tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57063644835212027492024-03-13T11:52:52.498-05:00Sídhí News & GossipWhether you are vampire, dragon, elf, shapeshifter, fairy, or a mundane (normal human) you'll enjoy news, gossip, deleted scenes, and flash fiction from two popular YA paranormal romance series, Sídhí Summer Camp and Song of the Sídhí.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-81647428257753047802012-12-11T17:13:00.000-06:002012-12-11T17:13:29.012-06:00Cover Reveal: Exile (The Prequel)<br />
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Sarah's story, the third book in the Sídhí Summer Camp series.</div>
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Love and danger is just the beginning.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-39468489239998980362012-11-23T17:54:00.000-06:002012-11-23T17:54:00.544-06:00Kraken in the Gulf of Mexico<br />
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I received confirmation that a
pod of kraken has been sighted off the shore of Texas in Clan Valley.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Every official I spoke with
said, no comment, so I decided to take a little trip.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After about a ten-hour drive, I
arrived at Galveston. I headed straight for the Marina, but there was not a
single boat available to rent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stuck around the dock area,
and sure enough, I started hearing rumors about the kraken.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The pod was less than fifty
miles off shore. Estimates ranged from two to six adults and four babies. One
kraken is more than enough, but ten! Supposedly, a group of siren (that's a
warrior caste fairy) were on their way to take care of the kraken infestation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just happened to be sitting
behind a pile of boxes, under a tarp, on the fishing vessel, <i>Hard-up Joy</i>, when a group of hard-eyed
fairies walked onboard. (I paid the local pixie runner a cool hundred to find
out which boat the fairies had hired.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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We had been underway for about
ten minutes when the tarp flew up. One of the fairies glared at me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Hi, I'm Jodie Cooper,
Sídhí news reporter," I greeted him with a cheery smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I know who you are,"
he commented, with a sour-look on his face. "You're constantly sticking
your nose into things that are none of your business. Today might be your
last."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Hey, the public has a
right to know if they are in danger. You don't have any right to threaten
me."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Not a threat, a
promise." A second fairy walked up behind the first. "If there is more
than one kraken, we'll probably be swimming home. We'll make it just fine. You,
little mundane reporter, won't make it a mile, much less fifty."<o:p></o:p></div>
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After that, they ignored me, and
my questions. Talk about rude!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I made my way to the front of
the boat (later, I found-out it's called the bow) in the small cabin that
covered the wheel. The guy steering the boat ignored me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nearly an hour later, he pointed
out the window. "Not so sweet looking are they."<o:p></o:p></div>
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They, he spoke of, were kraken.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The closer we got to the
monsters, the more I wondered if I hadn't made a really big mistake. There were
two of the huge monsters and a smaller baby. The baby was just old enough to
survive in salt water. I'd heard kraken were three stories tall. If momma and
daddy had not been swimming, they would have been that tall.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Each, of the black-skinned
creatures, had three long necks. The head was a diamond-shaped like a rattler.
Its scream threatened to burst my eardrums.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The largest of the three surged
forward, snapping at us with all three heads. Really, really large fangs
glistened in the sunshine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We swung near them, just outside
of chomping range. Four of the sirens started singing, aiming their voices
toward the rubber-skinned monsters. Sirens had many vocal skills, from
tear-inducing love songs to bone-shattering shrieks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The kraken heads began to bob,
like a baby fighting sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That's when I realized, the
fairies weren't trying to kill the kraken. The weird fairies of Atlantis Valley
were trying to put the mega-monsters to sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hello? What good would that do?<o:p></o:p></div>
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A few minutes later, all three
kraken floated in the water, belly-up and fast asleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A different fairy stood next to
the railing, staring at the water.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I slipped out of the cabin and
looked down into the sea.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Around the body of the baby
kraken, the surface of the sea began churning. Huge vines of sea coreweed
(that's a Sídhí plant) curled up and around the body of the beast.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thunk!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coreweed slithered across the
deck. It was the largest specimen of coreweed I had ever seen. Four inches
thick, it had bright green skin with blue scaly spots. I knew dried coreweed
was sort of the equivalent of hemp from Earth, except it was extremely strong.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This was still wiggling and wet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The fairy at the rail (who had
to be an enchanter) glanced at the flopping end of coreweed. It slithered over
the rail, under the boat, and popped-up on the opposite side. It wrapped around
the boat several times.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The boat slowly moved south,
towing the smallest of the kraken. Hours later, we slowed to a stop. It was in the
middle of nowhere. The fairies threatened me with my life if I reported the
exact location.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The enchanter fairy severed the
coreweed, leaving three lengths on the deck.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Three of the fairies each
grabbed a length of coreweed and slipped over the side. Taking a deep breath,
they disappeared, pulling the baby kraken behind them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I later learned there was a
permanent portal several hundred feet down, and that was how the kraken
appeared in Clan Valley to begin with.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The fairies pulled the baby kraken
through the underwater portal, returning him to Atlantis Valley. Afterward the
three fairies returned to the boat, and the captain steered the boat away from
the portal.</div>
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We waited for nearly an hour
before the kraken parents showed-up, rushing through the water at an
unbelievable speed and shrieking their heads off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thankfully, they were more
concerned with finding their baby. They dove under the water and didn't
reappear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until next time,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jodie<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.jodiebcooper.com/">www.jodiebcooper.com</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-47195028196977209682012-11-21T17:50:00.000-06:002012-11-21T17:50:00.333-06:00Kraken & Jack the Ripper<br />
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Well, I had a hot tip that
kraken were seen in the Gulf of Mexico! When I called Guardian Tremaine, my vampire
contact in Clan Valley, he said 'no comment' and hung up on me.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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The nerve of some people!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I'll hunt down the true story
and tell you all about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until then, a little gossip
never hurt anyone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rumor has it that Lord MuskLeke
is back to his old habits of torturing mundanes, killing them, and cutting out
their organs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sound familiar? Well, if it
doesn't, it should. He did the same thing in the Whitechapel district of London
back in 1888. He's more famously known as Jack the Ripper.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The rumor hasn't been confirmed,
but the mutilated bodies appeared eerily the same as those 1888 murders. This
time MuskLeke is spreading out his killings, one in New York City, another in
Los Angeles, and several in Australia.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until next time,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jodie<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.jodiebcooper.com/">www.jodiebcooper.com</a><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-24812947380633356562012-11-16T21:59:00.000-06:002012-11-16T21:59:00.502-06:00Gnome, Troll, & Dragon: Deleted Scene<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">If you have not read <i>Vampire's Forbidden Territory,</i> the following deleted scene will contain <b>spoilers!</b></span></div>
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Deleted scene has not been edited.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;"><b>Change of Plans</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">“Well?” Clarabelle
demanded of the wrinkly-faced gnome standing several feet away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">His pasty colored skin
lost even more color as Clarabelle lowered her large head within biting
distance of him. His pale yellow eyes widened. Showing a hint of intelligence,
he remained crouched next to the squirming troll.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She felt surprise ripple
through her big body when the little man didn’t run. At three feet tall, the
gnome would be less than a pre-meal snack for her, not that she ate gnomes.
Well, only a few and that was years earlier. The unfortunate incident happened
after one of the silly creatures cut her beautiful hair too short.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">The big troll howled,
cutting off her train of thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Clarabelle’s foot
pressed a little harder, squishing the flopping dark red body under her giant
claws. The troll bellowed in fury. Its long yellow teeth gnawed on one of her
claws in a wasted attempt to free itself. The big male’s grunts and howls
seemed to be a barbarian language, but she knew the noise was only the animal’s
attempt to frighten her away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Trolls, like werewolves
or khatts, were very smart animals. If trained properly they became useful
tools, but nothing more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Under Clarabelle’s
fierce glare, the troll’s handler hunched his scrawny shoulders. “I tries to
teach ‘em Mistress, but I’s don’t always makes ‘em understand. I really tries!”
the little gnome squalled under her fierce glare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;"> “It’s nots my fault that them mites attacked
too soon. I swears it!” the stinky little gnome continued his rambling excuses
as Clarabelle rearranged her plans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Clarabelle didn’t want
excuses. She wanted the Chi’Kehra’s lifeMate alive and in shackles before the
night was over. Having the Chi’Kehra as her very own trained lapdog would not
only guarantee success against the dragon council, but the girl was critical to
Clarabelle’s ultimate goal of returning Dragon Valley to the Sídhí home world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">“You will hunt them
down. I want the boy captured, not dead. Do you hear me? You will bring him to
me alive. He won’t be any good to me dead. He dies and you and every miserable
gnome within Dragon Valley will die by my dragonfire.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">The little yellow eyed
man dropped to his knees, his loud keening wail of terror pleased her.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-55819120851080221122012-11-10T21:22:00.000-06:002012-11-10T21:22:35.379-06:00Christmas in Vampire Valley Cover Reveal!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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13,000 word short story set in Clan Valley</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-21170932907028356502012-11-09T17:43:00.000-06:002012-11-09T17:43:00.194-06:00Shapeshifters on Earth!<br />
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Well, I found out a bit more
detail on the Haven Valley mystery.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rumor has it that a fae
manipulated the synth crystal within the valley's second dimensional walls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fae are supposedly extinct, but
then shapeshifters were supposed to be extinct as well, and they are obviously
a thriving race.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn't find out any hard-facts
about the fae rumor. Myth and fear seem to be the best description. Tens of
thousands of years before Sídhí came to Earth, the fae were a dwindling, but
extremely powerful race. Powerful, as in the fae were a rival to Chi'Kehra's
awesome ability.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The fae had the ability to twist
reality, and caste actual spells.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unfortunately, if they didn't
find their lifeMate, by the time they reached five hundred, they went catatonic
and eventually died.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I did talk to one old
(relatively speaking) dwarf who said many of the first and second-generation
fae simply went into a living stasis, sending out tendrils of their
consciousness hunting for their mate. Cory Hutch (the dwarf) said many fairies
believe they have fae blood in their veins.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is changing the subject,
but once Cory started talking, - with a little help from his homemade moonshine
- he told me Haven Valley had several settlements on Earth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, you heard it here! There
are not only shapeshifters on Earth, but several other races as well. He was
about to tell me the name of one town, but his mate came in and smacked him up
the side of his head with her rolling pin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He did manage to tell me that
the Alpha Prime (Beth) was hiding fae and growing synth crystal in these
settlements on Earth! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, let me tell you, that's
really exciting! I started searching the internet for small towns that were
notoriously anti-visitor. My research might take a while, but I'll eventually
find out the truth!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until next time,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jodie<o:p></o:p></div>
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It has been nearly a year since
Haven Valley, a mixed-race valley that is predominately shapeshifter, appeared
on radar, so to speak. The other Sídhí Valleys had no idea Haven Valley
existed.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know. Doesn't that sound hard
to believe? I guess not really, not after I interviewed several key people
within Haven Valley.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For starters, a monarch rules
Haven. The monarch is always a female, and tied into the synth crystal
protecting their valley. Don't ask. I haven't got a clue how that is possible. When
I asked, I sort of got the run around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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They spouted some poppycock
about rounding-up all of the female shifters born of the royal bloodline then
testing them. They clammed up on the testing part.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At first, they were quite open
about how Haven Valley remained isolated from the other valleys and Earth.
