When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 20

Fane crawled over the ground until he was lying on his stomach beside Quinlan and Talon, as they surveyed the large town that lay at the bottom of the hill. He reached out and touched Talon’s shoulder.

“Have you seen anything yet?” Fane asked.

Quinlan raised up and looked across Talon’s back and shook his head. “Not yet, but I feel we are close. I think that maybe Brayden is being held here.”

“Like your heartbeats are becoming more distinct… like they are synchronising.” When Quinlan nodded he continued. “I have been feeling it to. I think our heartbeat is leading us to the other parts of us… the missing parts. I think yours will lead you to my son and mine will lead me to his father’s grave.”

“I still hold out hope that King Thayer is still alive…”

“Then you are a better man than I,” Fane shook his head.

“If he is there we will find him. If he is there we will bring him home… even if it is just a body. They King should be laid to rest in royal ground and not out here in the middle of nowhere.” Quinlan said. “But I still think that maybe he is alive. Never give up hope.”

“Hope left me ten years ago when I found my son lying in a bloody and mangled mess beside the body of my sister. That was the day that I stopped believing.”

“Well looky-looky,” Talon handed the spy glass to Fane, “Tell me if you see anyone familiar down there.”

Fane lifted the glass to his eye and hisses as Ormand came into focus. “Ormand!”

“So the bastard did have something to do with Brayden’s disappearance. I just knew he was in it up to his neck.” Quinlan spat.

“He has a lot to answer for that is for sure.” Talon held up his finger against his mouth, “Someone comes,” he whispered.

They all listened to the sound of the Nightjar call and relief flooded the. “Come Ingrid.” Quinlan smiled. “I see you found us. Are my sons safe?”

Ingrid snorted, “You didn’t cover you tracks really well even a blind man could have followed you lot.” She sat on her haunches, her leather breeches pulling tight across her thighs. “ Your sons are safe Quin, my family will keep them that way until our return. I have already scouted the town. Ormand is there,” She shook her head, “he is not the threat we will be up against though. There is this guy and he is so familiar to me and I just can’t place him. He is evil, and power hungry.”

“Have you seen or heard anything about Brayden?” Quinlan asked.

Ingrid dropped her head and stared at the ground in silence for a moment. “I never saw him. But he is there. They are keeping him alive because they want the child. I heard two guards laughing about how the child would be the key to ruling Panthea.”

“What?” Quinlan asked.

“If they have Brayden and the child… your child, then they control you.” Talon said matter of factly.

“They want to rule Panthea? I thought this was just a sect that wanted to wipe out the old ones?” Quinlan thought that this was getting more confusing by the minute.

“That was their plan… they have a new plan now.” Ingrid pulled at the grass in front of her. “We have another problem. Not only do they have Brayden but they have King Thayer as well.”

“Thayer!” Fane gasped.

“So the king is alive,” Quinlan smiled, “then it looks like we must rescue two people.”

“Not going to be so easy. King Thayer has been scheduled for execution for crimes against humanity.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow morning. He is sentenced to be dismembered and burnt. They are not taking any chances of him surviving this.”

“Why would they kill him?” Quinlan asked.

“He has always stood up to them. They don’t need him now that they have Brayden and the child. He is scheduled to die at dawn.”

“So we rescue him tonight.” Quinlan stated.

“We can’t go in swords a swinging, the first sign that we are there and they will kill them all. We go in with just a few of us. Leave the rest here. Cleric Saskia and Milo can take charge, unless you want to stay behind and keep the guards in check?”

“Not likely, that is my husband in there. I am going.”

Ingrid smiled and bumped shoulders with Talon, they knew that Quinlan was going to refuse to be left behind in the moment of battle. That is why Ingrid had insisted that Cleric Saskia come along with them. She knew that they would need someone they trusted to look after things.

“Gear up…” Quinlan grinned evilly, “we have a king to rescue.”

**~*~**

Brayden scrambled across the room as his fathers battered body was tossed unceremoniously onto the ground within their cell.

“Father?” Brayden sobbed as he brushed his father’s matted hair off of his face. “What have they done to you?”

“Make you peace with him son, he is scheduled for death with the coming of the dawn.”

Brayden looked up and saw such sadness in the eyes of the guard that stood before him. This was a guard that he had only seen a couple of times. Brayden always thought that he didn’t belong here. He was too nice. “What is your name guard?”

“Josep, my name is Josep MacLean.” He said as he straightened up.

Brayden smiled sadly. “When my husband comes for me, I will remember your kindness, Josep MacLean.”

Josep nodded, “For your sake I hope that he hurries. Tondran has decided that maybe for this to work one must be mated to the old one. He has chosen himself to be your new mate.”

