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Current Active Serial Story: Selkies' Skins (read on LJ, read on DW, or read at site)
Selkies' Skins manuscript wordcount:
Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well (book one): 131,693 for chapters 1 through 39, front matter, the glossary, and author bio. It is followed by a second book covering the second half of Kirsty's testing, and likely a third book or fourth book to deal with other important bits of the selkies' (yes, more than one) stories that are not focused on in Kirsty's Skinquesting. There is also an audiobook version recorded, narrated by Illya Leonov. He is also expected to narrate the books of the Dragon Shaman series. https://www.amazon.com/Castle-Well-Selkies-Skins-Book/dp/B00O9GKYW0/

Selkies' Skins: Temple and Skinquest (book two): 41,338 and growing in the manuscript as of April 20, 2016 and is in progress. I need to look over the current manuscript for the current wordcount before editing.

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I have forgotten when this was written, though it would have been either the 1990's or the early 2000's.
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This was first pushed to my Patreon feed where it was visible to Patrons over two months early in draft format.

 


Welcome back to the story! If you don't wish to use the Selkies' Skin tag to find the entries, check the ToC on the Sticky Note at Dreamwidth. Story is mirrored to my LiveJournal, from my Dreamwidth, as well as on a dedicated site. For story news and more, subscribe to my Twitter (@AmehanaArashi) or go on Facebook and like either THG StarDragon Publishing or Selkies' Skins. As always, the main tag for the full story is selkies' skins and the tag for "Temple and Skinquest" is selkies' skins 2.

Book one (Castle and Well) of Selkies' Skins is available in entirety in ebook format as of March 16th, beginning at Smashwords. The print edition is now available on Amazon and Lulu with Samantha Buckley's stunning cover depicting Kirsty and the storm. An audio edition of the first book in the series narrated by Illya Leonov and now available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, with other venues pending. He has finished "Book of Seals: Pearls of Sea and Stone" which accompanies and precedes Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)

This scene may get rewritten, moved, or dropped when preparing the webnovel version for the print version. It does touch more on distant past connections between the families of David and Kirsty.



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Selkies' Skins 2
Section 2: Temple's Light
Installment 49
Chapter 19
Within the Box of Souls
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


Kirsty awoke on a stone slab in near darkness. It took a moment to get her bearings. Bubbles floated lazily away from her face, but her vision was too unfocused still to see, only feel. Finally she figured out which way was relatively up by rising and dangling her legs, then tail, then legs again off the side of the slab. The water around her pulsed and pulled with a familiar current, neither warm nor cold. The paste had worn off long ago, of this she was certain. She should be human, yet even when her form wavered back she breathed the thick water.
Kirsty rubbed in her hand where Ven’thrith had earlier embedded his boon. Perhaps it was this that kept her from drowning.
Why was the water so thick? Why did it feel good in her lungs?
Who was she? Really?
Kirsty recalled herself, her life on land. She recalled other times that she faced this same question, both within that life, this current quest, and yet before she had also faced this question. Dimly she was aware of the business of life going on around her in another time and place, blue eyes looking into her own dark with concern. As tempting as those eyes were and the quiet voice she pushed them away.
Before what though? Life?
His voice floated to her, and the sensation of his hand around hers. The press of linen on her back and the bitterness of something forced between her lips. Kirsty had to fight to stay where she was, to finish this and stay in this time. Then came the feel of the summer sea as she sank below it. Whatever happened to her between that school day and the day she really left the land on her quest did not matter, no matter how snarled time now was. She was HERE.
What was she?
The answer came to her. She was the song and the keeper of it, a part of the sea. She was the wave and the wind, and the mist that shrouded the land beyond the sea. She was part of the dance of moon and tide, and the dance of the rivers through the forests. Yet, she was herself, single, small, none of those things at the same time that she was them.
She was seal, she was fish, she was human, and her body of the line of Kay wedded with the blood of the Marainion. She bore the blood of Mara and the Lady. More importantly, she was alive and what she was didn’t matter, no matter what anyone else thought or imposed on her.
Kirsty pulled at herself, gathered herself. She found a bit trapped under the Sorting Stone at the threshold of Caer Carrick, and little bits all along the way of the path she’d swam since the decision to take up the Serpent’s Solution to speed time for herself. Her eyes looked inward and backward observing the tangled mess she’d made of this quest to return to herself from that point onward. The net of her life she was supposed to be weaving had some rather interesting holes because of that choice which would take a few years after this to fix… should she get rebirthed with her skin.
If not… well, her physical body was probably drowned on the sea floor somewhere, there was going to be a sad werewolf up on land, Da was probably never going to recover, and she was going to be stuck in a stone box as a pelt until she was born elsewhen. Who knew what would happen to Byron after he finally died. She’d never paused to consider what would happen to Marsali and Byron if whatever remained of her ancestor’s skin was never located without a descendant.
She snorted and grimaced at the ridiculous musings.
Kirsty pushed up off the tab. For now, she would be selkie. She came for her skin and she would find that skin and bring it with her even if it was the last thing that she did. The darkness around her began to lift, as if somewhere some sort of sun was beginning to rise. What sort of sun could rise below the waves though, and much less within a stone walled room? Walls slowly came into view, somehow never parallel, neither square nor oblong.
Was this Mara’s stone box of souls?
Those walls seemed to close in. The light continued growing. Looking down and taking a deep breath to push back what had to be an illusion she discovered that the light was coming from herself. When she looked up again there was a clear door with a passage to what she hoped wasn’t just more maze. Kirsty felt the walls constrict, and then relax.
She shuddered. It was another of those life points, clearly.
With no where to go but forward she swam for the door as fast as she could and prayed that the passage was not going to close on her.