Haven only has four portals that open onto Earth and no portals (that they know
of) that open into other valleys. Each portal is under 24/7 guard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I asked how they kept vampires
and dragons from porting out of the valley, they said each person with the
ability to port had to be 'keyed' to port past The Barrier.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Say what?<o:p></o:p></div>
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They said it was something their
clan of dragons came up with to protect Haven Valley.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, let me tell you, I know a
few dragons. Each dragon I contacted said there wasn't a dragon alive (not even
High Councilwoman Cornelia) that had the power or knowledge to manipulate the
synth crystal barrier within a valley's second dimensional walls. Portals yes, the valley walls? No way.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Something fishy is going on in Haven Valley and
I plan to find out what it is.</span></span></div>
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Until next time,</div>
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Jodie B Cooper</div>
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<a href="http://www.jodiebcooper.com/">www.jodiebcooper.com</a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-18632676717362854512012-10-31T00:00:00.000-05:002012-10-31T00:00:03.554-05:00Trick or Treat?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Happy Halloween!</b></span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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What would Halloween be without
a treat? I dug around the bottomless pit (my laptop) and found another deleted
scene from Vampire's Forbidden Territory. The deleted scene was Beth's POV at
the camp (before Katie and Jared arrived) when she first met Mitch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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NOTE: Some of the dialogue and
other details changed in the final version. The scene was not edited.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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A deep growl echoed through the trees, deep
within the Sídhí forest. The harsh sound promised a painful ending.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beth ran toward the disappearing
sound, quickly reaching a campsite nestled on the edge of a small meadow amid
tall furble trees. Two mid-sized tents stood near each other, away from the
approaching confrontation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At the far edge of camp, a
beautiful young woman extended semi-clear claws and methodically advanced
toward a grinning young man. With each stalking step, her long white blonde
hair swung around slender hips. Her ethereal features lacked all expression.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On the opposite side of camp, to
Beth's right, stood a gorgeous hunk in a pair of red shorts and a skintight
matching muscle shirt. Six and a half feet of pure muscle rippled with barely
contained power as he flexed his arms, anticipating the coming fight. Light
green eyes twinkled with excitement. The large mint green iris left little room
for the surrounding white of his eyes, his elfin eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The large elf encouraged the
coming fight with a kissing smack of his lips, blowing the slowly approaching
young woman a sarcastic kiss. "Come on, Sarah, that's it. Show me your
true colors so I can prove to my naive twin you're nothing but a murderous
dhark warrior."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Blurred movement, racing between
the trees, caught Beth's attention.<o:p></o:p></div>
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An angry young man, with
dripping black hair and no shirt, rushed into the camp area struggling to
button a pair of tight jean shorts over obviously wet hips. "Dang it
Sarah, sheath those blasted claws. Whatever Mitch said, you can't kill
him."<o:p></o:p></div>
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His harsh order was not well
received, not by either party.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sarah's immobile face changed in
an instant, reflecting her anger. She opened her mouth, revealing lengthened
fangs and hissed at the dark haired guy who dared interrupt her fight. Not a
smart move on the wet guy's side of things, not when you considered the
bear-like claws she boasted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sarah shouldn't have had claws,
none of the other vampires did. By order of the dragons, every camper wore a
silver bracelet. The silver should've restricted her ability to extend her
claws, but the thin piece of metal obviously didn't work the way it should.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beth didn't doubt for a minute
that a fight would occur, especially since most dhark vampires had no honor.
They lived and breathed to serve their evil masters, the dhark overlords of the
Dhark Empire. And Beth knew for a fact Sarah was one of the vilest vampires
alive.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Hey, who said I started
it?" Mitch asked. The laughter in his deep voice countered his innocent
words.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mitch glanced toward Beth and
dismissed her as unimportant, returning his gaze to Sarah. He froze then
whipped his head around, staring at her in wide-eyed shock, unconsciously
taking a step toward her as if drawn toward her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His reaction mirrored most young
men she was introduced too. They ignored everyone – and everything around him –
except her. It was side effect of being Haven Valley's Alpha Prime; most
unmated men were physically drawn toward her like a khatt in heat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thankfully, she didn't see drool
dripping from his lower lip, and drool did happen. Lord Morkan's son had been
her last drooler.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She shuddered, remembering the
long slimy streaks he left behind on her beautiful green ball gown after a
single dance. She absolutely did not want the drool experience repeated.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As Mitch stared at Beth, the
large black pupils of his elfin eyes expanded, indicating either surprise or
pleasure. From his pause and huge welcoming smile, she assumed the later. Like
males who couldn't resist the pull of her animal nature, the muscle-bound Mitch
thought better with the lower half of his body and not the upper half.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Well, hello Short Stuff.”
He gave her a million dollar smile. “Jeez, for such a tiny thing, you are
stacked like Jessica Rabbit: big boobs, teeny tiny waist, and hips I can grab
hold of.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Great, just her luck, she had to
share a cabin for four months with a wannabe comedian who thought he was
Casanova. The thickheaded moron was exactly the type of guy she avoided: a
gorgeous, brawny idiot with the brain of a skrivett. She choked back a snort of
disgust, hoping she could keep her mouth shut.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Several feet away, a young woman
who had been silently combing her hair, snorted. She expertly flipped the long
mane of black hair into a ponytail and jumped off the blue surface of a long
dead furble tree. "Mitch, you're so full of it.” Without pausing, the girl
turned toward the half-dressed vampire. “Nick, it wasn't Sarah's fault. Mitch
asked her if all female exiles... well, never mind, I'm not repeating it. He
was being a butt head, acting like a five year old, instead of seventeen."<o:p></o:p></div>
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With the speed of the
Hummingbird, the dark-haired girl turned and smiled at Beth. "I'm Emily,
unofficial peacemaker for the next four months."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beth murmured a polite greeting,
while keeping Sarah and her deadly claws in view. From the moment Nick stepped
between her and the big elf, the young woman hadn't moved.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like pulling nails from wood it
took Sarah several tries to pull her eyes from Nick's glistening shoulders. Her
cool features remained emotionally frozen, but her eyes reflected a sense of
betrayal. For a split-instant, moisture seemed to pool in the vampire's eyes
then just as quickly it disappeared.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The split second glimpse of
emotion floored Beth. She knew Sarah's violent history and it didn't match what
her eyes just saw.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beams of bright sunshine broke
through the thin morning cloud-cover, turning Sarah's blue eyes bloody red. The
solid red gaze of an exile met Beth's and she wished Sarah had left her hungry
gaze on the half-naked vampire. If there was one thing in life Beth truly
detested, it was blood suckers who enjoyed hurting other people. From every report
Beth read, she knew Sarah fell in that evil category.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As Alpha Prime, Beth had access
to the portfolios of many Dhark Valley residents. Lady Sarah Trellick's folder
was very thick. She was a blood thirsty piece of filth that took extreme joy in
torturing her victims. The hideous white-haired monster needed to be
exterminated. If Beth could've attacked and killed Sarah without major
repercussions she would have.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Emily shifted from foot to foot,
drawing Beth's attention to her eager face. The girl's deep blue eyes grew
bright with barely suppressed excitement. “Oh! You smell human! That means
you're a shifter! Oh my gosh! I've been wanting to meet one so bad. I mean, I
know dragons are shifters, but that's different. What kind are you? Can you
turn into more than one shape? Does it hurt?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Brianna shoved past Beth. She
barely had time to stifle her groan before her best friend snapped at the
inquisitive girl. “That's rude! You don't ask someone what kind of shifter they
are.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh,” Emily said, a red flush of
embarrassment crossed her face. Like taking candy away from a toddler, the
teenager's lower lip drooped and all the air seemed to rush from her body.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No harm done,” Beth said,
looping her arm through Brianna's. She gently tugged, silently reminding her BFF
to behave herself. Sometimes Brianna took her duty as unofficial royal guard
way too seriously.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She briefly touched the girl
shoulder. “It would be impossible for anyone outside of Haven Valley to know
our customs and such.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah,” Mitch said harshly. A
snarl lifted his firm upper lip, revealing the sharp fangs of a vampire.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beth blinked in surprise. He
wasn't an elf, not with those wicked looking teeth. Elfin eyes and vampire
fangs made him a halfling. His next words made him a halfling with a mega-sized
attitude problem.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I know all about shifter
customs. They include torturing and eating their prey, their human prey. Do not
ever touch Emily again.” Mitch demanded in a harsh guttural voice. “You got
me?”</div>
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Until next time,</div>
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Jodie B</div>
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<a href="http://www.jodiebcooper.com/">www.jodiebcooper.com</a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-13978728485244702262012-10-26T17:34:00.000-05:002013-08-23T20:26:34.556-05:00Vampires & Trolls (A Ghost Story)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My name is Emily Andrews and I'm
a vampire. I'll start out by telling you Jodie forced me to write this. She
wants her characters to become involved in the blog.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, I for one don't agree with
her. Don't get me wrong, I love to talk, but writing is just not my thing.
