J is for Jupitre

What are you looking at? Whatever. I know I’m not much to look at. What did you think I was, the most powerful of all the gods and father of many heroes? Do you think I’d be stuck in this stupid village, if I was? Yes, I’m stuck here, with nothing, but a fat son, a stupid daughter, and an even stupider wife. Yes, she’s the idiot, who was chattering on at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com. I doubt if any of these children are truly mine. I doubt if this life is even mine. I know I was destined for grander things. I’ve finally got a talisman, a key, a seraphix, which will lead me to even greater things. What is a seraphix? Well, for me, she’s a rather comely wench, who brightens my existence in this miserable village. She’s also nothing more than a tarnished bit of copper, hanging around my neck. She speaks to me, though, promising to make me something greater than myself. All I have to do is believe in her. Believe in Seraphix. It’s a hard thing, believing in anyone or anybody these days. There was a time, when mortals not only believed in me, they worshipped me. Worship can make a creature something much greater than his own cursed thoughts do. If worshipping Seraphix is a way out of this pitiful existence, I’ll swallow my pride and worship another, even if it galls me. 

Snippet from 'A Symposium in Space'

I'm not sure what's going on with my blog, but I'm going to try again! This is my contribution to #RainbowSnippets. Please check out some of the other awesome snippets of GLBT fiction at #RainbowSnippets!

A little late, here's my own contribution. Six more sentences of 'A Symposium in Space', right where I left off on Saturday, March 26th.

I didn’t think the pirate queen, Alkibiadea would blow us to bits. She wanted Sokrat alive. “Why is Alkibiadea firing upon us? I thought she loved you!”

“Obsession can be a form of madness, can’t it?” Sokrat mused, as she looked over her shoulder at one of the side screens. It displayed an image of Alkibiadea’s massive ship. The Sokratea was a red, flying fortress.

Another 'Fairest' Snippet

Here's another snippet from 'Fairest'.

My mother told me she nearly swooned with terror at the look of sheer malevolence the witch gave to the sunbeams, playing about my cradle. She wanted to stop the witch from speaking, as did my father. No one could move, no matter how much they wished to. Everyone stood, still and motionless, spellbound by the witch’s gaze.

“Before the sun sets on the eve of her sixteenth year, the princess shall  prick her finger on a spindle. With the first drop of her blood, a sleep will fall upon her, claiming her for a hundred years.”

I is for Iama

I am Iama the Terrible! Fear me, for my touch may turn you to gold! Such nonsense. To think I actually once said such things about myself. To think Grace actually believed me! There’s a lot more to my personality than that, as you will find, if you read ‘Wind Me Up, One More Time’. Am I truly such a lost, lonely little girl at heart? Can you truly repair me, simply by fixing an old clockwork toy I’d long forgotten? My dark tower is nothing more than a high rise, occupied by ambitious people, who’ve set aside their dreams in order to move forward, such as I’ve done. A broken heart is simply one more obstacle, which I’ll transform into gold, setting upon my shelf, along with the other rewards I’ve won. That is, if my author ever finishes my story and submits it to Prizm. ‘Wind Me Up, One More Time’ keeps taking a backseat to other Prizm submission. It’s time for me to do something to attract our author’s attention, so she can continue our journey and finish it. It’s been a long journey, since she originally wrote this story, when she was eleven years old. It’s been transformed into an attempt at steampunk, whatever that’s supposed to mean. It’s the world which I live in, beyond which, nothing matters. It’s the world she lives in, too. Why am I thinking of her, at a time like this? Surely, I should have outgrown Nathalie, along with other childish things. Yet, I keep Grace around, who constantly reminds me of Nathalie. My author definitely needs to spend some time with me, so I can move past all this…past. Yes, one needs to keep moving forward, not looking back. Why does it feel like the key to moving forward is somehow buried in the past? Not that I want to look back. I may not be happy, but I have been successful. It’s more than most people hope for. Why do I keep wanting more? 

