Saturday Stories for March 23rd

Welcome All!!

Saturday Stories is the place for me to update you all on my weekly goals and give you a peek at something I’ve been working on. Happily, I managed to complete my three simple goals this week so I can start to move ahead on my projects (FINALLY!).

So since I don’t have anything else to update you on, let’s move ahead to the short story portion of our Saturday evening (woohoo!)

Here is an excerpt from somewhere withing my first novel, Dragon on My Neck, which is currently available on Amazon.

Passiona moved as quickly as a queen is allowed to move in public, marching down the sidewalk with an urgency and purpose that had any wayward servants jumping out of the way when they saw her coming. Excitement radiated from the fairy queen in waves, making her seem to float as she made her way into the library. After a hurried check to make sure they were alone, Franme closed the door and motioned Queen Passiona forward and into her usual seat.

“My queen,” The sorcerer began, his own excitement barely containable, “As I mentioned, I believe I have found you the way to gain the power you have been searching for.” He grabbed up a stack of papers and set them down on the long, wooden table in front of Passiona. “You’ll see that the first few pages here are a basic retelling of the story of Gendrail and Ralnion, However, there is one very basic difference between this version and the one found in the lighter tomes of legends. In this version Gendrail has a beloved. Pandem, the lord of chaos, was deeply in love with the shadow mother and created portals throughout our realm in order to visit her world.”

“Do not try my patience today Franme,” Passiona interrupted, leafing through the papers in front her disinterestedly, “What does this have to do with my power?”

“Majesty, these portals continue today,” Franme hurried to continue, “If you look beyond the first few pages you’ll see the legend of Pandem’s frantic love. He was so tormented by his love’s ostracism from this world that Pandem called upon all of the dark powers to create portals into the dragonless realm. He left clues and incantations to find and open these portals. Each set of clues includes a spell to open the portal and step through into a civilization within this new world. These doorways are constant and sometimes they slip open a bit, which is how men from that world sometimes cross into ours without magical assistance. They merely stumble upon a doorway.”

“This is all very fascinating sorcerer,” Passiona growled, “But I ask you again, HOW DOES THIS HELP ME GAIN MY POWER??!!!!”

“My dear queen,” Franme bowed and smiled apologetically, “Within the Legend of Pandem it says that the Lord of Chaos disappeared into the world of his beloved, taking with him this knowledge of the greatest powers but leaving the clues and incantations for any brave enough to search for him and this power. When the spells are used and a portal fully opened, Pandem will know. Anyone who claims the use of a portal should find him waiting.”

“Then we need to begin work on those clues immediately Frannie!” Passiona danced in her seat, “Did you begin to decode any of them before coming to find me?”

“No Your Highness,” Franme bowed again, his nose scraping the wooden table-top before he went on, “As soon as I realized what the text was saying I came to find you.”

 

“Good, Good,” Passiona nodded her approval, “We must start right away. What are the first clues?”

“If you’ll look on the second page, my queen, the first set of clues and their portal incantation are listed out.”

Fairy Queen and minion worked diligently, side by side, for over an hour. When they were done scouring the pages of Pandem’s legend, Passiona and Franme had a list of three definite sets of clues to portal sites.

 

  • In a cavern Dark and Deep,

Where a Mother sat to weep,

A River runs of her tears,

Deep and Dark and Full of Fears.

 

  • In a place of Myth and magic,

Where a Circle stands Alone

Will you come to Power inhabit,

Or leave the Place another Drone?

 

 

  • In a canyon of Legend, Lore, and Lime,

A Portal awaits through Space and Time.

An Oasis in this vast land,

Surrounded by a Sea of Sand.

 

“What do they mean,” Passiona groaned, reading over the clues for a third time. “These places, how do we know they even exist anymore?”

“The portals will still exist, even if the places have changed Your Majesty,” Franme murmured, “We just have to use maps and knowledge from his time.”

“How do we do that?” Passiona whined like a tiny child, hoping to convince their parents to do their work for them. “We have old maps, but we aren’t sure when Pandem left this world for good, so how will we know which legends are the relevant ones?”

“These legends have been handed down throughout time. Any of the ancient stories should hold clues to decrypting Pandem’s riddles.” Franme turned and pulled a large text written in ancient script across the table and began to flip through its pages. “We just need to search through them and try to find any mention of the key words.”