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Selkies' Skins 2: Chapter 18

This was first pushed to my Patreon feed where it was visible to Patrons over two months early in draft format.

 


Welcome back to the story! If you don't wish to use the Selkies' Skin tag to find the entries, check the ToC on the Sticky Note at Dreamwidth. Story is mirrored to my LiveJournal, from my Dreamwidth, as well as on a dedicated site. For story news and more, subscribe to my Twitter (@AmehanaArashi) or go on Facebook and like either THG StarDragon Publishing or Selkies' Skins. As always, the main tag for the full story is selkies' skins and the tag for "Temple and Skinquest" is selkies' skins 2.

Book one (Castle and Well) of Selkies' Skins is available in entirety in ebook format as of March 16th, beginning at Smashwords. The print edition is now available on Amazon and Lulu with Samantha Buckley's stunning cover depicting Kirsty and the storm. An audio edition of the first book in the series narrated by Illya Leonov and now available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, with other venues pending. He has finished "Book of Seals: Pearls of Sea and Stone" which accompanies and precedes Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)

Involvement of Amehana and Vadise as they are for Dragon Shaman is due to the short story "Dreamweaver" wherein the threads of Justin and Amehana were first tangled.

 

This scene may get rewritten, moved, or dropped when preparing the webnovel version for the print version. It does touch more on distant past connections between the families of David and Kirsty.



Interested in helping support the free version of this book and other projects? Visit http://www.patreon.com/Amehana



Selkies' Skins 2
Section 2: Temple's Light
Installment 48
Chapter 18
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


