Legends of Mynos

The Wolverine Knights Chronicles

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Monday, January 29, 2007

Arianna's Lament



No matter how much I wish it to be otherwise, Sir Geoffrey of Emberdale does not love me. He sees me as nothing more than a sister, protecting me from the threat of the Dark Knights and bringing me to Castle Templestone, my new home.

I'm alone in this world. My family was brutally killed and I don't even know why. Before I even knew what happened, I was swept into this adventure. I know Geoffrey will never return my affections, but I can still remember his heated kiss, given to me on the streets of Stollinshire.

I do not know why he did it, perhaps to hide his face as the Dark Knights rushed past the alley he'd dragged me into. But his mouth was warm on mine, kissing me into oblivion, demanding my participation with his tongue. You can imagine the shock I felt at the time! However, kissing him felt so right, so natural. I don't know how to explain it. It's as if I've known Sir Geoffrey for all my life, but I'd never met him before that fateful day in the village.

I thought, perhaps, he would come to care for me as I care for him. Many nights I dream about that kiss, and about what it would be like to spend the night in Geoffrey's arms. I'm trembling even now at the thought. But no matter how many smiles I send his way or how many times I touch him, whether on purpose or on accident, he seems unaffected.

Will I find a man to love me? I feel so cold. So alone. I don't want any other man. I want Sir Geoffrey of Emberdale. But he does not want me.



~~Arianna of Stollinshire

Monday, January 22, 2007

THE WOLVERINE AND THE ROSE Excerpt

I've decided to regail you with an excerpt today from my book THE WOLVERINE AND THE ROSE, coming February 13th, 2007 to Samhain Publishing. This excerpt might be different in the final, edited version. Enjoy!

~*~

Arianna had stripped her hands of the oppressive white gloves and pulled her hair down from the emerald pins. Geoffrey turned to look at her and audibly sucked in his breath. Her auburn hair fell around her shoulders in a mass of unruly curls. Picking up the brush from the small table, she attempted to brush them out.

"No!" Geoffrey suddenly yelped, surprising her. He appeared surprised himself. "Don’t. Leave it."

Setting the brush down, Arianna smiled at him. "All right."

Slowly, like a predator tracking its prey, Geoffrey crossed the room until he was in front of her. Without a word, he lifted a hand to her face and caressed her cheek. His hand made its way through her riotous curls.

"So soft," he whispered.

Arianna put her hand on his arm as much for support as anything else. Her heart raced. She didn't know what he intended to do, but it only excited her more.

As if unable to hold back any longer, Geoffrey lowered his head and kissed her bare shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. He kissed his way to her neck where he softly nuzzled her beating pulse, burning her skin with his tongue.

Arianna's body trembled and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand for too much longer. But Geoffrey didn't stop his assault on her senses. Butterflies flew wildly in her stomach when his mouth trailed underneath her jaw.

"Arianna," he whispered between kisses, his breath burning her skin. "Tell me to stop. Push me away." He kissed her cheek and gazed into her eyes. Leaning his forehead against hers, he said, "I can't stop."

"Then don't," she whispered. Framing his face in both of her hands, Arianna kissed his mouth with a slow determination. Geoffrey's arms enfolded her, warming her from the sudden chill she felt. She let out a small cry of surprise when he darted his tongue into her mouth, but it was exquisite in its silken softness. She tentatively answered him with her own.

Arianna slowly curled her arms around his neck, never wanting his kiss to end. The man was melting her in his very arms. His hand began weaving itself in her hair, as if to pull her closer.

At one point, he pulled away from her, staring into her eyes with a pleading look.

"Geoffrey?" she whispered, stroking his hair away from his face.

"Damn," he mumbled before lowering his head once again.

~*~

THE WOLVERINE AND THE ROSE, Coming February 13, 2007 to http://www.SamhainPublishing.com!

~~Becka

Monday, January 15, 2007

Interview with Mynos the Dragon



RG: Good evening, Mynos. Thank you for taking the time to sit down with us and chat.

M: Good eve, Daughter. It is my pleasure.

RG: Can you tell us a little about yourself?

M: What is it you’d like to know?

RG: Well, let’s start by asking how old are you?

M: **ponders** In my estimation, approximately four thousand years old.

RG: Wow, four thousand?

M: Indeed. However, I don’t look a day over two.

RG: **smiles** How’s that?

M: Ah that, Daughter, is something your readers must figure out on their own.

RG: Fair enough. I notice you are a gold dragon. Yet you are here with me in human form. How is that possible?

M: All dragons can shapeshift, Daughter. In fact, I can become any creature I can imagine. However, I have found that my true form and that of a human is all I have needed thus far. And yet, even my powerful magics cannot hide my true identity.

RG: Yes, I can see it from here. Your eyes aren’t normal . . . your pupils are slitted, not round. Like a cat’s eye.

M: Yes. And my golden hair shimmers in the light with all the colors of the rainbow, much like my scales when I’m in my true form.

RG: Let’s talk about Malnan for a moment. I know it’s a painful subject for you. Do you mind?

M: **sighs** Not at all, Daughter. I am not offended by questions of my mate. We must celebrate her life. She was a beautiful green dragon, the most stunning dragon I’d ever laid my eyes upon. I had my pick of any dragon maiden for my mate long ago, and I chose her, much to the shock of my brethren. Her magics weren’t too strong, and my peers believed I would have picked a mate with stronger abilities. But I wasn’t looking for power. I fell in love. Once we were bound as mates, not a single dragon mentioned it again. They respected my decision.