“Like a mother crying into a river or a sea of sand?” Passiona mused, “That’s as good a place to start as any other we have right now.”

 

Dragons in the Deep: Novel Announcement

Last month, before the craziness of NaNoWriMo descended once again, I finally completed 2014’s NaNo-novel. The fourth in the Stone Dragon SagaDragons in the Deep is currently with my proof and beta readers before the next round of editing begins. In the meantime, I wanted to share a little excerpt from the book with you. (if you would like to see the other books in the series, my author page can be found here and the first book in the series, Dragon on My Neck, is available here)

Let me catch you up: It has been a while since the end of Dragon on the Green. Passiona has folded herself into society life, Anna and Jane have graduate college and become ‘real adults’, Al and his siblings have continued to live with their humans, and a new discovery has shaken up their existence. There is a ship, a pirate ship, that sank in warm Caribbean waters 400 years ago. This pirate ship, mentioned in a king’s holdings and suspiciously otherwise invisible, just may hold the key to finding Al’s parents, and ending Passiona’s bid on domination. There are new characters, new settings, and a different style of writing in this book that I hope you will enjoy…and that will seamlessly flow with the previous 3.

Without further ado…I give you Dragons in the Deep: an excerpt – 

“This can’t be real,” Zachary whistled in appreciation, “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“I don’t think anyone has,” Garron breathed the words out almost reverently, staring in amazement at the scene spread before him on the screen and itching to suit up and dive down to the real thing.

“She looks like she could be on the water, instead of under it,” Lance leaned around Garron’s seated figure to get a better look, “Oh boy, what is that girl doing?”

“Nickel,” Garron hit the call button and startled her out of a staring match with a clown fish, “Have you found something of interest?”

“Well I don’t know,” Nickel admitted, turning back to her perusal of the railings. “I haven’t ever seen ship railings covered in designs like this. I think they’re ancient runes and possibly base Latin words but I’ll have to scan these pictures in to be able to translate anything.”

“I’ve seen a few ships with decorative railings,” Flynn drawled, swimming up beside his partner, “But never ones with decoration on every railing and doorway. Even that mast has some marking at its base.”

“What really gets to me,” Nickel added, “Is that we can make out words. After all of this time under the water the marking should be worn down to an almost indistinguishable smoothness. Instead, the relief is as deep and well defined as if it were carved yesterday.”

“Look at this figure head,” Flynn whistled between his teeth, reaching out a tentative hand to feel the woodworked body. “Normally you find women at the head of a ship, but this…this is something amazing. Almost like a Viking ship, but with a Latin flair. Nickel, take a picture!”

“Hurry up you two,” Lance piped in over their earphones, “You’ve been down there almost an hour and that’s plenty for a first dive!”

“Nickel, snap the picture and come on back,” Garron added, “And bring my bone headed brother with you please! He’s starting to wander off again.”

“Aye aye Captain,” Nickel laughingly agreed, quickly swimming out to take a picture of the astounding figure head before catching Flynn, who was busy attempting to open an apparently locked door to a deck cabin. “You heard the men Flynn,” she giggled at her own rhyme, “Time to go on up to our ship man. We’ll come back down soon.”

“Yes we will,” Flynn agreed, noting the low oxygen in their tanks, “We will be back with tools and time.” This promise was more to the ship than to themselves and, as the duo slowly rose to the surface, the ship seemed to watch them and in watching them, the ship knew that it was time too for long kept secrets to be revealed.

excerpt: Chapter 9, Dragons in the Deep by Elizabeth S. Tyree, copyright 2015

Plot Twists

Here’s one for you…I was working on Book 4 (Dragons in the Deep) and discovered a little inconsistency with two of my characters. You see, they showed up in a pivotal moment of the story and we were bopping right along when I though, well these two are either amazingly adept or not who they seem because they appeared on a ship in the middle of the ocean. Things just might not be right here…I polled my friends as a formality but I knew where we were headed. The next question is…do sea sickness medications work the same on fairies as they do on humans? Their DNA sequences must be fundamentally different, right?

