IRELAND
EASTER, 1916
IN MEMORY
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Hidden by the Rose
A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A NOVEL
You might call me a rose person. As a former professional gardener, and as a resident of a gardener’s hell called Texas, you would think that these would be mutually exclusive. Not so.
There is a type of rose that is sturdy enough to have survived largely unhybridized since the days of the ancient Chinese dynasties. This type of rose is the so-called antique or “China” rose. Here is a rose variety so strong of spirit that it can withstand years of total neglect, droughts, impoverished soil—ah, yes, the very words that reflect my gardening experience in Texas.
So what does this have to do with a book, you may ask? My husband and I are the proud parents of a YA fantasy novel called Hidden by the Rose. The setting is Britannia in ca. 430 AD. The title is taken from the book, from a passage when the young heroine Caylith hears that she is a “thorn in the side” of some very unpleasant people. She gravely remarks that “a thorn is a weapon, hidden by the rose.”
The symbol of the rose is a central one in this book. The ancient rose called Rosa canina, the dog-rose, was planted even thousands of years ago around properties in Britannia to keep intruders at bay. Under its light pink, five-petalled clusters of blooms lay half-inch thorns, curved and strong, enough like vicious teeth to have given it the name.
Caylith, too, is a rose person. She is drawn to all plants, and the dog rose is one of her favorites. Its plump hips (seed cases) yield a tea that has a profound effect on her. And its dog-teeth properties are strong enough to help her bring down some evil people.
In a way, of course, the title of this book refers to Caylith herself. Although she is “not tall” (her own words to describe her 5-foot frame), she becomes quite a warrior—in spirit, anyway. Her feisty personality and her determination to win the day are the very thorns that are hidden beneath her attractive appearance.
All this is a round-about way of inviting you to try our novel series “The Twilight of Magic.” It is geared at readers from ‘tweens to teens and finally to adults in the final sweet romance. The first in the series, Running Over Rainbows, has won five-star reviews, and of course we'd love you to start with that first book.
This very short excerpt will give you a bit of the flavor of the novel. Caylith finds herself in a magical garden with one whom she had feared, who has revealed himself to be not only a king, but her grandfather.
I thought about the world I had just escaped.
“Yes, I miss dear Mama. She taught me to be strong of mind and to follow in the old traditions. I am not the best of students, but I have tried. She never had time to teach me about my ancestors before she…left.” The image of a great hungry fire filled my mind. “I will not believe she is really gone. She would have fought like a mother bear to protect what was hers. I am sure she was taken captive by the savage Eire-Landers.”
The king’s eyes seemed to flash dangerously beneath the great wing-like brows. I understood his passion. “Yes, I am sure your blood ran strong in Mama.”
The soothing atmosphere of the garden loosened my tongue. I was starting to release all my pent-up fears and dreams to a complete stranger, but I did not regret it. “I was wrong to think you are like the evil duke. He wants my property only. He does not want me.”
Grandfather uttered what sounded like a sigh within a sob. I looked at him, but his beard was bent so close to his chest that I could not see his face.
I stood then, and the king slowly rose also. We stood close together for a long minute. “Your High—Grandfather…” I said in almost a whisper. His great bearded head bent lower. “Will you ever forgive me for running from you?”
The king’s face began to glow as though a kiln fire ignited from within. Instead of answering, he held out his hand to me, palm up. I placed my diminutive hand inside his, and we walked slowly out of the garden.
Thanks, Celtic Rose friends! ~Bil and Bon Franks
B&B http://twilightofmagic.wordpress.com/
BilBon Franks:
Running Over Rainbows on MuseItUp
Running Over Rainbows on Amazon
Hidden by the Rose on MuseItUp Bookstore
Hidden by the Rose on Amazon
BilBon Franks:
Running Over Rainbows on MuseItUp
Running Over Rainbows on Amazon
Hidden by the Rose on MuseItUp Bookstore
Hidden by the Rose on Amazon
Children of the Dust and
Where Wild Ponies Ran from MuseItUp in 2013
http://about.me/bfranks/#
Where Wild Ponies Ran from MuseItUp in 2013
http://about.me/bfranks/#
Sunday, March 17, 2013
The Glorious Twelfth-Inspirational Caithness Buildings
Many writers draw inspiration from the buildings and physical geography of their surroundings.
