On Wings of Silver…Teaser…

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Okay. So I don’t know if you remember that I talked about being invited to participate in an anthology of short stories, well…I was. The theme of the book is mythology, folklore and fairytales. I was asked to write something to fit that genre and I did. I had finished quite a while ago, actually.

Now that I have an excerpt of my next book up on my site, I decided I would post the first bit of my story “On Wings of Silver” here. It is actually  meant to be the prequel to my YA series that I plan to get out as soon as I possibly can. Thorne and Aspen have kind of stolen my time…

Here you go…Enjoy! 🙂

On Wings of Silver

She could hear the first twittering of the baby birds rising to greet the golden beams of the morning in the forest. Other creatures woke and stretched, their thoughts hopeful now that summer had arrived. The deer nudged their young, the little furry beasts of the trees chattered their strategies, and the humans stretched their mouths wide. The area teemed with life.

Nahdea watched the colors of the sky as the beams of light first colored the clouds blue and pink with their weak light, then infusing them with gold as it rose higher in the vast sky. She listened to the drops of dew fall from the flower petals and was aware that she should return to Elfame lest she risk angering Aethiereal. However, she was known to be rebellious, playful, and careless to most in her world…a world that forever looked the same. She loved the human world, the imperfection of it, the changes it went through as the seasons changed.

She fell back once again upon the blossoms of her tree, not yet ready to go home and utterly bewitched by the natural waking of the morning that she loved so much. She propped her right ankle on her left knee and wagged her foot in contentment, returning her gaze to the sky through the leaves of the tree. She pulled in deep breaths of fresh air and felt a smile grace her lips. She could hear the wind coming, a gentle breeze that ran through the forest disturbing the calm of all the tree tops. She chuckled knowing it was the Dryads, the little sprites of the trees having their fun in the wee hours as well.

It was unclear to Nahdea how long she had been there, and she didn’t really care either, when she heard heavy footfalls. Hooves. She stood, the animal sounded large, and excitement flooded her. Curiosity rooted her to the branch. Her wings twitched in anticipation.

And then she saw him. He was a younger human with hair like flames and eyes the green-blue of the sea. Riding his steed of gray, he was. She felt a charge zap her from head to toe…and then he happened to glance up and their eyes held that connection. Even as he passed, he swiveled in his saddle to make contact yet again. Her breathing came fast, a little fear mingled with exhilaration. Would he come back and kill her? Did he feel what she had? Was that possible, for a human to feel anything for her kind?

It had been rumored in her world that humans did terrible things to the faeries. They hunted them and caught them, keeping them in glass lanterns or cages until they died. Or fearing what they did not understand and exterminating any they could find. There had been several from her own world, Elfame, that had passed. Each time one from her house lost its life, a lone leaf would fall from a tree. It would be a very sad day indeed when all those leaves were gone and blanketing the ground with the memory of those in her House, the House of Aethiereal.

And now, she had gone and broken those rules, staying so late after bestowing blessings over the forest, placing dew drops on petals, and feeling the warmth of the sun. It would be her own fault that she died, if that was this human’s intention.

She turned from the man on the horse and bent her knees to spring, her wings out to catch her. She knew it was time to get away.

“Wait!” the man called out to her, his hand outstretched from so far away, the look of peace in his expression as she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Just wait, little beauty.”

Curiosity pulled at her and she defied what she knew was right to turn back to him and drink him in some more. Placing her hands on her hips, she cocked her blonde head to the side inquisitively, and stared shamelessly at him through her eyes green as the spring grass.

“Who are you?” he asked, his commanding voice carrying through the wood.

She regarded him a moment and replied, “I am Nahdea, of the House of Aethiereal. Who would you be?”

He raised his brows, wearing an expression of surprise. He shook his head at her. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. I mean, I saw your mouth moving but heard little noise at all. Are you what they call a sprite?”

Nahdea shook her head back at him and waved her palms in his direction. How dare he call her a sprite!

“A pixie?” he went on smiling at her reaction.

She placed her finger on her mouth in thought, then shook her head again.

“But you are of the faeries, are you not?” He was amused with this game.

This time she nodded emphatically.

“You have a wonderful smile. I wish I knew your name,” he sounded wistful. “My name is Bronson. Bronson of Swan Lake, the eldest son of Ephraim LeClaire.”

She watched him bow in salutation and she covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Your laugh sounds like little bells,” he smiled up at her. “Perhaps I will call you Belle.”

Nahdea stuck out her tongue and waved her hands at him again in total disgust.

“Oooh, not Belle. Well, my mother’s name is Anne, I will name you after her.”

She had to tell him, to find the words he could understand and allow him to know her. Frantically, she searched her mind. Flapping her silvery wings, she floated to him and landed softly on his shoulder.

He pulled away, startled, but relaxed when he absorbed every feature on her beautiful face.

She cupped her hands around her mouth and spoke into his ear, “Nahdea.”

A smile spread over his mouth, setting his whole face aglow. “Nahdea is a beautiful name. Will you be here on the morrow?” he asked trying to look at her.

Nahdea’s grin became a smile full of little white pearls that gleamed in the sun and she nodded excitedly.

“Good, I will come to you. I must go now, but I will return. I promise. Good day, beautiful…Nahdea,” he breathed.

With a dainty spring and a flap of her wings, she was suspended in the air watching him leave, feeling oddly saddened by the loss. He was kind.

 

“She has found him,” Aethiereal muttered at the vision that swam before her eyes. She could feel the giddy excitement of attraction and although she didn’t like it, she knew what the Fates had in store for this young, foolish girl of her House. A sigh escaped her pale lips and her heart broke a tiny amount. Nahdea would know little for the rest of her days except heartbreak and lonliness.

