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23 June 2013

Guest Blog: Kim Headlee

This week, we're welcoming author Kim Headlee, who takes readers to an ancient time in her novel DAWNFLIGHT. The author will offer a free copy of the book to a lucky blog visitor. Here's the blurb:

Gyanhumara “Gyan” nic Hymar is a Caledonian chieftainess by birth, a warrior and leader of warriors by training, and she is betrothed to Urien map Dumarec, a son of her clan’s deadliest enemy, by right of Arthur the Pendragon’s conquest of her people. For the sake of peace, Gyan is willing to sacrifice everything...perhaps even her very life, if her foreboding about Urien proves true.

Arthur map Uther is the bastard son of two worlds, Roman by his father and Brytoni by his mother. Denied hereditary rulership by the elders of Chieftainess Ygraine’s clan, Arthur has followed Uther’s path to become Dux Britanniarum, the Pendragon: supreme commander of the northern Brytoni army. The Caledonians, Scots, Saxons, and Angles keep him too busy to dwell upon his loneliness...most of the time.

When Gyan and Arthur meet, each recognize within the other their soul’s mate. The treaty has preserved Gyan’s ancient right to marry any man, providing he is a Brytoni nobleman—but Arthur does not qualify. And the ambitious Urien, Arthur’s greatest political rival, shall not be so easily denied. If Gyan and Arthur cannot prevent Urien from plunging the Caledonians and Brytons back into war, their love will be doomed to remain unfulfilled forever.

