Thursday, 28 August 2014

Cats Rule





Seeking my favourite chair I was met with a united front. Diva and her half grown brood had gotten there first! I was clearly out numbered and out manoeuvred. Oh well, the coffee break will have to wait. Back to the computer and Dragon World book three!

Thursday, 14 August 2014

My books are now in libraries.

Hi everyone, just a quick update on progress.
 My books;- The Lost Sorcerer, The Bonding Crystal and The Missing Link  - fantasy novels for age ten years up, (I like to think up to age hundred and one but I may be bias here!), are now available in libraries. Some have the physical copies others can order them in for you on request now that they are listed on the libraries register.
My latest book, The Wheel of The Year, is a reference book and will soon be added to the libraries list.

Friday, 4 July 2014

The Alan Place Memorial Competition Winning Entry Part Two.

CHANGE
Winner of the Alan Place Memorial Short Story Competition July 2014

by
Maureen Murrish
Part 2



Nancy grabbed David's arm and pulled. David didn’t resist but he was slow and stumbling. He had never been particularly athletic and the days spent in the forest without food had taken their toll. They followed Nukka and Amka at David’s shambling pace putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the ravine.
They are still in the valley, Nukka said.
What are they? Why do they want David? Nancy asked silently not wanting David to overhear.
They are sprits. They seek the souls of unguided humans. David would feed them for many years.
Nancy’s horror formed a knot in her throat and she clung to a tree to steady herself. ‘Okay,’ she muttered, ‘he’s a spoilt brat, but does that mean I can let a pack of… creatures feed off his soul?’
David threw himself to the ground his breath rasping in his throat. Amka circled above him.
But he’s safe now, right? I mean he has us, we’re guiding him. Nancy asked silently
If we can get him back to the passing-stone before they catch us then yes, he will be safe, Nukka said.
She dreaded the answer but had to ask, And if not?
Then only his own guide can protect him.
‘But he can’t see her!’ she snapped.
‘Can’t see who? Who you talking to, sis?’ David gasped.
Nancy rounded on him. ‘I’ve told you not to call me that. I’m not your ‘sis’. And for your information was talking to Nukka about a pack of sprits, whose only goal in life it seems is to eat your soul, slowly.’ She took guilty pleasure in seeing his watery-blue eyes widen in horror.
‘You’re lying!’
‘It seems if we can’t get you back to the passing-stone before they catch up, then your only hope is Amka, who, since you insulted and rejected her, you can no longer see.’
‘But…’
‘Get up and run.’
He did as he was told.
It seemed to take forever to reach the edge of the forest. They paused and she looked up the bare hillside to the place she had met Nukka. It was close and hope swelled. She grabbed David’s arm as he began to sink onto the grass.
‘Oh, no you don’t. Come on, run.’
David leaned over and retched. ‘I can’t,’ he gasped, ‘need to breath, just for a minute.’
Nancy looked about her. The sun shone onto the open hillside. Amka circled in the warm air above them. Nukka, a few paces ahead, looked back at them.
‘Okay, you have ten seconds. Start breathing.’
Before David’s ten seconds were up, Nukka and Amka’s warning exploded in her head. She grabbed David’s arm and tried to yank him to his feet.
David’s breath rasped in his throat. ‘No, Nancy, please, you said ten…’
A wild screeching echoed through the forest behind them.
She thumped him, hard. ‘David if you want to hang onto your miserable soul you had better run.’
He looked up at her, his stricken face purple and slick with sweat. ‘I can hear them. They’re coming; you’ve got to help me.’ His eyes were wide with terror.
‘I’ve told you! I can’t help you, Nukka can’t help you. Only Amka could have helped you. All you can do now is get to the stone and leave.’ She pulled on his arm. ‘Run, you lump of lard.’
David struggled to his feet. After a few stumbling steps he collapsed, sobbing. ‘I can’t, Nancy, I can’t. Please, I can’t run anymore.’
Nancy looked back at the forest. Countless small crouching figures crept from the shadow of the trees. Their shapeless bodies seemed to shift and change in the pall of dark smoke which hung about them. They were cautious now, looking up at the sun and back to the sobbing boy as if calculating their chances. Nukka and Amka put themselves between the creeping forms and David, but the sprits seemed to have no interest in the guides at all.
Nancy pulled harder, ‘David if you don’t get up right this second then you are worse than dead,’ she screeched. ‘If you won’t do it for me then think of Posy. She’ll be upset, really, really upset, believe me, I know.’
Sobbing, David began to crawl. The sprits spread out, surrounding him cutting him off from the crossing-stone. Cold swept through Nancy as the sprits closest to Nukka passed through his body as if he were smoke.
‘Amka, you have to help,’ she yelled.
Amka landed close by.
I can’t help unless David accepts me.
‘Accepts you? How can he? He can’t even see you, you damn stupid feathered…’
‘Amka, Amka help me.’ David’s voice was shrill with fear.
‘At last,’ Nancy said. ‘She’s right here, sitting in front of me. See her?’
The sprits were moving closer as if sensing their moment of victory might be slipping away.
‘David, can you see her,’ she snapped.
David reached toward Nancy with a shaking hand. ‘Yes, yes, I see her.’
‘Then for heaven’s sake tell her you need her. If I can Change to go find you then you can admit you were wrong, damn it.’
Nancy was barely able to hear the whispered, ‘Amka, you were right, please, please help me.’
Furious the sprits dived toward them, Nancy threw herself over David only to be tipped off him a second later when he swore and pushed her away. The sprits’ shrieks of triumph turned into screams of rage as they dissolved in the warm air leaving trails of smoky vapour behind them. Nukka’s triumphant howl filled the hillside. Nancy flopped back onto the grass and flung her arms wide.
‘Damn, David, that was close.’ She sat up and glared at him. ‘Do you realize how close? Can you imagine what it would have been like if I had to go home without you? You have no idea how unbearable your mother has been these past few days. Can I just say, if you are going to be a member of this family you have got to promise you will never, ever disappear again. I don’t think I could stand it if…’
‘Nancy, get a grip.’ David said still engrossed in Amka as if seeing her for the first time. Then not even sparing a glance in Nancy’s direction, he got shakily to his feet and tottered up the hill.’
‘Well, you ungrateful…’
‘And don’t ever try to hug me again.’
‘Hug you? Me?’
‘Are you coming or not, because you know, now I have Amka, you’re sort of redundant.’
Nancy gaped at him, ‘This isn’t over by a long chalk, David,’ she yelled after him. ‘You owe me. I saved your life.’
‘Amka saved me, not you.’
Nancy spluttered in disbelieve at David’s retreating back. ‘Only so your mother can kill you when you get home,’ she screeched after him.

