Passions of the Flame
On reprieve from his last human death Moros has made a bargain with the faerie queen...lure the queen's half-mortal, half fae daughter, Fallon, to the otherworld, so they can be together.
His reward...the queen will beseech the Olympian council to relinquish Moros' punishment, return him to his prior, ethereal and immortal state.
Word Count: 40,395
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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© Cover Art by Eliza Black, April 2005
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Scottish Dalriada 495 A.D.
The eve of Bealtuinn
It was early in the morn, and the activity in the Gaelic village was already full of merriment as the clans prepared to herald the growing season. The sacred woods were being gathered to pile the pyres high. And children weaved among the market stalls frolicking in their youthful playfulness and taking advantage of their youthful delights. Others gathered flowers with which to bedeck themselves, their families, and their hearths. The sounds of mallets performing their seasonal mendings could be heard throughout the village. The clashing of metal by men in swordplay and the clinking of sticks as many play precision games resonated through the market square. But best of all, the mouth-watering smells of simmering foods wafted through the air.
"Nevin!" Perched atop his mighty destrier, the warhorse at a lazy walk, the stranger who had just entered the village shouted to his friend.
Pausing with his wood-cutting task, Nevin Selby turned toward the caller and smiled broadly. He would recognize that strong, mighty form, that sturdy, leather chest shield he wore--scratched and battle worn--even if he were a blind man. "Why look who it be!"
Two seasons had passed since he had laid eyes on his friend. It was the warrior who saved his life during Nevin's last battle, when his leg was nearly torn off by the sword of the painted ones--the Picts. "Kane Siosal, I see yer sorry arse still be movin'"
Using a long stick for support, Nevin limped closer.
The warrior dismounted from his beast and straightened the brat he wore draped thrice around his chest. Pushing the hood of his leine from his head, a deep chuckle emerged from his throat, causing passing females to turn their heads to the rich sound and the handsome stranger that had just entered their village.
"Me arse is a sturdy thin', but a bit of luck helps."
Giggles emerged from three nearby women who overheard Kane and he tipped his head toward them in greeting. Again they giggled, their bodies closing, their heads tipping tightly together to whisper secrets, occasionally glancing Kane's way.
"Who might this handsome warrior be?" Another woman approached and slid into Nevin's arms, her gaze grazing along Kane's shoulders before snapping up to his face.
"'Tis Kane Siosal, wife." Nevin gave her a squeeze.
"Ah, so ye be the man who saved me husband's life." Moving toward Kane the woman grasped his shoulders to keep her balance as she rose on her tiptoes to give him a thankful kiss on each cheek. "Cead Mile Failte." A hundred thousand welcomes.
Kane dipped his head to accommodate her or else she would not have reached, for he stood more than a head above her tiny frame. "And this be the woman whose name Nevin called from his restless sleep ev'ry eve."
"I be Glenna Selby." She smiled broadly. "Where did ye learn such a talent, mendin' a torn leg?"
"Kane has talents aplenty, wife."
The eavesdropping ladies nearby, murmured and giggled once more.
"Hmm." Glenna scanned the village, observing the women who beamed a lustful eye at Kane Siosal. Her expression became amused. "Ye will be joinin' us for the celebrations I gather? It seems there will be females in abundance who will wish to make yer acquaintance if ye know my meanin'."
"Aye, of course he will," Nevin answered in Kane's place. He leaned in closer to Glenna. "But perhaps he will catch yer fancy this eve, woman."
Nevin grinned at his wife.