**Q&A with Kim Headlee**

Please tell us a little about Dawnflight
Dawnflight is the first installment of The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, a series that I hope will span at least eight volumes, including two which precede Dawnflight in terms of the characters' chronology. Dawnflight features the romance of Gyanhumara (“Gyan”) and Arthur beginning in the aftermath of the first of Arthur's twelve battles, in which he defeated her people and established the treaty clause that she must marry a nobleman from his side of the border.
Of course, treaties, like all other rules, are indeed meant to be broken. The trick lies in how to break them without creating calamity for all involved. Throw in an enemy invasion for good measure (battles two and three on Arthur's list of twelve), and Our Heroes have quite the conundrum, indeed.
What inspired you to write it?
A combination of factors contributed.
When I was 7 (I'm dating myself, but I stopped caring about such things decades ago), my parents took me to see the movie Camelot in the theatre. The two images I liked best from that first viewing were Guinevere in her white fur wrap and the knights fighting on top of the Round Table and breaking it. Both foreshadowed the direction of my Arthurian fiction.
At age 9, I read a modern-English rendering of Malory’s Le Morte d’Arthur cover to cover and became hooked. I began devouring every Arthurian title I could lay my hands on. In those days, that meant editions such as The Boy's King Arthur, a version of Malory illustrated by Howard Pyle, an umpteenth reprinting of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, and an almost-umpteenth reprinting of The Once and Future King.
In high school, my parents gave me a first-edition copy of The Hollow Hills, which made me thirst after historical adaptations. The highest compliment any reviewer has paid my work to date is to give it a favorable comparison to Mary Stewart's novels; she was my primary literary hero in those days. She still is, come to think of it.
High school was when I first started writing my own version of the Arthur-Guinevere relationship. I still have a couple of drafts of that—and read them recently, in fact. What a hoot! 100% teenage girl, no question about it.
Then Marion Zimmer Bradley came out with her iconic entry into the Legends (Mists of Avalon and, yes, I have a first edition of that, too), which concentrated on "rehabilitating" the reputation of Morgan le Fay.
Through all of this—and I include the works by Nancy McKenzie, Persia Woolley, Sharan Newman, and Helen Hollick—I couldn't find a rendering of Guinevere that I well and truly liked. So, as the adage goes, "If you want something done right..." :D
What’s different about this new version from the award-winning one released in 1999?
Glad you asked!
The most obvious difference at first glance is the inclusion of my digital line-art renderings of images engraved on Pictish standing stones found throughout Scotland, plus some of my original artwork inspired by said stones. These drawings function throughout the text as clues to the reader of an imminent viewpoint shift: the doves represent Gyan, the dragons Arthur, and so forth. With more than ten viewpoint characters, I decided my readers could use a bit of help!
Linguistically—aside from tighter wording and hotter sex—I have expanded my characters' vocabularies to include additional epithets, endearments, insults, and mythology in order to more richly define their world. I never would have dared to do this had I not decided to include a glossary. Since my work has truly epic scope, I also include an index of characters who appear or who are referenced in the book. This index defines each character’s function in the story and gives other pertinent details.
I’ve heard you say that yours is a Guinevere “people will actually like.” What do you mean by that? What makes her different?
She's smart (and sometimes a smartass!), she's strong willed, she has a fairly firm idea of who she is and what she wants from life—and from her life-partner—and yet all that strength forms a shell around a compassionate, vulnerable core. She wants to do the best thing for her people but sometimes doesn't have the first clue how to accomplish it and seeks approval along the way. Consequently, she is mercilessly hard on herself when she perceives that she has failed to meet others' expectations. In short, she is very much a woman that female readers can relate to despite the fact that most of us don't rule clans or collect heads. I once described the book to a coworker as, “a female assertiveness training manual.” It’s not far from the truth. Male readers can simply sit back and enjoy the view, along with the battles and political intrigue and whatnot.
What made you choose Scotland as the location for your novel when England is the traditional setting?
Several research works I read in the 1980s—before Dawnflight first took shape upon the page—suggested to me that the Border Country was an ideal location for Arthur's military operations. Plus, I was attracted to the cross-cultural aspect of having Arthur be a Romanized Celt and Gyan a Pict (or "ban-Caledonach," as she would call herself in my newly invented Pictish terminology). In fact, the more I delve into Scottish Gaelic to create Pictish terms for place-names, the more I am convinced that southern Scotland/northern England was Arthur's home turf, in spite of what others may insist. The wording, in comparison to traditional Arthurian place-names and battle sites that nobody can identify with anything approaching certainty, fits far too nicely to be mere coincidence.
And, yes, I firmly believe Arthur, his wife, and their associates existed. To do anything less would be a gross disservice to my writing and to my readers.
I’ve read that you purposefully stripped your tale of the magic usually associated with Arthurian legend to focus more on the history. Why?
Oh, the magic is there, trust me! But it is the magic of visions and prophecies, the magic of prayer, the magic of curses and blessings, the magic of herbal lore...and most of all, the magic that happens when two charismatic individuals unite to forge a better world for themselves, each other, and their people.
The summary for your book puts forth an interesting premise: Gyan (Guinevere) marries someone other than Arthur. What made you choose such a bold departure from previous legend?
Good question! I think it may have been inspired by some obscure, ancient tale...after having studied the Arthurian Legends for more than four decades, it's safe to say that I've forgotten far more than most people know about the subject.
Actually, to be fair—and this isn't really a spoiler alert—Gyan is betrothed to Urien. After she and Arthur meet and become attracted to each other, they spend the rest of the book trying to figure out how she can extricate herself from the betrothal without making Urien start a civil war.
Dawnflight has a sequel, correct? What can you tell us about this book and when it will be available?

Morning's Journey picks up the morning after Dawnflight leaves off and follows Gyan & Arthur through more battles and family changes and triumphs and tragedies. And it delves a little farther into the relationship of Gyan and Angusel (Lancelot). Morning’s Journey will be available as soon as I can get a cover commissioned & delivered, since my copyeditor has given me her input.

Learn more about author Kim Headlee: www.kimheadlee.com

Read DAWNFLIGHT now and learn more: www.dawnflight.com

See the Book Trailer on YouTube:


Amazon.com link to all available editions:

20 June 2013

Excerpt Thursday: Dawnflight by Kim Headlee

This week, we're welcoming author Kim Headlee, who takes readers to an ancient time in her novel DAWNFLIGHT. Join us on Sunday, when the author will offer a free copy of the book to a lucky blog visitor. Here's the blurb:

Gyanhumara “Gyan” nic Hymar is a Caledonian chieftainess by birth, a warrior and leader of warriors by training, and she is betrothed to Urien map Dumarec, a son of her clan’s deadliest enemy, by right of Arthur the Pendragon’s conquest of her people. For the sake of peace, Gyan is willing to sacrifice everything...perhaps even her very life, if her foreboding about Urien proves true.

