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In the churchyard at Bakewell stand a pair of stone cross shafts that, between them, set us off on an unexpected journey of discovery. Indeed, one of them has taken a starring role in our latest books, but that is another story…

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The smaller stone stands close to the main entrance to the church… an entrance veritably stuffed with medieval cross slabs, stone heads and fragments of Saxon and Norman carvings. There are more within the church, as well as a particularly fine Norman font, carved around its sides with biblical and ecclesiastical figures.

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The small cross shaft is carved with the spirals, circles and symbols familiar in ‘Celtic’ art. Its carving is still surprisingly crisp and it is difficult to believe that, like the larger cross, it is over 1200 years old. Sadly, the precise meaning of the majority of these symbols is now lost to us.

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The larger cross, however, is a little easier to ‘read’. Perhaps. A Christian cross, bearing depictions of Norse gods… In one panel Woden rides eight-legged Sleipnir while below Ratatosk the squirrel runs between the bole and roots of the World Tree. On the other side the symbols have been interpreted in more orthodox fashion and the head of the cross appears to bear a depiction of the crucifixion, even though the carving of the Cross seems very reminiscent of the ‘roof tiles’ on the Saxon hogback stones.

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The cross presents an intriguing riddle. Bakewell stands within the old Kingdom of Mercia and King Penda is thought to have been the last of the Anglo-Saxon kings to convert to Christianity in the 7thC. Was the cross carved thus to show the similarities between two systems of belief? Was the intention to make the ‘new’ god acceptable to the worshippers of the old? Odin too was said to have hung on a tree, his side pierced by a spear …

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The high cross holds many secrets. Where was its original position? That it was relocated to the churchyard has been proven by archaeological investigations. Why was it moved… and what stories lie behind the depiction of the Norse gods upon its sides? Perhaps we will never know…

(… although, Don and Wen might have some ideas about that…)

Lands of Exile: But ‘n’ Ben

For once, Don was right… it was all Wen’s fault.

If only Ben had not insisted in going back for the gun… Don and Wen should hand themselves in and share the fate of their co-conspirator. It would be the noble thing to do.

Does this course of action appeal to our errant duo?

Not on your Nelly!

As Ben languishes in the dank cells of Bakewell Gaol, Don and Wen hit the road. Their headlong dash for freedom takes them north, where they are beset by a host of ‘Orphan Stones’ clamouring to be led back home.

But they are not alone… and the sinister Black Shade is not the only thing dogging their heels as they blaze their customary trail through the signs, seals and sacred sites of old Albion.

The unofficial re-siting of an ancient stone is viewed in a rather negative manner by the authorities. Ben has been arrested and the other two birds have flown.

Heading north, Don and Wen follow the whisperings of ancient stones carved with enigmatic symbols, unaware that they are being followed.

Their journey takes them through Cumbria and into Scotland, visiting ancient and historical sites, whilst piecing together fragments of the secret and magical history of Albion.

Lands of Exile II: Beck ‘n’ Call

Ben, fast becoming a folk hero after the apparent theft of a standing stone, now languishes in Bakewell Gaol. Don and Wen, suspected of being his accomplices, are on holiday… or ‘on the run’ if Bark Jaw Dark and PC 963 Kraas, hot in pursuit, are to be believed.

From England to Scotland, the officers of the Law have followed the trail of the erratic couple as they visited the ancient sites of Albion. This time, though, as Don and Wen take the slow boat to Ireland, Kraas and Jaw Dark are one step ahead.

But Ireland is a land of mystery and magic where reality is intertwined with vision and standing stones are still open doors…

How long can Don and Wen continue to evade the long arm of the Law?

In the shadows, a labyrinth of secrecy shrouds a mysterious figure.

What is Montgomery’s interest in a small standing stone? Just how many high-level strings can he pull… and why? And what is the dark, winged creature that is now on the loose?

Join Don and Wen as they continue their adventures in the sacred and magical landscape of Albion.

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Standing Alone ~ Ken Gierke #writephoto

In Its Own Light

All color is drained from an offering
that holds nothing more than the bones
of a life spent pursuing a dream
with no hope of realization.

