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What is Needed Pt 2: Conclusion

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Author’s Note: This is the conclusion of Part 2 of the prequel blog serial entitled “What is Needed”. Click on these links to read Part 1 and Part 2 (first section). This series is a companion to The Bow of Destiny (Part 1 of The Bow of Hart Saga) as expanded writing samples for the conclude Indiegogo campaign for the novel. The events of the blog series pre-date those of The Bow of Destiny by several hundred years but include several long-lived characters who appear in the forthcoming novel. This material is copyrighted and not intended for reproduction except at the author’s consent.

What is Needed (Part 2: Conclusion)

by P. H. Solomon

Hastra’s lips puckered as the door to the Meditation Hall closed softer than falling snow.  Nothing again. No impression to share with anyone or write it in the Book of Prophecies. She pulled her thick shawl close and high-stepped through the snow that billowed in her eyes. Thick clouds rolled over the Gray Spires. “Maybe I should just forget them.”

The Withling wandered to her room but didn’t find her sister. Zelma’s already at table. Hastra shrugged. She could use an early dinner. She found dinner ready and served herself a bowl of steaming soup that smelled of onions and sausage. Hastra snagged brown bread with butter and shuffled between the trestle tables toward Zelma who sat alone and stirred her bowl of soup.

“This is different for you. Your crowd is busy, I see.” Hastra straddled the bench, sat and swung her leg over.

“Your visions trouble me. You’ve spent so much time in the Hall of Silence. Won’t you write them down for others to see? They consume you.” Zelma sniffed and wiped her nose while a tear gleamed in her green eyes.

“This is hardly the place to discuss my visions.”

Howart approached and sat across the table from Hastra and her sister. The tall Withling lowered his head in prayer. If he heard us… Hastra picked at her food and then took a hot spoonful of soup, smacked her lips, snatched a cup of water and sloshed the contents as she gulped.

“What visions are you talking about?” Howart tore bread and dipped it into the steaming soup.

Hastra choked and almost spewed her water. Now it will be out. She swallowed and wiped her face.

Zelma elbowed Hastra. “You should talk about it.”

Hastra scowled at Zelma who arched one eyebrow higher than the other and offered a faint smile. No chance for denial now. Hastra’s face heated with a flush. That soup burned. Hastra drank again. She swallowed and opened her mouth.

The Grendonese sisters strode past. They giggled and whispered while their skirts twirled with their flouncing stride. Hastra clamped her mouth shut and followed the sisters with her eyes. Which one was which? She could never tell. They sat several tables away and shared a jest with Zeld and Kregen that set the Rokan brothers laughing.

Zelma cleared her throat. Howart paid Hastra’s reticence no mind as he dunked his bread again.

“Not here. Let’s eat first and find somewhere to speak.”

Howart shrugged and his sunken cheeks filled with his broad smile that exposed his crooked teeth. “A big secret, I see. Well enough, I’ve nothing to do after supper.”

Once they finished, Hastra led Zelma and Howart on a walk through empty corridors. She related the tale to Howart who bent close to hear Hastra’s whispers. She paused often and checked the passages for anyone following. They paused at a window overlooking the courtyard.

Howart gazed out the window at the late winter night beneath the early stars until his breath frosted the panes. “It’s almost like the vision is now since you have no unction about it.”

Hastra shifted her feet and cocked her head. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

The gaunt Withling turned from the window and his deep-set eyes shifted between Hastra and her sister. “The danger from these visions is here, now and not something in the future.” Howart swept his arms in an arc over Hastra’s head as he spoke.

Zelma hugged herself as she shivered. “But there’s no sign of trolls in this old keep. How can there be any danger?”

“The danger’s here though. That’s why there’s no interpretation, no instruction.” Howart wagged a long finger as he spoke.

Hastra turned to the window and found her murky reflection in the fogged pane. “But from where and whom is our danger? There may be trolls or not but there’s something else at work.” She turned back to her companions but neither answered. “We must watch for odd behavior and investigate if necessary. We have no proof of a betrayal or danger.”

Howart crossed his arms. “Except your dreams.”

Zelma chuckled and tossed her flaming tresses. “And oddity is common in this house.”

