Sunday, January 31, 2016

Revealing the Fates -Snippet Sunday

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It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors'  blog hop!
I am jazzed to say I've got a series trailer done for Sons of Herne, and I'll be unveiling it here on the site soon. Possibly on a Snippet Sunday.

My snippet this week is from Book 4, Fire of BeltaneLast time, Jorandil, god of Beltane, found himself in a room resembling a galaxy of stars when he entered the tower of the Fates. 

We pick up a few sentences later. His surroundings have been revealed to be a room of mirrors. We meet the Fates at last...
  

A shape materialized behind him, and Jorandil whipped around to see the Fates, all three bobbing up and down as they floated off the floor. Their skirts and hair were made of the mists of time, it was told, but they were not the usual black, amethyst, and emerald colors that were spoken of. Today, all of their hair and garments consisted of wispy vapors of reddish-gold, a shade too similar to Cadence’s locks to be coincidental. Again, they were toying with him, and he scowled in response.
There was Morta, tall and slender, her golden-red hair floating on an invisible wind. The winds of change, he thought to himself, the tides by which the Fates moved and flowed and worked their will. Decuna, short and squat, scratched at her cheek with a gnarled finger. In the center, with her hands folded and wearing a wanton, yet maternal expression, was Nona. All had large, round black eyes, which blinked occasionally as though Jorandil was a shock to behold.
“So, son of Herne,” Nona said, “why have you disturbed the acts of fate upon which so much of humanity rests?”


What do you think?  


About Fire of Beltane:
It is the time of Beltane, and Jorandil, son of Herne, secretly wishes his presence could be known, his touch felt, by the woman chosen as his sabbat partner. Then Cadence comes along, aware of her angel's visit, mesmerized by the beauty of his wings and the power of his touch. Even after the sealing of the veil between worlds divides them, neither can forget the other. And when their pursuit of answers reveals that dire trouble awaits Cadence, a trouble Jorandil was responsible for creating, he must defy his father and risk unleashing an even greater danger to save her.

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.


Read Book 1 of the series, Season of Light, now available on Amazon!

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For more awesome snippets, check out 


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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Chocolate-Peanut Butter Freezer Candy

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It's Too Yummy Tuesday!

On select Tuesdays I share delicious recipes either inspired by my books or that are just plain delicious!


Some of you know I have another blog called Experimental Positivity, and this past week one of my daily challenges was to invent something new in the kitchen. So I played around with some stuff I had on hand and devised a little yummy treat that I decided to share with you. 

The candies need to set up in the freezer, but don't fret--they'll be ready within minutes. So if you're looking for a quick fix when craving sweets, this will fit the bill. 

Chocolate-Peanut Butter Freezer Candy

Consistency winds up like cake batter
 Ingredients

3 Tbsp coconut oil
3 Tbsp peanut butter
1/4 cup cocoa powder
1/3- 1/2 cup powdered sugar

Directions

Put coconut oil in microwave safe, medium-sized bowl and melt 15-20 seconds. Stir in peanut butter until combined. Add dry ingredients until well mixed with no lumps. The consistency should resemble something like a cake batter, thick enough to spoon into circles that will spread out a bit, but not too runny to hold their shape. You may need to add a bit more peanut butter or powdered sugar to get the consistency right.

Drop spoonfuls of chocolate onto a cookie sheet lined with foil, spread into rounds. Pop into the freezer until set up. Remove from foil and store in a tupperware or plastic bag in freezer. They begin to melt pretty quick after taking them out, but this isn't much of a problem for me since I gobble them up fast. Ha.  
Makes about 12 candy patties
The finished product!


Enjoy!
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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people!

Sunday, January 24, 2016

A Galaxy of Stars -Snippet Sunday

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It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors'  blog hop!
Speaking with the blog, I had some fun monkeying around with the layout this week. I think I'm finally pretty much settled on the design. What do you think?

My snippet this week: I'm still on Sons of Herne Book 4, Fire of BeltaneLast time, Jorandil, god of Beltane, had just been invited inside the mountain top tower of the Fates, who seemed less than pleased at his arrival. 