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Imaginings #midnighthaiku

Half-seen in half-light

Imagination creates

Shadows in darkness

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Afghanistan Adventures ~ Mary Smith

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Friday is the Islamic equivalent of Sunday and therefore a holiday from work.  Outings were occasionally organised and I agreed enthusiastically to a suggested fishing trip. Gul Agha, for once leaving his Kalashnikov behind, and his young brother, Hazrat, now one of my English students, accompanied us.

The surprising absence of fishing tackle was explained when we reached the river and Gul Agha and Hussain began to attach fuses to several home-made bombs.

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Essence ~ Jen Goldie #writephoto

~ESSENCE~

We walked the flower-filled meadow. Fearing nothing. The day was calming. The Sun was brightly shining. When we finally found the monuments, each of us stood silently listening for remnants of the magical songs they’d sung. A soulful soul song sung.

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Guest Author: Marcia Meara ~ The Light ~ Wake-Robin Ridge (Book Four)

Thank you so much for letting me visit with you and your followers today, Sue. I’m pretty excited about the release of my latest novel, The Light: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 4, and hope your readers will be curious to learn more about this book and the preceding three:

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My best wishes for a Happy New Year to You All!

For Robert MacKenzie Cole—or Rabbit, as he’s known to all—the chance to accompany his family to see North Carolina’s infamous Brown Mountain Lights has him nearly dizzy with excitement. And what better night to watch this unexplained phenomenon unfold than Halloween?

But when the entrancing, unpredictable lights show up, Rabbit gets far more than he bargained for. He’s gifted with what folks in the Appalachians call “the Sight,” and it’s this extrasensory perception that enables him to spot the one light different from all the rest.

In his biggest challenge to date, Rabbit—aided by his daddy and his newest friend, Austin Dupree— begins a quest to learn more about the mysterious light. Their investigation unveils a web of cons and corruption none of them expected and exposes a brutal murder along the way.

Throughout all, Rabbit is unfaltering in his commitment to do whatever it takes to understand the truth behind the glowing orb and to determine how he can help it. After all, it followed him home.

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In 2013, when I launched my first book, Wake-Robin Ridge, I considered it a bucket list thing and called it Romantic Suspense with a hint of supernatural. Then I congratulated myself on finally fulfilling a life-long dream and figured that would be the end of it. I changed my mind after the book started selling well, getting some pretty good reviews, and some requests for more. That sounded like fun, so I figured I’d write more romantic suspense novels set in the same area, but I had no idea who I wanted to write about next.

Late one night, as I floated in that hazy world between wakefulness and oblivion, I very clearly heard Sarah (my main character in Wake-Robin Ridge) whisper in my ear, “There’s a little boy alone in the mountains, and he needs you to tell his story.”

Yes, it’s possible I dreamed it, but it doesn’t matter. The idea took root, and by the time I got up the next day, I knew who the boy was, why he was alone, and where he needed to go. I even knew his name was Rabbit, though at the time, I wasn’t at all sure why he was called that. That didn’t matter, either. I went straight to my desk and began telling his story, sure he would let me know if I got it wrong. I was right. Rabbit is a champ at that. Basically, he dictates. I type. 😊

Truthfully, with all my books, I tend to write organically. Occasionally I jot down a few “What-If” notes, but mostly, I let my characters tell me their story, and now and then, happy surprises pop up on the page right in front of my eyes.

At the beginning of A Boy Named Rabbit, no one had any idea he had inherited his gran’s gift of ESP, or the Sight as it’s known in Appalachia—not even Rabbit, himself. But inherit it, he did, and his gift turned out to be far more powerful than his beloved gran’s ever was.

I’ve written four more novels and 2 novellas since I tackled Rabbit’s story, and of all my characters, that wonderful little boy is hands-down everyone’s favorite. His powers have grown over the course of three books now, and his ability to use them has, as well. He’s saved lives, comforted the bereaved, held people accountable for their actions, and set trapped spirits free. And all the while, he’s continued to spread joy and laughter everywhere he goes.

No one who meets Rabbit is ever quite the same, again. Whether he’s helping solve the 20-year-old mystery of a little girl’s disappearance, or easing the heartbreak of a bereaved father, he just won’t quit. When it comes to using his gift for good and trying to do the right thing, the little boy’s commitment is unshakeable.

