not harmed when she does…
Interviewer (eyeing Marin’s now spark free hands): One final questions and we will let you get back to your new duties as soul mate and bodyguard to the Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing in this new chapter of your life???
Kyland: … (Deep Breath…) that someone will get past the wards and shields placed around Marin… that one of the curses surrounding her essence will be tripped while she is too far away for me to save her… that Lindal, the woman pretending to care for Marin as she abused her, will sneak onto Marin’s property with some of her Danshue cohorts, that she will- … (a small explosion blows out all the lights)
Kyland turns Marin to him, kissing her deeply, continuing even after her power flare quiets down…
Interviewer warily pulls herself up off of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…
Interviewer (voice shaky): Alright… I think that’s all we have time for… thanks for stopping by Kyland… Princess…
I just wanted to jump on here and send out a thanks to all those who read my novels, especially those that take the time to place reviews on Amazon or Goodreads… (I have yet to get a bad review, so this may change… lol… but for now, I love getting an email alerting me to the existence of a new review…)
Non-authors maybe be asking themselves if I’m just blowing smoke, attempting to get the rest of my readers to jot down a few quick words…. but nope… those types of reviews would be helpful to book sales, but they are not the ones that bring the biggest smile to my face…. no, reviews are so hard to come by that it is a fair bet that the ones taking the time to write something have enjoyed/or hated the novel…. thankfully my reviews have been kind… very kind… and their words help me more than they will every know…
Barbara Underwood of Sydney, Australia wrote:
Judging by the author bio at the back of this book, Tracey Clark is obviously a very bubbly and charismatic personality, and this is evident in her writing style from the very beginning to the end of this entertaining Fantasy novel. Her storytelling technique immediately pulls the reader into her world of Fae who struggle to live in the everyday real world. This approach intrigued me right away because there was not too much out-of-this-world Fantasy to get familiar with, and the situation of the main character, Marin, not even knowing that she is a Fae Princess with tremendous powers also adds to the suspense and interest as the story unfolds.
Another prominent and positive feature of this book is that the author skilfully expresses thoughts and feelings from the two main characters: Marin and the man she is destined to be with, Kyland. In fact, this novel is also a beautiful, deep and intense love story, quite apart from the problems caused by Fae curses and helping Marin to understand and believe who she really is.
This book sets the scene for more books to come, and it is quite a lengthy book which took me some time to read, mainly because the writing style is engaging but also intense at times, so that you cannot skim through or skip anything. It is an involving read, but a very rewarding one for both Fantasy and Romance lovers alike, and I’ll be looking out for the sequel to this book!
I love writing and reading, but I do suffer from the doubt and writer’s depression like most artistic people… it is hard to look at your own work and your life and see what other’s see… especially with MS (Multiple Sclerosis) I find myself wondering why I continue to write, to paint, to go through the motions of life… I know, I know… it sounds a bit dramatic, but every once and a while the evil doubt creeps in… so I am more than grateful to those reviews that give me their thoughts on my work… it is uplifting, and helps me to shove my doubt and depression out the door… it tells me that there are those out there that really do want to enjoy my hard work, and that working through all those edits are worth it… and man do I hate edits…
Howdy y’all… 😛 I hope everyone is keeping cool and relaxed, ready to win some great prizes… over here in Ashland, Ky it is the weather seems to be a little confused (make that vindictive)… Mother Nature gave us a few lovely days of cool and comfortable, and just when I had started to relax, a smile of admiration on my face, She cackled like the witch that she is and threw enough furnace lovin’ heat at Ky to drop me to my knees, dragging my overheated Multiple Sclerosis body to safety… but I am more than ready to party… woo who…
so let’s have some fun with Rave Reviews Book Club’s BACK-TO-SCHOOL BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY… this is my stop here at Finder’s Keepers Series… my book site…
One lucky winner will be chosen to receive either
jewelry *(bracelet or earrings – made by me)
or one of the keychains I’ve been working on… (incase you’re not looking for jewelry)
as well as a personally made bookmark…
all you have to do is leave a commentat the bottom of this post… and you are entered to win… see… super easy… here is a peek at some of the pieces you will have to choose from…
number of winners: 2
while there is only one winner for the Block Party, I will also be choosing an extra winner from those of you interested in signing up for my Newsletter
and don’t forget to stop by the other blogs just waiting to give out freebies… check out the other peeps scheduled for today…
and now for a little bit of fun… how about a character interview (from my latest novel – Southern Discoveries) … Marin will tell us what she really think about Makayla LaPine, how she feels about the man in her life, and how she plans to work with Makayla without either of them killing each other… lol… (Books and Blurbs can be found at the bottom of the page…as well as an exciting summer sale!!!)