‘With any luck,’ she muttered wistfully.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Alan Place Memorial Short Story Competition






Yesterday I was honoured to receive First Prize in the Alan Place Memorial Short Story Competition with my Short Story 'CHANGE'. Alan was a much admired and valued member of The Write Stuff writers group based at Seaham.  The awards were presented in the fantastic new Seaham Library. It was a great day in which I and my fellow winners were made to feel very welcome. Thank you for all the hard work the organisers had obviously gone to to make it such a memorable day.



CHANGE
Winner of the Alan Place Memorial Short Story Competition July 2014

by
Maureen Murrish
Part 1


Her stepmother’s sobs drifted up the stairs. Nancy could hear her father’s soothing voice as he tried to comfort her. Nancy closed the bedroom door. It shut out the sounds of grief but not the feelings of guilt. Dropping onto a stool she stared in the dressing table mirror and began a one sided conversation with her reflection.
‘You warned him. You told him not to follow you. Told him he didn’t know what he was doing, but, as usual, David knew best. If he’s… stuck, then it’s his own fault.’
Picking up the hairbrush she swept it through her black hair, being careful not to look into her dark eyes. They were too much like her father’s though his eyes had been dulled by sadness these past few days. She slammed the brush down.
‘Damn, David. And damn, Posy. Perhaps now he’s gone she’ll go too and things will get back to normal. We don’t need her. She’s useless, even her name’s useless, Posy, what kind of a name’s that?’
Nancy threw herself onto the bed. By the time her father came in to see her it was getting dark. She sat up and switched on the lamp. The light accentuated the shadows under his cheekbones and sunken eyes. He took hold of her hand.
‘You alright Nance?’
She shrugged.
He pulled her to him as he had when she was small and she allowed him to cuddle her. ‘Thank God you’re safe. Poor, poor Posy. I feel so helpless. If only there was something I could do.’
‘You want him back that much?’
The words slipped out before she could stop them. Her father took hold of her arms easing her away from him to look into her face.
‘Nancy, how can you ask that? He’s your brother.’
Her anger, always close to the surface these days, boiled over. ‘I don’t have a brother.’
‘I don’t believe I’m hearing this,’ her father said. ‘David is part of this family now and yes, I want him home.’
She hung her head and fought to control the tears. Her father pulled her to him and stroked her hair. ‘It’s okay, sweetie. Deep down I know you love him as much as Posy and I do.’
Nancy was torn between guilt and incredulity. Guilt won. ‘Dad, there’s something I…’
‘John, John, where are you?’
Nancy gritted her teeth at the sound of her stepmother’s shrill voice.
Her father stood up. ‘Get some sleep, honey.’ The door closed behind him.
She pushed her fists into her temples then smacked them down onto the bed, ‘Damn it. I’m going to have to go bring him back.’
When Nancy was sure both her father and Posy were sleeping she slid, fully clothed, out of bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. Placing a small flat stone in front of her she rested her hand on it. Closing her eyes, she brought the image of her guide, Nukka, into her mind. A familiar ripple disturbed the air and a cool breeze swept over her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked straight into the blue-grey eyes of a wolf.
‘Nukka.’
She stood, stepped off the crossing stone and bowed formally to Nukka .
Nancy. I have been expecting you.
She was surprised; in all the time she had been coming to Between-World, Nukka had never said he had been waiting for her. Though as always Nukka had spoken directly into her mind Nancy used her voice to reply.
‘You have? Why?’
A member of your pack is lost, he needs you.
Was that a note of rebuke? ‘He is not my… my brother. What’s more it’s his own fault he’s lost. He shouldn’t have followed me. Then, to cap it all, when he did get here he rejected his guide and went off on his own.’
He’s a member of your pack and he needs you, Nukka repeated
Nancy pushed down her annoyance. It was pointless being angry with Nukka. She sighed, dusted off the seat of her jeans and looked around. They stood near the top of a hill in early morning sunshine. The forest spread below and around them as if they were on an island in a sea of green. ‘Where do we start?’
David is in the forest to the north. Amka is watching him but as he has rejected her she can’t help him.
‘The stupid…. Okay, let’s get this over with.’
Nukka lead the way into the forest. The path was broken and dangerous and progress was slow. She felt Nukka’s concern.
‘What’s wrong?’
Amka tells me something is stalking David. She’s afraid for him.
‘Stalking him? What’s stalking him?’
Her mind holds no clear picture of what it is. We must run.
Nancy’s heart clanged against her ribs. ‘By run you mean…?’
Nukka stopped and looked back at her. You must Change.
‘Damn and double damn. I swore I would never Change after that first time and now because of him…’
Decide! Nukka commanded.
Her shoulders sagged ‘Okay.’
Remember what I taught you. Nukka said. Reach out with your mind, touch my spirit, let it become one with your own and don’t fight the Change.