Another Snippet from 'A Symposium in Space'

Here's another UNEDITED snippet of 'A Symposium in Space', as I said I'd do my best to post. I'm doing this in the early hours of the morning, PST, because I'm going to be really busy later on. :) Be sure to catch the other #RainbowSnippets. 'A Symposium in Space' will be released in Torquere's 'Theory of Love' anthology on May 18, 2016.

I didn’t think the pirate queen, Alkibiadea would blow us to bits. She wanted Sokrat alive. “Why is Alkibiadea firing upon us? I thought she loved you!”

“Obsession can be a form of madness, can’t it?” Sokrat mused, as she looked over her shoulder at one of the side screens. It displayed an image of Alkibiadea’s massive ship. 

I is for Iama

I am Iama the Terrible! Fear me, for my touch may turn you to gold! Such nonsense. To think I actually once said such things about myself. To think Grace actually believed me! There’s a lot more to my personality than that, as you will find, if you read ‘Wind Me Up, One More Time’. Am I truly such a lost, lonely little girl at heart? Can you truly repair me, simply by fixing an old clockwork toy I’d long forgotten? My dark tower is nothing more than a high rise, occupied by ambitious people, who’ve set aside their dreams in order to move forward, such as I’ve done. A broken heart is simply one more obstacle, which I’ll transform into gold, setting upon my shelf, along with the other rewards I’ve won. That is, if my author ever finishes my story and submits it. ‘Wind Me Up, One More Time’ keeps taking a backseat to other submissions. It’s time for me to do something to attract our author’s attention, so she can continue our journey and finish it. It’s been a long journey, since she originally wrote this story, when she was eleven years old. It’s been transformed into an attempt at steampunk, whatever that’s supposed to mean. It’s the world which I live in, beyond which, nothing matters. It’s the world she lives in, too. Why am I thinking of her, at a time like this? Surely, I should have outgrown Nathalie, along with other childish things. Yet, I keep Grace around, who constantly reminds me of Nathalie. My author definitely needs to spend some time with me, so I can move past all this…past. Yes, one needs to keep moving forward, not looking back. Why does it feel like the key to moving forward is somehow buried in the past? Not that I want to look back. I may not be happy, but I have been successful. It’s more than most people hope for. Why do I keep wanting more? 

H is for Harold

You should all know who I am. Isn’t it obvious from my splendid attire and all the jewels I’m wearing? Who else would be so magnificent, other than a Vinegarten? Yes, I’m Lord Harold Vinegarten himself! We own most of the land within the realm, not to mention everything worth having outside the realm. Our wines are served at every royal supper. What’s that? You want to know what I have to do with the family business? Are you suggesting I soil my fine hands like a servant? I simply oversee matters, putting in an appearance at parties, not to mention at court. In fact, I have the ear of the queen herself. You may be looking at the next king, if I win the hand of the princess herself. Oh, I know, there’s the little matter of that curse everyone is so frightened of! Half the time a curse is nothing more than a hoax, spread about to frighten the superstitious from thinking too carefully about things. Take the princess, who was supposedly cursed a hundred years ago. I’m willing to wager it was ambitious in-laws, who arranged an ‘accident’ for her, making the whole thing look like a curse. Now, ambition, there’s a danger I believe in. However, it’s the one true passion, which drives men to better themselves. Without ambition, the Vinegartens would be nothing. Oh, not that we’re not loyal, of course! You only have to look at my sweet cousin, Marian, to see how loyal we are to the crown and country! Ah, but don’t take my word for it! Please feel free to read our story for yourselves. It’s ‘Fairest’ by K.S. Trenten. Read about my family’s rise to power, err, I mean, our lovely princess and her fate, of course! Oh, and don’t miss ‘A Moment at Court’ by rhodrymavelyne at ‘Archive of Our Own’ and http://tumblr.com/blogspot/rhodrymavelyne. Yes, unlike many of the sorry characters narrating the A-Z Blogs, I actually have a published story with a date I can name. You won’t want to miss any party I’m going to be at, believe me!