Hastra turned back to the window where the fog faded. Below, Kregen crossed the courtyard and entered the gatehouse. “You’re right, not odd, just activity that is out of place.” She watched her companions’ reflections nod.

“We’ll catch whoever endangers us.” Zelma patted Hastra’s shoulder.

Hastra drummed her cheek with her fingers. But this may not be about catching them. She shivered and pulled her shawl closer.

End of Part 2 (Part 3 will be re-posted on 11/29 or after)

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Blog Tour: The Genesis Saga #1 – Passion & Struggle

THE GENESIS SAGA TOUR

I’m grateful to my host of this thirteenth post of THE GENESIS SAGA TOUR, and to Nonnie Jules of 4WillsPublishing who arranged it all! The full lineup for this tour can be found @ http://wp.me/P43s9i-2g

My purpose, is to give readers a greater familiarity with planet Genesis – within the Equations universe created by author and friend, Kenneth Tam.

Book CoverTo this end, we embarked upon a series of interviews of some key players in Book One of The Genesis Saga: PASSION & STRUGGLE. Nonnie Jules of the famed interviews, Who’s On The Shelf With Nonnie Jules?’ agreed to lend her formidable skills to this process. She gave me the nickname “Fio” a while back – so keep that in mind in case she opts to use it!

In our last episode, Nonnie and I disappeared from the Campus Café after Annie and Marie left to track down Marco. We reappeared in the formal living room of Marco’s campus home, several weeks later.

NJ:       (Nonnie looks around at the familiar room and is visibly calmer.)

            This is Marco’s house, Fio. Where is Marco? Is he alright?

JF:        Yes, you are correct on both counts, Nonnie. I know you love a good romance, so I thought you might like to have a peek at Marco and Marie’s first date.

NJ:       (Indignantly) I’m no peeping Thomasina, Fio! I suppose we’re invisible again…

(Her statement is cut off as a tall black man arrives in the front foyer from the rear of the house. Nonnie’s jaw drops and she looks at me raising an eyebrow in question. The man doesn’t see us and proceeds to open the door, graciously welcoming Marco and Marie.)

NJ:       Fio, who is that guy! The butler?

JF:        (Chuckling) No, that’s the third member of Marco’s security team… shhh, let’s just watch and listen…

As Marco and Marie exited the car and approached the front door, Drury parked the vehicle in the small garage. Gallo followed them as far as the door. Agent Ben Grafton ushered Marco and Marie inside, and then Gallo did a thorough inspection of the grounds with Drury. Since the Inauguration, they were extra careful. Marco led Marie into the living room and offered to get her a drink while he finished the dinner preparations.

“May I keep you company in the kitchen, Marco?”

“You want to make sure I don’t have any hired help doing the cooking,” he chuckled, good-naturedly. “Maybe I’ll put you to work. Can you pour us both a glass of wine?”

“Sounds good to me,” she chirped, as she followed him through the dining room and into a spacious kitchen. “You haven’t moved yet. Will this be the official residence for the Vice President? It’s… cute.”

“Thank you, Marie, but it’s just temporary. The President of the University offered to let me stay here until Genesis House is completed.”

“So both you and the President will live at Genesis House? How will that work?” Marie asked, as she opened the bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. Visions of Rossini and Hastings – both single – living under the same roof filled her mind’s eye. That didn’t sound appropriate, and she judged the Church was not going to approve.

Marco bent over to check the roast in the oven, and then added a few potatoes wrapped in foil. “Off the record – the building is designed with three separate wings. One wing will house the President, and his or her family, on the second floor, with business offices for the President and staff on the first floor. A second wing houses the Vice President and family – a similar setup on each floor. The third wing will have kitchen facilities, a large ballroom for state affairs, etc. The basement areas will feature the Command and Control room, recreational facilities, a gymnasium, and staff quarters. Now let’s see, do you mind preparing ingredients for the salad while I prepare the dressing?”

Marie smiled, “I might manage that.”

“Wait. Let me get you an apron to protect your clothes.” He snatched an apron hanging on a hook by the kitchen door, and chuckled as he strode towards her. The black material sported white lettering which read, ‘I COOK BECAUSE MEN DO IT BETTER!’ Grinning, he held it out to her. Marie feigned insult as she read the apron, then giggled as she wrapped it around her. “It was a gift from Pat… honest!” Marco protested.