“I place her in your charge. The wounds came as a result of man, you carry some of their blood, thus it is my hope that you can begin her healing.” The young aspect of Mara waited for Justin to release his hold on the unconscious Kirsty, then gently placed Etain into her son’s arms. “You bear her blood, it will be well, though long.”
The young aspect frowned as she looked on them, her eyes glazing as information exchanged between herself and her elder self. The assimilation process already begun that aspect grew less and less substantial as she dematerialized.
“You’ll have to make sure your mother gets back to the human world safely, and to be safe yourself. There are two beings seeking for her that although they are on her side for now they are not on yours. Mimir will see you a threat, and like this your own father will not recognize you.” The elder Mara’s voice fell soft and sorrowful. “Perhaps one day he will, if your efforts are successful.”
Justin held his mother carefully and inspected the delicate, frail creature. Etain was already slipping back into sleep herself and had her hand curled in some of the random seaweed and tangles that always clung to him. “But she did.”
“Mothers usually do, that’s part of the curse.” Mara cast a glare at the clergy still in the room that tried to find some sort of dignity. At her glare they slipped out the doors, seeing the darkening brought on by their reliance on ritual and eavesdropping. “And here so near where souls and skins are granted, the veil cannot hide the essence from the gateway.”
“What do you mean?” Justin turned his head to the side and regarded the deity.
As Amehana and Vadise found their way home, facilitated by the passage between her mirror and the doors, Mara gestured to the gazing shell. Justin very carefully rose, still holding Etain, and peered curiously in. Rainbow hued liquid, heavier and stranger than the seawater that surrounded them, rippled and flowed with its own currents before forming another form of mirror. From within a young man, pale and healthy, peered back at him from deep sea-blue eyes beneath teak colored hair. There, not a trace of the taint that disfigured and overshadowed him marred him. In that pool Etain’s face mixed with another that he knew from the times he spent around Seal Point. A younger, thinner version of Finnol bore up under its own cares.
“Remember, we’ve known you before you were even pupped.” Mara’s smile was gentle, though with its own menace.
“Even stolen, you are yet ours.” The fragmented aspect of the Lady agreed, visibly trying to reconnect with her greater whole and still unable to find her main self. She sighed and hugged herself.
“Peace, sister. Ride our priestess. When she is returned thus so shall you.”
“I would stay to see the pup placed in the box for the transformation.”
“And so you shall, but not to see her emerge.” Ven’thrith soothed. “Time has been messed with on her and horribly tangled, who knows what staying that long would wreak on you, on my Acolyte, or on the Priestess.”
Mara gently swept up Kirsty and carried her across the chamber. Space moved around the occupants and though the others did not move they too were all swept through and behind the veils that curtained off the stone box. Though it was as small as a jewel cask at first it grew swiftly large enough to accommodate even the largest man or largest seal. Mara fed Kirsty to the sarcophagus, then closed the lid with more than a flash of fang.
“The child dies and the woman live so long as she has the strength to rise.” Mara’s voice was a literal purr now, filling the hall in unseen dimensions. For a moment Justin saw primordial creatures swim through the room and be absorbed into the shark goddess, now no longer hiding her true form from him. Though she was unhidden his own mind still filtered her, and the Megalodon gazed at him with the eye of life and death that few of her priests, and usually only those drawn to the Hunt, ever Saw.
Justin grimaced. “What happens if she dies in there? That’s my sister.”
“Then she is in the box to be reborn again at some other point, just as any of you are whether you earn the right to have your skin with you or not. It would sorrow me, and put a very large dent in my hopes and plans, but she would be Home.” The eye pinned him. “In my long experience those of your blood are stubborn and do not die easily. A little pocket dimension box won’t harm her.”
“No,” broke in Ven’thrith, “It’s the narwals that might. They’ve kept some of your uncles in the past. She’ll be out at some point though I’m sure.”
“Why are you so sure?” Justin kept from spitting, but only barely, well aware that if he offended right now he would put not only his life but that of his mother on the line before the Old Ones. “Is she a Chosen or something?”
“Aren’t you all?” Ven’thrith’s voice was far milder than expected. “We need our entertainment and we have our favorites, but you Mortals also have a habit of Choosing yourselves.” He cocked his head, listening to something Beyond Justin’s ears. “Seems someone feels a change.”
Caught in the quantum entanglement caused by a mischief laden and halfway well-intentioned snake, in the medical wing of Cair Carrick David wiped Kirsty’s glistening forehead with a moist washcloth and squeezed her hand during his visit. At another point in time, in what was his future David looked up from his own quest toward the sea beneath the moon and howled, disturbed by the lessening of the tides hitherto unnoticed in his veins.

Thank you for reading along with the webnovel version of this book. This has gone up on the Web Fiction Guide, so reviews of the current story developing are welcome, as are votes.

Please do consider making a donation, or buying the complete book (or even the whole series, as it becomes available). The donations help pay costs such as editing, but also help put food on the table. Rather make an offline tip? Write me for a mailing address.
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As always, if you see any typos, please let me know so I can fix those, they don't always save when applied. I repeat that this is the webnovel version of the book and may differ somewhat from the print and ebook versions when the text is completed and through processing. Thank you for being part of the story behind the story.



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McCloud Lumberjack Fiesta is cancelled this year

 It has just arrived in my inbox that this year's McCloud Lumberjack Fiesta has been cancelled. This is sad news but not unexpected. I've been bracing for it. My son and I look forward to next year's Fiesta, which is set for July 23, 24, and 25 of 2021.
 