In my second novel, The Glorious Twelfth, the Sinclair mausoleum at Ulbster is the model for Sir Ranald's mausoleum. It stands in open farmland near the ruined farmstead of Ulbster Mains to the south of Wick. The weather vane on the top records 1700 as the date of construction. Maps indicate that the site was formerly a chapel dedicated to St Martin and the surrounding graveyard bears testament to the ground being consecrated. An ancient Class II Celtic stone originally stood in the graveyard confering great antiquity on the site. The stone now stands in the Caithness Horizons Museum in Thurso.
The square building has very pleasing proportions, topped by a complex ogive shaped roof where the tile size varies accoring to the slope. Internal steel bars have been installed to provide further support for the roof. The burial crypt was cleared of remains and filled in some time ago. It had long since been supplanted by a new mausoleum built near Thurso Castle by Sir John Sinclair, the famous agricultural improver, around 1800.
The second inspirational building is the ruined Castle Sinclair Girnigoe, built by the Sinclairs. A major archaeological project is currently in progress to both understand the history of the building and stabilise it against further deterioration. The latest research suggests that a building stood on the site as early as the thirteenth century. It was heavily fortified and the major administrative centre of its day, but was abandoned as early as 1680. Cycling to this castle was a favourite boyhood outing. We climbed the walls, explored the dungeon, heart in mouth, and went down the passage to the sea. It is the fictional site of the final dig at the end of The Glorious Twelfth.
Friday, March 1, 2013
The Glorious Twelfth by Alan Calder
The Glorious Twelfth is my second novel, set mainly in my native Caithness with forays into France, Italy, Egypt and Poland. The genre is mystery/suspense with a thread of romance running through the story.
Genesis of the Glorious Twelfth
In The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown speculates that the Holy
Grail lies buried in the filled in crypt of Rosslyn Chapel near Edinburgh. This
mysterious church was built by the Sinclairs in the first half of the fifteenth
century, by which time the clan was well established in Caithness where it
still holds the Earldom. Caithness, then remote and inaccessible, would have
provided a much better hiding place for the Grail than Rosslyn, especially
after the Sinclairs began to build a series of heavily fortified castles round
the Caithness coast. In Caithness, the Sinclairs also built several
mausoleums where many generations of their upper echelons were laid to rest.
One of these, an enchanting building with an ogive shaped roof, is built over
the remains of an ancient chapel to St Martin and surrounded by a graveyard
which once contained a class II Pictish stone, conferring great antiquity on
the site.
The Glorious Twelfth- Blurb
The Glorious Twelfth
opens as archaeologist Ben Harris finds a Celtic stone and evidence of a
medieval shipwreck on the Noster estate of Sir Ranald Sinclair. Careless talk
by Ben at a conference in Paris sparks off a robbery at Sir Ranald’s mausoleum, uncovering a treasure
that has been hidden for centuries. The robbery follows the opening day of the
grouse season, hence the title of the book. The chief villain, grail fanatic
Russian Boris Zadarnov, also abducts Sir Ranald’s wayward daughter, Fran, who
is already in love with Ben. American oilman Al Regan, a neighbour of Sir Ranald,
leads a rescue party to Paris where Fran is freed and most of the treasure
recovered, but the thieves escape with a ruby encrusted chalice.
For a series of
misdemeanours, including failing to spot that the Celtic stone was a fake, Ben
is sacked from his university job. He finds consolation in the arms of Fran and
moves north to continue treasure hunting, making the discovery of his life near
one of the ancient Sinclair castles. Has he found the greatest archaeological
prize in Christendom, the Holy Grail? Will he be able to protect it from the
malevolent attention of Alexei, younger brother of the deceased Boris?
Ben Harris
was examining pottery fragments in the dig tent, already warming up under an
August morning sun, when he heard the shout. It was from Angela in the trench
on top of the hillock which the locals had always called, The Hill of Peace.
“Ben, I’ve got something!”