Character Interview – Marin
Interviewer (Jazz):(rubbing his hands together, a wolfish grin growing on his face, he speaks into the camera, practically bouncing in his seat…)
Hey y’all… Jazz here with SBI – Affairs (we are the supernatural version of the human Internal Affairs, but with sass… our work is shared with the Supe Community during these behind the scenes news reports)…
(looks over at Marin – holding his hand out in her direction)
Today I will be sitting down with Marin Yarthine … also know as Marin de Platadreki, our long lost princess…Marin is the last connection we in the Fae community have to the royal house… hopefully, she will be willing to share how her entrance into the Supernatural world has been treating her, and what she thinks of the Supes she has met so far… and of course we will have to delve into the personal side of day to day princess life…
Marin: (her checks growing bright red she squirms around in her seat)
uh…. I’m still pretty new at all this… I still wake up each morning sure that there has been some kind of mistake. Like a really big one.
Jazz: (grinning like he has just won the lottery, he leans over the arm of his chair, closer to his victim… uhhhh… his latest interviewee…)
The Supe Community, especially the Fae, have been at a loss without that Royal touch we all took for granted. Surely, the Community has welcomed you with great rejoicing??? Would you say that is accurate, Princess??
Marin: (a small spark jumps between her twisting fingers as she clears her throat)
I’m not used to all the attention. I mean… all these people are now seeing me, talking to me, wanting my opinion… it has been overwhelming. I just can’t seem to completely trust that it’s real. My co-workers didn’t even know my name a few weeks ago, and now they all seem to want to come over and hang out in my back garden.
Jazz: (cocks his head to the side)
You seem upset by this. Is your garden such and odd place for them to wish to visit?
Marin: (for the first time, a small smile graces her face, her eyes glowing in remembrance…)
Oh… it isn’t the garden really… it’s all the Brownie children. There is just something healing about their squeals of laughter as they force my friend Diego to shift into his jaguar form so that they can have their own kitty-cat-pony…
(gives a small laugh, her cheeks warming to a darker red)
It’s the best part of all this… well, that and Kyland. Without him, I would have gone insane by now…
But those kids are just soooo dang cute… everyone leaves with a smile on their face… in fact, a lot of my co-workers have been dropping by no matter if I’m home or not…
Jazz: (just listening to her gush over the tiny Fae has him grinning himself… clearing his throat, he attempts to get the interview back on track…)
So other than the Brownie Cubs, how has your introduction to Fae life been??
Marin: (scrunches up her noes…)
other than the confusion and daily changes as new information is thrown my way, I am a little sick of the assassination attempts… (the sparks return to her fingers)
Jazz: (he knows that he is pushing her closer to what his viewers really want to hear about… this is the reason he got into journalism… still, he eyes those sparks with a health does of respect… the last person to interview the princess nearly died when her power flared out of control…)
I’m very sorry to hear that Princess…
(taking a deep breath, he continues)
How has the threat to your life changed things?? Surely, you will be guarded more closely?? Under lock and Key so to speak so that we don’t lose our last touch of Royal Essence….
(his words cut off as actual bolts of electricity zero in on his torso… vibrating in his chair he can’t help but flinch with each renewed zap, as her voice hisses through the air)
Marin: (jumping to her feet, she knows she needs to get her power under control, but her anger has a way of amplifying her power flare)
I refuse to be hidden… never again. If that is the kind of princess you people are looking for, then I know for sure that there has been a mistake.
Jazz: (unable to stop his shaking, even after an extremely pissed of Kyland, the princess’s soul-mated partner, rushes into the room.. constantly flinching, he watches with amazement as Kyland manages to calm her rage by simply pulling her into his arms… but if the glare in his eyes meant anything, Jazz knew that the princess’s mate wanted to rip out his throat… swallowing thickly, he decides to wrap up the interview… but not without one final piece of gossip…)
Ummm… I am, umm, very glad to hear that??