They both relaxed and worked companionably getting the dinner ready to serve. Marco had set the dining room table beforehand, creating an intimate setting complete with a centerpiece of brightly colored flowers, and candles for romantic lighting. As Marie lit the candles, she felt very special. Marco had gone to a lot of trouble for her. She shook her head remembering the other Neanderthals she had dated – she gave and they took. She wasn’t used to this, but she loved it.  Marco interrupted her thoughts as he carried in the salad and the wine bottle.

“Sit, Marie, I’ll serve.”

He refilled their wine glasses and served the salad. With a flourish, he snapped her cloth napkin open and laid it on her lap. Once sitting, he raised his glass and proposed a toast.

“Let’s drink to new beginnings.”

As they ate their salads, Marie suddenly noticed that they had been alone since the agent had ushered them in the door, “Marco, where did the security people go? Aren’t they eating dinner?”

He looked up and gave her a wide smile, “Let’s not tempt the fates. The boys said they were not going to hover, and they’ve kept their word. After only two weeks, I’m surprised at how well we get along. Are you comfortable being alone with me?”

Marie blushed slightly, thinking his question implied that perhaps she didn’t trust him. “I’m fine, and I’m enjoying this salad.”

“Good. Let me get the main course served while you finish that salad.”

It took Marco two trips to the kitchen to bring in the main course meat platter and bowls of vegetables. He’d checked outside the kitchen window, but hadn’t seen his three agents. Rossini shrugged and gave thanks that they could enjoy their food in privacy. He reclaimed his place at the table, hoping somewhat nervously, that the meal had turned out well.

As he sampled the portions on his own plate, Marco was reassured that the meal was delicious – one less worry. Marie was quick to compliment the dinner, and she ate with obvious relish.

“Marco, do you think that people will object to the cost of Genesis House? It sounds as if it’ll be a palace.”

“Liz and I were concerned too. But the Congressional building committee and the High Chancellor thought that both Congressional Hall and Genesis House should be impressive – symbols that the planet is moving into a new era. Do you think the buildings should be scaled back?”

Marie thought for a moment as she savored a mouthful of tender beef, “I can see the symbolic importance, but I question the cost. We just finished an expensive war, and the ongoing social reforms aren’t cheap.”

Marco sighed, “I suppose there will be grumbling. But I imagine that most people will reserve judgment until the building is done. Liz and I figure it will be a year before we can move in.”

The conversation continued, revolving around Marco’s expectations, politically, in the months ahead, and the social reforms being, slowly and painfully, put in place. After enjoying a light dessert of fresh fruits and coffee, they cleared the table, put the food away, disposed of the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Marco poured them each a small glass of liqueur and led the way into the living room where they settled together on the couch.

Marie perched on the edge of the couch and turned so she could face Marco. “Here we are, finished dinner, and we haven’t swapped any of our stories yet. I meant what I said at the party. I want to get to know you, and I don’t want to play games.”

Marco nodded, and she continued. She described her career and the hurtful relationships she had endured, noting Marco’s reactions. He listened intently and reached for her hand as she shared the painful moments.

“So I decided that if I was going to see you socially, I‘d talk about myself honestly,” she concluded. “I hope you’ll do the same.”

Rossini closed his eyes for a moment and squeezed her hand lightly to reassure her. Not sure why, he believed that he could share his feelings honestly with Marie. They were kindred spirits, in a way – lonely, wary from difficult relationships in the past, both longing for honesty and understanding. Pat Conroy was the only human being Marco had ever trusted with his personal failures and longings… but he admired Marie’s candor and was encouraged by it.

“I’ve had bad experiences too, Marie. At the risk of scaring you away, I’ll be honest with you. Except for my friendship with Pat, and now Sarah, my personal life has been disappointing. So I’ve given up my dream of having a loving wife and family. I don’t know what I expected last week, but it certainly wasn’t you… a woman in whom I could confide.”

Marco paused a moment before continuing. “Marie, five years ago, I deliberately closed myself against the possibility of a serious relationship with a woman. I understood that meant giving up my dream, but I also believed that I could never survive another Melanie.”

Marie looked into his eyes and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m still here, Marco, and I’m not scared. Tell me the story.”

