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A Snippet From Our WIP, Faerie Rising

After a long absence, we’re back!  Now, without further ado, here’s a snippet from Faerie Rising

Guitar music filtered through the foot traffic, and Etienne looked around, finally finding a young man with an instrument that saw more love and attention than his clothing, sitting on the sidewalk between two storefront windows.  His head was lowered over his guitar, eyes closed and long brown curls hiding much of his face as he gave himself over to his music.  Etienne tapped Kian on the elbow to keep him from wandering on ahead without him and made his way toward the street musician, feeling the music pulling at him like a gentle hand.  It was beautiful, even more beautiful than the music played in his mother’s court.  The boy was better than Kian, who Etienne loved to listen to play.
His music reminded him – Etienne stopped short, eyes wide – reminded him of his father.  Chretien de Aquitaine had been a magnificent musician.  His music and his beauty had drawn Etienne’s mother’s attention, much to the troubadour’s misfortune.
The street musician’s hands stilled on his strings, stroked the wood of the guitar, and finally looked up at Etienne through his long curls.  A small smile brushed over his lips.
Etienne was frozen, still struck by his memories.  “Who…?”
The young man shook his head.  “The question you need to ask is ‘Where?’”
Etienne’s brows drew in.
The street musician stretched his thin arm and pointed down the block, deeper into the Historical District.  “What you want is that way.  Across the street and next door to the cupcake place.  Olde Curiosity’s Gift Shoppe.”
Etienne craned his neck to look down the sidewalk, and then snapped back to look down at the boy.  “Did you say ‘Curiosity’s’?”  Arthur’s wife had been named Curiosity!  He remembered!
The boy’s gentle smile widened, and he nodded once.  “Now you understand me.”
Etienne dug into his jeans pocket and dropped the last of his change into the boy’s guitar case.  He turned, eager to pursue this new lead, and then turned back to thank him.  But what came out of his mouth was, “Who are you?”
The boy swung his long hair back behind his shoulder, revealing more of his face.  Pretty, but well within human normal.  “I’m just Stephen.  Welcome to Seahaven.”
Etienne looked more closely at Stephen, and he was indeed as he appeared.  Simply human.  Clearing his throat to cover his confusion he said, “Well, thank you, Stephen.”
The boy smiled and inclined his head with grace.  “Anytime.”  He then set to playing again.

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The Denizens of The Books of Binding (Part 4) The Fae

“Winter turned to face him.  ‘That’s the largest rift I’ve ever seen.’”

“Etienne shook his head.  ‘They’ve gotten smaller with the Age of Iron, but there was once a time when Faerie and the Mortal Realm actually overlapped in places.  This is nothing, just a rift filling a doorway.  The first one I passed through when I was very young filled a valley; I came to the Mortal Realm by accident in my wandering.’  He shrugged.  ‘Decided to stay a while.’”

~ Faerie Rising

“Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
‘Relax’ said the night man,
‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave!’”

~ The Eagles “Hotel California”

Once upon a time…

There was once a time when a knight hunting in the forest might catch sight of a pure white stag and give chase, responding to the challenge and call to adventure that, at some point during his wild ride, pulled him far from the mortal lands of his birth and into a realm ruled by magic, wonder, and terror.  There he might face dangers untold, his life and freedom hanging in the balance, and while there he might fall in love with a lady of this land and make her his own.  Should the knight survive his trials, he may choose to return to his own place with his lady at his side, or stay to live eternally young within the bounds of his new home – but no matter the challenges he faces or the choices he makes, he will be forever changed by his encounter with the Realm of Faerie.

While the fae exist in one form or another cross culturally around the globe, in our series, The Books of Binding, the majority tend to come from the Western European traditions.  Within the Faerie Realm there exist uncounted smaller realms, each ruled over by kings or queens who possess enough sheer magical power to forge their realms from the raw gray mist of infinite potential with their force of will alone.  Time flows at different rates from realm to realm.  Some realms exist in eternal summer.  Some in eternal night.  Some are covered in lush forests, and some are chains of islands on vast seas.  Borders fluctuate, and it is easy to accidentally wander from one realm to another – and then be unable to find the way home.

The realms, and the courts that rule them, are divided into two major factions.  The Seelie, the Shining Ones, claim to be the side of the light, while the Unseelie are the Darkling Throng, the courts of nightmares.  Some races of fae naturally align to one side or another – the bloodthirsty redcaps and jacks-in-irons swell the armies of the Unseelie, and hardworking brownies find places among the courts of the Seelie.  Other races cross the boundary, finding a place as personal inclination guides them.  The most notable of these races are the great sidhe, sometimes called the Tuatha de Danann.  They rule over all the other races… more or less.  The sidhe consider themselves to be superior to all other fae, and in many ways they are.  They are mighty warriors and powerful magicians, and the majority of those who have created realms and rule courts are counted among their number.  They forge legendary weapons out of sidhe steel, weapons which have armed heroes since time immemorial.  The musical skill of their great artists has no equal in any realm.  The sidhe are also tall, slender, and very graceful; considered, at least by mortals, to be the most beautiful of all the fae.  They have stolen many a mortal heart, and lured thousands away from their hearths and families.

Existing in hundreds of forms across diverse cultures around the world, faeries – or nan a push, or nymphs, or Aziza, or whichever of the many names they are known by – have become as elusive as they are endemic.  As the Industrial Revolution (or as the fae call it the Age of Iron) swept the Mortal Realm, bringing with it steel skyscrapers and railroads, the fae withdrew further and further away from mortal contact, further away from the poison of Cold Iron.  As time passed the Mortal Realm and Faerie drew further apart until it was no longer possible to accidentally cross from one to the other.

But Gateways still exist, hidden and well-guarded, and rifts still open from time to time…

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