Arthur map Uther is the bastard son of two worlds, Roman by his father and Brytoni by his mother. Denied hereditary rulership by the elders of Chieftainess Ygraine’s clan, Arthur has followed Uther’s path to become Dux Britanniarum, the Pendragon: supreme commander of the northern Brytoni army. The Caledonians, Scots, Saxons, and Angles keep him too busy to dwell upon his loneliness...most of the time.

When Gyan and Arthur meet, each recognize within the other their soul’s mate. The treaty has preserved Gyan’s ancient right to marry any man, providing he is a Brytoni nobleman—but Arthur does not qualify. And the ambitious Urien, Arthur’s greatest political rival, shall not be so easily denied. If Gyan and Arthur cannot prevent Urien from plunging the Caledonians and Brytons back into war, their love will be doomed to remain unfulfilled forever.

**An Except from DAWNFLIGHT** 

Gyan turned her head toward the sound of the approaching army. In her entire life, she had never expected to be gladdened by the sight of a thousand Ròmanach-equipped Breatanach warriors. Yet she felt like whooping for pure joy. She settled instead on a sigh of relief. Captivity bred strange ideas indeed.
Even if the Scáthinaich did kill her, she’d die with the knowledge that they wouldn’t be long in following her.
She peered over her right shoulder at the Scáthinach camp. From what she could tell, they hadn’t heard the approaching Breatanach columns over the din of their axes and mallets and shouts. She suppressed a grin.
The rumbling stopped. A peek westward revealed the troops halted on the pair of ridges beyond her. They began advancing a rank at a time, as quietly as possible and staying clear of the river valley, where they would have been visible to the camp.
A bronze-helmeted head popped over the edge of the rise.
Could it be? Impossible! She had to be dreaming. Too much time under the elements had made her overwrought imagination produce this vision.
She blinked, hard. Wonder of wonders, Arthur did not disappear!
Their eyes met. His gaze was every bit as intense as she remembered. The air around him seemed to throb with his strength and courage. Mentally, she drew upon that power with her steady gaze.
He smiled briefly. Her heart danced.
The instant passed. He crawled to the top of the ridge and scuttled through the tall grass to her platform.
“Any Scots watching, Gyanhumara?” he whispered.
She cast a glance at the camp and shook her head. He rose to his knees, lifted his sword, cut the rope, and ducked back into the grass. Rubbing her stiff arms, she took a step away from the post.
“Get back,” he ordered, still whispering. “I’m not ready for you to move yet.”
As Gyan backed up to the post, a collective shout rose from the enemy camp. Arthur jumped to his feet, Caleberyllus in hand. But the enemy’s attention was focused on the city gates, where Urien was emerging with the Port Dhoo-Glass defense force.
From the platform, Arthur waved a “hold steady” signal to his column and to the men on the opposite ridge.
“Urien can’t have seen our approach from his position. What does that fool think he’s doing?” he muttered as the two sides rapidly closed across the neutral ground.
“Trying to save me, of course. I’ve been up here for hours.” Fists on hips, Gyan regarded the Pendragon critically. The thought of letting Urien die in this battle was tempting—but unworthy. “Well, Arthur, are we going to help him? Or just sit up here and watch his troops get devoured?”
“We are going to wait until the Scots are committed to attacking Urien.” His gaze locked on hers. “Then we will devour them.”
His face betrayed no emotion save readiness for the imminent battle. Yet his cool appraisal of her sent a tingle down her spine and prodded her into action.
“Good.” If she was ever going to find out how things really stood between her and Arthur, she realized she would have to take the initiative. And there was no time like the present. “Then permit me to thank you for rescuing me.”
She threw her arms around his neck and sought his lips with hers. His surprise didn’t last long. He wrapped his arms around her and began questing with his tongue as though trying to probe her secret depths, a response even more passionate than she had ever dared to imagine! Desire too long suppressed welled up within her with surprising yet satisfying force, finding release through her ravenous lips. As he ran his fingers through her hair and she pressed her body to his, an exquisite ache flared in her loins. Her heart racing like fire through sun-scorched grass, all thought of enemies and battles fled, only for a moment.
But, oh, what a glorious moment!