It wasn’t
normal to call the field archaeologist for routine finds such as pieces of
pottery, so he picked up his trowel and brush and rushed up the path to the
dig. In his haste he forgot to put on the wide brimmed kudu skin hat, which
normally restrained his longish mop of fair hair and gave him protection from
the sun. He was excited by the call, not least because this was his first dig
as the boss and the site had certainly looked of interest on the geophysics
survey, carried out at Easter by a colleague.
Angela was on her knees in the metre deep trench, bounded by the foundations of
a simple rectangular building, gradually revealed over the previous two weeks.
She was carefully prising the compressed soil from a flat stone surface, in the
middle of the floor of the building.
“It’s incised; look there’s a curved line. I don’t think it’s a plough mark.”
“Not a metre down. I’ll start recording and fetch the laptop just in case.” If
it was an important find, he wanted to record the moment as it happened and not
have to stage a reconstruction.
“There’s more, it’s a fish, I’ve got the tail,” she shouted, as he returned
with the laptop.
“Wow, we have got something here.” Looking over her shoulder, Ben could see the
fan of the salmon’s tail materialise from the dust. It was about half life-size
and pleased him infinitely more than any of the real wild ones he’d caught with
rod and line. “Let me check the geophysics.” His mind was racing at the
prospect of an undiscovered Pictish stone.
“Is it that big anomaly we saw?” Angela asked.
“Spot on. That’s it.” He perched the laptop on the edge of the trench, allowing
her to see the dark shadow on the trace.
“So, there’s a lot more of it to uncover.”
As they bent down over the stone again, a shadow covered Ben. He looked up to
see the tall slender figure of Fran, daughter of Sir Ranald Sinclair, the
proprietor and dig sponsor, on the other side of the trench, blocking out the
sun. She was standing with her arms folded below her breasts, tapping a
sandal-covered foot on the edge of the trench, causing a mini-collapse of soil.
From Ben’s low position in the trench, his first sight was the silhouette of
her long legs showing through the thin fabric of her dress. Scanning up
further, the sun was neatly eclipsed by her head and sparkled through the outer
frizz of her lustrous deep copper coloured hair. It gave her a goddess-like
halo, accentuated by the refraction of light through the prisms of her long
dangling ear-rings. Her challenging presence made him think of Boudicca, the
early Iceni Queen who took on the Romans.
Ben narrowed his focus on her face. He got a fleeting impression of
self-satisfaction as her eyes left the stone and met his briefly, with the
faintest of smiles. She turned sharply on her heel and disappeared into the
light without uttering a word. Her departure left him looking into the sun,
temporarily blinded, but with the optical memory of her shape still imprinted
behind his eyes. Ben shook his head to restore his sight and push her image to
the back of his mind. The other students and volunteers on the dig began to
assemble round the periphery of the trench, attracted by the allure of the
square foot or so of exposed stone.
“What was that all about?” asked Angela.
“She seems very interested in the stone,” said Ben.
“I think she fancies the archaeologist,” said Angela with a hint of menace.
Ben did not rise to Angela’s bait. He suspected a personal sub-text on her
part. She was being very nice to him and always seemed to be hovering within
easy reach.
“I could lift it out for you with the JCB,” said Jay Fuller, an American based
on the main platform of the Caithness Shelf oilfield, a few miles offshore. Jay
volunteered on his rest days, a break from the tedium of the production
schedule. The other students sniggered at his unprofessional enthusiasm.
“All in good time, Jay; but you’re right; we will need the JCB for this
one.” Ben gave Fuller a break. He didn’t want to exploit his minor gaffe.
He also realised that he would have to rethink the digging plan in the light of
the discovery.
“Is it tea time?” asked the beaming Angela.
“Okay, let’s take an early tea break and think about what we need to do next.”
Over the tea break they discussed a new plan to focus on trench three. Ben
would join Angela on the stone and the others would work on fully digging
out the rest of the trench. He also called Sir Ranald Sinclair, owner of the
Noster Estate to tell him about the find and it was agreed that the proprietor
would visit the dig at five p.m.
Links
Best
wishes to all
Alan Calder
Saturday, February 23, 2013
THE FAB FIVE CONTEST
It's contest time!
The
Wisconsin Romance Writers of America's 2013 FabFive contest submission
deadline is closing in on us. All submissions must be received by
midnight Friday.
Some of
our categories have low entry counts this year. That makes your odds of
becoming a finalist and getting your work in front of an agent or
editor better than ever in this highly-popular contest.
