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The Man Who Wasn’t There – Part 14

the-man-who-wasnt-thereAfter taking a nap before the ritual, Brian wakes with the resolve to tell Jordan that he loves her. Andre catches them when they start kissing and get a little too familiar.

“But you mean it, right?” she asked.

“Absolutely. Cross my heart and hope….”

Jordan put her hand over his mouth. “No. Don’t finish that. Me too,” she whispered. “I love you, too.” She headed out the door.

Andre held Brian back. “I know she’s a delicious taste sensation, but trust me on this. Do not make the mistake of taking that girl to bed too soon. You’re both too young for all that.”

Brain bridled slightly. “How soon did you make it with Louisa?”

“She wasn’t my first, okay? We didn’t know each other until a little over three years ago. Like Jordan’s parents, hers moved away. They came back when she turned fifteen. They knew she needed instruction that they couldn’t give her. But I made it with this other chick when I was about your age. Got her pregnant. Now, I’m twenty and have a four year old kid with a woman who will never be my wife. I understand the urges well. Louisa makes me crazy just by walking in the room. But I don’t do anything with her folks around. Understood?”

“Yes. You’re right, Andre. I wasn’t thinking. I just told her I loved her for the first time.”

“I can dig it, Brian. This whole thing could go pear shaped.” He nodded. “I’ve got your back, you know that, right?”

“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Brian paused as they went out the door. “If I die, who takes my place? Do you get another Dreamer? And what happens to Jordan?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“No. I guess I don’t.”

“You aren’t gonna die, Brian. You keep all thoughts like that out of your head. Because if you give into the doubt, this whole thing could blow up in our faces and Mr. D., he wins.”

They walked downstairs together. The others were already out the door. Only Louisa, Jordan, Brian and Andre were left. Louisa embraced Brian, hugging him tightly. She kissed both his cheeks before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.

“You’re going to be fine,” she promised. “No worries allowed.”

“I’ll drive,” Andre offered.

Brian handed him the keys and hopped in the back seat with Jordan. As soon as they had their belts fastened, their lips met. They kissed the entire way to Chase’s house. Brian was very careful where he put his hands.

The swamp seemed darker than usual, more intimidating. Brian couldn’t suppress a shiver when he got out of the car. Jordan put her arms around him, hugging tight. She pulled him along, taking small steps, urging him forward. One hesitant step after another, he finally arrived at the house. Taking a deep breath, he walked up the stairs. His feet felt heavy, his body awkward and slow. Was it just fear, or was some outside force acting on him? He had no way of knowing. Dr. Meru hadn’t said anything about this.

Inside, he changed into his shorts. It felt weird wearing them without his underwear, but that contained synthetic fibers. A chilly wind blew through the house, scurrying up the leg of his loose pants. Brian shivered, but no one else seemed to notice. They met in Dora Finley’s kitchen and did a short cleansing. Just before they went outside, his mother wiped him down with warm blessed salt water, patting him dry with a soft linen towel.

Walking out the backdoor, barefoot and all but naked, was the most difficult thing he’d ever done. He was glad to reach the circle of trees where a merry bonfire blazed. Remembering the fire from last year, he shuddered, gazing deeply into the flames to see if anything lurked inside. Fortunately, no leering fire elementals danced within. It was nothing but his own wild and overactive imagination.

Everyone took their places. Jordan and the group of Casters surrounded a small table that held all their spell ingredients and tools. The others gathered around the clearing, picking up instruments. Brian would dance to their music. The bonfire took up a six foot diameter area in the middle of the clearing. The altar table was set up near the shed where Mr. Finley kept his workshop. There was a raked area around the fire, forming a circle.

Brian circled the fire, chanting as Dr. Meru had taught him. When he’d made the circuit three times, the music started. Saying a silent prayer, Brian began, his feet finding the right steps without his conscious effort. He felt the drums in his chest, the trill of the flutes rang in his ears. The musicians played and chanted as the others began the spell. Soon, the sounds blended into one, forming a droning backdrop to his movements.

Lost in the music, he continued his dance, repeating the pattern over and over, working up a sweat. He no longer felt the cold. With an uncomfortable lurch, his body traversed a different plane. This place was like nothing he’d seen before. Everything shimmered with every imaginable color. Birds sang, their trills lingering in the air in a multi-hued trail. There were no people, but animals gathered around, nudging him as they circled him. He saw creatures he didn’t recognize among the hundreds of beasts. He was starting to feel lost when two giant dogs burst into the circle, barking happily. Janus and Zofia circled him, yapping and licking him. Brian laughed at their antics.

“Is anyone here?” he called, but no one answered. “Hello? Peddler? We need you. We need your help against the Darkness. Can you help us?”

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I’ve Been Nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award!

The-Versatile-Blogger-AwardThank you, Rami Unger, for thinking of me. It really made my day finding your message on my blog. I love being nominated for these awards, because it validates, in some small way, all my hard work. Check out Rami’s blog here.

My next step is to tell you 7 random things about myself. I need to figure out 7 random, yet interesting things, about myself. That may be difficult. . . .

One—I volunteer with a small group of writers at our local Council on Aging. I love the group and have met some fascinating people there. I joke with my husband that my best friends are all over 60. In fact, several of them are old enough to be my mom and then some! It’s a lot of fun and keeps me laughing. I look forward to it all week.

Two—I had to drop out of typing class when I was in high school, because it stressed me out. We had those huge, hulking manual typewriters to type on. The upper ranks of keys were so far away from the home keys, I couldn’t reach them. (I have little hands.) I couldn’t hit the keys hard enough to mash them down, so my accuracy was horrible. I sat next to the best guy in the class. Smug bugger, he knew it, too. I wanted to punch him at least twice a class period. I didn’t actually learn how to type well until I got my first computer. I still can’t take a typing speed test without choking.

Three—I’ve told this before, so it isn’t really a new item of interest, but it’s something I’m proud of. Those of you who follow me, or listen to my radio shows, know that I write—a lot. I have, at post time of this message, 65 finished novels and 28 finished short stories. I also have 53 unfinished novels and 18 unfinished short stories.

Four—I have two radio broadcasts each month on Blog Talk Radio, Red River Writers Network. I’ve spoken to dozens of dellani photo dark 2 super cropwriters over the years, and enjoy the hell out of every show. I have had some amazing people on and wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.

Five—I collect odd events which I often include in my novels. Beware if you see me in the grocery store or a parking lot! Don’t be rude to the writer, she will put you in her next novel!

Six—I never thought I’d write romance novels. I never read them very often when I was younger, I mostly read fantasy and mysteries. I think the mysteries really influenced me, because I frequently write romantic suspense.

Seven—I have met a few famous people in my life. When I was at USM, the Honors College sponsored lectures by authors and actors. I met Ruth Warrick (Citizen Kane and All My Children), Richard Brautigan (author of Trout Fishing in America, among others) and Robin Cook (Coma). The theatre department brought in Edward Albee (Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe?) for a lecture series. Not only did I get to speak to him, but I got tons of pictures. He liked it so much, he would strike a pose for me.

Now, I want to nominate some bloggers:

karen vaughan pictureKaren Vaughan








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Ruth author picRuth Davis Hays