Nancy took a shaky breath and mentally reached out as Nukka instructed her. She felt her humanity slipping away and forced herself to stay calm. It’s just for a while, she told herself. Just until we find David. She became aware of the scents on the breeze, the noise of small creatures scuttling under leaves and she could feel the earth beneath her four paws. She opened her eyes and experimentally flexed muscles she had not had moments before.
Now, follow, she heard as Nukka streaked past her.
Nancy followed. The ground blurred beneath her feet. Trees whipped past. She leapt fallen trunks and deep ravines. The thrill of speed and pleasure at her surefootedness dissolved her fears. The smell and sounds of the forest excited her and invited investigation. Why have I denied myself this for so long? she wondered.
Fear. Nukka’s voice was loud now she shared the wolf’s nature.
Yes, Nancy thought, Nukka was right; it was fear of change. Not wanting to move from what was familiar and safe to what was different and unknown. That’s why they were in this mess.
Nukka stopped and crouched low.
Amka is here, he said.
Nancy focused her mind on her father and their shared love. With a pang of loss she felt her connection to Nukka lessen and her senses dull as she returned to her human form.
‘Where?’
Nukka looked up and a magpie flew down to join them. Her black and white plumage shone in startling contrast to the browns and greens of the forest. Nancy nodded her respect. The magpie’s light crisp voice cut into her thoughts and she winced at its strangeness.
David is north of here. He still refuses to see me, refuses to hear me. He must leave. Quickly.
Before Nancy could answer Amka flew off and Nukka followed. Nancy trudged along behind feeling clumsy now she was back on two legs. Within minutes they reached a shallow ravine. Brambles and small bushes grew on its sides and a thin trickle of water fought its way along the bottom. David sat on a boulder close to the water picking something from the palm of his hand and pushing it into his mouth.
‘Stay here,’ Nancy whispered to Nukka. ‘Amka too. I’ll go down alone.’
She was halfway down before David saw her.
‘You! What do you want?’
At twelve, David was two years younger than Nancy yet he was both bigger and stronger. She had often consoled herself that no-one could mistake them for brother and sister. He was large, round and pink, she slight and dark. Pale blue eyes glared at her defiantly, but as she moved closer she saw tear stains on his cheeks.
‘I’m taking you home.’
David stood up and threw the remaining berries at her. ‘I don’t need you to take me home. Besides you’ve made it obvious you don’t want me around so why pretend you do?’
‘Listen to me you little…’ She took a breath and tried again, ‘Amka says…’
‘Amka? You still going on about that stupid bird? I told you I don’t want no useless guide. I bet you’ve got Nukka up there watching out for you. Frightened you’ll get lost without him or something?’
‘Yes, as a matter of…’ with a sudden flash of insight Nancy realized what this was about. ‘This is because you don’t think she’s good enough for you isn’t it? Because Nukka is a wolf you think Amka is inferior in some way.’
David glared. ‘I told you, I’m okay on my own.’
‘Oh yeah? Well how come you haven’t been home? How come Posy is crying her eyes out and dad is worried sick about you? You’re right, I don’t want you around, but for some reason they do and they are driving me mad.’
‘I’ll come back when I’m ready.’
Nancy held her arms out and spun around taking in their surroundings. ‘David, look about you, this isn’t Waverly Wood you know. It’s not just a case of wandering until you get to the edge then yelling for your mummy. There are all kinds of…’
Nancy heard Nukka's silent warning. She ducked and a rock sailed over her head.
‘Get lost. I’ve told you I don’t want no help.’
Nancy stood up barely resisting the urge to leave. ‘Amka says something is coming that is dangerous to you. She says you have to leave here. Now. Unless you think you can drive it off by throwing stones?’ She waited. ‘Well? Do you?’ she demanded.
At last she saw a flicker of concern in his eyes.
‘What ‘something’ is coming?’
‘It’s too far away for Nukka to know what it is and Amka isn’t able to explain, but she’s in a terrible state.’
‘She’s here?’
‘She never left you. She’s with Nukka. Will you at least go up to them?’
David’s eyes swept the ravine nervously and he nodded.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Nancy led the way back up the slope. Amka was flitting from branch to branch in her agitation.
‘Where is it?’ David asked.
‘Where’s what?’
‘The bird.’
‘She’s right there,’ Nancy said, puzzled.
David’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. ‘You’re lying, there is no bird.’
‘But…’
The magpie’s voice cut into her head again. He can’t see me, he has rejected me. Lead him away from here, quickly.
‘Amka says we have to go.’
‘There is no Amka, you’re lying. You’re trying to trick me.’
‘For heaven’s sake, why would I do that?’
Nukka crouched low to the ground baring his teeth and glaring at David. A growl rumbled in his throat. David backed away.
‘We have to leave, now,’ Nancy explained.
From below them came shrill screeches, the sound of twigs snapping and stones being overturned. Nancy realized that whatever was after David was now in the ravine. 