If you ask me, though, Rabbit’s biggest accomplishment to date would be the clever way he completely usurped my budding Romantic Suspense series and turned it into something much harder to categorize. Is it romance? Sometimes. Is it a mystery series? Not exactly, but mysteries do get solved. Is it paranormal? A bit. It often incorporates Appalachian legends like the Black Dog and a ghost or two. Or five.

All I know is, whatever you call it, readers keep asking me for more stories about Rabbit—and all because I heard a whisper one night, just before drifting off to sleep. For me, that seems downright amazing. 😊


About the author

Marcia Meara lives in central Florida, just north of Orlando, with her husband of over thirty years, four big cats, and one small dachshund.

When not writing or blogging, she spends her time gardening, and enjoying the surprising amount of wildlife that manages to make a home in her suburban yard. She enjoys nature. Really, really enjoys it. All of it! Well, almost all of it, anyway. From birds, to furry critters, to her very favorites, snakes. The exception would be spiders, which she truly loathes, convinced that anything with eight hairy legs is surely up to no good. She does not, however, kill spiders anymore, since she knows they have their place in the world. Besides, her husband now handles her Arachnid Catch and Release Program, and she’s good with that.

Spiders aside, the one thing Marcia would like to tell each of her readers is that it’s never too late to make your dreams come true. If, at the age of 69, she could write and publish a book (and thus fulfill 64 years of longing to do that very thing), you can make your own dreams a reality, too. Go for it! What have you got to lose?

Marcia has published seven novels, two novellas, and one book of poetry to date, all of which are available on Amazon


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Marcia Meara, author of Swamp Ghosts and Finding Hunter, has set Book One of her Wake-Robin Ridge series amid the haunting beauty of the North Carolina mountains, where ghosts walk, ancient legends abound, and things still go bump in the night.

“A PHONE RINGING AT 2:00 A.M. never means anything good. Calls at 2:00 A.M. are bad news. Someone has died. Someone is hurt. Or someone needs help.”

On a bitter cold January night in 1965, death came calling at an isolated little cabin on Wake-Robin Ridge. Now, nearly 50 years later, librarian Sarah Gray has quit her job and moved into the same cabin, hoping the peace and quiet of her woodland retreat will allow her to concentrate on writing her first novel. Instead she finds herself distracted by her only neighbor, the enigmatic and reclusive MacKenzie Cole, who lives on top of the mountain with his Irish wolfhound as his sole companion.

As their tentative friendship grows, Sarah learns the truth about the heartbreaking secret causing Mac to hide from the world. But before the two can sort out their feelings for each other, they find themselves plunged into a night of terror neither could have anticipated. Now they must unravel the horrifying events of a murder committed decades earlier. In doing so, they discover that the only thing stronger than a hatred that will not die is a heart willing to sacrifice everything for another.



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A Boy Named Rabbit: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 2

“Evil’s comin’, boy…comin’ fast. Look for the man with eyes like winter skies, and hair like a crow’s wing. He’s the one you gotta find.”

The remote mountain wilderness of North Carolina swallowed up the ten-year-old boy as he made his way down from the primitive camp where his grandparents had kept him hidden all his life. His dying grandmother, gifted with the Sight, set him on a quest to find the Good People, and though he is filled with fear and wary of civilization, Rabbit is determined to keep his promise to her. When he crosses paths with Sarah and MacKenzie Cole, neither their lives nor his, are ever the same again.

The extraordinary little boy called Rabbit has the power light up the darkness, and the resourcefulness to save himself from the one person his grandparents had hoped would never find him. His dangerous and bittersweet journey will touch you in unexpected ways, and once you’ve let Rabbit into your heart, you’ll never forget him.


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“. . . he felt the wet slide of the dog’s burning hot tongue on his face, and the scrape of its razor sharp teeth against the top of his head. A white-hot agony of crushing pain followed, as the jaws began to close.”

The wine-red trillium that carpets the forests of the North Carolina Mountains is considered a welcome harbinger of spring—but not all such omens are happy ones. An Appalachian legend claims the Black Dog, or Ol’ Shuck, as he’s often called, is a harbinger of death. If you see him, you or someone you know is going to die.