We pick up with the next sentence...
  

Through the door there was nothing but darkness, so that Jorandil could not see what waited within. He strode into the dark doorway, jumping around when the door slammed shut, closing him in with inky blackness.
Tiny lights sprang up around him, fading in one at a time, filling the room with stars. This did not illuminate the space, for now it was simply black night with pinpoints of brilliant white, but it was enough for him to see his palm when he held up a hand close enough to one of the white dots. The stars stretched out into what must be a very large room—or perhaps a vast galaxy in another dimension. He could easily unfurl his wings and fly through the space, and he considered doing so.
“I tire of your games,” he said, and his voice echoed here much the way the Fates' did. “Show yourselves.”
“So impudent, he who came uninvited and unannounced.”
The stars swelled, their luminescence sharpening painfully with an explosion of white light that was bright enough for him to raise his palm to shield his eyes.


What do you think?  


About Fire of Beltane:
It is the time of Beltane, and Jorandil, son of Herne, secretly wishes his presence could be known, his touch felt, by the woman chosen as his sabbat partner. Then Cadence comes along, aware of her angel's visit, mesmerized by the beauty of his wings and the power of his touch. Even after the sealing of the veil between worlds divides them, neither can forget the other. And when their pursuit of answers reveals that dire trouble awaits Cadence, a trouble Jorandil was responsible for creating, he must defy his father and risk unleashing an even greater danger to save her.

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

Read Book 1 of the series, Season of Light, now available on Amazon!

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For more awesome snippets, check out 


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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Crockpot Apple Pie Cake-Only 3 Ingredients!

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It's Too Yummy Tuesday!

On select Tuesdays I share delicious recipes either inspired by my books or that are just plain delicious!


Those who have followed my recipe feature for any length of time know that I have much warm, fuzzy love for the crockpot. Between writing, my "other" full-time job, homeschooling, and running a household, the crockpot has saved me more times than I can count. 

Today's is a fun one that's super easy and delish. It is basically a dump cake that comes out like apple cobbler. I saw this idea on Facebook and had to try it. Only 3 ingredients are technically required, but I'll say the addition of whipped cream or vanilla ice cream sends this right over the top!

Crockpot Dump Cake

 Ingredients

2 cans of apple pie filling (20 oz each)
1 box of cake mix, your choice (spice cake is awesome! Yellow works too)
2 sticks of butter

Directions

Spread apple pie filling in the bottom of crock pot. Sprinkle cake mix evenly over the top. DO NOT STIR TOGETHER. Leave the wet/dry layers as is. Now unwrap your butter sticks and set them on the top, as shown in the picture above. Seriously! That's it.

Now let this concoction do its thing in the crockpot set to high for 2 to 2 1/2 hrs until cake is done (it will still be moist, but cakey). Everything will melt together and cook until you get the cobbler-style goodliness shown below. 




Serves 8-10. Okay, possibly 6 if you get carried away like I do.


Enjoy!
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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people!

Monday, January 18, 2016

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes: A New Year, a New Me

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I couldn't resist the nod in today's post title in honor of the late, great David Bowie, largely because it is truly fitting. The past year has seen a great deal of changes for me personally, and I'm excited for what lies ahead.

You may have noticed the site is a bit different. I've been playing with the layout to include clickable book covers to take you straight to the info pages on many of my titles.  I'm not married to the design yet, so you might see it shift again. I've also included links in the right-hand side bar to the series sites for Sons of HerneLone Wolves of Shay Falls, and Immortal Paradise. Much of the info is the same as what you can find here, BUT Lone Wolves offers a couple free reading samples, and I'll be doing the same thing on SoH and Immortal Paradise soon. So these are worth checking out! 

In other news...I am finally back to working on Disarming Cowboys, the conclusion to my Lone Wolves series. Keep your fingers crossed for some good news on this title soon!