FabFive
is available to writers unpublished in book-length romance fiction
during the past five years.
Self-published authors may also apply. Your
entry must be limited to the first 2,500 words of your manuscript and
must be submitted electronically. For an entry form and complete details
regarding rules and eligibility, click the Contests link on our
website: http://www.wisrwa.org.
Grab
this opportunity for a critique of your work and the chance one of our
final round judges may ask to see more of it. In last years contest,
agents and editors requested eight full manuscripts and eight partials
from our finalists.
Inspirational writers: We've established a new category just for you!
Our
fees continue to be among the lowest for contests of this type - just
$18 for WisRWA members and $20 for all other entrants.
Deadline
for entries is 11:59 CST, March 1, 2013. Categories are limited to
thirty-five submissions each, so enter early to beat the rush
.
Here's our lineup of categories and final round judges for 2013:
Historical: Amanda Bergeron, Harper Collins
Inspirational: Natasha Kern, Natasha Kern Literary Agency
Paranormal/ Fantasy/ Futuristic/ Time Travel: Latoya Smith, Grand Central Publishing
Romantic Suspense: Katherine Pelz, Berkley
Series Contemporary(Long/Short): Dana Hopkins, Harlequin Enterprises
Single Title: Nalini Akolekar, Spencerhill Associates
Women's Fiction: Paige Wheeler, Folio Literary
Young Adult: Laura Bradford, Bradford Literary Agency
- Joe Fraser, FabFive Coordinator (jfraser6353@yahoo.com)
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
THE SHEILA CONTEST
Valley Forge Romance Writers is proud to announce The Sheila Contest opens for entries on March 1, 2013
Fee: $25 for VFRW members, $30 for non-members
Deadline: April 12, 2013
Eligibility: all RWA members, published and unpublished, who have not published a full-length novel (40K words or more) in the category entered at the time of the contest deadline and within the past five years.
Entry: Total of 35 pages, including synopsis (not to exceed 5 pages).
Categories: Single Title Romance, Historical, Fantasy/Futuristic/Paranormal, Women's Fiction with Romantic Elements, Romantic Suspense, Young Adult.
Judges: Entrants will receive a detailed score sheet from four qualified judges, including PRO and PAN members.
Categories and Final Judges: Romantic Suspense – Katherine Pelz, The Berkley Publishing Group; Historical – Elizabeth (Lizzie) Poteet, St. Matin's Press; Women's Fiction – Alex Logan, Grand Central Publishing; Single Title – Emilia Pisani, Gallery Books; Paranormal - Megha Parekh, Grand Central Publishing; YA – Wendy Loggia, Delacorte Press/RHCB.
Top Prize: Certificates. First- through fourth-place winners will have their names printed in RWR magazine.
FMI, http://www.vfrw.com/contest.
Fee: $25 for VFRW members, $30 for non-members
Deadline: April 12, 2013
Eligibility: all RWA members, published and unpublished, who have not published a full-length novel (40K words or more) in the category entered at the time of the contest deadline and within the past five years.
Entry: Total of 35 pages, including synopsis (not to exceed 5 pages).
Categories: Single Title Romance, Historical, Fantasy/Futuristic/Paranormal, Women's Fiction with Romantic Elements, Romantic Suspense, Young Adult.
Judges: Entrants will receive a detailed score sheet from four qualified judges, including PRO and PAN members.
Categories and Final Judges: Romantic Suspense – Katherine Pelz, The Berkley Publishing Group; Historical – Elizabeth (Lizzie) Poteet, St. Matin's Press; Women's Fiction – Alex Logan, Grand Central Publishing; Single Title – Emilia Pisani, Gallery Books; Paranormal - Megha Parekh, Grand Central Publishing; YA – Wendy Loggia, Delacorte Press/RHCB.
Top Prize: Certificates. First- through fourth-place winners will have their names printed in RWR magazine.
FMI, http://www.vfrw.com/contest.
Friday, February 1, 2013
HAPPY IMBOLC!
For those interested in the Celtic traditions, to honor this first day of spring you can upload a free copy of my novella Deirdre (a retelling of Deirdre of the Sorrows) at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237564
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