“No!” Brayden cried out. “I am already mated.”

“That is a fact that in his eyes can be rectified. Once the bond is severed then you will be his for the taking.”

Thayer groaned in pain. He had lain and listened to the conversation and had to warn them. “Once the bond is severed there is no more,” he whispered hoarsely, “kill one -  and they both die.”

“Thank the Gods for that.” Brayden wept as he pulled his father into his arms. He was glad for that news, because there was no way he would want to live in a world without Quinlan.

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Filler!!!

  Okay, my brain isn't really working today... I have half a chapter to convert on TLOM-RAMTBB before I send it off to my beta Sue... and then it is a matter of sending the clean MS to editor... then I can concentrate on the other things like finishing Angels on Top and my SSP... 

  Hubs is building or extending his mothers deck/veranda in New Zealand... thank God I am not there... I would only have to help... LMAO.

  Em's car goes in to get a new bumper today before she can begin the process of trading it in on a larger car... why the Hubs got her one that even he had trouble fitting in I don't know... I hate getting in the thing...

  I got my new glasses yesterday so everything is looking a little clearer and the headaches have receded... A big WOO-FRICKEN-HOO to that.

  The lovely Sara Winters has uploaded my free read Shadows on the Heart to Are if you guys want to down load it for free... not with the cover that I had made due to copyright (which I am still working on) so better to be safe than sorry. Anyway go check it out... I posted the address above.

  

I'm Tired!!!

  I am seriously tired... everything that could break in my house has preceded to do so since my husband left. It started out with the laptop and has slowly progressed to more expensive items in the house... and he is still away for another four weeks... what else can go wrong?

  I still have three chapters to convert in TLOM- RAMTBB and it is driving me insane.... how did my editor not want to reach through the computer and strangle me???  POV's jumping all over the place... hopefully this time around it will read a lot smoother.

  I had rellie's over on the weekend Jake & Jared my two nephews so I had to make them chicken spaghetti... with enough leftovers for them to take home. I think they only come to visit for the chicken spaghetti...LMAO.

  Next week Emily goes for her last injection at the allergist... three years of needles but so worth it... not having to listen to her non stop sneezing is a blessing.

  I still need to finish my Christmas short: Angels on Top, and I still have no clue what I am going to do with it once it is done.

Em's Turn.

I couldn't decide between these 2 songs Theory Of A Deadman's song: Bad Girlfriend,  is just awesome and LMFAO: Sexy and I know it, well it's just the funniest film-clip I have seen.

When The Walls come Tumbling Down # 19

Brayden curled up on his side and as his tears slide down his face to soak into the dirt below him. He hated being here; he hated being away from Quinlan and the boys. To make matters worse Ormand had taken his father away and Thayer had never been returned. He cried even harder as he felt the child within him move for the very first time. How was he supposed to protect his child if he couldn’t even look after himself?

Brayden had listened yesterday as the guards and Ormand talked outside his door. Ormand was explaining to them just why they couldn’t kill Brayden... yet, and the abomination he carried inside him. It had been decided that if they couldn’t destroy the race of old ones then they would control them... and Brayden's child was the key to not only ruling the new generation of the old ones but it would also bring Quinlan and the whole of Panthea under their thumb.

Brayden had to make choices, he could give up and allow them to take his baby, or he could do the hardest thing that he could think over. Something that would take him away from Quinlan forever, but would save the people from this new threat. Brayden just didn’t know whether he was strong enough to go through with that choice. He didn’t know whether he could leave Quinlan all alone again. But there was no way that Brayden could allow them to use his child for reproduction in the building of an army of old world sentinels. Brayden thoughts drifted to Quinlan as he slipped into a troubled sleep.

**~*~**

Quinlan woke with a start, his heart beat rapidly as he listened to the noises of the night. He was trying to work out just what had woken him, rubbing his eyes to rid them of any residual sleep he realised that he had been crying and that his chest heart, like his heart was breaking in two. His fingertips caressed over his skin as it dawned on him that he could feel Brayden. Did this mean that Brayden was still alive? Was the informant correct in telling them the location of where Brayden was being held? If that was the case then he would have his heart back within the next two days. He had already been too long without it.

But something about this didn’t feel right. It was like Brayden was hurting deep down inside. Did that mean that something was wrong with the baby? He needed to talk to someone about this. Getting up he made his way over to Fane.

Quinlan knelt beside the sleeping man and really looked at him for the first time. Fane Dalziel didn’t look as old as Quinlan knew the man should look. Honestly, thinking back, Lord Dalziel looked exactly the same as he did when Quinlan was young.