But what happens when Ol’ Shuck starts coming for you in your dreams? Nightmares of epic proportions haunt the deacon of the Light of Grace Baptist Church, and bring terror into the lives of everyone around him. Even MacKenzie Cole and his adopted son, Rabbit, find themselves pulled into danger.

When Sheriff Raleigh Wardell asks Mac and Rabbit to help him solve a twenty-year-old cold case, Rabbit’s visions of a little girl lost set them on a path that soon collides with that of a desperate man being slowly driven mad by guilt.

As Rabbit’s gift of the Sight grows ever more powerful, his commitment to those who seek justice grows as well, even when their pleas come from beyond the grave.

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For Robert MacKenzie Cole—or Rabbit, as he’s known to all—the chance to accompany his family to see North Carolina’s infamous Brown Mountain Lights has him nearly dizzy with excitement. And what better night to watch this unexplained phenomenon unfold than Halloween?

But when the entrancing, unpredictable lights show up, Rabbit gets far more than he bargained for. He’s gifted with what folks in the Appalachians call “the Sight,” and it’s this extrasensory perception that enables him to spot the one light different from all the rest.

In his biggest challenge to date, Rabbit—aided by his daddy and his newest friend, Austin Dupree— begins a quest to learn more about the mysterious light. Their investigation unveils a web of cons and corruption none of them expected and exposes a brutal murder along the way.

Throughout all, Rabbit is unfaltering in his commitment to do whatever it takes to understand the truth behind the glowing orb and to determine how he can help it. After all, it followed him home.


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Marcia Meara, author of the popular Wake-Robin Ridge books, sets her second series in the sleepy little town of Riverbend, Florida, where the hungry creatures swimming in the dark waters of the St. Johns River aren’t nearly as dangerous as those walking along the quiet neighborhood streets.

Wildlife photographer Gunnar Wolfe looked like the kind of guy every man wanted to be and every woman just plain wanted, and the St. Johns River of central Florida drew him like a magnet. EcoTour boat owner Maggie Devlin knew all the river’s secrets, including the deadliest ones found in the swamps. But neither Maggie nor Gunn was prepared for the danger that would come after them on two legs.

On a quest to make history photographing the rarest birds of them all, Gunnar hires the fiery, no-nonsense Maggie to canoe him into the most remote wetland areas in the state. He was unprepared for how much he would enjoy both the trips and Maggie’s company. He soon realizes he wants more than she’s able to give, but before he can win her over, they make a grisly discovery that changes everything, and turns the quiet little town of Riverbend upside down. A serial killer is on the prowl among them.


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Before, I never thought about taking a life. Not once.
Now, the thought fills my mind day and night, and
I wonder how I’ll hide that terrible need,
As an old car swings to the shoulder,
And stops.

~ Traveling Man ~

Hunter Painter’s darkest fears have shaped his offbeat personality since he was a child, crippling him in ways invisible to those unable to see past his quiet exterior. In a sleepy Florida town known for its eccentric inhabitants, he’s always been a mystery to most.

Only one person sees beyond Hunter’s quirky facade. Willow Greene, the new age herbalist who owns the local candle and potpourri shop, has secretly loved him since they were in high school. When, sixteen years later, she discovers Hunter has loved her just as long, Willow hopes her dreams are finally coming true.

Willow soon learns that Hunter fears happiness at her side isn’t in the cards for him. With her natural optimism and courage, she almost convinces him he’s wrong—that they can really have that life together they both long for—but even Willow can’t stop what Hunter knows is coming.

One by one, his worst nightmares become reality, culminating in an unthinkable tragedy, which devastates everyone it touches. Willow’s battle begins in earnest as Hunter is plunged into a bleak, guilt-ridden despair, threatening to destroy not only their love, but Hunter, himself.

Finding Hunter is the story of a lost man’s desperate struggle to make his way home again, and one woman’s unshakeable faith in him and the power of their love.


That Darkest Place

“There are dark places in every heart, in every head. Some you turn away from. Some you light a candle within. But there is one place so black, it consumes all light. It will pull you in and swallow you whole. You don’t leave your brother stranded in that darkest place.”