But continuing to stay out in public, to continue your work at Finder’s Keepers… this means that you will be forced to interact with people that you still don’t know if you can trust. Like Makayla La Pine…
We had Makayla on our show earlier this month, and to say that she is a dangerous mystery is to be polite. What our viewers want to know, is ‘How can you work a Find for her? Do you think there will be unresolved issues, threats, or any kind of animosity???’…
Marin: (her cheeks are back to their reddened state)
ummm…. well… yes… of course she is a mystery… but that is exactly why I have to meet with her. I need to know what could cause the woman I have known for years to change so drastically. And it isn’t like Kyland will allow her to hurt me.
No… I need to know what has changed… she went from being a bitchy-sex-pot, to quiet and distant. It isn’t that I want the old Makayla back. I mean… I’m not stupid. Nope. I want to get to the bottom of this change in attitude, because surprises are never good. If she wants to attack me, then it is best to get it out of the way.
One meeting and we will know if Makayla is a threat. At least that is what I can only hope for. No one in their right mind would want to forever be looking over their shoulder for ‘Southern-Bitch-Barbie’…
Soooo, I will meet with Makayla. No matter what the men in my life think about it.
(even at her diminutive height, she looked foreboding… but then, that could be because of the sparks escaping her fingertips.)
Jazz: (he does he best to hid a grin as Kyland sighs and looks toward the ceiling… keeping the princess safe has to be a full time job…)
We’re almost out of time, but please tell us what you think about your upcoming birthday celebration.
–Kyland loses the fight to remain silent, a bark of laughter escaping as he pulls Marin closer—
Marin: (stomping her delicate foot, yes stomping it like a small child, she whines…)
I don’t see why it is soooo important to have something that I thought was already over. I already feel like my birthday is in the past… and there will be soooo many people… all looking at me…. can’t we just bypass this year??
(the hopeful look in her eyes dies as Kyland leans down to whisper in her ear… crossing her arms, she pouts… yep… the woman’s emotions were all over the place… rage, whining, pouting, giddy… it was hard to keep up)
Jazz: (Clearing his throat to get rid of the laughter dying to escape…)
Welll…. hopefully you will enjoy the experience anyway… this is your Transition Year, which is more important than all your other birthdays put together… this is the year that-
Marin: (Throwing her hands in the air, she pushes away from Kyland’s comforting arms as her mate starts to chuckle, and stomps from the room)
Jazz: (joining Kyland in his laughter, he turns back to the camera to wrap up the show…)
Well, there you have it… our lovely Princess has spoken… let us all wish her good luck on her Transition Year, silently and not to her face, and hope that her meeting with dangerous charmer Makayla La Pine goes well… until next time, this is Snazzy Jazz signing out…
Blurb for Southern Discoveries…
Makayla can’t believe that her life has been reduced to this… asking the flighty office girl for help. Could Marin really be capable of working the decades old Find that has plagued Makayla for most of her life? With her goal within reach, she will take a chance on Marin, avoiding all distractions. Especially the overwhelmingly delicious stranger begging for her attention.
Quaidin Lari wants to get in, finish his mission, and get out. Anything to get back to Out-realm and as far from Earth-side Kentucky as possible. His band of mercenaries – the Fianna – have one goal… to locate Marin, the highly sought after Fae Princess, and see to her protection. As the Incubus on the squad, he needs to focus on persuasion and manipulation.
The mission was a walk in the park… until her. Quaidin never saw Makayla coming. A woman with enough sexual allure to bring him to his knees…
And…. on the shelf for Summer Sale, we have my first novel… Shocking Finds
woo who… 99 cent Summer Sale…
here is the blurb and buy links…
An act of rebellion, Marin doesn’t think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know… right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic – the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools – is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin’s protection.
Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste
Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they’re lucky … they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That’s if Marin doesn’t shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.
for information about my short stories to be found in the following anthologies, go to the link at the top of the page for Short Stories…
Giving Chase – short
Hidden Bounty – short
and finally, here is some information on my short story Goodbye Roanoke… only 99 cents…
What happened to the Lost Colony of Roanoke? Jodina knows that she should be embarrassed, but really… they had it coming. As a Vampire/Dragon hybred, Jodina has lived for more than 200 years avoiding humans and supernatural creatures alike. But one accidental fire – hey, her Dragon side can be a bit testy – and she finds herself locked up with a handsome Vampire and a few innocent children. Their crimes? Well, the mob outside their cell has decided that they are unclean abominations… Jealousy and fear, with a heaping dose of hate, can turn human beings into deadly creatures.
hey y’all… most of my updates on the daily Block party Blog stops will be on Finder’s Keepers – Author Tracey Clark … but today that site is scheduled as one of the stops… soooo I decided to put the update here for everyone…
there is another stop today besides little ole me… make sure to drop by their sites and my author site … leave a comment and you will be automatically entered to win a giveaway or two… woo who…
okay… I promised some goodies… a few teasers and the all important excerpts… so here we go… this is ch 1 from Southern Discoveries (Finder’s Keepers: Book 2)
The portal tossed QuaidinLari in every direction imaginable. His head was spinning, his stomach about to evict all of its contents. Colors flew by in shades of burnt green and browns so dark they might as well have been considered black.
He could have handled the depressing color scheme and the runaway rollercoaster ride, but the shots of yellow and brightest white being flashed before his eyes was a different story. Quaidin hated rogue portals. The destabilized jump from one place, or realm, to another was bad enough, but watching the out of control magic show always got to him. His body spinning out of control, the lights flashed from the darkness of an underground hideaway, to surface of the sun bright…
Squeezing his eyes shut, Quaidin prayed to the Fae Goddess – Lac Mar – that the ride would soon end. If he threw up, he wanted to avoid rolling around in his vomit.
Gritting his teeth, Quaidin refused to show such weakness.
He was one of the Fianna – the fierce Fae mercenary troops – in charge of taking over the job of policing the Fae community. After the Sentinels went missing, the Fianna reformed after centuries of being unneeded.
The past two decades had changed their quiet lives. The hidden Fianna had gone from training for the worst to fighting on the front lines. The Sentinels were all but gone and the Danshue – the evil Fae – were growing in number every day.
Quaidin threw his hand over his mouth. Hurling his guts up and praying to the Lac Mar because of an out of control ride through a rogue portal wouldn’t look very reassuring to those depending on the Fianna for safety. Besides, he was in charge of persuasion for his squad.
Sure, he had all the allure of his Incubus heritage, but no one looked at the deathly ill and thought, I want to tell this man all my secrets.
Just when he thought that Fate had decided to turn a simple portal jump into a lifetime of confusion and punishment, Quaidin stumbled across solid ground, immediately falling to his knees. He couldn’t see straight, yet, but knew that he wanted to go back home to Out-realm immediately. Every time he came Earth-side, the experience cemented how much he hated the place. “Please tell me I managed to land in a patch of soft, foul-smelling mud somewhere in Out-realm. Not Earth-side Kentucky.”
No one answered.
Still, Quaidin refused to open his eyes. His knees were firmly planted on solid ground, but his hands had managed to find something disgusting.
Sitting up, his arse propped up on his feet, he did his best not to inhale. Eyes tightly closed, Quaidin started flinging and flicking his hands to dislodge the substance clinging to his skin.
His squad mates all started screaming at once.
“Son of a-”
“Stop that, you-”
Grinning like a devil dog, Quaidin cracked opened his eyelids. Looking around at Casfin, Vloran, Zander, and Yolland he cut them all off. “We can all wear this muck together.”
Casfin, one of the most laid back and composed Captains the Fianna mercenaries had ever seen, looked like he was on the verge of homicide. Stripping off his clothes without a word, Casfin stalked off to a nearby pond. One by one, the others decided to follow.
Vloran was last to add his clothes to the growing pile. It wasn’t that the man was slower than the others. For a nearly eight-foot mountain of a Fae, he could move quite swiftly when he wanted to. When he wanted to, being the key phrase.
Quaidin pushed himself up from the ground as Vloran turned to leave.
“What is the big deal? A little dirt never hurt anyone.”
Vloran glared over his shoulder, and said, “I believe the people Earth-side call what you landed in a cow-patty.” Seeing the, no doubt, confused look on Quaidin’s face, Vloran turned away in disgust. “Cow shit, man. You landed in cow shit.”
More than ready to go home, Quaidin ripped off his uniform and threw them on the burnable heap of mission clothing. Moving for the water, he barked, “I hate this place.”
