tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post8875806969310616505..comments2024-01-26T10:27:37.731-08:00Comments on The Celtic Rose: Playing For Keeps, Book III of The Claddagh SeriesMiriam Newmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05105724854045409335noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-16548893253818016902013-01-07T07:09:55.587-08:002013-01-07T07:09:55.587-08:00I'm not sure how to do this but I'd like s...I'm not sure how to do this but I'd like share info on my latest book, The Silver Wheel, set in 1st century A.D. <br /><br />THE SILVER WHEEL<br /><br />Visions, human sacrifice and sex magic: A young seeress risks her life and her immortal spirit trying to change the course of history and save her homeland and her people from destruction. Blending history, romance and mysticism, The Silver Wheel gives the Celtic perspective of events during the Roman conquest of Britain.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />Instead of putting on his clothing, Cruthin climbed down the side of the mound and began to twirl around. "I can make the Goddess come to me," he said. He lifted his arms to the heavens and sang:<br />"Arianhrodd, Cerridwen, Rhiannon,<br />Blodeuwedd, Modran, Don,<br />Branwen, Cyhiraeth, Morrigan.<br />I invoke you—maiden, mother, crone<br />Lady of the moon,<br />Keeper of the cauldron,<br />Great queen,<br />Maiden of summer, <br />Livegiver,<br />Grain goddess, <br />Lady of love and desire,<br />Keeper of pools and springs,<br />Raven of death.<br />Enfold me in your warm, soft flesh.<br />Fill me with your light. <br />Quench my thirst with your gleaming rivers and streams. <br />Feed me from your supple breasts.<br />Make me strong.<br />Make me powerful.<br />Make me invincible."<br /> Sirona realized she had never heard him sing before. He had a bard's voice, beguiling and honey sweet, yet edged with power. He continued his dance, his movements wild and unrestrained. Flailing arms. Twirling body. Jumps and leaps. Pure, instinctive movements. As if he heard music. Suddenly, Sirona heard it, too. A wild, keening melody, sad and lovely. <br /> She stared at Cruthin, in awe of the beauty of his movements. He reminded her of an otter cavorting beside a stream. A salmon leaping the rapids. A deer bounding through the forest. Lithe and graceful. The moonlight flashed over his spinning body, black, then silver, then black again. Light and shadow. Life and death. <br /> Abruptly, he leapt over the circle of stones and continued his mad dance in the open meadow nearby. As he jumped and twirled in the tall grass among the bracken and heather, people came out of the shadows to join him. Slender and naked, they danced around him, moving in a slow, rhythmic pattern. They began to chant in a language Sirona had never heard before. And yet, it seemed familiar, as if the meaning of the words was buried in her mind somewhere. <br /> When she returned her gaze to Cruthin, he had turned into Cernunnos again. On his head were the antlers of a stag, while his body remained that of a man. She could not see his face. But she knew now that he was the god of the animals, of the hunt, of death. This time she was not afraid. She was watching from a distance, not feeling the hot breath of the beast looming over her. Faster and faster he whirled, until he was a blur. The moonlight shone down, turning him into a vivid, bright light. The light grew in intensity, blazing, brilliant, the brightest thing she had ever seen. Then it vanished.<br /><br />To purchase: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0094SVK2Q<br /><br />Thanks, Miriam, for a chance to do this. <br />Mary Gillgannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576518364465232493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-12945067142361008172012-12-19T10:22:08.111-08:002012-12-19T10:22:08.111-08:00Thanks, Miriam, and thanks for the opportunity to ...Thanks, Miriam, and thanks for the opportunity to promote them here! I really appreciate it!Cynthia Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18345425630343664622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-60407002275839741882012-12-19T10:14:35.283-08:002012-12-19T10:14:35.283-08:00I'm glad the first book suggested its own sequ...I'm glad the first book suggested its own sequels! Always glad to see them here on The Celtic Rose.Miriam Newmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05105724854045409335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-19143747542861212692012-12-19T09:19:33.820-08:002012-12-19T09:19:33.820-08:00Hi Sandy, we sure have! :) It's one of those u...Hi Sandy, we sure have! :) It's one of those universal things, I think, that we can all relate to. Glad you enjoyed the post, and thanks for stopping by.Cynthia Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18345425630343664622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-74058822549925160312012-12-19T07:24:43.859-08:002012-12-19T07:24:43.859-08:00Thanks for sharing this on facebook. That's ho...Thanks for sharing this on facebook. That's how I found you today. Love the pull of the classes and the "clean up of siblings life messes". I think we all have lived some of that.<br /><br />Awesome post!Sandy L. Rowlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10842054004791220450noreply@blogger.com