Anyway, she said if I didn't agree, she'd give me a gnome for a mate. Hello!
That is just totally gross! They eat bugs and stuff. How nasty is that?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jodie is adding new stuff to the
blog, including a new type of article named Character Flash Fiction. The deal
is she picks a character and they write a blog article about their past or
whatever. Dumb, right? That's what I told her, but does she listen to me? No,
of course not, I'm just a secondary character.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My story is about trolls. I
can't believe she made me tell you, because she knows how much I hate trolls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Last summer, when I was still a
scrawny pre-pub, we went camping in the Ozarks, the Ozark Mountains inside Ozark
Valley, not the mountain range on Earth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jared (my brother) and Nick (my
cousin) had already gone through puberty. They had fangs, claws, and could
teleport among other things. As a pre-pub, I didn't have any Sídhí abilities. I
was a vampire in name only.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The three of us were playing
Hunter. It's a game created to sharpen a person's tracking ability after they
go through puberty.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I'm sure you guessed it - I was
the prey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The rules of the game stated the
hunters could not teleport or use telepathy, as if that would level the playing
field, giving the prey a chance to escape.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One evening, we decided to play
Hunter the next day so I knew about the next day's activities. That night I
packed a small fairy bag with enough food to last me all day and then some.
(For any of you mundane humans, a fairy bag keeps food fresh.) I got up at the
crack of dawn and went down to the creek, like I always did.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn't dawdle. I headed down
the edge of the creek, staying in the water. I made several false trails by
pretending to leave the creek then following my footsteps back into the water.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Three hours later, I climbed-out
of the creek using a low-hanging tree limb near the base of a washed-out area.
The dirt was crumbling, dangerous looking.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once I reached stable ground, I
started running. As a pre-pub, I wasn't very fast, but I knew my limits. I kept
a steady pace, aiming toward a towering wall of rock called Devil's gorge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That was my first mistake.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The gorge had a bad reputation
from years earlier. Supposedly, a pack of trolls herded a young pre-pub (a
vampire) into the gorge. They attacked the girl, ripping her to pieces. Most
people stayed away from the gorge, saying it was haunted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wasn't worried. The area was
one of the safest in all of Ozarks. There hadn't been a troll sighting in
years.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I reached an area just south of
the gorge, where the walls of the gorge started shrinking. I hoped to trick the
guys into thinking I had headed into the gorge, while I sat on the rim, watching
them search for me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I heard a twig snap. Well, crap.
Jared (or Nick) had tracked me, even after all my hard work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wasn't going to give up, so I pretended
like I didn't hear them and headed around the lip of the gorge, following the
rim. I circled around a large bunch of markles (a nasty goo spraying bush) and
hurried toward a tumble of boulders.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I heard a scattering of rocks
and then another branch broke.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I started climbing the smaller
boulders, heading higher. I knew the game was about over. The guys were herding
me toward a dead end. At least for me it was a dead end. There were boulders
twice and three times my mere five feet in front of me and to my left was the
edge of the gorge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That's when I smelled rotten
eggs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fear froze me. My chest
constricted and I knew I was a dead girl walking.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Among Sídhí animals, trolls are
one of the worst smelling of animals.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Neither Jared nor Nick were
hunting me, trolls were.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If I could smell them, it was
already too late to try running from them. I opened my mouth and starting
shrieking at the top of my lungs. "Trolls! Help me! Trolls!"<o:p></o:p></div>
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I ran toward the nearest bolder
and a huge, eight foot monster stood on top of it. The forest troll, with brown
and green splotches covering its nearly hairless body, jumped from foot to
foot. Bulging arms hung way past its waist, nearly to its knees. Long, lethal
black claws matched sharply pointed horns.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The troll screamed at me, a bellowing
sound that ending in hyena-like laughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The edge of the gorge was
quickly approaching. I had two choices, jump and get splattered on the rocks
below or face them and get torn to shreds as they fought over my body.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Great choices.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Inches from the edge, I skidded
to a halt. My heart felt like it was going to explode straight-out of my chest.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Turning, I faced a nightmare. A
dozen trolls stood scattered, less than twenty feet from me. Not a single troll
was less than six feet tall. I started praying.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nick appeared between the trolls
and me. Semi-white claws extended, he roared a challenge at them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jared appeared next to me. He
grabbed my arm and teleported me back to the safety of camp.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nick appeared a moment later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Are you okay?" Jared
demanding, his solid black eyes looked even darker as he shouted at me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I choked on a sob and threw
myself in his arms.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Ah, sorry, Emily."
Jared's body shook. "I didn't mean to shout at you."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"You scared the wits out of
us." Nick wrapped his arms around me. "We were still at the creek
when I heard you mentally screaming for help."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Huh?" I looked-up at
him in question. I shook my head. "I'm still a pre-pub." Pre-pubs
didn't have telepathy; he knew that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He snorted. "I guess you
started puberty through the night and a good thing you did."<o:p></o:p></div>
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I tried arguing with them, but
neither of them listened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hours later, we were at the
guardian outpost filling-out paperwork about the attack, when a guardian with white-blond haired
walked in. He had a slight smile on his face. "I heard Maggie saved your
life."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Maggie?" I'm sure I
looked as confused as I felt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yep, little Maggie Smith
was a young vampire that got lost out here some forty years ago. Trolls trapped
her up in Devil's Gorge. They killed her, ripping her in so many pieces there
weren't enough for a proper funeral. Anytime there are trolls around, she
starts shrieking in someone's head until they help her." He nodded at me
and walked away.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You can either believe me or
not, but I will tell you this, I didn't start puberty until a year later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Yours Truly,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.0pt;">
Emily Andrews<o:p></o:p></div>
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Clan Vampire<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until next time,</div>
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Jodie B Cooper</div>
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<a href="http://www.jodiebcooper.com/">www.jodiebcooper.com</a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-73497154366187042552012-10-23T21:05:00.000-05:002012-10-23T21:05:19.220-05:00Vampire's Forbidden Territory: Deleted Scene<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The following is a deleted scene out of <i>Vampire's Forbidden Territory</i>, released 10/17/12. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Take note, if you haven't read the book, you will find <b>spoilers! </b>(Scene was not edited.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Chapter - Fire!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.3in;">Clarabelle flew
silently, passing over the Basilisk Preserve, an area deep within the Sídhí
forest.</span></div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Snarling, her gray lips
curled tight above dagger-sized teeth. She knew her long, beautiful snout bore
little resemblance to its normal elegant appearance, but she couldn't help it.
Her throat ached to release pent-up dragonfire. The deadly fire bubbled deep in
the pit of her gullet, a special side-pocket connected to her throat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She didn't dare release
the tinniest wisp of her deadly fire. A single lick of her potent flame and the
rubber containers filled with fairy water would burst before she was ready. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She had wanted Harry to
fix his own mess and hopefully learn a much-needed lesson, but quenching the
forest fire, before one of the interfering guardians showed up, was more
important than training her younger brother. How he managed to live to be a
hundred twenty years old was beyond her understanding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She was cutting the
rescue of her bumbling brother much too close, but it had taken time to snatch
several containers of the expensive fire retardant. During the summer months,
the large rubber balloons containing fairy-water were stacked three deep at the
forest rangers storage facility located near Basilisk Pass. She thought she got
in and out of the facility before anyone noticed her. Trying to explain why she
was not at the Peace Camp and doing her assigned duty would be irritating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Not that anyone would
connect her sleek gray body with the traitorous member of the Khr'Vurr who
kidnapped and tortured Guardian Alexander. To put it simply, she was hiding in
plain sight. A trick easily accomplished since she was a throwback to the
powerful Vürst dragons, a dragon clan thought to be extinct long before Sídhí
appeared on Earth. The only way other dragons might guess her true heritage was
by the strength of her dragonfire, but that wasn't something she could control.
Anyway, people only noticed her elegant gray scales.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Clarabelle was a true
Vürst dragon. A Vürst dragon of Sídhí lore who could tap into the synth crystal
of her blood, extending her lovely back and tail spikes any time she wanted.
Only her mate knew the truth of her bloodline and he would never betray her. He
had been the one to encourage her current plan of action as they soaked in the
hot springs beneath his castle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She snorted in derision,
remembering the conversation. Certain members of the Khr'Vurr were becoming too
chummy with non-dragon members. The non-dragon members had been added for two
reasons, a way to extend the Khr'Vurr's power into the other valleys and a way
to search for Ancient ruins. She chuckled evilly. Non-dragon members were also
a way to create scapegoats among the Khr'Vurr. Yes, she had a lovely supply of
disposable members.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She sighed disgustedly,
knowing she would soon hand over several dragon members of the Khr'Vurr to the
guardians. She didn’t regret her decisions. A few prissy – modern thinking –
dragons needed to be culled from active duty. They'd forgotten the true purpose
of the Khr'Vurr.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">In a way, the modern
thinkers were worse than the stagnate Dragon Council.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">The Dragon Council
thought they were so smart, gathering hundreds of dragon together, dragons who
were suspected members of the Khr'Vurr, a righteous group of freedom fighters.