There is one other change I must announce with a rather heavy heart. As of today, links and info on three books that are still currently in publication are no longer accessible here on my site. (They are still for sale across booksellers.) It was a difficult decision, for  each of them are near and dear to my heart. Without going into details, I am currently working on reacquiring the rights to these titles. Once I do, they will be reworked and re-released with brand new covers. Until then, I have a request.  PLEASE DO NOT BUY THESE TITLES:

Full Moon Fire
Compromising Connections
Nature's Bounty

Okay, enough of that. Back to the happy stuff, which is that I'm looking forward to releasing plenty of new titles in the months ahead, including seven more Sons of Herne novellas, hopefully Disarming Cowboys before the year is out, and something new for me--a serialized novel. I'm also bandying about ideas for a new werewolf series. I dubbed this site the Power of Passion some years ago. Now I feel I should call it the Power of Positivity, for it has been that more than anything else that has brought me back around to a productive writing life. Onward!



On select Mondays, I like to gab about writing or whatever's going on with me. For more gab, please join me on Twitter or Facebook. I love talking to people!

J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Threshold of the Fates -Snippet Sunday

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I'm part of Weekend Writing Warriors'  Snippet Sunday.

My snippet this week is from my Sons of Herne novella series (synopsis below the snippet) Book 4, Fire of BeltaneLast time, Jorandil, god of Beltane, made an exhilarating flight up a mountain in search of answers from the Fates. 

Now, let's move ahead a few paragraphs, where he has arrived at his destination...
  

“Who stands at our door?” asked voices joined in unison. “Lingering near the threshold, loitering on private lands.”
Jorandil spun around to the doorway, a tall, narrow door painted black to match the obsidian mountain.
“Is he unwilling to enter, or uncertain he should bother?” asked a gentle voice.
“He has come a long way for nothing,” said a  harsher, deeper tone.
“I have come to tell you I will not be used by you,” he shouted over the wind that busied itself by whipping his hair around his face. “Release me from whatever magic you have wrought.”
“He comes with demands and accusation,” the chorus said, each s drawn out in a hiss.
The door slammed open, hard enough for Jorandil to jerk backward in alarm.
“Then come in and make your claims face to face.”


What do you think?  


About Fire of Beltane:
It is the time of Beltane, and Jorandil, son of Herne, secretly wishes his presence could be known, his touch felt, by the woman chosen as his sabbat partner. Then Cadence comes along, aware of her angel's visit, mesmerized by the beauty of his wings and the power of his touch. Even after the sealing of the veil between worlds divides them, neither can forget the other. And when their pursuit of answers reveals that dire trouble awaits Cadence, a trouble Jorandil was responsible for creating, he must defy his father and risk unleashing an even greater danger to save her.

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.


Read Book 1 of the series, Season of Light, now available on Amazon!

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For more awesome snippets, check out 


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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Sunday, January 10, 2016

An Exhilarating Flight -Snippet Sunday

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I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s  Snippet Sunday. I'm writing the Sons of Herne novella series (synopsis below the snippet).  I've made my way back to Book 4, Fire of Beltane. Last time we left off from this story, Cadence was disappointed to realize a random guy chatting her up on the subway was not the angel who had mysteriously entered her life, then vanished. After all, angels don't ride the subway.

Now, let's move ahead to the next scene, where Jorandil, who is equally preoccupied with thoughts of the woman he encountered on Beltane, has taken flight for information to confirm certain suspicions.
  

The mountain was high, but such was not an insurmountable task when one had wings. Jorandil soared up, his wings feeling the strain, but he enjoyed every minute. Rare were the days now in which he had an opportunity to use his wings for the purpose in which they were originally created, as opposed to infusing energy into a dangerously thinning barrier between worlds. Air whipped past, stinging his eyes, chilling his skin, a sensation so exhilarating that as he made his way to the pinnacle, he wondered why he did not make more time to enjoy it.
He banked off as he neared the top, circling once to locate a landing spot. When he touched down, he folded his wings and glanced around.
The Fates valued their privacy, and so their abode loomed high enough that he could look over the edge and see wisps of cloud below. Few knew where to find the Fates, and fewer still could successfully navigate the steep, craggy black rock, forged from the molten fires that had overtaken his world in the dark days of the god wars. Herne was one of the few to know the location, but Jorandil had not wished to ask his father for the information. It would call up far too many questions as to why he sought their counsel, and when his father was in pursuit of answers, he could be most insistent—and annoying, should he not care for the answers he got.