Learn more about author Kim Headlee: www.kimheadlee.com

Read DAWNFLIGHT now and learn more: www.dawnflight.com

See the Book Trailer on YouTube:

Amazon.com link to all available editions:

21 October 2012

Guest Blog: Nancy Jardine


This week, we’re welcoming author Nancy Jardine whose title THE BELTANE CHOICE takes readers to northern Britannia as the Celts face the threat of Roman ambitionNancy is here to talk about the novel and offer an ebook copy to a lucky winner. Here's the blurb:

Can the Celtic Tribes repel the Roman army?

AD 71

Banished from the nemeton, becoming a priestess is no longer the future for Nara, a princess of the Selgovae tribe. Now charged with choosing a suitable mate before Beltane, her plan is thwarted by Lorcan, an enemy Brigante prince, who captures her and takes her to his hill fort. Despite their tribes fighting each other, Nara feels drawn to her captor, but time runs out for her secret quest.

As armies of the Roman Empire march relentlessly northwards, Lorcan intends to use Nara as a marriage bargain, knowing all Celtic tribes must unite to be strong enough to repel imminent Roman attack. Nara’s father, Callan, agrees to a marriage alliance between Selgovae and Brigante, but has impossible stipulations. Lorcan is torn between loyalty to his tribe and growing love for Nara.  

When danger and death arrive in the form of the mighty Roman forces, will Nara be able to choose her Beltane lover?

**Q&A with Nancy Jardine**

Why did you set your first historical novel, The Beltane Choice, in AD 71 when the Romans were invading Britain?

Researching Celtic and Roman history wasn’t originally undertaken for writing my first novel. During my teaching career I taught 11-12 year olds; loved teaching all historical periods but particularly enjoyed telling the kids about the might of the Roman Empire swooping onto the shores of Celtic Britain. Since I live in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, ancient history is on my doorstep. I used local archaeological evidence; collected information from public library sources; bought suitable books to use with the kids, and scaled it down for classroom use. Years later, when I began writing The Beltane Choice, those Roman /Celtic researches were used as general background. And being the squirrel that I am, I still had all the research material which I topped up on when something needed more detail as I wrote The Beltane Choice.

Is The Beltane Choice a stand alone novel, or part of a series?

When I completed The Beltane Choice I had no intention to write a sequel. While seeking a publisher for it I wrote a couple of contemporary novels- Monogamy Twist and Take Me Now. They both ended up being published first. It was only when a reader of Monogamy Twist , a contemporary history/ mystery romance, asked when its sequel was going to be on the shelves that I seriously considered writing a sequel to The Beltane Choice. I’m currently writing that, taking on a character into more adventures with the Roman Army in Britain. I’m enjoying writing about the period so much I also have an idea for a third in the series.

Do you write mainly in the historical genre?

No. During the last few years I’ve been writing in different genres and sub/genres- though all but one of my novels has some kind of historical element. While still teaching (till 2001) I wrote two full-length non- fiction books, both of which were historically based. Monogamy Twist (Aug 2011), is a contemporary history/ mystery romance that is my version of an outrageous Dickensian Bequest of a slightly dilapidated English estate. The Beltane Choice (Aug 2012) is my first historical novel set in Celtic/Roman Britain A.D.71. In mid- Dec 2012 my second contemporary history/mystery, Topaz Eyes, will be published. Topaz Eyes has a complicated ancestral plot and is a quest for a scattered collection of fabulous jewellery. There’s a bit of murder, mayhem and mystery, as well as history, involved in it. I’ve also written a time-travel adventure novel for children, aged 10-12 years, called Dabbling With Time. That’s mainly set in Celtic/ Roman Britain but during a different era- A.D.210 during the Severan Campaigns. (It still seeks a publisher)

Take Me Now (Aug 2012), is the exception. It’s a light-hearted contemporary mystery with plenty of zipping around the world involved-though with no historical elements in it.