The council and guardians had stumbled happily along with Clarabelle’s plans as
they hosted the Peace Camp in an attempt to hunt down the members of the
Khr'Vurr.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Ha! She loved it! The
council was actually making her job easier. It helped that her own beloved mate
was a member of the council.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Hiding under the
guardian's snouts, keeping them in the dark was highly entertaining. She hadn't
felt this alive in hundreds of years. Yes, she walked a very fine wire, where
one wrong move and years of planning would blow-up in her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She wasn't concerned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">A member of the Fore’Syth
clan (a clan gifted with foresight) had 'seen' Clarabelle’s success. Failure
was not an option. She was assured a victory against the council.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">With one exception, her
plans were perking along nicely and her rise to power was slowly falling into
place. She growled deep in her throat and a tiny lick of flame curled around
her snout as her mind centered on the one disaster. No, not everything was
going as planned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">It would take the
wrinkly, little gnomes several weeks of digging to reach her sister. Fury
engulfed her. For the past few days, she had grieved for her dead sister.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Once Clarabelle healed
from her serious chest injuries (and once she calmed down), she remembered one
simple fact of life: Dragons were incredibly tough, nearly impossible to kill,
even among the other Sídhí races. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">The guardians never
searched the collapsed cavern, assuming her sister was dead. But until
Clarabelle held her sister's lifeless body, she wouldn't believe it. Her sister
was twelve hundred years old. And old Sídhí were nearly impossible to kill. Her
body could've been crushed and mangled, but as long as Ella’s head stayed
attached, she might be alive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">A thrill of anticipation
raced through her sleek body, running from her head to tail. Clarabelle had a
special reception planned for Guardian Alexander and those two wretched
teenagers responsible for her sister’s untimely accident. The fact that the
teens were now bonded lifeMates would intensify her pleasure each time one of
them screamed in agony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">The pungent smell of
burning furble needles pulled Clarabelle from her enjoyable dreams of
retribution.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Good thing Harry
mentally called for help the moment the fire started.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Her sharp eyes searched
the treetops, looking for the telltale plume of smoke. There. Of course, the
doofus had picked the meeting area in plain view of any dragon passing
overhead, right smack on the crest of a hill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She grimaced as smoke
spiraled beyond the tops of furble and pine trees. The entire area was littered
with last year's pine needles. Add in the – highly flammable – furble needles
and it was a firebug's dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Sending Harry to set-up
the next step in her plan had been foolish. She knew it, but she kept thinking
her younger brother would grow-out of his weird affliction. Sídhí were not
perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Harry was sadly lacking in
every area. Whoever heard of a dragon choking on his own smoke? Maybe once in a
while, but not every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She angled downward,
skimming past blue and green treetops. Harry appeared below her, hopping up and
down like a hibbet in heat, dashing from one blossoming blaze to the next. His
flapping wings sent gusts of oxygen to the greedy flames, increasing the size
of the burning area.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She flew lower,
preparing to drop the six desk-sized balloons of fairy-water. One by one she
staggered the balloons down the length of the grassy area. The moment the fairy
enhanced rubber detected the warmth of fire its molecular structure changed,
disintegrating the thick red rubber like a drip of water hitting a hot iron
skillet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Once the fairy water
touched air, the synth enhanced water expanded until the nasty liquid
quadrupled its original mass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">A high pitched wail
erupted from below. The furious shrieking nearly drowned the sound of Harry's
antics. Clarisse, the traitorous Clan vampire, dashed from her hiding spot
behind a cluster of large furble trees, shaking her fist in the air and
screaming obscenities at Clarabelle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 4pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">The young vampire’s
threats came out spluttered as Clarabelle dropped her last balloon. The foul
smelling liquid crashed around Clarisse, soaking the angry vampire. Under a
face full of fairy water the girl shrieked in fury.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">The horrid fairy-water,
laced with synth crystal, smelled nasty and tasted worse. The compressed liquid
filled balloon-like spheres that helicopters and dragons dropped on forest
fires that plagued the area during the dry season. The horrific smell was
something out of a nightmare, crossing spoiled milk, dog crap, and sulfur.
Whatever the twisted fairies actually did to the altered water was anyone's
best guess.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">The murky water clung to
Clarisse like slime, turning her fair colored skin a sickly yellow and her
brilliant red hair into a rather splotchy orange color.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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open area between the trees, assuring herself all the fires had been put out.
She landed. One clawed foot crunched in hot, blackened grass while the other
sank in an area drenched in fairy-water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Harry ducked his head,
refusing to meet her angry glare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Clarisse stomped up.
“Look at me! I'll never get this slimy mess out of my hair. It's horrid!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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said, snapping her jaws a hair's length from the girl's short orange hair that
lay matted around her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Clarabelle hissed at the
girl, throwing scorching heat in the girl's face without expelling any
dragonfire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stumbled backward, squalling that she could've died.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Clarabelle ignored the
teenager's foot stomping temper tantrum and turned to Harry. “Did you give her
all the instructions?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Harry quickly nodded his
head, his mottled frog green scales not looking any worse for being drenched in
the fairy water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">“You,” Clarabelle said,
turning to the girl, “leave before I decide to add a little flame. A few holes
in your body certainly wouldn't kill you, but it would teach you not to
question your betters.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">“You aren't my boss,”
Clarisse said, shaking her finger at the gray dragon. “You can be sure that my
father will hear of this atrocity.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">Clarabelle snorted. “He
has been paid for your troubles, but your continued wellbeing, as well as that
of your sister's, relies on a job well done. Now leave!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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girl flounce away, stomping through the surrounding forest as if she owned the
place. The girl had an attitude, a snotty attitude that reminded Clarabelle of
her younger self. Given enough time, the hateful little teenager might grow on
Clarabelle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Forbidden Valley: Sídhí Summer Camp #2 will be released this fall. (Note: This snippet has not been edited and is subject to change.) Enjoy!</div>
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Several days later,
Katie was on her very first – and probably last – dragon ride. A rush of
excitement streaked through her as the dragon surged through the morning sky.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Deepest black
dragon scales glinted in the silvery rays of sunshine that streaked through the
thin cloud cover. The midnight wings swept upward, looking deceptively soft as
calfskin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Two weeks ago,
before camp started, Katie would never have dreamed she'd be riding a dragon,
especially not with her very own lifeMate sitting snug behind her. She threw
her arms wide and laughed for the sheer joy of having her deepest dream come
true, a lifeMate who loved her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Enjoying
yourself, Mia Cara?” </i>Jared mentally asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sighing in
pleasure, she arched against his chest, rubbing her back against the solid bulk
of his muscle. She would never get used to Jared calling her ‘his beloved’ in
the old tongue. If she could put her joy in words, she would shout them to the
world. As it was, her lifeBonded mate felt her bubbling emotions.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jared pulled her
closer. His joy flowed into her body through their lifeBond. His deep laughter
echoed through her mind a split instant before his warm breath tickled her
pointed ear, her overly sensitive ear, making her laugh all the harder. There
were times her elf half of her heritage was more enjoyable than the vampire
half.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“I love it!”</i> Her words included not only her first ride
on a dragon, but the new road her life was taking.<i> “We can see for miles up
here.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Guardian Alexander
was flying them across miles of rugged mountains located within Dragon Valley,
a second dimensional bubble with the exact physical terrain as Earth. Hundreds
of Valleys dotted Earth, some small, some huge. Very few Sídhí Elders agreed
upon how many dimensional bubbles actually existed or even how they had been
created.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The black dragon,
whose life Katie and Jared had saved several days earlier, insisted they needed
to rejoin their cabin mates, a group of teens who were currently hiking through
the Sídhí forest surrounding the Peace Camp.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Katie snorted.
‘Peace’ was the official reason for gathering the warring Sídhí races together,
but it wasn't why the children of the most influential politicians from several
dozen of the most powerful Valleys had been invited. <i>Invited</i> being a
very loose term to what really happened, because when The Dragon Council sent
out invitations to attend summer camp they expected immediate agreement. If any
invitation went unanswered the dragons simply coerced the other Valley into
participating.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The concept of
creating a Peace Camp sounded honorable. The reality of camp was not honorable
nor peace inducing. Katie and her cabin mates found that out the hard way.
Peace between the Sídhí races had nothing to do with the four-month camp.
Finding dead bodies and becoming a walking target had that odd ‘wake-up and
smell the roses’ effect.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After the Khr'Vurr
attacked Katie and her cabin mates, Alexander had been placed in charge of
keeping Katie's group safe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Protection duty was
his official job. Unofficially, the black dragon was more concerned with
finding the people who tried to kill them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Katie hoped he
hurried. She was not a lover of cold stream baths and bugs. But until the
guardians caught the guilty parties, the teens were safer away from the main
campgrounds. At least, she hoped they would be safer. She had doubts that
anywhere was very safe. Truth be told, she felt like bait.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jared’s cheek
rubbed against her hair. <i>“I agree,” </i>he
said, letting her know he had following her train of thought.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Since they had
bonded, several days earlier, they had maintained a feather-light mental touch
on each other. Nothing intrusive, but glimpsing your beloved’s thoughts or
having him answer an unspoken thought made her feel special.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He chuckled,
kissing her neck. A firm feeling of pleasure pulsed from him as he agreed with
her unspoken view on sharing their thoughts. <i>“As long as you keep your pert little nose out of my head at Christmas
time.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“My nose is not pert,”</i> she said,
unsuccessfully trying to keep the laughter out of her voice, but knew it didn’t
work. He felt her humor as clear as she felt his.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Hmmm, your lovely nose felt pert last night
when you...”</i> he grunted to a stop as her elbow caught him between two ribs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her face turned
beet red as she snuggled deeper in his embrace.<i> “Wretch,”</i> she grumbled.<i> “We
agreed the nose episode was not to be spoken about, not ever.”</i> <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Mia Cara, having your nose, covering in
whipped cream…”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Enough,”</i> she groaned, covering her face
with both hands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He snuggled against
her neck, gently kissing her. <i>“I love the
taste of Mia Cara flavored whipped cream.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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She snorted,
knowing she’d never be able to drink another cream covered strawberry shake
without glancing to see where he was at. <i>“Next
time you ‘accidently’ bump my elbow when I’m drinking a shake, I’ll pay you
back triple time. Got me, handsome?”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Might be worth it. Kissing the cream off
your nose made it the best tasting shake I’ve ever had,”</i> he said. His
laughter and sincerity swirled inside her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was hopeless.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Glad you thought so. Unfortunately, Council
Woman Cornelia thought we were both insane.”</i> Shaking her head, she abruptly
changed the subject. <i>“I don’t think the
council is going to give Sarah the info she needs to protect Trellick Valley.
Do you?”</i> she asked, worry over their failure to gain protection for Sarah’s
home valley colored her thoughts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Katie knew she had
to help Sarah keep Trellick Valley safe, but she didn’t have a clue how to
manage it. The head of the dragon council certainly had not sounded very
encouraging. The woman hadn’t believed a word they said, even when Alexander –
the council woman’s own grandson – told her about testing Sarah’s story.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The woman insisted
they were exaggerating the truth, because no valley could be a portal hub.
