P is for Phaedra

I lived with my lover, Pausania, almost losing myself in her. I need to find myself. Perhaps I will at A Symposium in Space which Agathea, the most powerful citizen in the Intergalactic Democracy has invited us to. Some of the finest minds in Democracy have been invited, not all of which are in Agathea’s thrall. Pausania insists it’s a trap. I don’t know what’s between Agathea and Pausania, why she’s determined not to go. Sometimes I feel like she wants to keep me locked in a gilded cage on a planet where she can have me all to herself. Why can’t she understand? I need to roam the stars, allow my body and spirit to take flight. I need to find myself in order to love myself. I don’t think I can love anyone else until I do. Come with me on my journey, visit our Symposium, and see what lies in wait for us.

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O is for Opal

Someone has got to keep their feet on the ground in this family. That someone is me. No way can I trust any of my brothers to do it. The five of them are quivering in their boots after all that’s happened. Aye, just five of them, not six. I’m the oldest because Quartz is a pebble-brained fool who followed a kobold, made a deal with a dragon, and let trouble into the home. Not that I blame our Fairest, the human girl who came to live with us. I can’t help thinking life would have been simpler if Quartz hadn’t taken her in.

Right. Aye, I did the same. I opened the door to that witch Oriana, because I pitied the princess with her. I got to be careful about that. I know nothing Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins, save the cuckoo clock is always watching and I’ve got a brother in a crystal coffin where a human maiden slept off a cursed sleep.

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N is for Nathalie

Wind Me Up, One More Time, for I need the laughter, the creative energy. I fear the gears of industry may have caught my beloved Maia within their relentless grind. She is no Iama the Terrible, for all she jokes about being that evil enchantress, turning her victims into gold. I fear what she may become in her attempts to provide for my sister, Grace, and me. I fear I’m not half the mother Grace needs, but what choice do I have? Mama Morisot and Mama Bebe left us. Why does it fall to me to be responsible when our mothers leave us behind? I can’t leave Grace behind the way they left us. I just can’t. I have to make my sister laugh. I have to keep her spirits up along with my own. Grace has her Theodora Bear. I have my stories. We both have our mother’s stories where we can be princesses, a stuffed animal will always save us, and an evil enchantress’s heart can return to her. If only life could be like those stories or can it? Follow the links and find out…

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M is for Map

Once Upon a Time, I was the thunder. Once Upon a Time, I served Seraphix as a monster. Somehow I allowed the thunder, the monster, and Once Upon a Time to get away from me. Careless. Now I protect The Hand and the Eye of the Tower even though I’ve destroyed many towers. I don’t give A Godling for Your Thoughts? My Tool, My Treasure was none of these things. I’ve sliced through a Web of Inspiration to free the victims dreaming within. It’s all been a bloody nuisance. The woman I love keeps wandering off, compelled to open Doors while the sons she left me willingly offer themselves to the shadows. My Cusps Overfloweth with too much pain, too much loss. I’m not about to lose anything else, including more of myself.

L is for Leiwell

I live for others. I exist for the ones I love. My master breathed life into me, fed me another’s to make me real. Other lives born, shaped by the beloved of the man I took became my little brothers. I’ve tried so hard to protect Danyel and Tayel from becoming The Hand and the Eye of the Tower, but I’ve always been one to give A Godling for Your Thoughts? I’ve been called My Tool, My Treasure, caught in a Web of Inspiration not my own. My Cusps Overfloweth as everyone else pours their passion into my stolen existence. I cannot give up this precious gift of life, of identity; even if it was stolen. I try to give it back, even as I struggle with own identity and the one I absorbed, constantly threatening to eclipse me as I eclipsed him. Perhaps it’s Damian Ashelocke’s right to do, but I cannot let go of who and what I am. I just can’t.

K is for Kyra

I am Serpent-Born, marked by my golden hair and eyes as a trouble maker, a vessel for evil from birth. I have been hunted, enslaved, and manipulated for what lies within me, even as everyone shivers at my potential power. Forced to make A Suitor’s Choice to save a beloved friend who’s become a possessed prince, I must battle for his hand in marriage in the magical arena to even speak to him. Something happened in that battle, that struggle to save Stephen Jasior, something which changed both of us. I find myself awakening centuries later as a tiny dragon in keeping of the Serpent’s Son in his tower, trying to help his lost charge through Trouble at Caerac Keep. Too much of myself was lost, even though I recall gods being born in innocent hunger to become terrible monsters. I’ve lost friends to the ravages and mysteries of time; my mentor, Questioning as well as Stephen. I’m part of something far greater than myself, perhaps even greater the Serpent Herself. I fear what that may be.

J is for Juno

Oh, my dears, the print is rather small in this Cauldron, isn’t it? My husband will be cross, too, at my being chosen to be here instead of him, tee hee! He really shouldn’t expect everyone to worship him any more, but he was a god, master of the lightning and the thunder, as he’ll tell you if he gives a chance, never stopping for breath, poor lamb. I might not have as been as mighty, but I was refined, stable, bringing the bond of marriage into chaotic lives. My many eyes looked back at you from the feathers of a peacock, my cunning cut through strength, and my jealousy was a bit of legend. Oh, my, that was a while ago, wasn’t it? Listen to me talk like my former self! It’s no good to dwell on the past as my husband does, expecting everything to go your way. There are ways to ensure things go my way, if I do say so. I’ve had to keep up a level of cunning with my husband to look to after, to see that he doesn’t stray. He can be such a naughty thing. I’ve had to be somewhat severe with his, shall we say distractions? I suppose I can be a naughty thing as well. This is why Jupitre and I suit each other, even if we have our differences. It is just the two of us and Hebe now, or are there other children? Oh, dear, I hope I won’t have to start Stealing Myself From Shadows like poor Christopher does, just to remember who I am! Jupitre and I did adopt Melyssa and Thomas as our own, even we ended up giving A Godling for Your Thoughts? What a silly question! Where did that come from? I do think of Duessa Ashelocke as my own. You might even say she’s My Tool, My Treasure; even if she’s found her own path to Power in a Web of Inspiration. Oh, if only I’d inspired a bit more ambition in her! Duessa’s gardens might have choked every tower, not just her husband’s. Husbands, I do keep coming back to them, don’t I? So much time wasted upon them, so much invested within them, truly, My Cusps Overfloweth with the regrets which haunt me as well as the sorrows. You’d just never know from the way I go on, would you, dear?