RG: Malnan was pregnant, was she not, when . . . ?

M: Yes.

RG: **clears throat** OK, well, let’s move on. Tell us about the kingdom of Lyndaria.

M: Lyndaria is a wondrous place. There are two large mountain ranges. One is the King’s Mountains to the west, and the Mountains of the Night, to the east.



RG: Named so after their pitch black soil, am I correct?

M: Yes. The sand of the mountains is black.



RG: Yet I’ve heard it said that those mountains were renamed the Dragon’s Death Mountains.

M: **raises brow** Indeed.

RG: **coughing uncomfortably** Yes, well, what can you tell us of Castle Templestone?



M: The castle is a fortress, built on the very top of sheer cliffs that rise up from the coast of the Silver Sea. It was built on the foundations of an old temple, built to honor me, about three thousand years ago. But the temple soon fell to ruin. It was King Timothy himself, the first true king of Lyndaria, the man who united the Four Realms, who decided to build his castle there, befriending me in the process. The first stone he laid as the cornerstone of his castle was a stone from the ruined temple. In fact, that stone resides now in the wall of the fortress’s chapel. That is how the castle obtained its name.

RG: What are the “Four Realms”, exactly?

M: The Four Realms of Lyndaria is simply north, south, east, and west. Each realm used to be ruled separately, by different rulers, however King Timothy, when he ascended the throne, actually had blood from all four realms flowing in his veins. The people wanted unity, and thus the rulers of these realms swore fealty to him, and Lyndaria became one united empire.

RG: Can you tell us about your Crystal?



M: It is a talisman that bonds itself to the person wielding it. It magnifies a person’s own magical ability and makes them hundreds of times stronger than they would be on their own.

RG: Wow, that sounds powerful.

M: It is indeed, Daughter. I created it as a tool, to teach people of magic and learn of the dragons.

RG: How did you create it?

M: I consecrated the body of my slain sister, Estriel.

RG: Consecrated?

M: Yes. I magically concentrated all of her magic and essence down into a gem, what happens when any dragon’s body is consecrated. Depending on the color of the dragon, that is the color of the gem their bodies create. Estriel was a beautiful silver dragon, and thus, she became my Crystal.

RG: So blue dragons would become sapphires and greens would become emeralds?

M: **nodding** Indeed, Daughter.

RG: What kind of gem would you make, Mynos?

M: **smiles wryly** I do not know. I am not yet dead.

RG: True enough. Can you tell us of the Isle of Dragons?



M: That is the birthplace of all dragonkind.

RG: And it is somewhere in the Silver Sea?

M: Yes.

RG: Can anyone go there?

M: Anyone can, however, only dragons can find it. The Isle is hidden from mortals by magic. They can only find it if they are accompanied by a dragon.

RG: So all your females go there to lay their eggs?

M: Yes. There were some dragons who questioned the old traditions of making the journey out there. But I do not personally know of any dragon who did not lay their eggs on the Isle.

RG: Is there a reason for it?

M: Dragonlore, nothing more, Daughter. We believe that the island is the birthplace to the Father of Dragons, the very first one of our kind to fly in the sky. So to hatch our young wyrmlings there is honoring him.

RG: **nods** That’s fascinating. Mynos, I’d like to thank you once again for talking with us, and letting us get to know you a little better. I’m looking forward to the release of the first novel in The Legends of Mynos on February 13th, and I know you are as well.

M: Yes, Daughter, very much so. And the prequel to the series is already available for download.

RG: To learn more about Mynos and the kingdom in which he lives, don’t miss The Legends of Mynos, the newest, epic, fantasy romance series to be published by Samhain Publishing. The prequel to this trilogy, THE CRYSTAL OF MYNOS, is a Free Read and can be downloaded at:

http://www.rebeccagoings.com/books/paranormal/wolvcrystal.html

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Unveiling of THE WOLVERINE AND THE ROSE's Cover!

If you haven't seen it yet around the 'Net, sit back and bask in the beauty of this cover. :)



~~Becka

Monday, January 01, 2007

Character Profile ~ Sir Nathan of Emberdale



Character Profile: Sir Nathan of Emberdale

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Status: Wolverine Knight

Sword: Whiteflame

Age: 25

History:

Sir Nathan of Emberdale is childhood friends with Sir Geoffrey of Emberdale. They both grew up in the same town, and had fathers who were both in the Order of the Wolverine. While Sir Geoffrey decided to live a descrete life, it is known far and wide Sir Nathan has his way with many a woman.

He is a charming man, one who is known for disarming many an unsuspecting maid and making a sport of it. He is not uncaring, but rather loves the fairer sex, believing he should take advantage as a prestigious knight of the king by jumping on any opportunity that may present itself. Sir Nathan has a string of broken hearts behind him longer than anyone can measure, and to Sir Geoffrey's disgust, tries to woo the women hanging on the arms of other men.

Perhaps Sir Nathan is vain beyond measure, being told by many a woman his charm and wit were second to none. Or perhaps he is supremely insecure, scared of true intimacy and therefore shunning it in favor of wild romps.

Whatever his reasoning, he is a rake to be sure. Keep your daughters under lock and key when Sir Nathan of Emberdale is in your village.

Quote of Note:

“You can’t hold on to her forever, my friend!” ~~Sir Nathan of Emberdale