 
So far as I am aware Metal in the Mountains and the Mt Shasta Sci Fi Expo are still happening. I still need to see what fees are for a table at the Sci Fi Expo for my son and myself, and if Metal in the Mountains happens the plan is to be there as well. Perhaps, if another suitable event happens in McCloud this year it will be possible for us financially as well as safe to be part of community events.
 
 
Stay safe everyone. It is sad that there won't be Fiesta this year, but there will be more to celebrate next year.

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Food Dare: Peanut Butter and onion fried sandwich

 
I was unsupervised in the kitchen, and hungry.


 

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 It finally uploaded. Now you can see the coloring process on my latest #artcommission the very #feathery Ravenhana.

 

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 Need to listen to someone read? It's Friday. I do not have a flash fiction of my own right now and no one has mailed any in for the podcast. Instead I am reading a few haiku from haiku month and then "The Woman in Green" from the collection "Strange Stories from the Lodge of Leisures."

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She walked out on stage; the heat of the lamps beaded sweat beneath her feathers and made the tiny dress she wore still too much. Elizabeth, named so in honor of the woman who sewed the first iteration of the flag that would forever be associated with her family line, attempted to survey the gathered throng with their upraised arms. She knew they were there but those cursed and blessed lights partially blinded her, a screen between herself and them. The flash of cameras cut through, sparkling stars in the sea. Elizabeth knew that in the White House her sister, representing their many times great grandparents as the mascot of their country, watched this concert at the side of their President.
 
They all chanted her name, frenzied throngs reaching and pleaded. Was it for Freedom, though? Or was it for more confirmation and stroking of their egos? Each group wanted to be acknowledged. Each wanted their views heard, represented, upheld, and lived by. Elizabeth could only sing to the common desires. As long as she did so though for a time each group would work together instead of working to tear out each other’s throats and let their great land die.
 
She was no hero, not like Lady Liberty had told her the day Elizabeth had discovered the strange circlet that day so long ago. Back then she had been just another unheeded voice in the throng and her concerts and speeches made to empty rooms and cabarets where she was an ignored backdrop. Some of those times she hadn’t been ignored though, instead spat on and beaten for being “too liberal” or “too conservative” or even “socialist” for the messages of her songs.
 
Elizabeth wished Liberty were here with her now, or that she could fly back to the statue and perch inside her crown, or on the torch. What a pity it was that she had never been the literal lighthouse she’d been designed to be.
 
“But I am with you, Child. Just as I am with your sister, and each being that fights in their own way for Freedom, Equality, Peace, Justice, and Honor. Sing out the Truth to them. Bring Light to these Hearts lost in the Dark Storms. Show them the shore.” The voice flowed through her mind, the circlet on her brow heating and glowing.
 
The copper stylized torches, also stylized music notes began to flame. Her feathers did not burn. She never singed. In answer the enchanted jewel microphone in her left wing hand flashed and sparked in answer. Soothed, emboldened, Elizabeth stroked the inverted and stylized flame on her hips. Spreading her right wing and splaying the fingers dramatically she signaled the band she was ready.
 
Elizabeth opened with the National Anthem. It always worked. They would be more open to the words of Equality that would follow. If she persevered perhaps one day the wings of this great nation would be somewhat in tandem.
 
Materials
5.5 by 8.5 inch mixed media paper, 0.5 mm mechanical pencil, pink eraser, Prismacolor color pencils, Ohuhu alcohol markers, Copics grey scale markers, metallic and white gel pens, Crazy Art water based markers, water, brush.
 
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Flash Fiction Fridays #31: Poetry In His Veins (Dark Fiction)

 Today's podcast episode is up with some poetry and a short dark fiction by myself. I actually GREATLY disturbed myself writing today's feature because "oh, I'll write about a writer that's snowed in" went to "it's the end for me, it's at the window" very quickly.

I am still dealing with minor ear, Eustachian tube, and throat issues, and thus also am not speaking at normal levels, as well as having to rebuild filter curves for audio processing. Due to a variety of issues this therefore does not sound as loud to me after bringing the RMS up, and I still sound a little muffled.
 
Not intended for children. For those that need trigger warnings although the poems do not deal with death the feature story does.
 
Gong sound courtesy of Cloudy Skies after a fortuitous accidental discovery.
 



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