After four thousand years – in the council woman’s words – someone would have
slipped-up trying to keep such a huge secret.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The council woman
had argued that there was no way a valley could maintain hundreds of permanent
portals into all the other valleys, especially Trellick Valley. The Dhark Lords
would have jumped at the opportunity to invade all the other valleys. And it
was common knowledge that Trellick Valley was a steadfast and very loyal member
of the Dhark Empire.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Katie’s back
vibrated as Jared growled deep in his chest. <i>“I pray she doesn’t find out the hard way that Sarah is telling the
truth.” </i>All his previous teasing left his voice, leaving his words flat
with anger. <i>“If that spike-covered dragon
actually saw Sarah form javelins from the synth in her blood then it won’t take
long for her to make the only possible connection.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“That Sarah is Chi’Kehra,”</i> Katie said.
Dread filled her at the very thought of the dragon ‘freedom’ fighters finding
out about a weapon more deadly than dragonfire. <i>“Sarah would never willingly help the self-proclaimed freedom
fighters.” </i>The Khr'Vurr, as they called themselves, were a group of dragons
who were infamous for kidnapping and torturing innocent people in a warped
attempt to seize control of the dragon council. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“I think that’s the real reason why Alex is
using us as bait,”</i> Jared said. His emotions flickered between sour
acceptance and frustration. <i>“He knows as
well as we do that the Khr'Vurr or the Dhark Lords would be unstoppable with Sarah
on their side.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“She’d never help them,”</i> Katie repeated
forcefully. Without question, she trusted Sarah. Her gut instinct demanded that
trust. And one thing she had learned long ago was to trust her gut. Her gut
instinct had saved her family’s life more than once when they lived in the
mundane world.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“And if they kidnapped Nick? Threatened to
kill him?”</i> Jared asked softly, completely knocking the wind out of her
argument.<o:p></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.5pt;">She shivered at the
thought. The same instinct that demanded she trust Sarah twisted in a fleeting
glimpse of the possible future. Without a single doubt, Sarah would destroy
anything or anyone who stood between her and her mate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-22992165172890562262011-08-21T14:56:00.000-05:002011-08-21T14:56:00.471-05:00Less Writing TimeHi!<br />
<br />
Friday I accepted a full-time job. Yay! I've been job-hunting for a while.<br />
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Unfortunately, this means I will not be writing full time.<br />
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All book release dates that I have previously posted are now inaccurate. I will try to release Forbidden Valley: Sídhí Summer Camp #2 by Christmas, but I can't promise. Both series and blog posts will continue, but at a slower pace.<br />
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I love writing! Unfortunately, those pesky little bills keep piling up! I'll keep tabs on Facebook & Twitter, but it will be limited.<br />
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Have a great weekend!!<br />
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Jodie B. Cooper<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-54126342808895661852011-08-10T18:16:00.001-05:002011-08-10T18:17:01.095-05:00Gnome's Revenge!<div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ozark Valley: Branson, Missouri</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The school year is about to start! Of course, a trip to the mall is an absolute must as teens search for that perfect outfit and accessories.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like my best friend Kerry, parents are scrambling with last minute emergencies. I think Kerry does a grand job. She hands her daughter a visa debit card with a certain amount on it then takes Angela and her friends to the mall of the girl's choice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let me back up, before I tell you Angela's grand <strike>adventure</strike>, um catastrophe. - Yes, for a sixteen year old, it was a horrifying catastrophe! - You need a smidgen of background. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angela is a vampire. She doesn’t act it, but she is gorgeous with hip-length white-blond hair and a body any movie star would kill for. She loves people. Her dark blue eyes literally sparkle when she meets a new person. As a side note, she handled the Sasquatch attack over last weekend tremendously well, much better than I did.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, she has never met a person she didn't like. She trusts everyone and lives life in a very carefree way. She'll try anything once. Her attitude is jump first, look afterwards because if you look first, you might not jump.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Poor girl might re-think jumping before looking next time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kerry took Angela and three of her friends to Oakland Mall in Branson, Missouri within Ozark Valley. Ozark Valley is predominately an elvish valley. The remaining twenty-five percent of the population is a mixed potpourri with vampires, dragons, fairies, and gnomes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oakland Mall is humongous. I mean it puts The Mall of America in the mundane world to shame. Three levels below ground and four upper levels above ground sprawl across an entire square mile. It has four motels, hundreds of restaurants and kiosks, an inside carnival, a water park that has tube rides going down the length of the mall and back, three movie theatres, a paint ball range, wyvern rides on the roof, putt-putt golf, half dozen arcades, a gateway terminal connecting dozens of valleys, and an uncountable number of retail outlets.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A family could spend their entire vacation at Oakland. The mall is a neutral spot where people from every valley are welcome to visit, no matter their race or political affiliation, without fear of attack. The mall guards deal with any attack swiftly and with severe penalties, including missing body parts, a silver collar, and hung by culprit's ankles in the courtyard.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Back to the story!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angela's first mistake was visiting Maurice's Fairy Emporium.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Maurice's is a chain of fairy owned retail shops that carry a wide variety of beauty products, anything and everything imaginable is available. Do you want to have natural blue blushing cheeks, pink eyelashes, or glow-in-the-dark skin? Visit Maurice's and you'll find a fairy made product that will do exactly what you want.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wait! That 'wait' is a major warning. Please, be sure to read the fine print on every single container even if they look identical.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angela walked into Maurice's, exclaiming it was an awesome store. Never one to mix words, she voiced her disappointment when the clerk was a gnome and not a fairy like all the T.V. ads showed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, that went over like a ton of bricks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She told the shop clerk, a wrinkly faced gnome, she wanted to dye her hair to match the school colors. She's the newest member of the cheerleading team and wanted to make a great impression. Her words, not mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">However, I'm sure she meant a great impression on the male half of the school body.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her idea was actually great. She wanted a dye that she could wash in and then rinse out after each game. Too bad, she made the little gnome mad at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After she bought the dye, Angela and her cohorts went straight to the bathroom. The silver dye was a foam formula that rubbed into dry hair. The additional blue streaks were to be combed into the hair within five minutes of applying the base color.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Never trust a gnome that you've made angry. They are vindictive little people with a heart of mischief, a very dangerous combination.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The fine print on the bottle stated that the dry foam, unlike the liquid that had to be rinsed, was not to be used on a vampire.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They didn't read the instructions, covering Angela's hair in dry foam and rubbing it in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At first, her scalp tingled.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her friends added an inch-wide blue streak that curled around her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The tingling sensation began to itch.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">Her hair turned silver, the streak of vivid blue intensified the color of her eyes. </span>Looking in the mirror, she tentatively touched her hair in awe.</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She grinned, eagerly combing her fingers through the silky strands. A huge chunk of hair came out! Paralyzed, she watched as the shiny silver strands slid through her fingers and floated to the floor.<span class="apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angela shrieked louder than a Sasquatch on a hunt.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her friends jumped back as if she was contagious and stared in mounting horror.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angela smoothed her hands over her head as if trying to keep it in place. Swaths of hair fell out. Suddenly, all at once, her remaining hair fell out. She stood, jaw dropped staring at her utterly baldhead in the mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By the time her mom arrived, the other girls had gone after the gnome leaving Angela hiding in a bathroom stall. The gnome had disappeared without a trace. </span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="BLOGPosts">I'll apologize right now Sídhí History IV is extremely boring. This will be the final part of the Sídhí History series unless I'm requested to write more.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><br />
</div><div class="BLOGPosts">It took years, but eventually the synth crystal spread out like veins under the crust of the land, creating springs and underground streams. Each Spring of Crystal was unique; it absorbed characteristics from its surrounding environment.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><br />
</div><div class="BLOGPosts">I've seen copies of the Last Scientist's diary or 'scientific journal.' He never realized the synth crystal would absorb the elements surrounding it, changing each Crystal Spring in the tiniest way. He didn't know these tiny changes would create dozens of different races once people became infected with synth crystal.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><br />
</div><div class="BLOGPosts">Essentially, every Crystal Spring Changed the people within a specific geographic location creating a wide variety of synth enhanced races across the face of Sídhí. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b>The Elfhiem Empire</b> - The eyes of the elves changed, not in shape, but in color. The iris grew until nearly no white showed and the pupil became larger. Their ears grew more pointed and a bit taller, becoming very sensitive to physical touch. An elf is marginally faster than most other races.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b>The Northern VamPyre</b> - The vampires became walking weapons with fingernails that extended into bear-like claws. The slightly pointed canine teeth became retractable fangs. They now had the ability to suck blood. Vampires who lived primarily on blood had solid blood red eyes in direct sunshine. Those who ate solid foods had solid black eyes in direct sun.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><br />
</div><div class="BLOGPosts">The bite of a vampire has three outcomes. First, a simple bite that sucked blood from the victim. Second, a bite that injected venom into the victim and Changed that person into a vampire. Third, a bite between mates that injected a sexual stimulant into the mate's bloodstream.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b>The Shifting Highlands</b> - The amber eyes of a shifter changed into various colors depending on the sub-race. The eyes of a shifter either glow or change color when emotions run high. Shifters received the ability to change their shape into a specific animal, growing stronger as they aged. Dragon, khatts, and werewolves are among the known sub-races.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b>The Atlantis Continent</b> - The people of Atlantis had the widest changes and were not uniform at all. Called Fairy as a race, they have five castes: Royal, Warrior, Merchant, Artist, and Common. Among those castes are numerous sub-races including nymphs, sirens, & pixies.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><b>Gnome Grotto</b> - The eyes of a gnome became a uniform pale yellow. They have short, fuzzy red hair. The tallest among them are no taller than four feet. They are very slender with wrinkly faces, like a Shar Pei puppy.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><br />
</div><div class="BLOGPosts">The people of Sídhí have seven senses: sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch, telepathy, and instinct. The strength of each sense varies widely between the races.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts">Of course, there are also many anomalies, including teleportation. Several races can teleport including vampires and dragons.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><br />
</div><div class="BLOGPosts">This is not a complete listing of races or abilities that would be impossible for a simple mundane like myself to record.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><br />