Quaidin eyed the large beast lazily munching on the grass growing along the bank of the small pond. Floating in the middle of the water, he felt safe in shooting hate filled stares at the cow.
Suffocating in heat and honeysuckle, he wanted to say the hell with the mission and head home. How could it be so hot? Summers on Earth-side wouldn’t begin for another week, maybe two weeks. They needed to locate the new Fae Princess and slip back through a portal to Out-realm before the heat level reached the nineties, or Lac Mar forbid, the hundreds.
“Time to move out. Our ride should be here any minute.” Casfin dropped Quaidin’s satchel on the bank and walked off.
The cow crept suspiciously toward his satchel, spurring Quaidin to swim with increasing strokes for the edge of the pond. Keeping one eye on the animal, he pulled his body out of the water and started jerking his spare uniform out.
Vloran moseyed over – the man was the definition of relaxed – and tossed him a canteen of water.
“Thanks man.” Quaidin took a long pull of the slightly warm liquid. “Is the portal shut down?”
The portal they had just used to get to Earth-side was a rogue portal. Their squad was in charge of shutting it down. And instead of taking care of the matter while they were still in Out-realm, they had used it to travel closer to the Princess and their goal. The already captured Danshue responsible for the rogue portal would be their cover until they had a feel for the situation and the people surrounding the new Fae princess.
The Danshue, or evil Fae, were growing in number and they all had it out for Princess de Platadreki. They needed to secure the Princess and eliminate all threats along the way.
“Yolland and Zander are taking care of it. The portal was hastily opened, but that just means it will be harder to close. It looks like someone just ripped open a hole in reality. Some of the spells used to open it need to be reinforced so that the entire thing does not explode as they attempt to close the link.” Vloran crouched down, his arms planted on his knees. His eyes continually quartered the area, watching the trees, the field, the nearby gravel road, and even the sky.
Pants on and shoes laced up, Quaidin checked the ground for any surprises before flopping down beside Vloran. “Casfin could close it in no time.”
Plucking a piece of grass to roll between his fingers, Vloran looked back at Yolland and Zander. “Guess the Captain thinks they need the practice. Would have done it himself otherwise.”
Quaidin took another swallow of warm water, refusing to even unpack his shirt until the last minute. He pinched a few strands of his light brown hair between his fingers and pulled the wavy mass forward. Squinting his eyes, he tried to determine if the missing blonde streaks were covered in mystery pond scum or if they were just heavy with water. He was about to ask Vloran what he thought when a large SUV came into sight, slowly driving down the one lane road at the edge of the field. “Looks like our ride has arrived. Maybe you and Casfin can stick your heads out of your windows,” Quaidin suggested.
It was no more than the truth. Vloran had to be nearing the eight-foot mark, and their dear Captain looked to be at least a head taller than that. Quaidin didn’t know a lot about Earth-side, always wishing to keep his visits short, but Humans rarely made it to seven feet. They definitely didn’t make cars to accommodate small giants.
It was a good thing that Humans and Norms – those Fae born without magic – were unable to see anything placed under a glamor. Otherwise, Vloran and Casfin would have started a riot. What with Vloran’s silver skin tone and the light blue dusting on Casfin’s otherwise pale flesh. It was hard to mistake them for normal.
“Come on funny guy. With the mood Casfin is in, he may just leave your ass if you make him wait.”
Shaking his head, Quaidin jumped to his feet, more than ready to get started. More than ready to secure the Princess and get the hell out of dodge.
Casfin took a step in Quaidin’s direction, dwarfing the six foot man. “Maybe you enjoy, and at times need, a little electric shock therapy. Personally I found her power strong enough to wish to avoid it in the future. And I was barely touched by the rage we caused earlier. Maybe we should listen to the rest of Kyland’s story and keep our opinions to ourselves.”
Placing a box of tissues beside Makayla, he quickly moved to the nearby closet. Pulling a sheet from within, he used it to cover the couch he slept on more often than was pretty to admit.Anton’s office was spacious with a sitting area and bar to the right of the door. Between the sitting area and his desk, along the right wall, Anton had a private bathroom. The other side of the room housed a walk-in closet. The rest of the wall space was covered in artwork and bookcases. Really, he had little reason to go home at night.
Kyland released a chuckle as Marin took one of the paintings he held and arranged it on the covered couch to her liking. “I knew you lived here.”