What did you like best about writing The Beltane Choice?

Through my researches I’ve encountered historically recorded people, and made notes about them, though there’s not much available for the Celtic/Roman period in Britain of A.D.71. That meant for The Beltane Choice I’ve had to rely on imagination a lot more to create a believable setting and real people. The hardest thing about writing the novel was deciding about the historical ‘writing style’. By that I mean the vocabulary used, and the way it’s used. In a Regency novel there is a reader expectation of vocabulary of the day and the mode of speech, rhythm patterns and cadences. Since there is a dearth of written evidence regarding Celtic/Roman Britain I adopted what I would term a more archaic vocabulary and speech delivery in an attempt to place the novel in a far distant time. This is challenging, but I enjoy it very much.

What are you working on just now?

I’ve three current projects on the go. Mostly I’m concentrating on the sequel to The Beltane Choice. This has involved much more Roman history research of the Flavian and Agricolan periods of A.D. 71-A.D. 84. I’m really enjoying this just now as it is years since I did in-depth research of the period. Unfortunately I’m also easily distracted and have been reading far more detail than I can ever use in my sequel to The Beltane Choice. The book has no title as yet. I’m not really a fast writer so it will be some months before it is at a ‘ready to seek a publisher’ stage. 

I am also part way into a family saga. For the last few years I’ve done a fair bit of  in-depth ancestry research, and as a result of those studies I’ve created a plot for a family saga spanning the years from approx. 1850 through to the 1950s. Though fictionalised, the plot has loosely used some very controversial information I’ve found out about my own extended family (the details of which remain secret for now).
I’ve also plotted out a sequel to my time-travel novel for children which will take the same trio of Aberdeenshire children into a Viking adventure.

Nancy Jardine's The Beltane Choice is available from Crooked Cat BooksAmazon.co.uk and Amazon.com.   

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18 October 2012

Excerpt Thursday: The Beltane Choice by Nancy Jardine

This week, we’re welcoming author Nancy Jardine whose title THE BELTANE CHOICE takes readers to northern Britannia as the Celts face the threat of Roman ambitionJoin us Sunday, when Nancy will be here to talk about the novel and offer an ebook copy to a lucky winner. Here's the blurb:

Can the Celtic Tribes repel the Roman army?
AD 71

Banished from the nemeton, becoming a priestess is no longer the future for Nara, a princess of the Selgovae tribe. Now charged with choosing a suitable mate before Beltane, her plan is thwarted by Lorcan, an enemy Brigante prince, who captures her and takes her to his hill fort. Despite their tribes fighting each other, Nara feels drawn to her captor, but time runs out for her secret quest.

As armies of the Roman Empire march relentlessly northwards, Lorcan intends to use Nara as a marriage bargain, knowing all Celtic tribes must unite to be strong enough to repel imminent Roman attack. Nara’s father, Callan, agrees to a marriage alliance between Selgovae and Brigante, but has impossible stipulations. Lorcan is torn between loyalty to his tribe and growing love for Nara.  

When danger and death arrive in the form of the mighty Roman forces, will Nara be able to choose her Beltane lover?