~Hunter Painter~

The new year is a chance for new beginnings—usually hopeful, positive ones. But when Jackson Painter plows his car into a tree shortly after midnight on January 1, his new beginnings are tragic. His brothers, Forrest and Hunter, take up a grim bedside vigil at the hospital, waiting for Jackson to regain consciousness and anxious over how he’ll take the news that he’s lost a leg and his fiancée is dead. After all, the accident was all his fault.

As the shocking truth emerges, one thing becomes obvious—Jackson will need unconditional love and support from both of his brothers if he is to survive.

Just as he begins the long road to recovery, danger, in the form of a sinister, unsigned note, plunges him back into bleak despair. Scrawled in blood red letters, the accusation—and the threat—is clear. “MURDERER!”

Will the long, harrowing ordeal that lies ahead draw the Painter brothers closer together, or drive them apart forever?

Suspenseful and often heartbreaking, this small-town tale is a testimonial to the redemptive power of love and paints a story filled with humor, romance, and fierce family loyalty.


The Emissary

An angel’s work is never done—that’s part of the gig. But angels hadn’t been created to deal with such a vastly over-populated planet, rife with misery, suffering, and general chaos. Helping souls in peril has become a nearly impossible job, and even angelic tempers are frayed.

The archangel Azrael has had enough. He believes he’s found a way to ease their burden while saving jeopardized humans, too—hired help.

When Jake Daughtry lost his life rescuing a total stranger from certain death, he was on the fast track to Heaven. But that was before Azrael pulled him right out of line at the Pearly Gates. Now, as an Emissary to the Angels, Jake is taking to the highway in a quest to help souls in trouble. But the innate stubbornness of human beings bent on self-destruction is a challenge unlike any he’s ever faced.

It’s up to Jake and Azrael to bridge the gap between humans and angels. Will they ever convince the Council of Angels this endeavor is worthwhile? Can Jake figure out how to play by Azrael’s complicated rules? Will Azrael ever master the use of contractions in general conversation?

To find out the answers, hop on board Jake’s big red-and-white semi and travel the roads from the Florida Keys to north Georgia on an adventure that will make you laugh hard and cry even harder.


Summer Magic: Poems of Life and Love by [Meara, Marcia]Summer Magic: Poems of Life & Love

Summer Magic: Poems of Life & Love is a collection of contemporary poetry about exactly that–life and love. The first part of the book features poems about the magic a young boy discovers while camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The second part of the book has a sampling of poetry about love, life and death, autumn, and dreams coming true.


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Pain and Renewal: A Poetry Anthology ~ Ken Gierke

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My poem, “Unwound,” appears in Pain & Renewal, A Poetry Anthology, from Vita Brevis Press. It’s available in digital and print editions, and the details can be found at Vita Brevis.

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Presence ~ The Indishe #writephoto

The land undulated into endless miles merging with the distant horizon. The dried wisps of grass cavorted with tiny flowers that danced on their fragile ,thin stalks in the gentle breeze. And not a soul was in sight. The only sound was the wind whispering softly.

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The Lore Of Old Stone ~ Geoff Le Pard #writephoto

There is a theory that there are an infinite number of parallel worlds of which we are one. There are many such theories: our universe is constantly expanding; marmite is delicious; intelligent propelling pencils inhabit one of the other worlds; and Piers Morgan is an utter tit. Only one is completely provable. In fact there are some 26 parallel worlds in our corner of the cosmos and we are the fifth, sandwiched between Dearth and Fearth – the first E in Eearth is silent. Dearth, coming before us is like all big brothers: bigger, clumsier, inclined to ignore us and painful if approached unexpectedly.

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Dancers

Strange forms on the edge of reality

Weaving patterns of past mystery

Tantalising threads repeating

Spiral across the ages

Unveil the tapestry

Unravelling time

Ancient portals

Opening

Open

Hearts

Now

At peace

Silent stone

Voiceless wisdom

Whispers to the wind

Gifts of understanding

From the well of memory

Half-forgotten yet remembered

Wraiths of a past that seeded our birth

Dance like wildflowers in a summer breeze

Double etheree for Colleen’s poetry challenge

The photos were taken at Avebury in midsummer, where we will be hosting this year’s June workshop weekend, Hidden Avebury: Seeking the Unseen.

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