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Friday, July 27, 2012
Ancestral memories and the battle for true love
Lynette Endicott and I are fascinated by the concept of ancestral memories.
Together we have written a six book series driven by this theme.
Love, hate, heartmark birthmarks and a time traveling enemy set on revenge all combine to make this a series that we hope will have readers at the edge of their seats from August 2012 all the way through December 2015!
Animal Instinct~ August 2012, Survival Instinct ~ April 2013, Pioneer
Instinct ~ December 2013, Protective Instinct ~ August 2014, Maternal Instinct ~ April 2015, Primal
Instinct ~ December 2015
An evil from
the past threatens to destroy the love developing between Allison and
ancestral memories hold the key to freedom, or overwhelm them with fear?
There is nothing so evil as this
Mildreth's sword shone blood red,
raised above the couple's heads, as she swore she would keep them apart. Aleena
pressed closer to Colin, cold fear curling in her chest. She cried out when a
steaming drop of blood fell from the sword tip and burned into the flesh of her
bare shoulder, leaving a heart-shaped mark. She clung to Colin's encircling
arms, even though there was little warmth in his chest at her back. He must be
as chilled as she was. Aleena was unable to breath as terror and pain swirled
around and within her.
"Know from this mark that not
only you, but also your daughters, will be hunted by me across the generations.
They will have great tribulation in love, and a sword shall divide them from
the mate of their soul."
With an angry cry, Mildreth moved
her sword in a swift, slashing arc, the tip leaving a cold breeze as it barely
missed Aleena's cheek, aiming for the ivory that lay on the ground in front of
her, accurately dividing in two the broach that Colin had presented to her as a
wedding gift. Before the beauty of their lovemaking. Before the horror of
A flash of evil green sparked at the
division, but before it could grow it was countered by a ball of golden light
coming from a motion of the Prophetess, who appeared at Mildreth's side.
Mildreth backed away from the warm glow of goodness and love that countered her
evil intent. Before hope could rise in Aleena's breast, the Prophetess turned
sympathetic eyes on her.
"I cannot take away the
Mildreth's anger and evil intent, but I can give you hope." The voice of the
prophetess was as soft and airy as a summer breeze. "If Mildreth is intent
on doing wrong to you and your daughters, I will protect you, at least in part.
She can only intervene before wedding vows are taken. Her desire to hurt your
daughters has backfired. She will be thrown through time by her evil desire to
harm you and yours, generation after generation.
"You," she pointed the
wand at the cowering enemy, "will be the instrument of your own evil
anger, doomed to live through generations, to find each offspring of Aleena,
and to prevent her happiness if you can. You cannot do actual harm to them or
those who love them, but you can attempt to derail their happiness if you must.
I pray one day you will see the error of your hatred and replace it with love
-- but until you do, you may attempt to keep those who love apart from each
The prophetess turned glowing,
sapphire blue eyes to them, the expression on her beautiful, semi-translucent
face kind and full of empathy.
"Aleena, Colin, know that your
daughters' daughters will not be alone as they battle this enemy. Each will be
given three helpers."
A soft, golden glow shown around the
prophetess as she uttered her assurances.
"First, each will have a helper
from among the animal kingdom, as represented in the carvings of the broach.
This animal will be given knowledge beyond its kin, will protect each child,
and will help to bring her together with the one who will complete her soul and
give her joy."
Her glow became brighter as her
healing words flowed over Aleena.
"Second, your daughters will be
given memories, passed on through generations, dormant until they are needed,
which will assist them in the time of greatest need."
Now the glow was so bright, Aleena
shielded her eyes with a trembling hand.
"And, finally, the
broach." The carvings of the two parts began to glow in response to her
words. "Aleena, pick up the part with the clasp."
Aleena's hand trembled as she
reached for the sleeping cat carved in ivory forming the center of the piece.
It was unexpectedly cool to her touch.
"This," said the
Prophetess, "shall be passed down to the daughters who bear the
Heartmark." She gestured to the heart-shaped burn on her shoulder.
"When they find the part that completes the broach, they will know what is
needed to break the curse."
The Prophetess turned her attention
"Colin, pick up the
Colin did as he was told.
"Hold it in your left hand and
take out your Sgian Dubh with your right." He pulled the dagger
from his hose, below the hem of his kilt, strapped at his knee. Both the dagger
and the broach began to glow in his hands.
The prophetess nodded her approval.
"Press them together."
The handle of his long dagger was plain bone.
When it touched the remainder of the ivory broach, the carved relief of the
animals from the broach melded into the handle. "You will pass the knife to a man you deem worthy, a friend
whose valor saves your life or the life of one you love. Tell him this story,
and the blade will always find its way to the lover of her soul when a daughter
of Aleena is in need."
In a flash of green and yellow
light, both enemy and Prophetess were gone.
Aleena let out a shuddering breath
and pressed closer to Colin, turning to bury her face in his chest. Immediately
his warm, strong arms came around her, and she sobbed for several long moments
as he stroked her hair and murmured reassurances in her ear.
"Hush, love, you're safe. We'll
"Are you sure?" She leaned
back a little, and the cold flat of the Sgian
Dubh brushed her shoulder as Colin shifted his hold, and with his other
hand, tilted her face up toward his own.
She still held the broach in her
hand. In that moment the carving on the broach was drawn to the relief on the
handle. They came together in a perfect fit.
Aleena stared at the joined
carvings, then shifted her gaze to the green, clear eyes of her husband. She
shook her head in disbelief. "Is this real?" Her voice came out in a
raspy whisper. "What does it mean?"
"I think it means that, for our
generation at least, we are safe from any further interference from
Mildreth." His shadowed eyes snagged and held hers. Sadness simmered
within their green depths. "But God help our daughters."