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-29783186538565887882011-08-06T18:04:00.000-05:002011-08-06T18:04:44.406-05:00Sasquatch Attack! part II<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Clan Valley: Lake Eufaula, Oklahoma</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Sasquatch Attack continued…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">A quick catch up… Some friends and I, along with our beloved pets, were visiting Mordecai's Sasquatch Ranch for the weekend. To know more, read yesterday's post. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Gorman, the Sasquatch, shrieked in fury as the water trough slammed down on top of his head. Water drenched his long fur. He looked like a nine-foot drowned rat with giant teeth and claws.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">He threw a hissy fit, smashing the water trough to the ground. He stomped on it until it resembled a pancake. He took the pancake and threw it toward the visitors.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">In Gorman's defense, I'm sure he was aiming at Chief and Pumpkin.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Gorman took a running leap at the electrified fence. The fence must not have a very high charge, because he clung to it with the tenacity of a blood sucking leech. Hair smoking, he clung to the electrified surface, shrieking at the top of his lungs.<br />
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Thankfully, Mordecai arrived before Gorman managed to climb any higher and shot him with a tranquilizer dart, knocking the Sasquatch out.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Mordecai politely suggested I either leave or move to another part of the ranch. He said, Sasquatch remember things. I snorted and said he worried too much. I certainly wasn't worried.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">I mean really, Kerry, one of my best friends and her husband, Mick, are vampires. Even if Gorman managed to escape from his pen, they could stop Gorman.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">:face palm:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Next time, I'll listen to the old vampire's advice. Please, don't tell Mordecai I'll listen to him. Like most vampires, his ego is already mammoth sized.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">It was nearly 3:00 AM when I heard a soft scratching sound at my window. I knew it was three in the morning, because the red numbers glowing on my ceiling said so. I hate being woke-up by weird noises. It's usually a chirping cricket or a buzzing morag stuck in the window screen. That drives me nuts.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">I stumbled out of bed and lifted the window, before looking out. Yes, I know, how dumb was that, but I never thought about. Honest, I didn't!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">I came face to face with Gorman. His eyes glowed green and he shrieked at me. That dual tone scream that announces a Sasquatch is on the hunt.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Death looked me in the face and shrieked, sending shards of icy terror through my chest.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Oh yeah, I didn't know I could move that fast. I flew away from that window.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">I scrambled backward, screeching at the top of my lungs. Chief's barking mingled with my blood curdling screams and Gorman's shrieks.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Gorman plowed through the flimsy screen, ignoring Chief and came straight at me.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Thank goodness for Kerry and Mick. They came running into my bedroom and attacked Gorman.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Two full grown - very angry - vampires were way more than Gorman planned on. He squealed like a stuck pig and dashed out the window. Actually, he took the entire window frame and part of the wall with him.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">All is well that ends well. No one got hurt and Mordecai moved Gorman to his ranch in New Mexico. Believe it or not, Mordecai said we were still welcome at the ranch.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper<o:p></o:p></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/</span><br />
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-48581199842431222902011-08-05T21:34:00.000-05:002011-08-05T21:34:28.058-05:00Sasquatch Attack!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Clan Valley: Lake Eufaula, Oklahoma</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;">Would someone please tell me how one dog can cause so much chaos? Honestly, I can't very well wring his neck for nearly getting me killed. Can I?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>When I take a trip, my German shepherd, Chief, goes with me. He loves it when I visit friends in Clan Valley.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>A group of us met at Mordecai's Sasquatch Ranch on Lake Eufaula. It's one of our all-time favorite destinations. With cabins, jet skis, boats, grills, horses, wyvern… well, you get the idea. They have everything for a fun getaway.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Well, last night we started the long weekend with a swim in the lake and a cookout. Yes, it is hot, but we purchased a gallon of cooling charm. A cooling charm must be used under a roof or a tree, something that provides shade. You see, a cooling charm is fairy made. It comes in quart and gallon sized. Simply spray the liquid on the ground and on the ceiling (or tree) and ta-da the area drops by twenty degrees! I love it!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Anyway, Chief and Pumpkin (Kerry's Pomeranian) were running around the camp site causing more racket than ten marching bands. I finally bribed Kerry's daughter, Angela, to take them for a walk.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>No harm, no foul… I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Mordecai's Ranch raises Sasquatch or Big Foot as many of my mundane readers call them. Sasquatch hate being teased and they remember everything. I mean, I tossed Big Tom (a Sasquatch stud) a chunk of meat three years ago and didn’t feed the Sasquatch in the pen next to him. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Gorman remembered! (Gorman was the Sasquatch in the pen next to Big Tom) Every time I visit Mordecai's, Gorman starts howling at me. It doesn't matter that I've fed him since that first encounter; he refuses to come near anything I feed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Where was I? Oh, right! Sasquatch are vindictive wretched monsters!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>The water troughs in the Sasquatch pens are built four feet off the ground with a permanent high-powered cooling charm painted on them. The high-powered charm drops the water temperature and the area beneath the trough by thirty degrees!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>To stay cool, Gorman had crawled under his water trough, leaning his back against the fence, ignoring the people watching him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>I really love my dog, but I could kill him right about now. Chief wiggled under the first security fence, sneaking up behind Gorman as if the Sasquatch was a rabbit, not a freaking huge monster.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Pumpkin, the teeny-tiny Pomeranian followed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>How they both remained silent is beyond my understanding; they are never quiet. They stood a foot behind the nine-foot creature and barked. Loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>:Sigh: I'm not sure Mordecai will ever let Chief visit again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Gorman shot straight up, plowing into the underside of the metal water trough. The trough flew up and straight back down, smacking Gorman a second time on the top of the head.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>The dogs barked madly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Angela screamed for help.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>The Sasquatch on either side of Gorman's pen howled and pointed at Gorman, giving the equivalent of a Sasquatch laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Gorman shrieked in fury!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 10.0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><span>Until next time - Jodie B. 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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-63752414713641407262011-08-04T23:29:00.000-05:002011-08-04T23:29:51.600-05:00Synth Changed Canadian Geese<div class="BLOGPosts"></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Trellick Valley: Tulsa, Oklahoma</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I finally finished it!</span></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Before I tell you today's news, I have a quick self-serving plug: <i><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/79071">Stolen</a></i>, book three in the Song of the Sídhí series is now available!</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Short description: Every vampire has a destined lifeMate, a mate who is a perfect match, but what happens when that perfect mate is stolen?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Okay, thanks for listening to my plug!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The heat wave continues to worsen, affecting people and animals.</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today I'm posting my report from Tulsa, Oklahoma in Trellick Valley. For anyone concerned over my well being, I've been assured that as a member of the press I will not be detained. You see, Trellick Valley is under independent ruler ship, but it is also part of the Dhark Empire. They keep mundane humans as blood slaves.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, the reason I'm here is to cover the early migration of Canadian geese.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yes, I know what you're thinking, dumb woman, geese don't migrate in early August.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, geese that have been Changed by synth crystal don't follow natural rules of nature.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fifty percent larger than their brethren in the mundane world, Changed Canadian geese have red bellies, bills, and feet. They have several rows of quarter-inch serrated teeth and their eyes glow red in the dark.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In addition to grain, they supplement their diet with small rodents and fish.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Several flocks have converged on the Arkansas River. A report from Trellick Fish & Wildlife estimate over a thousand birds are in a ten-mile radius.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In this heat, food is growing slim. I don't think the area will have a mouse or squirrel problem for years to come. Unfortunately, with the lack of food the geese have turned the next easy meal. Many have developed a taste for domestic animals, specifically cats, toy dogs, and puppies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Reports of family pets gone missing are flooding Trellick Guard Headquarters. The guards hands are tied, as Canadian geese are a protected species of the Dhark Empire.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lord Trellick petitioned the Dhark High Court to lift the protection, but his request was denied. He is urging residents to keep all small children and family pets inside until the flock moves south. Anyone caught killing a goose will fall under Dhark Empirical law, not Trellick law.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The penalty for killing a goose is five years in a silver collar and sold into five years of slavery to the highest bidder.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="BLOGPosts"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-8976644435173055552011-08-03T23:31:00.000-05:002011-08-03T23:31:34.790-05:00Scorching Hot Temps & Tempers!<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br />
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Earth: Tulsa, Oklahoma<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For everyone following the History of Sídhí it will continue in a few days. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The temperatures have reached the scorching hot level, so have tempers. Mixing Sídhí, hot temps & hotter tempers is so not a good idea.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Today it hit 115 degrees and the weatherman has forecast triple digits all week. I am so very ready for fall and cooler weather.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Anyway, as the temperature rises, so do tempers especially when speaking of a vampire's rather volatile state of mind. Throw in the fact the vampire in question had his very pregnant lifeMate with him and it was an instant recipe for disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Breaking up fights between angry vampires is nothing new to Clan Guardians, but yesterday may have been a first for them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As many of you know, I live in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma (Earth) which is a Sídhí Hot Spot. Specifically, a Hot Spot is where several valleys have gateways that open onto Earth. I'm sure I don't know about all the gateways, but I'm aware of ten in a hundred-mile radius of the Tulsa Metro.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Three gateways open from Clan Valley, one from The Dhark Valley, two from Trellick Valley (and everyone knows Trellick Valley is allied with the Dhark Valley,) three from Ozark Valley, and one from Dragon Valley.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well, let me tell you mixing clan vampires, dhark vampires, dhark elves, elves, and dragons all in a small area, an area populated by mundane humans, is a mega-recipe for disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Woodland Hills Mall is one of the most popular shopping areas in Tulsa. On a weekend, it's nearly impossible to find a parking spot near a door. A Wednesday should not have presented a problem, but for whatever reason the mall was jam packed full.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Take 115 degrees, reflecting off all that asphalt and add in no parking and the temperature at the mall rose into the volcano range or maybe that was the tempers. At this point, it's rather hard to distinguish the two.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thomas Andrews, a clan vampire who happens to be a great, great, great nephew of High Councilman Warren Andrews, circled the parking lot for twenty minutes searching for a spot. His lifeMate, Shawna, is fifteen weeks pregnant and he didn't want her walking that far in the heat. Of course, she refused to get out at the door. Understandable, as most lifeMates prefer a little discomfort over being separated from their mates, especially while visiting Earth.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For the mundanes among us, a Sídhí pregnancy has a gestation of sixteen weeks. To say that Shawna can't see her toes is a mild understatement.