What do you think?  



About Fire of Beltane:
It is the time of Beltane, and Jorandil, son of Herne, secretly wishes his presence could be known, his touch felt, by the woman chosen as his sabbat partner. Then Cadence comes along, aware of her angel's visit, mesmerized by the beauty of his wings and the power of his touch. Even after the sealing of the veil between worlds divides them, neither can forget the other. And when their pursuit of answers reveals that dire trouble awaits Cadence, a trouble Jorandil was responsible for creating, he must defy his father and risk unleashing an even greater danger to save her.

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.
It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

Read Book 1 of the series, Season of Light, now available on Amazon!

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For more awesome snippets, check out 


~ *~ * ~ * ~ *~ *~ * ~ *~ 
I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Sunday, January 3, 2016

The Imbolc Artifact -Snippet Sunday

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~*~Today's snippet contains mature subject matter~*~

Happy New Year! I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s  Snippet Sunday. I'm posting one last snippet from Awakening of Brighid, Book 2 of the Sons of Herne series (synopsis below snippet), which just released yesterday!!
Last time, Eradimus, god of Imbolc, was being pressured to forget Brighid and take another lover for the Imbolc ritual. An aide interrupted with news that there has been a sign of Brighid's return-snowdrops in bloom in the earthen realm. Let's take up a few sentences later, as Eradimus makes ready to invoke the sabbat and cross the veil to where he hopes his love has returned. This snippet was edited to fit the criteria...

Eradimus was already headed for the artifact pedestal when his father said, “Go forth and do your duty, god of Imbolc. We will discuss matters when you have succeeded in your task.”
Eradimus paused in front of the pedestal with the garnet statue on top, and his eyes took in the lines of the exquisite carving. The bowed head, the delicate fall of wavy red hair, the cloak that fell in folds to her bare feet caught her essence, poise and beauty.
“I knew you would not fail me,” he whispered. “I knew you would not wait another generation to return.”
He reached for the figure, his fingers shaking while he reached for the wand cradled in her arms. The wand had been fashioned of ash, with knobs and slight bends that fit his hand to perfection when he withdrew the shaft from its perch. On the top end, a small cone from a conifer off their mountain had been dipped in pure silver and was attached to the top, creating a phallic shape.

The priapic wand heated when he took hold, the energies within swirling and demanding release as he lifted the artifact to point it at the veil between worlds.



What do you think?  

Awakening of Brighid is now available on Amazon!


It is the time of Imbolc, and Eradimus, god of the sabbat, is not the only one who fears that the realms are in jeopardy. A despairing earth is prepared to shake off its inhabitants by blanketing the world with storms, a fate Eradimus knows can only be avoided by the return of the woman he has loved for millennia. That Brighid is destined to return to his arms only once in each generation was a cruel enough fate before she failed to come back the previous year. Now the world mourns her loss—and Eradimus’s father, Herne, and the Counsel of Sabbats insists that he take another lover for an Imbolc ritual that will hopefully avert disaster. Only the last-minute appearance of a sign gives him hope that she has returned.


Brighid is not having the greatest day. A sudden storm hits while she’s out for a ride to tour the cliffs during an impulsive vacation, almost taking her over the edge with her rental bike. Lost and alone, she makes her way to the nearest shelter—a barn that seems to have been oddly readied for a visitor—to wait out the weather. When a strange, but gorgeous man shows up and claims to know her, she is infected by his sensual presence and very much wishes she could be the Brighid he so desperately seeks. Her true identity has been lost to her, and Eradimus must find a way to return it and join with her before all of humanity is lost along with her.

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.
It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.



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For more awesome snippets, check out 


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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Now Available: Eradimus: God of Imbolc (Sons of Herne 2)

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ERADIMUS: GOD OF IMBOLC
Book 2 of the Sons of Herne series
January 2016

Now available only as an exclusive subscriber bonus! CLICK HERE to join the list and get it free.

