The Novel

So today my novel is demanding my attention. Quiet thoroughly in fact, I haven't felt this inspired for it in a while; sort of hard for something that I'm writing alone to compete with the delightful pleasure of writing with Master or Sunshine in Gwiv really.

But Kera, Aine, Caedmon and Jaspar are the root of Gwiv for me, for all of us actually when I think about it. If I hadn't chosen to use Gwiv for their story I would have never started to flesh it out more again, would have never crafted the Divine Quart the way I did, which would have resulted in a much different world.

This is the first time I've really talked about my novel on here I think.

I get asked a lot what the book is about, the story. And that's a hard thing to answer, after all its a rather complicated story, I have no idea what they would put on the back cover, there's just too much in the story to say "Oh its a story about a princess being rescued from a dragon" sort of thing. There's more then one story running through it.

And no dragons, at least not in the first book. In the second one there might pop up one, it will depend on many things so not sure yet.

There are however, two princess, Kera and Aine, twins and yet utterly different. If I had to focus on one main story for the book it would be the one of their relationship and how they both grow over the course of the story. Both cursed, both outcasted and hidden, together in the wilds of Merisso's mountains as their country is being corrupted by a mad woman now upon the throne. And yet that's just one story. There's Caedmon, my Bear Prince who is far from home and serving the Divine Mother Meria by helping the twins take back their throne and hoping to regain his own human form. And then Jaspar, the half divine pirate Captain who is the son of the Goddess of Love. The character's are all so different and so wonderful. I think I'll start sharing snippets from the book at least once a week, part of something to keep me working forward on it.

And for today....Caedmon

“Well aren’t you a sight Princess.”

And indeed she was, far more beautiful then anything he had ever seen and he was having trouble remembering how to breath with the memory of the flash of her nudity before she had dipped into the water. Not that it hid too much, not with her skin the hue of starlight and shimmering beneath the water. He stood before her, a smile on his face even though his heart raced fast with the knowledge of what would happen, of what he had come to tell her.

Part of him didn’t want to tell her, not now.  Not when she had seemed so happy tonight, all but glowing somehow.

Caedmon didn’t think that swimming nude in pools after the night had fallen was something that Kera did often, or at all. And yet here she was, looking half mer in the night with her dark hair flowing around her shoulders and drifting over the water like a flower’s petals. She had turned to him with a gasp, surprised and then silent as they both just stared at each other, each caught in their thoughts no doubt. And what were her’s, that he wanted to know, to use, for she was one that he couldn’t seem to figure out which was unusual. Reading people was what he did.

“Caedmon…I…though you weren’t coming tonight.” The words stole like whispers through the night and if it were lighter he was sure he could have seen a blush on her cheeks.

“I was, unfortunately detained. Traveling actually, which I want to talk to you about…”

“I am glad you came. “ Her voice was breathless, heady as if she had drunken wine and was brave with it. Kera’s eyes drew him and he lost his train of thought for a moment as he took another step toward the edge of the walkway. She tredded closer in response, a soft smile on her lips. Gone was the haughty wary princess he had met the first night and in her place was a shy young woman who seemed to be trying out her wings for the first time. The haughty princess had called to something within him, seeing a pain inside her, a great sense of duty, that appealed to those same things in his soul. But this, oh this was something no man could resist, not that flash of her eyes like diamond’s in the night, not the soft womanly smile that seemed meant just for him.

The fact that she was, or seemed to be nude probably helped as well, he was a male after all.

“Kera I…” He started to speak again, trying to gather his thoughts even as his blood seemed intent on rushing to lower portions of his body. Which in turn made the man shift uneasily on his feet as her hand lifted, gleaming with droplets of water to reach toward him and the idea of such water droplets trailing over other, more intimate parts of her body made it impossible to think.

“Join me?”

Now that, he would have never expected, never dared dream of. Kera, gazing up at him with eyes that seemed bright and easy for once, a playful smile on her lips and nude below him. Breathe, just blasted breathe…. He told himself, adjusting his tunic in the hope that it would cover demanding part of his body.

“I am not sure that’s a good idea, my lady I…”

“Oh don’t be so stuffy….” Had some siren possessed the girl?

That thought was the last one that he had before her hand reached for his tunic and tugged him down toward, the action lifting her breast with her arm and giving him a sight he probably would carry happily within his memory till he died.

And then the water took him, closing around him and he shouted in shock, kicking his feet to surface, his clothing soaking through and dragging him down. Caedmon kicked off his boots first before shucking his tunic and shirt over his head and letting them drop down as well. “Lass…” he growled into the air, glaring in her direction. “That wasnae  a good idea…”

Which only earned him a giggle, a flash of a coy smile that was entirely feminine and the princess biting her lower lip. Light and Lady, all his blood then rushed to his groin and he couldn’t think of a moment when he had been more aroused in his whole life. And that was saying something with his ‘rouge’ years. And yet, the sound of her laughter reached into some part of him that had forgotten laughter and caressed his heart like a soothing balm. The magic of Deril perhaps, they were in her garden’s.