S is for Seraphix

Long ago, We were conceived of as a god half-elves worshipped, striving to rise against human and elf alienating them from their worlds. We were placated with sacrifices and pain. We had a gentler aspect, a presence as a dualistic deity in a fantasy setting, even if that deity may not have been real. We became the God of Balance in The Keep, a real deity, even if We were in truth a demon. We were still capable of dragging angels from Heaven to Hell. We remain a God of Balance to some in Tales of the Navel, even though We’re reinvisioned as a fledgling deity whom is shaped by Our worshippers desires in A Godling for Your Thoughts? May this novel and many other Tales of the Navel reach you, as you watch for what may bubble up in Cauldron or show up in publication.

R is for Rhane

Amberwyne was created for me, but I was created for Amberwyne, when we both became part of The Keep; vampire fang and leanhaun dream making two of one soul. She became my doll, my character whom I lose myself within in The Players Are the Thing. Ironically, she’s the one who helps me to find myself again, as I devote myself to a roleplaying game, run by one I’m drawing away from, for her dice are truly cursed by the villain she created. Whatever do I mean? Hopefully, our scribbler will show you, when she finishes The Players Are the Thing.

Q is for Questioning

Once I was called Magdalene. Once I was many things, convinced I was a woman of conviction, before my students were taken from me. Seeing what Stephen has become, Kyra undertaking A Suitor’s Challenge for his sake, I’m no longer sure what I believe. All certainty has become questions, hence I became Questioning. I’m no longer sure who or what I am. My questioning threatens to distabalize Ouroborous, changing it into something entirely different. Perhaps Ouroborous will evolve into something beyond the Serpent’s coils? Not even She can see. All I know is that I wish to protect the children who grew up to pawns in a game of love, magic, and power. If Dragon or Serpent must be slain to save them, I shall become a unicorn, goring both with my horn, and trampling them under my hooves.

P is for Peter

I had such a dramatic part, cut short, in the original draft of Stealing Myself From Shadows, a part which never paid off.

Of course I was revised. I appeared prominently in other Tales of the Navel, like Unwilling to Be Yours, and Be My Valentine…Snack. You can catch a whiff of my disastrous love affairs, and equally fatal romantic intentions from these titles, can’t you? Don’t leave me like this, Christopher. Don’t spend all your attention upon your Perfect Prick Damian Ashelocke. My love scares you, but it’s no less than his. If anything, it’s greater. The scribbler has plans, potentially pivotal plans for me, who’ve been neglected for too long. Just wait and see, my sweet, just what I can become.

O is for Oleander

I am the poisonous flower that blooms within Thomas’s foul heart, growing within Seraphix’s radiance. I am the wish he cannot suppress, no matter how much he pushes me away, striking out at the small, the furry, the beautiful, or the unexplicable. A Godling for Your Thoughts? I am the godling Thomas dreams of, his link to Seraphix, no matter how much he might deny me. Let him cringe in fear. I am coming. Look for me in Tales of the Navel, which bubble up in inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com, leading to novels, if the scribbler gets her stories together. Urge her to do so, if you are interested.

N is for Nevalyn

I am the serpent that devours the world. I become the world, yet I still hunger for my earthy flesh. I am a woman who dared to devour the serpent and befriend monsters. I tear down corrupt civilizations ruled by corrupt monarchs daring to call themselves good and me evil. I am the voice that whispers to all of my children, the voice they cannot resist. I am more than A Suitor’s Challenge or Trouble at Caerac Keep. I am the beating heart of Ouroborous; eternal and insatiable. I am Nevalyn. Seek me out and face me, if you dare.

M is for Melyssa

I was a repressed sister of an obsolete order, worshipping a God of Balance. I was a seductive enchantress, drinking deep of my lovers’s creative energy.

Aspects of me remain of those previous incarnations, but I am neither. I became the daughter of Duessa Ashelocke, a deviant arachnocrat, whose passions had no place in my mother’s Gardens. I hungered for more than its blossoms. My hunger led me to Seraphix.

What do I mean? See what tales bubble up at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com and find out.