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thomas finally found a spot and started to pull into it when Marvin LispPertle, a dhark vampire (also known as an exile vampire or a blood-drinking vampire,) darted into the spot nearly hitting Thomas' car with his Corvette.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The shouting match quickly turned into a fight. The details are mixed. Thomas and Shawna say Marvin threw the first punch and Marvin accuses Thomas of kicking him first. The cameras were unable to catch the beginning of the fight as they were behind a Hummer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The first image caught on tape is Thomas tossing Marvin a hundred feet, slamming him into a cement wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">At that point, Shawna called Clan Guardians.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Before the guardians had time to arrive, Marvin picked up several smaller cars and began tossing them at Thomas. Marvin slammed a Honda Accord into Thomas' Lexus. Shawna was still inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thomas went insane. Do not ever threaten the life of a lifeMate, not ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In a matter of seconds, Thomas tossed the Accord off the Lexus and ripped the roof off the black car. The back seat was crushed, but front was relatively undamaged.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Shawna was terribly shaken up, but other than a few scrapes she is fine.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Once Thomas assured himself Shawna was okay, he attacked Marvin.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By this time, mall security had arrived closely followed by Tulsa police. They pulled guns and shouted on bullhorns, but nothing stopped Thomas' rampage.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thomas broke Marvin's back, crushed his rib cage, ripped off one arm and a foot before Clan Guardians arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Clan Guardians swarmed the area, wiping mundane memories and destroying cameras and videos.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">They tried approaching Thomas, but he was too far gone. His vampire instincts had thrown him into a frenzy. Shawna finally coaxed him away from Marvin, getting him into the back of a guardian's SUV.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Lower Clan Council refused to condemn Thomas' actions, citing he was simply protecting his lifeMate.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Marvin refused a Clan Healer. Once his synth crystal stopped the bleeding, he was transported to the Dhark Valley gateway.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The healer assured me, even without her assistance, Marvin would not have any lasting damage. Depending upon his age, his bones would heal first then his body would start re-growing his lost arm and foot.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I'm under the impression that re-growing a severed limb is rather painful. It might be due to the fact, Guardian Gareth snickered that it served Marvin right for the pain he caused Thomas in attacking his pregnant lifeMate.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/">http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/<o:p></o:p></a></span></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></div></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-8224327466612597322011-08-02T23:59:00.006-05:002011-08-03T00:11:00.026-05:00Sídhí History part III<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 2.9pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 2.9pt;">Earth: Tulsa, Oklahoma<br />
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Continued - <o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Before I continue with the series on Sídhí History, I wanted to tell you a quick bit of actual news.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">There has been a report of a two vampires fighting at Woodland Hills Mall located in Tulsa, Oklahoma (Earth.) I don't have all the details, but I heard mall security caught the fight on video. Yeah, no way a mundane could miss vampires fighting, not when they can teleport and can pick-up cars.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Anyway, when I find-out the details I'll let you know!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Sídhí History - part III<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Picking up from yesterday, the people of Sídhí didn't comprehend the magnitude of the changes their bodies would soon go through.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">At first, the most apparent change was physical appearance. White-haired grannies woke-up with satiny soft dark hair and young bodies.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Wait a minute. I'm getting ahead of myself. First, you must understand the people of Earth and the people of Sídhí are similar, yet different. We are all human, to one extent or another.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">On Earth, race is defined by a person's appearance and geography.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">On Sídhí, before synth crystal was released - when people lived and died of natural causes - race was also defined by appearance and geography, but not in the same way.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">The people of The Elfhiem Empire had slightly pointed ears; a very large percentage of the population was highly intelligent. They tended to be highly educated, preferring mental games to physical. To be an elf was synonymous with arrogance.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">The people of The Northern VamPyre had slightly pointed canine teeth. Overall, most vampires were very physically active, preferring any type of outdoor game or activity to sitting around and reading a book. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">The people of the Atlantis Continent were mixed in their physical appearances. Fairy lived in clans that specialized in craft, war, art, or served the royals. Each sub-clan had very specific characteristics. The Siren Clan had velvety soft voices to the south and harsh guttural voices to the north. The Banshee Clan had blue hair. The Land Clan had dark brown eyes and stubby noses. That's only naming a few; the Atlantis Continent was home to hundreds of different sub-clans.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">The people of the Shifting Highlands had amber eyes. They lived in clans. Most clans were nomadic, traveling from mountains to the sea, traveling the same routes year after year. Normally, they camped near a river or natural spring sharing the water with whatever wild animals lived in the area. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">The people of Gnome Grotto had pale yellow eyes and brilliant red hair. They lived in groups called clutches, within the numerous deserted caverns under the Continent of WormWood.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">I could write all day. There are many more races, but I believe five races will be sufficient for the purpose of this article.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">To explain how each race changed, I must back up a bit.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">As you know, from the previous articles, The Last Scientist never planned on creating a clean source of power for the dying world of Sídhí. From his preserved diaries, we know more about him than the people of that long ago time.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Not only did he provide the basic research for synth crystal, he also provided the rarest of all ingredients, Black Matter. The diaries didn't provide the details of how he manipulated the rare elements. Good thing since I couldn't explain it even if he had!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Essentially, modern day Sídhí scientists believe he took years of genetic and nano research and somehow created a form of programmable nano genetics. He attached these nano genetics to Black Matter at the cellular level.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Sídhí scientist say what he did should have been impossible. It defied every law of science, but it worked.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">I'll go into further detail tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;">Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper<o:p></o:p></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-14407331086599294592011-08-01T01:07:00.015-05:002011-08-01T01:07:00.342-05:00History of Sídhí<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Continued</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sídhí Home World</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The liquid substance was almost clear, milky-white. It poured like water. It had no odor. When heated it did not get hot, refusing to boil it remained room temperature. The crystal could not be ignited, nor could it be used to power the abandoned nuclear reactors. It did not react like any form of known energy.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, why did the scientists believe it was pure energy? Simple, when placed in a vacuum it expanded. It did not release any by-product, keeping its original elemental structure while increasing its physical size.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They believed it was a clean source of energy. All they had to do was figure out the trigger, how to make it work, how to make it power the dying world.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Late one night, the original scientist disappeared with a full container of the synth crystal. The next morning, they found his note. There was no synth crystal in the facility; he had dumped the entire contents into the emergency waste chute. No one knew how he managed to by-pass dozens of protocols, dumping the substance into the cavern system below the research facility.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">His note was actually an admission of guilt. His research into a theoretical power source had never meant to replace the world's exhausted energy. No, the synth crystal contained a lifetime's work of genetic engineering among other technologies such as Nano-engineering and the rare element of Black Matter.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While the remaining scientists tried to recreate the synth crystal, the military made every attempt to reach to dumped liquid, but it was unrecoverable seeming to have disappeared into thin air. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The dumped synth crystal drained into the deepest of chasms.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As the people of Sídhí were soon to find out there was more than a single way for synth crystal to expand. Deep in the soil, it expanded filling natural caverns and crevasses. It reacted exactly as the original scientist, whom we now call the Last Scientist or the First Ancient One, planned. The synth crystal leaked into the water table as it flowed through the earth, splitting time and time again.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">People everywhere became infected. The changes in their physical bodies appeared rapidly as each of them went through twenty-one days of 'puberty.' Their bodies changed, growing younger in some cases and maturing in others.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/</span></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-86046364108441559892011-07-31T13:14:00.008-05:002011-07-31T13:14:00.238-05:00Sídhí Beginnings<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
home world of Sídhí</span><br />
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<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">One
quick bit of news before I attempt to become a storyteller of grand
proportions. LOL</span></div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">As
you know, Raphael (mega-singer songwriter) Thumped me the other day
announcing that he found his lifeMate. Well, I have it on good
authority that Raphael doesn't know who the lucky girl is! She hasn't
come forward and he doesn't want to announce that she hasn't. Can you
imagine the reaction of millions of die-hard fans from every valley
around the world? He'd be swarmed with women swearing their synth
crystal sang for him, naming him their lifeMate.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
second bit of news is a bit more disturbing. Reports from London,
France (Earth) and San Francisco, California (Earth) indicate Elf
Hunts are on the rise. Historically, hunts targeted mundanes and
vampires, capturing mundanes for slaves and killing the vampires.</span></div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
majority of elf ruled valleys outlawed Elf Hunts years ago, no doubt
due to vampire's retaliation methods. Vampires hunted down Elf
Hunters then killed them and all of the hunter's blood kin, a very
effective warning.</span></div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I'll
keep you updated on the Elf Hunts.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">On
to the requested history lesson, hopefully it won't bore you to
tears. Please, let me know if it does.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Why
are Sídhí different from mundanes? Why do they have seven senses
and not five? Why do they heal rapidly and stay eternally young?</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Well,
I hope to answer your questions over a series of brief articles.</span></div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Tens
of thousands of years ago, there was a highly advanced civilization
on a world named Sídhí. Technology so advanced modern scientist
would either scratch their heads or call them higher beings.
Unfortunately, highly advanced did not mean smarter.</span></div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Like
Earth, Sídhí had a fixed amount of natural resources. In their
arrogance, they ignored the warning signs as they drilled deeper for
oil, carved huge swaths out of the soil searching for coal, air
became thick and putrid, and unfiltered water undrinkable.</span></div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Scientists
screamed warnings, but no one listened until it was too late.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Governments
rationed fossil fuels. As people became desperate for fuel to heat
their homes entire forests were cut down in a handful of years.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">War
broke out between the nations, each blaming the other. War hastened
the inevitable. Every drop, every crumb of natural fuel/gem/metal was
cut from the world. All that remained above ground was rapidly used
up or in storage facilities.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">A
scientist, whose real name has been long forgotten, proposed a plan.