Rossini lowered his head for a few moments, took a deep breath, and recounted his tale. Marie listened, without interrupting, and her heart reached out to his tortured soul. She didn’t understand how she could instinctively trust a man she barely knew, but she realized that it was right to do so.

Marco searched her face as he fell silent. In the dimming light, unshed tears glistened in her soft, brown eyes. Her quivering lips beckoned his own. The last remaining stones, of the wall he had erected around his heart, fell away. He felt an overwhelming desire to crush her against his chest and never release her. The thought frightened him. He couldn’t risk rejection. Agitated, he got up and paced over to the window.

NJ:       Oh Fio, they are such a cute couple!

JF:        Yes they are. Time to go…

Join us for our last installment of the Genesis Saga Tour…

Author Bio:

 Author PhotoJohn Fioravanti is a retired secondary school educator who completed his thirty-five year career in the classroom in June, 2008.

Throughout his career, John focused on developing research, analysis, and essay writing skills in his History Classroom. This led to the publication of his first non-fiction work for student use, Getting It Right in History Class. A Personal Journey to the Heart of Teaching is his second non-fiction work; it attempts to crystallize the struggles, accomplishments, and setbacks experienced in more than three decades of effort to achieve excellence in his chosen field.

John’s first work of fiction is Passion & Struggle and is set within Kenneth Tam’s Equations universe (Iceberg Publishing). He claims that, after two non-fiction books, he’s having the time of his life bringing new stories and characters to life!

At present, John lives in Waterloo, Ontario with Anne, his bride of forty-one years. They have three children and three grandchildren. In December of 2013, John and Anne founded Fiora Books for the express purpose of publishing John’s books.

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The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour

Hi, and welcome to The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour for Authors, Shirley-Harris Slaughter, Rhani D’Chae and Harmony Kent. (Click on each author’s name to be taken directly to their Author Page at 4WillsPublishing, where you can learn more about them).

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Shirley Harris-Slaughter

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Harmony Kent

 

These three authors are wonderful clients of 4WillsPublishing, a publishing House dedicated to helping authors put out the best written, and marketing products for their literary work, possible.

This tour is a surprise tour, which means the authors knew nothing about it until it started!  This is our gift to them to show our appreciation of their work, their dedication to putting out the great written word, and also a big THANK YOU for allowing us to showcase and promote them.

This is a 3 Author/7 Day/40 Blog Tour!  Yes, for 7 days, The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour will sit on 40 blogs!  And for 7 days, on 40 blogs, you will get a tiny tid-bit of something related to Religion, so that you never forget OUR LADY OF VICTORY, the rage of people, such as that displayed in SHADOW OF THE DRILL, and w(R)iting tips to help you POLISH YOUR PROSE! (Click on each book title to find out more about it)

 

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This will be a fun tour, an inspirational tour, a delightful tour which has been designed to enlighten you, entertain you and help you overcome those feelings which bind us daily and keeps us from growing from point A to point B.  Each day as you stop by each blog to find out what bit of inspiration is being shared, we ask that you take the time to leave a comment for the authors, visit their blogs, Follow them on Twitter and FB, and last but not least, please PICK UP A COPY OF THEIR BOOKS!  They are all 5 star reads!  And this tour wouldn’t be complete, if you didn’t check out The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Book Trailer!  (Please note:  these bits and quotes were not taken from the author’s books).

The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Author Blitz Book Trailer

Before we forget, we’ve included another of our authors, Nonnie Jules.  Although she’s a partner in our firm, she is STILL one of our clients!  Her books, THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS, Daydream’s Daughter, Nightmare’s Friend and Sugarcoatin’ Is For Candy & Pacifyin’ Is For Kids! are also very interesting and entertaining reads!

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On this stop, we want you to dwell on this:

“The worst moment in my life was when I was seven years old and I discovered that there was a such thing as racism.  You don’t know you’re different until someone lets you know.” ~Sanjeev Bhaskar 

Thank you for joining us on this stop of our tour.  We are grateful to our host for allowing us to share with this audience and we hope that we have left you wanting more!  To follow this tour, please visit the 4WillsPublishing EVENTS page for the complete tour line-up and to also register to win a SURPRISE pack of books as well as a stint on WHO’S ON THE SHELF WITH NONNIE JULES!  Now, on to the next stop!!!!