In Which You Meet 3 New Gals from “The Seventh Spell”

Only 2 days until the release of “The Seventh Spell”! The third Wilderhark Tale is full of old faces and new, including those of the three lovely ladies who grace the novella’s set of beautiful custom bookmarks (thanks as always to Wilderhark artist Yana Naumova). Anyone up for a quick who’s-who of the new girls? ^^ Then allow me to facilitate the preliminary introductions.

Viralei, color final

Name: Viralei.

Occupation (when not otherwise enchanted): Crown Princess of Carillon.

You May Have Heard Some Rumor of Her in the Tale of…: Jack and the Beanstalk.

Predicament: Cursed into a singing harp of gold.

Biggest Fear: That she’ll be trapped in harp form forever.

Best Hope: The fearless young man who saved her once before.

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Millyanna, color final

Name: Millyanna.

Occupation (when not otherwise enchanted): Queen of Terrestaire.

You May Have Heard Some Rumor of Her in the Tale of…: Rumplestiltskin.

Predicament: Wrongful imprisonment.

Biggest Fear: That she’s lost her chance at love with Terrestaire’s king.

Best Hope: A miracle.

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Aurabella, color final

Name: Aurabella.

Occupation (even while enchantments run amok): Princess of Anuranda.

You May Have Heard Some Rumor of Her in the Tale of…: The Frog Prince.

Predicament: Memory loss.

Biggest Fear: That she’ll lose her self-perceived rank of “prettiest princess”.

Millyanna stares at her in disbelief. “Really? The whole world’s turned upside-down by the Seventh Spell, and that’s what you’re worried about?”

“Very funny,” says Aurabella, smiling complacently. “If the world were upside-down, wouldn’t we be falling into the sky?”

Viralei interjects musically, “One might say that, more or less,

That’s just what I did. Therefore, yes!

Best Hope: Well, she hasn’t heard any princesses called prettier than her so far… (Millyanna shakes her head. Viralei’s head can’t move, so she merely sighs.)

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The character journeys continue on Wednesday, February 5th, Release Day for “The Seventh Spell (Book Three of The Wilderhark Tales)”!

“Extract” or “Beginnings and Endings”

Guys, guys, guys! Guess what, guess what, guess what? Today I get to share with you an opening “selection from a writing or discourse” from “INSPIRED”! You want a taste of my novel debuting with J. Taylor Publishing in four months and four days? Then read, I say! READ!


One: Beginnings and Endings

There are people, Luc found, who are very good at having ideas—needing only to live and to be—not even to think, as active thought might only get in the way. Ideas will fall into their laps, as if from nowhere.

Of course, nothing truly comes from nowhere. Everything must have its start, including—and especially—ideas.

The source of an idea, however, is not always as easily found as the idea itself. Some people remain content never to explore where their ideas began, being merely glad of the results, whereas others become so enamored of beginnings, they have difficulty casting their gaze much further ahead than the starting point.


Jean St. John was the second sort of person—one full of ideas, brimming with beginnings. As she drove through the gray-covered morning toward her workplace, an ending was the farthest thing from her mind.

Manicured fingers rapped paradiddles on the steering wheel. Vermillion lips murmured nothing in particular, and pulled into a smile. “I dreamed a dream, this night gone by.”

“A dream of me?” Luc asked, glad of the conversation—anything to distract him from the gloom of the sky.

She chuckled. “What else? They’re always of you. You, but not you. His hair fell too short, and I remember something about violins, which has nothing to do with you. Or can you play?”

“No,” he said, dismissively. “My voice is music enough.”

She did not need to utter a word on the matter for him to know she’d always thought so. “And he didn’t glow golden, but almost silver,” she said instead. “Ethereal silver, like bright moonlight on water. Was he water? A water spirit? Mmm, no, far more to do with air. Even fire.”

“A mystery elemental,” he mused. “Sure to be quite the character, my dear. But what is the story?”

She shrugged. “I suppose there’s a romance. He strikes me as the romantic type. And I may have caught a glimpse of her, an inkling of dark passion  …  Who is she? Another elemental. Water to his fire, or earth to his air  …  or a human. Which would be worse?” she asked.

He laughed. “Nothing worse than a human.”

She shot him a wry look. “Luc  …”

“Jean  …” he said in kind. Gaze snapping past her, he barked without music, “Jean!

The word’s echo grew into a thunderous crash as a midsized monster too much in a hurry to heed a red light hit her silver sedan. With nothing to restrain him, as he never wore seatbelts, Luc shot through the shattered windshield and out onto the pavement slick with the remains of scattered showers.

In no pain, but greatly shaken, he rose. The eyes of the driver at fault appeared glazed with confusion. Oh, has ignoring the traffic laws led to disaster? Inconceivable! Luc spared the fool no more attention, turning it all to one who mattered more.

He leaned over the misshapen hood of the stranger’s car to the crumpled door of hers, calling her name. She did not move, and gave no answer, all her ideas leaking away into a crimson pool.

Luc stepped away, his face a perfect, pallid blank, staring at the end of his world.


Thoughts? Impressions? Riots in the streets demanding the revelation of what comes next? Don’t leave me in suspense! …like I’m leaving you in suspense, waiting for the rest of the novel… Be kinder than me, please. X)

Inspired” by Danielle E. Shipley

Not coming soon enough for Danielle E. Shipley

March 17, 2014, though! 😀



For a muse like Lucianíel, one story’s end is another’s beginning.

In the wake of his author’s sudden death, Luc takes ownership of her surviving creations—four fantastical characters with tales yet to be told—saving them from unwritten lives crumbling around them and giving them a second chance at a literary future.

Luc finds that chance in the unsuspecting mind of Annabelle Iole Gray, a quirky teen with her head in the clouds, nose in a book, and imagination ripe for a brilliant muse’s inspiration.

Or so he hopes.

Neither Luc nor Annabelle, however, realize all they’ve undertaken. Even with a to-write list including accounts of a shape-shifting cat creature, gentle knight-in-training, vigilante skater girl, and a mystery boy smothering in unspoken fear, the most remarkable saga created between author and muse just may turn out to be one stranger than fiction.

Their own.