Here I am babbling it all out again, but that’s what I love. The chase, the babbling, the researching and wondering and frustrating blockage that gives way to the AHA moment.  After all, I think I know what happened. But I might not…I enjoy the uncertainty and jolt of recognition that mind tumbling research and sudden realization create. And, as one friend put it, when I ask them for opinions it becomes similar to those ‘choose your own ending’ books we used to devour as kids, waiting in the book department for our parents to finish shopping. We loved those books!

The First Mythical, Magical, Inter-Species Taco Stand

Today, much like every other day for the next 2 weeks, my classes are concentrating on refreshing their minds, spirits, and creative fingertips on narratives. For those few hundred readers out there that are NOT 5th or 8th grade writing teachers in the state of Oklahoma, let me fill you in really quickly…state tests for writing are beginning on february 24th, the prompts include reading passages (2 passages and a prompt usually), and they state just announced that the prompt will definitely be some sort of narrative piece. (PHEW!)

Since every passage based narrative prompt I find is some sort of Folk Tale (Of which there are 7! sub-genres) we have been happily diving back into that unit. While discussing pre-writing today, Mrs. L’s home base and I connected my ‘brain blurb’ of 5 random characters/items in order to create a truly epic brainstorming….I give to you, (ON MY BRAND NEW WHITE BOARD) The pre write for my children’s picture book (Oh yeah, hey mom if you’re reading this..I need to discuss something art related with you…):

THE FIRST MYTHICAL, MAGICAL, INTER-SPECIES TACO STAND!

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I LOVE THIS IDEA! I can’t wait to get started…my other 2 novels may just have to take a back seat for a hot beefy minute!

Though you can’t see it clearly, what happened was that my five ‘fairy tale’ words were “Dragons, Fairies, Unicorns, Humans, and Tacos” since 4/5 of that list love to eat Tacos…well, you see where this is headed right?

Just a ‘little’ teaser

This is an excerpt from the recently written new chapters of The Stone Dragon Saga Book 4: Dragons in the Deep. In this section we are dealing with a problem of significant proportions…Anna’s new and unwanted (yet BEAUTIFUL) butterfly like wings. This section sets us up for at least two interesting adjustments (alterations really) in the story, and one amazing, astonishing, REALLY BIG secret to be revealed…

“Fascinating…” Z circled the box, staring through lime green edged, thick goggles. “Some type of phosphorescent maybe? There are some types of se life that grow in deep waters even though light doesn’t reach to their depths. Maybe…”

Her mumbling railed off as she continued to round the glowing box, clipboard and 3 pens gripped tightly as notes and measurements were swiftly and meticulously taken.

Seizing the opportunity found in Zoey and company’s excellent distraction, Jane grabbed King Ferdinand’s arm and dragged him out into the empty walkway.

“We have a problem!”

“I know,” Ferdinand interrupted distractedly, “There’s no way Jemas and Bernard are in that little box. So what’s in there? They have an orange tinged glow, according to the information we’ve gathered, so what is THIS?! Could it be a trap?”

“Ferdinand!” Jane’s sharp reprimand brought the Fairy King’s attention back to focus. “That is NOT our biggest problem right now!”

“Anna still won’t come out huh?” Ferdinand patted her arm in the typical, ‘oh poor child thinks she has a big problem’ manner that adults seem to naturally inherit as they grow older (and he had had a LOT of years to practice!)

“Nope,” Jane smiled sarcastically, “But that’s probably because she HAS WINGS!”

“Huh,” Ferdinand held up a finger and dazedly shuffled back into Zoey’ research cabin. “Sorry to interrupt everyone, but Joseph is needed for a conference with our bosses. Thank you.”

“Our boss—umph!” Ferdinand yanked Jo out of the cabin and down the walkway, one hand under the artist’s elbow as they marched past Jane and led the way until their small group had made it back to the relative ‘safety’ of their own ship; Joseph grumbling and questioning the entire way.

“Now Janie,” Ferdinand spoke very slowly, enunciating every word. “Tell us again.”

“AGAIN?” Joseph sputtered, “You never told me the first time! What…”

“Hush.”

“Ok,” Joseph quieted sullenly and sat down, finally taking the hint.

:Now then Jane,” Ferdinand raised perfectly arched eyebrows at the girl. “You may proceed.”

“Ok, woo,’ Jane took a deep breath and released it quickly, “Franme’s light show gave Anna big beautiful butterfly wings.”

