And now for something completely different…
I have so far shared excerpts from my Epic Fantasy, THE PRINCE’S MAN, here and here.
Today it’s the turn of my Urban Fantasy, DESPRITE MEASURES. And no, that’s not a typo.
Here’s short blurb, so you know what you’re letting yourself in for:
Scottish water sprite, Cassie, lives a quiet life in human guise, along with her selkie boyfriend, until a magician tries to force her to power his crazy experiment.
Escape is only Cassie’s first challenge; she falls for her dangerous fellow captive, fire elemental Gloria, and somehow becomes the prize in a contest between rival covens.
Struggling to stay one step ahead of it all, her life and loves spiral dangerously out of control.
A unique eco-urban fantasy
Excerpt from Desprite Measures
It’s just as well I’m not claustrophobic.
Even so, being held captive in a bottle was not how I’d planned to spend my weekend.
It was also one of the most undignified positions I’ve ever been in; a water sprite can be squished down pretty small, but it doesn’t mean we enjoy the process.
Rainbows played across the clear glass walls of my prison, refracting through the swirling liquid of my elemental form. Taking a deep breath, metaphorically speaking, I tried to slow my agitated motion, in danger of over-heating. If someone would uncap my bottle, I’d be able to let off steam.
I prowled the confined space. It stood around ten inches tall, or should that be twenty-five centimetres? I can’t keep up with the speed humans alter things. My existence had flowed serenely through the millennia without need for change until the human race invented plumbing.
I’d known there might be drawbacks to living in human form but, after one too many close encounters with the local sewage farm, I’d taken the risk. It had its upsides. Elementals are solitary by nature, but I’d found that I liked having friends—not to mention the thrill of experiencing human emotions.
I don’t understand them all yet, but I’m learning.
Perhaps I should also have considered potential pit-falls, but I was still quite new to all this, and when Alison had come to me for support I’d wanted to help. Replaying the fateful conversation in my mind, I realised I should’ve smelled something fishy from the outset.
“I know it’s not your kind of thing, but will you come with me, Cassie? Please say you will,” Alison pleaded.
I considered my flame haired friend for a millisecond before committing. “Aye, of course I will, as long as you’re certain it’s what you want.”
She frowned. “What, to become a witch or go to this meeting?”
“The meeting, dear heart. I have no problem with you trying out witchcraft; all that communing with nature is so you. I’m just none too sure about this group.”
We both studied the website on Alison’s laptop.
“Look at this list of events.” I pointed to one corner of the screen. “Like this one: ‘Self-development through equine partnership’. What’s that all about?”
“But that’s only one thing,” Alison protested. “Look at the rest. Crystal dowsing, aura reading, herbalism, etcetera, etcetera.”
“Okay, okay! Of course I’ll come with you. It can’t hurt to go to one meeting, can it?”
How wrong could I have been? I know that at the first whiff of strong magic I should have run in the opposite direction. But no, that whiff had been so enticing: aromas of strawberries and cream and chocolate all rolled into one. Someone had studied the Facebook group I’d set up for my gym clients, and discovered exactly what would make me hesitate just that fraction of a second too long.
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