Friday, 6 June 2014

Readers In The Know.

I have just been made aware of this really useful new site called readers in the know.

One aspect of the site is, predictably enough, for readers. Once you put in your reading preferences it will narrow down the selection helping you find a great book. The great bit is they will let you know about any current or upcoming promotions on books that fit your preferences so you could get them when they are reduced or even for free.


The other part of the site is of particular interest for authors, especially Indie authors. Here is how it explains its role;  The purpose of this site is to expose you and your books to large numbers of readers looking for great deals, and to notify those readers of any promotions and events you run. We will also help you to manage your promotion schedule and track the results. 

The reader aspect of the site is totally free.
The Author / Publisher facilities are free for the first three months. Readers in the know is linked to Amazon and any books, both paperback and kindle, you have available there can be added to the site really easily. If you use my promotion code 2NHWH2BN when you sign up you and I will get 10 free advertising credits. I am definitely giving it a try. My books are on there now and I will be using it to run upcoming promotions within the next three months. .
Have a look, see what you think.

Sunday, 1 June 2014

The Wheel of the Year is Published


The Wheel of The Year is now published.
it is available as a paperback from Amazon and as an eBook from most places.
The next festival to be celebrated on The Wheel  is Litha; the Summer Solstice.
Excerpt:
Litha is a time to sit back, relax and enjoy the abundant light and life. Decorate your home with birch, fennel, St. John's wort and white lilies for blessing and protection. Breathe in the promise of Litha as though taking a long anticipatory breath before a dive into a warm, crystal clear pool.

The best is yet to come.
 

Saturday, 24 May 2014

The Wheel of The Year

Due to be released in time for Litha!!!

The Wheel of the Year is a beginners guide to celebrating the pagan festivals marking the changing seasons.
It has been written after many request from family and friends over the years for ideas on how to celebrate the turning of The Wheel; on appropriate spells, correspondences and activities.  It is available in both eBook format at all the major outlets and as a paperback on-line from Amazon or on request at all the major bookshops. The Wheel of the Year is now available and is in time to prepare to  celebrate, Litha, the Festival of Mid-Summer.


Celebrate the ancient and powerful magic held within the Wheel of the Year with this clear and well-ordered guide. This book is much more than a guidebook; it offers everything needed to mark the changing of the seasons in a meaningful and fulfilling way. Within these pages are suggestions for activities, spells, guided meditations and lists of correspondences for each of the eight Sacred Festivals. Learn something of the role of the Goddess and her Consort and gain an understanding of the important role the Festivals played for our ancestors. Also included are guidance on Casting a Circle and collecting and cleansing the basic tools used for Craft work. Although aimed at those new to the Craft it will give the more knowledgeable tried and tested ways to celebrate these ancient and beloved Festivals.
available at Amazon as a paperback and eBook