“Oh,” Joseph rubbed at his ears. “You may have to tell me again, there’s a sudden buzzing in my brain.”

“I know the feeling,” Jane agreed sadly, “And I have no clue how to fix it.”

“Excuse me,” Flynn’s voice cut through the fog of magical tension like a whip, startling and scaring all involved.

“Flynn,” Joseph stumbled over his words as he tried (and failed) to stand quickly, “What, uh, what can we do for ya today Captain?”

“WE just came to make sure everything was ok,” Garron answered slowly, ducking out from behind his twin. “When we saw you racing across the decks, we got a mite bit worried.”

“We’re fine,” Jane tried to lie, Ferdinand and Jo nodding like bobble heads beside her.

“Ok then,” Flynn smiled calmly, “So tell us about Anna’s wings.”

“Oh.”

A beautiful set of wings any half-fairy lady could be agitated by!

Tyree Tomes Friday

I want to take this opportunity to remind you that our Spiritual book department (headed by Dr. Wilson Jay Tyree) is giving away e-reader copies regularly. In fact, the true purpose of his books being on Kindle is to give them away and so far Dr. Tyree has managed to pass out 850 digital copies of these books for this fiscal year. Our goal is 2,000 copies this year, so here’s where you come in! You can visit Dr. Tyree’s available book selection at amazon.com/author/wilsontyree and keep up with his free give aways by ‘liking’ our Tyree Tomes page on Facebook. One more thing, if you are a reader in Italy please download something of his! He keeps moaning and groaning that he hasn’t broken in to the market their yet. Thank you!

 

I should also mention here that I am still out there, plugging away at novel #4 and waiting on some new reviews to come in for the other 3 in that series. If you haven’t gotten the books or need to remind yourself of them, my author page is found at amazon.com/author/elizabethtyree and will link you to my four available books. I am, as I said, still awaiting the reviews or blog comments to hear what my new readers think of characters and plotlines, so I can’t tell you much about my popularity right now (hint hint *wink*). As with my father, information on my own giveaways and contests can also be found via Tyree Tomes.

Thank you for all of your support and the time it takes you to read our work. I hope that we continue to earn your readership and loyalty, and that many blessings follow you today.

Tyree Tomes Friday

WooHoo! Dr. Wilson Jay Tyree’s book o’ the week, Ministerial Musings, has surpassed the 200+ mark in this week’s giveaway! If you have not downloaded your free copy yet, please hurry. The giveaway ends at midnight tonight. Never fear though my friends, his new children’s book, Monsoon McKreel and the Rose, will be available for free download beginning Monday, May 19th!

Also beginning on Monday, May 19th, will be a three day give away for the third book in my Stone Dragon Saga, Dragon on the Green.

We are both constantly working on new articles, short stories, and books so don’t forget to follow us on Facebook at Tyree Tomes for updates, debates, and big news from the Tyree family authors. We’re ten ‘likes’ away from someone winning a free hardback, personalized copy of one of our books. Hurry over so you can be in the running. And please don’t forget to tell us what you think about our books. Good or bad, all comments are appreciated….otherwise we can’t fix whatever isn’t working for you!

Have a Blessed Weekend!

Saturday Updates and Excerpts

 

Between articles, blogs, and Camp I’ve written around 6,000 words this week. Though not nearly as much as I was hoping for, I think that’s pretty respectable. However, for as much time as I spend writing, I need to amp it up a lot more and stop trolling Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest when I should be boosting my count (Seriously though, I find cool stuff so you should probably follow me on all 3! 😀 )

Though I didn’t quite get caught up on my Camp project, I did manage to bring down my minimum daily word count from 1700 to 1400. I may be able to handle that…Wait, I CAN HANDLE THAT! Now that I’ve brought you up to speed on my woeful inability to complete all of this week’s goals *sigh…bigsigh* I will leave you with something that makes me proud of what little I did accomplish last week…an excerpt from Dragons in the Deep.

Chapter 28:

“Excuse me sir,” Julie mumbled, shuffling across the cabin’s floor to whisper into Flynn’s general direction, “I have a message from Mr. Janxson for Mr. Ferdinand.”

“So give it to him,” Flynn shrugged and jerked his head toward the computer station, where Anna, Jane, and Ferdinand were gathered around Nickel as she showed off her hard work.

