What a week huh? It's been difficult to say the least, mom in the hospital, touch and go for quite some time.
Thankfully she appears to be on the mend, though they say to be cautious in that thought.
I haven't had much time to write, but have had some ideas...
Let me share with you a new thought for an upcoming book...
I'm thinking werewolves with this one, although a much darker version than the Pater Nostras series.
For the fans of the first 4 books, you will enjoy this sudden turn in the nature of the beast.
Looking into the depths of his darkness, she suddenly realized that there was no redemption to be found here.
No, she hadn't believed in demonic possession before this very moment. That was a myth...wasn't it?
Fear, coupled with curiosity had brought her precariously close to Tagon, or that was the truth that she leveled her emotions with.
Still here she was, face to face with the dark man. Tagon looked upon her with great disgust. A woman was one of the last things that he desired OR wanted. Her eyes cried out for mercy, yet in his mind he felt entirely uncompelled to offer anything other than his unique version of primal fury.
And why not? She wasn't his charge. He certainly hadn't asked for this. Women meant little or nothing to him.
And on a night such as this, when death loomed like a heavy wool blanket just above their heads readying itself to fall, it would have been preferable to deal with this unilaterally.
Tagon had to be decisive-to take a charge of her life would become more work than naught.
She was beautiful though..no?
Hair the color of soft, sweeping straw in the field...eyes of the bluest sky certainly gave him pause.
She sensed the hesitation and realized the immediate reprieve. She could ask for no more.
Evil was evil.
One could not rationalize or mediate with such immense darkness.
Beaten down and broken, there was no choice to be had here.
Tagon took the initiative, forcibly snatched her delicate hand and simply led the innocent away from the pending danger facing them both.
But what to do now?
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Tagon's journal
April 11, 2011
I'm broken
I submerged myself into the depths of disigenuous behavior by those who would have me believe their deceptions.
I ran, I ran so quickly away from them all. Why remain? I am a man who owns no boundries. I will not conform.
I merge into so much more...
I kneeled in the chapel of your All Mighty. Believing that perhaps he'd hear my plea.
Bruised knees brutalized the prayers set forth. Was anyone even listening?
It certainly never occured to me that it had reached the heavens...
My emotions pummeled.
Simmer. That is how I presently feel my soul stir. Well assuming that the Dire left me with one.
Of this I hold little hope. Perhaps the guff spared one, if not just to attempt the impossible within one, singular man.
I am of the Dire, but I live not amongst the others.
I have no use for family, for the brothern, for the wind summoning me as I walk alone amongst the woods of France, my home.
A home that provides me with no solice, no joy.
When comes the time presented to me, to me alone? What have I done to deserve this imposed solitude?
I never wanted to be near the brothern, though in truth, I longed to fall into the arms of another, if not just for the night long.
I certainly held dreams as I lay. Is it something I am forever to be unblessed with?
Find me. Find me. Find me.
I anger on the morn. In this I cannot skirt. I am not of the skiddish. I press. I gasp for breath upon awakening.
I am Tagon.
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With all that said, I hope you have a wonderful day, a joyful week ahead!
Stop, lean down and smell the flowers that are just beginning to bloom...
A special thank you to all who offered their prayers to my Mother, and to my family.
Marshall, you have done wonders with the website! Thank you!
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