 

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Production Diary: My Progress

Cast Dungeon

Well, I have a new look to my site. I found a really cool template and was able to install a BuddyPress ring on my website. However, I like the look a lot. One day, I can tweak it to how I want it as far as some graphics go, but for now it is pretty awesome. You can check it out at www.daishakorthbooks.com.

As far as my filming project, I emailed a gal referred to me by a friend. I asked her some questions about different things that concerned the project as she heads a theater group in my area. She might have some other insights and ideas, thoughts about a cast and people who do camera work. She could be a great addition to my crew!

I had a message from someone on Kickstarter who wanted to let me know they felt about my lack of rewards and how they really catered to the people in my own area. So, I sat down today and thought of more things I could offer. Now, there are more things to benefit those who back my project. It was a happy feeling to look and see that I at least made it 1% of the way! lol

I may not be off to the most rip-roaring start, but I will keep plugging along. This project means so much to me!

I did confirm, for those who know who he is, that my son Dante is going to play the part of Kendric Tiller and I think he will do a fabulous job!

Production Diary: My Progress

Cast Dungeon

Okay. So I am feeling very panicky today. Maybe discouraged is more like it. There are so many projects on Kickstarter that are raising sums three or four…even ten times what I am trying to get by with on mine that are making their goals. It is true that they might have had these investors lined up ahead of time, but to see those figures makes me feel hopeless when I can’t get my friends and family to even share my posts, with the amazing exception of two or three.

My mind begins to run away from me, plaguing my thoughts of “who am I kidding?” and “I guess I’m not meant to be successful” and “why am I not worth the effort?”. It is easy to do when people who are supposedly your friends suddenly ignore you when you ask for their support.

In the next moment, I feel as though I have worked my ass off to get to where I am and I do deserve the opportunity to make my dreams happen. If I had the resources I wouldn’t even need to use an entity like Kickstarter. But I don’t and they are what stand between being better or staying mediocre. I don’t want to be just mediocre, average.

I was very touched that two strangers to me have reached out and tried to spread the word for me as my reach goes only so far. These people will never feel the increase in my heartbeat when I saw that they had helped, they will never see my smile of gratitude or the tears that were in my eyes. They will never know, even when I tell them, that I appreciate it so very much, just how grateful I am.

Out of my entire social circle, three friends are all that have helped in spreading the word. I find that insulting, actually. A handful RT me on twitter, most of them people I barely know. They believe in my abilities more than my own family. Crazy, right? It isn’t so much the lack of enthusiasm from those I am close to, it is the cold shoulder feeling that just makes me feel bad.

Am I mad because only 3 people have contributed? No, of course not. It is the silence that speaks volumes and screams in my ears that I am no good.

Well, I told you that I would update you on my journey. Why report only the rainbows and sunshine when that would make this account completely false. These are the moments that make you grow as a person. These are the times when the stars come out because it is so dark. This is when I step away and spread my wings in spite of them all.

I may not be able to do this project now, but I pray every night that it will manifest with my hard work. In the event that it does not go through, I will just come out swinging all the harder and find ways to piece it together. Victory will be sweet!

If you made it this far through my whining, I apologize. Wait. No, I don’t. I have spent my life apologizing for things I shouldn’t have to. I am a human being with real feelings and I believe that from time to time I should be allowed to expose my soft underbelly and show just how real I am. Thank you for reading. I know 99% of those who follow will not and do not. If I am simply talking to myself here, then it is cheap therapy for I can shed my rantings here and lighten my load a bit.

Be a leader, not a follower. Take charge of yourself, your dreams, and take the steps to make them come true…with or without those “close” to you.  🙂

 

Production Diary: Kickstarter!

Cast Dungeon

I had submitted my project to Kickstarter officially yesterday. I made a video to show my ideas and what the project will be. You can view it on my page on Kickstarter.

They sent me an email with a few ideas to improve my project. I made the corrections they asked for, which were not many, and they emailed me about an hour or two later to tell me that they approved my project.

What does this mean, exactly?

Well, it means I have 30 days to raise a hefty sum to film my project. Supporters are able to donate to my cause through the Kickstarter site and will not be charged a thing if I can’t make my goal. You can donate as little or as much as you would like, or can. Every dollar counts. When you support my project, there are incentives for some different denominations. I think they are quite fun, if you ask me. This is a site where I plan on helping others every chance I get.

So now, I must rely on others to make my dreams come true. My hands are tied until then. If you can’t help at all monetarily, helping with the set, the production, the cast…anything at all will be most welcome!

For all of you who review my project, who become a part of it in any way, and support me as I get this underway, I love you, I appreciate you, and I pray that one day I can return the favor to you.  🙂 So far, I have one backer. One  drop in my bucket of success!  I’m on my way!

Production Diary: My Progress

Cast Dungeon

Well, I have a new goal for the new year.

I am going to produce the chapters of my books as a webseries! That is right! One chapter a week will be aired as a new episode via the Web.

What have I been doing to get the project underway? I have given it a lot of thought. I have started my screenplays. I have begun my Kickstarter campain. I have emailed our local university, asking for their involvement. I have been busy recruiting a Director. And I made a video of my project.

I want to make journal entries to update you on my progress and keep you all in the know.  🙂 So when I have something new to report, all of you will be the first to know about it.

Thank you for reading, for your support and your advice as I embark upon this quest.

To watch the video that will be on my Kickstarter campaign, click here.