**An Excerpt from THE BELTANE CHOICE**

Above the noises of the marsh creatures and the flapping of birds rising out of the boggy waters Nara heard sounds of people at their daily work as Brennus padded behind her, keeping her moving at a steady lope. A child cried somewhere, but the direction was impossible to tell. The marshes deadened the sounds, muffling them, baffling inexpert ears like her own, and tall marsh plants set up an odd sort of disorientation. The sounds of iron on an anvil hummed close by; a voice sang a merry accompaniment. The acrid reek of the forge mingled with the smells of the waterside and the nauseating stench of tanning leather.
Brennus forced her into a large clearing close to the lake’s edge, Lorcan’s warrior band having spread around the perimeter, where they sought somewhere sound enough to tether their horses. Nara had no need to do so as Brennus kept a tight grip on Eachna’s rein.
“Lorcan!” Brennus’s laughing tale was imparted deliberately across the clearing, loud enough for all around to hear. “You will be glad to hear your Selgovae captive did not succeed in her futile escape attempt.”
A glower, wild as a thunderstorm, raked her for long moments before Lorcan spoke to the warrior beside him, the torque and armbands adorning the young man proclaiming his rank at the crannog settlement.
Nara felt the back of her throat thicken as she tried to ignore the umbrage in Lorcan’s gaze, his saying nothing making failure feel even more acute. Anger she could rally against; ignoring her was more hurtful to her frayed emotions.
The ground Brennus then forced her over was solid underfoot, constructed of hard packed earth reinforced with binding materials to keep it firm. A timber walkway, some twenty paces long, led out across the lake water to platforms accommodating two crannog roundhouses with adequate space all around them. One dwelling was of the usual size; the other a smaller one for storage. Two horses were tethered alongside the smaller in a covered but wall-less enclosure. A forge just outside the larger roundhouse spewed out dense black smoke while a smith plied his craft, hammering a rhythmic ring-ting as he fashioned a metal tool.
Grond called out to the sweating smith Nara could see hunched over the anvil.
“Look after these horses for Lorcan. I will send a boy to help you. We go to see my father.”
Grond took another pathway leading out of the clearing, Lorcan following him. Just before they disappeared out of sight, Nara felt Lorcan’s gaze fleetingly alight on her, as though making sure she was still there. Though he was across the opened space, his eyes held hers in silent censure before he trudged on, the downturn of his lips marking his displeasure.
Willing herself not to be upset by it Nara pretended indifference…but it hurt to see condemnation in Lorcan’s eyes. And that was foolish. He was her enemy as much as every other Brigante around her.
Head down she trawled behind as the warrior-band followed Lorcan, making their way along another reinforced pathway and across a log causeway bordered by wattled walls. Brennus followed in her wake, taking his guarding seriously. Once into the open at the lake’s edge she could see the roundhouse they approached more clearly, no longer obscured by the tall reed and fronding light-green willow cover.
The crannog dwelling sat tall and proud, this one a little larger than a typical roundhouse. Built out over the water, its circular wooden platform sat on stilted foundations, the walkway access edged with a waist-high woven wall of willow, with an infill of thinner twigs. The wattle and clay daubed wall of the dwelling was low, no higher than Nara’s head, the thatched roof beams protruding over the top of it, creating a shady overhang. On the outer circular platform edge two children played a game on a wooden board with marked coloured stones. Close by, a young woman stood weaving at a tall upright loom under the overhang near the children. A little further round, Nara could just glimpse a skin-covered coracle and a dugout boat floating at a protruding landing stage, accessible from the platform edging.
“Mother,” Grond called ahead, “Lorcan is here to visit Father. Where is he?”
On their approach the children scurried away, an older woman appearing immediately. Then, more slowly, an older man whose smile was a beam of sunshine came out.
“Lorcan. Welcome!” The older man clapped Lorcan on the shoulders, greeting him warmly while he gave an invocation of hospitality to all. “It is long since we talked.”
“My thanks, Gyptus. It is good to be here again.”
Lorcan’s confident smile as he and Gyptus walked round to the landing-stage made Nara feel neglected. She wished the smile was for her, now her own situation was back to threatening. A lone Selgovae, she was surrounded by even more Brigantes; from the hostile look on their faces none happy with her presence.
The older woman begged the warrior band enter her dwelling. “Come please, all of you. My hearth is yours. Rest while I gather sustenance.”
Bringing up the rear with Brennus, Nara could see how extensive the settlement was as more than a few curious families clustered around their crannogs looking eagerly across the head of the lake waters, towards the newcomers. She followed the line of men, but at the low entrance tunnel Brennus pushed her to the side and stood guard. Wiping her hands on her tunic, feeling dirty and unkempt, she seethed alongside him.
A huddle of local men sped across the causeway, glancing at her briefly before they stooped to noisily enter the roundhouse, hauling Brennus along in tow.
No Brennus to guard?

Nancy Jardine's The Beltane Choice is available from Crooked Cat Books, Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com.