Eradimus must awaken a goddess before time runs out…

The realms are in jeopardy. Violent storms erupt as the earth prepares to shake off its inhabitants, a fate that can only be avoided by the return of the woman Eradimus has loved for millennia. Brighid was destined to be in his arms only once each generation, a cruel enough fate before she failed to return at all. Now the world mourns her loss—and Eradimus’s father, along with the Counsel of Sabbats, insists that he take another lover for an Imbolc ritual that will hopefully avert disaster.
Brighid is not having the greatest vacation. A sudden storm hits, almost taking her over the edge of a cliff along with her rental bike. Lost and alone, she makes her way to the nearest shelter—a barn that seems to have been oddly readied for a visitor—to wait out the weather. When a strange, but gorgeous man shows up and claims to know her, she is infected by his sensual presence and very much wishes she could be the Brighid he so desperately seeks.
Is she the goddess Eradimus longs for? He must find a way to restore her true identity and join with her before all of humanity is lost.


Excerpt:

“My lords!”
Eradimus turned to see a young acolyte racing forward, his sandals slapping the marble as he ran.
“Well, what is it?” Herne boomed. “Now that you’ve interrupted a vital discussion and startled us all.”
The young man slid to a stop and gave a hasty bow. “This was just brought back through the Chamber of Portals.”
His brown eyes wide with excitement, he held up a flower that quivered between his fingers.
Eradimus’s heart gave a sputter. “Snowdrops,” he whispered.
“It is a sign,” Jarvil said, pointing at the blossom. “The snowdrops bloom again. She is returning!”
Eradimus grabbed the lad by the front of his tunic. “Where?” he demanded. “Where was the sighting?”
The bloom fell to the floor, and the young man pulled away to retrieve it. “In the Green Isle,” he said. “In the field not far from where the fires burn in her honor.”
“Then I know where she will appear,” Eradimus said, shooting his father a look. He took the snowdrop from the lad, feeling the longing burn inside him. Hope of pulling her into his embrace again scorched him from the inside. “At least, I know of the general region. There could be a few places within the area.”
“Can he not just focus on her presence, as do many of the other sabbat gods when they cross over to seek their females?” he heard Jarvil ask.
“It does not work that way for him,” Sandovar answered. “You should have learned in your studies how the Imbolc ritual differs from all others. As she who joins with the sabbat god is born anew each generation, Eradimus does not know precisely whom to focus upon. He has only the location where the signs have appeared to guide him.”
“I know he only performs the full joining every second decade, and always with the same female. But I do not know why.”
“It is speculated that the earth needs to see the magic born of a true love between mortal and immortal once each generation for it to relent in its despair and grant humanity another cycle of life.”
A hiss in response turned out to be Herne’s. “True love. If that were the case, why then did the earth not respond when Dominus claimed the Yule mother? He, too, thought himself possessed of true love, yet storms blanket the realm all the same. So if you are quite finished giving your firstborn lessons in idle conjecture?”
Heads bowed. “Apologies, my lord and my god,” said Sandover.
“Perhaps it is not the love between beings on opposite sides of the veil that the earth saw,” Eradimus said, no longer able to bite down on the words that had resonated in him for centuries. “Perhaps my immortal power unlocked a magic within her, solely and exclusively in Brighid, that gave the world cause to spare the human race.”
“Ridiculous,” Herne said, although counsel members were exchanging looks. Eradimus was already headed for the artifact pedestal when his father continued. “But if you feel she is so vital, delay no more,” Herne said. “Go forth and seek the place of her return. Do your duty, god of Imbolc. We will discuss matters when you have succeeded in your task.”
Eradimus paused in front of the pedestal that was carved from the finest crystal and lit from within by its own energies. The garnet statue stood on top, and his eyes took in the lines of the exquisite carving. The bowed head, the delicate fall of wavy red hair, the cloak that fell in folds to her bare feet caught her essence, poise and beauty.
“I knew you would not fail me,” he whispered. “I knew you would not wait another generation to return.”
He reached for the figure, his fingers shaking while he reached for the wand cradled in her arms.

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