He believed energy could be created with no waste by-product unlike
nuclear energy. He argued pure energy should expand exponentially
(grow by itself) and not expend energy unless triggered.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">It
sounded like a hair-brained theory, but it was their best hope. Each
nation agreed upon a cease-fire.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Scientists
from around the world came together. They started-out using the
original scientist's research. Safety precautions grew lax as they
became desperate.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">After
a time, they created a substance they nicknamed, synth crystal. To
say synth crystal was unique implied simplicity; it was such a feeble
description for the most powerful energy ever created. At least the
scientists all believed it was power beyond anyone's wildest dreams.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Until
next time - Jodie B. Cooper</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/">http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/</a></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-872121538587865212011-07-30T22:00:00.000-05:002011-07-30T22:00:15.605-05:00Atlantis Report on Kraken Nets Threat!<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Broken
Arrow, Oklahoma: Earth</span><br />
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Well!
The very small news clip I wrote about the theft of kraken eggs from
Atlantis Valley brought me a little bit of unwanted attention.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
Khr'Vurr, a terrorist organization based in Dragon Valley, sent me a
present. Yes, I know, Guardian Alexander did warn me not to agitate
them. (See news reports July 18 & 19)</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">This
morning I opened my front door and found a dead skrivett - a nasty
soccer ball sized rodent covered in leaky pus that smelled like
warmed-up sewer - hanging ten feet above the ground in an old oak
tree. The Khr'Vurr hung it with an Old Western type noose and wrapped
my favorite blue scarf around its hind leg.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
nerve! What were they thinking! I live on Earth. Hello? What if a
mundane had seen their little gift?</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Honestly,
I still don't know how they managed to sneak into my house and steal
my scarf. I can't believe Chief, my three-year-old German Shepherd,
didn't go nuts. He barks when the crape myrtle brushes the window.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I'll
never look at scarves the same way again.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Let
me tell you what they wrote on the note.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">They
didn't give me a dire threat like, “Stay out of our business or
we'll kill you.” No, I think I hit a nerve with yesterday's news
clip. The note said, “Only a certified idiot would stick her nose
where it wasn't wanted. Your Loving Readers, The Khr'Vurr."</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Well,
I have no doubt in my mind that note proves the Khr'Vurr stole those
kraken eggs. I called Guardian Alexander to tell him my theory. Do
you know what his response was?</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">He
hung up on me!</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Moronic
idiots, I'm surrounded by them!</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">On
to a happy note, I received a request from a reader! I'm so excited!
In the letter, Miss Clara Burnstien longtime resident of Stigler,
Oklahoma (Earth) and a Land Fairy pointed out that many of my readers
are mundane. Of course, I already knew this, but she went on to say
my readers might want to hear about Sídhí's history. Well, not
simply history, but how the dozens of Sídhí races came into being.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">She
said, "…the few mundanes the Council allows to know about
Sídhí are sure to be curious about our origins. And while you're
telling them about the Ancient Ones and how they nearly destroyed us
be sure to tell them a few of our beloved stories."</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I
wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'beloved stories' and I wasn't
going to ask. The woman talks faster than a speeding bullet. I got in
about three words during our hour long phone call."</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I
think she meant mundanes would like to hear small stories about
special people sprinkled through Sídhí history. Yeah, like I'm an
expert on Sídhí history. Whatever, I'll do my best.</span></div>
<br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Until
next time - Jodie B. Cooper</span></div>
<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0.02in; margin-top: 0.02in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/">http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/</a></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-75687171319091113202011-07-29T20:27:00.000-05:002011-07-29T20:27:31.808-05:00Phoenix Attacks HikersInitial reports from DaKine Valley were not alarming. They issued
a brief news alert reminding hikers within the DaKine National Preserve not to disturb
nesting phoenix.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
After a few phone calls, I found out a pair of phoenix are
terrorizing hikers.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
The highly popular tourist destination, known worldwide for its
exotic wildlife, is located in the Pacific Ocean with a dimensional footprint
that overlays Hawaii and a large portion of the Pacific Ocean.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
The volcanoes dotting the DaKine Valley are the preferred hunting
and mating grounds for many Sídhí breeds including phoenix, lava sprite, and
salamander.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
It's unknown why the pair of phoenix has been attacking
hikers. Both birds appear well fed and they do not have fledglings. After each
incident, the hikers swear they did not antagonize the birds.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
To date, the fire dripping birds have attacked thirty-two
people. I found it rather odd all of the victims have been elves. I mentioned
this to Hillary Hursliegh, administrative assistant to the tourism chair, Lord
Samuel Pinkle. Both are dragons.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Hillary bluntly told me I was grasping at straws, trying to in-flame
a boring story into a serious incident.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
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Of course, I'm sure the seventeen elves that received third-degree
burns might take offense to the attacks being considered anything less than
serious.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Hubert Pinkle, no relation to Lord Samuel, captured a recent
attack on video. It showed the female phoenix dive-bombing several elves, splashing
them with flames as it dripped off her feathers. While the female held the
elves attention, the male landed on each tent and shook, throwing drips of
flame onto the material.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Lord Samuel and The DaKine Tourist Association down played the
video, attempting to blame the elves for entering the phoenix's nesting area.
The elves insist they didn't go near the restricted area.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
In fact, one of the elves heard a high-pitched dog whistle
several minutes before the initial attack. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
After hearing the elves' side of the story, I contacted Hubert
and asked for a copy of the video, which he sent to me. On the video, I found
the brief image of a man near the lip of the volcano crater waving at the
birds. Zooming in, the man had a whistle to his mouth and was none other than
Lord Samuel Pinkle.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
I turned my information over to the DaKine Guardians.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
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As of five o'clock this evening, Lord Samuel is under house
arrest.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Standard" style="margin: 2.9pt 0in;">
In other news, Atlantis Valley reported the theft of six
kraken eggs.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Standard" style="margin: 2.9pt 0in;">
I shudder to think how the fairies will react. Trust me I would
NOT want to be in the thief's shoes. No one messes with the fairies of Atlantis.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Standard" style="margin: 2.9pt 0in;">
Get real, even a certified idiot knows that!<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
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Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper</div>
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
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<br /></div>
Phoenix - A phoenix is a bird of prey with brilliant red
feathers. Adults have an average wingspan of twelve feet and a body mass of ten
pounds. Fish and small animals make up the majority of their diet. Even with a
hooked beak and razor sharp talons, it isn't the scariest looking bird around.
They are beautiful whether standing or flying. Standing they have sparks of
fire that flicker around the red feathers. In flight, the pretty sparks turn
into a weapon, building into slender fingers of flame as they feed on the rush
of oxygen. Once the flames reach two or three inches in length, normally after
a few minutes of flight, the birds dive at larger prey. They are very
intelligent and are popular attractions at zoos and circuses. <o:p></o:p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706364483521202749.post-74926851145062778972011-07-28T22:25:00.000-05:002011-07-28T22:25:13.845-05:00UFO Sighting!Wednesday night at 10:03 p.m., UFO buffs and hundreds of
residents as far south as Las Vegas, Nevada reported an Unidentified Flying Object
zipping over restricted airspace known as Area 51. The UFO disappeared five
miles north of Las Vegas.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Thursday morning at 12:15 a.m., the same thing happened above
Roswell, New Mexico.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
At 1:47 a.m., residents and tourists reported seeing a UFO
above Table Rock Lake and Branson, Missouri.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
At 2:43 a.m., residents around The Great Lakes reported seeing
a UFO dipping into the water and surging out again. The odd behavior continued
for over an hour.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
At 3:57 a.m., Dragon Guardians caught up with Reginald of Clan
Darby, putting a stop to his aerial show in the mundane world.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Reginald, a dragon shapeshifter, is a firm supporter of 'coming
out of the closet.'<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Every year, for the last four hundred and nineteen years, he has
petitioned The Dragon Council to announce the presence of Sídhí to the residents
of Earth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
At first, he paid respectful visits to each of the council
members. Now, he performs illegal fly-bys on Earth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
I know what you're thinking. Why hasn't a satellite captured
his picture? Simple, Reginald is from Clan Darby.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Each dragon clan has certain abilities. Where the DeLeigh Clan
can see people's auras, the Darby Clan is a twisted version of a chameleon. When
a Darby shapeshifter changes into their dragon form, they reflect the aspect of
whatever gem that is touching their body.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Normally, a Darby wears a horn cuff or thick bracelet
encrusted in the gem of their choice. Once shifted, their scales look like
gems.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Reginald prefers wearing opals, which accounts for the shimmer
in most UFO photographs.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
To further muddy the picture, the older dragons within the Darby
clan, have the uncanny ability to blur their appearance. To date, every known
picture or video of Reginald looks like a big white/silver blob racing and
dipping through the sky.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Several different mundane countries captured him on video chasing
fighter jets.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
I asked Reginald for a statement.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
His response fit the worn denim jeans and t-shirt he sported.
"If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times we must announce our
presence to the mundanes. In this day and age, with cameras attached to every
spare surface someone is going to get caught doing an 'impossible' human task.
I agree with helping the mundanes, but I shudder every time one of us lifts a
car off a child or catches a baby falling from a fifteen-story drop. One day
soon we'll get ratted out. What happens if a camera catches an exile
feeding?"<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Good question. What would happen if a mundane camera caught an
exile (or dhark) vampire feeding? Thanks to Hollywood and some best-selling
novels, vampires are all golden and perfect. That unrealistic picture could
change in the blink of an eye.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Just image the horror most mundanes would feel if they saw a
vampire sucking blood from a living donor. It would not be the best
introduction.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Perhaps Reginald is correct, maybe Sídhí need to come out of
the closet.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="Textbody" style="margin: 4pt 0in;">
Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper<o:p></o:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969044616624628319noreply@blogger.com2