“I-I don’t feel comfortable with telling him this,” She whispered even more quietly, “Maybe you should do it.”

“What?” Flynn looked up from his own stack of papers and filed with a look of bewildered frustration etched across his features. “What are you talking about? Old Man Janxson probably just wants to make sure we’re being nice to his friends and thinks I’ll lie to him.”

“No sir, Mr. Janxson had me write down a very specific message about Mr. Ferdinand’s wife,” Julie was almost not making any noise at this point, so worried and embarrassed by the message that she seemed about to pass out from the anxiety of it all. “I just don’t feel right giving it to him though.”

“Julie,” Flynn spoke calmly and clearly, sometimes Julie’s anxieties made her a little stubborn and hard of hearing, “If Mr. Janxson wanted Ferdinand to get the message, it must be very important, right?” she nodded so he continued, “And Mr. Janxson entrusted this message to your care, right?”

“Only because no one else answered the line, sir.”

“But if he didn’t think you could handle, he wouldn’t have given you the task, would he?”
“I guess not.” Her voice wavered but she straightened her back with determination, “I’ll go give it to him right now.” She stopped mid turn to add, “But don’t expect me to wait on him to read it!”

Shaking his head at her obvious issues, but allowing curiosity to get the better of him, Flynn watched the ship’s steward scurry across the room, tap Ferdinand on the shoulder, hand him a piece of paper, and without saying a word, turn tail and race back out of the cabin.

“I wonder what that was all about,” Jane turned inquisitive eyes to the folded sheet in the Fairy King’s hands.

To Be Continued…

 

Rankings

I just found out that on January 19, 2014 I (or more accurately, my novel series) was ranked as #1,818th in the Fantasy genre on Amazon. With hundreds of thousands of books to contend with, my little upstart seems to be holding on! 

If you haven’t checked out my work yet, the first three books in the series are available through create space/amazon in paperback form and as e-books through Kindle. Search for The Stone Dragon Saga by Elizabeth S Tyree (Dragon on My Neck is book 1) OR find my author’s page at amazon.com/author/elizabethtyree 

The Moss Rose

“You must be a wise woman,” the soft voice snuck around tree trunks, each letter of each word slithering and twining to come together like so many tendrils of fog rising from the forested floor. “Where I come from, only the best are gifted with marks such as yours.”

“Who’s there?” Chandra hugged herself against the sudden cool breeze, subconsciously covering her shy owl tattoo in the process. “What do you want?”

She slowly turned circles in the small clearing, watching the mist roll over the lush, green grass at her feet. “I’m just out hiking today. All I have is some bottled water, but I will gladly share it if you come out and show yourself!”

“No one ever offers us drinks,” another voice tittered from the other side of the clearing, “We usually do the sharing.”

“A wise woman indeed,” the first voice responded, “Let us leave the hiker to her trail. Good travels friend.” The voices, now tinkling with laughter akin to the sound of silver bells, faded away into the filtered murk of the trees and took the mist with them, leaving Chandra alone once more.

Directly to her left was a clearly defined pathway that she would later swear had not been there when she entered the clearing. In the center of the path’s head was a ring of bright flowers, and in the center of the ring was one of her water bottles, now empty but for a small seed.

Confused, frightened, and ready to leave the woods, Chandra snatched up the bottle and hurried along on her hike.

Later, as she unloaded her pack, the bewildered woman found a fresh, fluffy, flowered headdress and note with two simple words scrawled in an elegant script, thank you. Shaken to the core and oddly touched by the tokens, Chandra carefully planted the lone seed and cared for it daily. Soon there was a shoot, the sprout, and then a bloom. The plant thickened, the blooms spread, and within a few short weeks the small seed became a waterfall of green, bursting with a riotous display of swirling colors on the moss rose petals.

Each morning, year round, Chandra would awaken to the smell and sight of new blooms on her rose, all the old blooms having been pruned as if by magic. Each night she would fall asleep to the sounds of laughter and music drifting through the house as if on a gentle breeze. And though she would never tell her gardening secrets or confess the truths behind her actions, Chandra left a small tea set and a full bottle of water beside the plant at all times.

May Your Blessings Outnumber

The Shamrocks the Grow,

and May Trouble Avoid You

Wherever You Go!

~An Irish Blessing

Have a Blessed and Safe St. Patrick’s Day!