“Lord Dalziel,” Quinlan gently shook the sleeping mans shoulder. Fane opened his eyes and Quinlan smiled down at him. “I need to ask you something about being bonded with an old one.”

Fane pushed himself up into a sitting position and waited expectantly.

“This feeling that we have for our mates... the bonding. Does it let you know just what the other is thinking or feeling?”

Fanes eyes widened, “What are you feeling?”

“Despair... it feels like Brayden is giving up the will to live.” Quinlan pulled up a stalk of grass and held it between his teeth. “If I can feel him, can Brayden also feel me? What can I do to give him some kind of hope?”

Sadness filled Fane’s eyes, “I’m not sure. I have also been feeling Thayer but how is that even possible?”

“What do you mean?”

“It feels like Thayer is drowsy... as if his system is full of some sort of drug... it is hard to explain.”

“Have you ever felt this before?” Quinlan was trying to work out what it could all mean.

“Only when Thayer first went missing, it just felt like he was tired all the time. that if I concentrated I could almost swear that he was still alive and that he was drugged out of his mind.” Fane’s eyes teared up. “I miss him so much. I should have died right along with him... I shouldn’t have been able to survive the severing of our bond. A life bond binds us body, heart and soul. How did I survive?”

“I don’t know.”

“Perhaps,” a voice came from the darkness and Quinlan smiled as he recognised Javier’s voice, “is it possibly that my father may still be alive. If the bond was never truly severed then that could be the reason you are still alive?”

“What would be the purpose of keeping him alive if they haven’t used that knowledge against us? Why hold him all these years?”

Javier shook his head in thought. “What if they needed something from him that they could only get if he was alive?”

“Like what?” Fane asked in disbelief.

“His seed,” Quinlan said in disgust. “They must know what he is. They want to make more of his kind.”

Talon came and sat beside Javier taking the smaller man into his arms, “And now they have two of the old ones, plus the child that Consort Brayden carries within him.”

Pain tore through Quinlan’s chest. “They cannot have my husband or my child. I will see every last one of them dead before I allow that to happen.”

“Do you think it is possible that Thayer is still alive?” tears streamed down Fane’s face.

“It’s possible... I mean you still feel the connection right?”

Fane let out a shuddering sigh, “Yes.”

**~*~**

Brayden woke to the toe that nudged him hard in the ribs. “Eat... that thing inside you needs food.”

Brayden stared at the food for a moment before picking up the plate and throwing it against the wall. There was no way in hell he was eating another thing they gave him. He refused to live just because they wanted him to. This was his choice and he had made it.

“Go to hell!!!” He managed to get out just before a fist collided with the side of his head and darkness came to claim him.

Short & Sweet!!!

  This is what I need: a long soak in the tub with a really hot guy... mind you I don't think my hubs would want me to do that seeing as he is out of the country... and the only other thing stopping me is no bath tub (only a shower) and I doubt it would feel as good squished up in the laundry sink.

 I am bummed, the crazy laptop has died and I had to buy a new one... it sucks the big one... on a brighter note the new one is Red & Black two of my favourite colours. I pick it up tomorrow as the guys is downloading a heap of stuff onto it for me.

 Also I gave up drinking Coke today... why would I do that? Why am I punishing myself? Who would know because I certainly don't. I wonder how long this will last... they tell me water is better for me but seriously I am starting to wonder.

  The other bit of news is someone backed into my daughter's car this morning and wrecked the front bumper. So now we have to organise to get that fixed... Thank God for insurance.

  Okay I will end it of here with a quote, it just seems appropriate:

Life is like an ice-cream cone.

When you think you have it licked.

It drips all over you.

What's Happening!!!

  Okay, well this is what is happening with me this week... 

  1- I have learnt how to use the tracking edits, (believe anyone that knows me know just how big a deal that is - Techno Savvy I am not). 

  2- I have also been given the go ahead to make the changes in The Lines Of Marsden 1: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken. so for the next three weeks I will be busy doing that and trying to bring up the word count a fraction.

  3- I have put the SSP on hold until after the Changes are done and TLOM is back in the hands of my editor.

  4- I am about 8k from finishing my Christmas short story: Angels On Top.

  5- Well really that is it... though I do have a eye test scheduled for tomorrow and my laptop needs to go in and be fixed... it is still acting all crazy on me... hopefully it is an easy fix.

Too Good Not To Share

My friend Phillip sent me this and I laughed so hard I nearly pee'd myself. It is one of the funniest and best commercials that I have ever seen.

This Is Fricken Awesome!!!

This is so fricken awesome that I just had to share.

What Is Up With The World Today.

Well all my electronics seem to be playing up today... My lap top has gotten even crazier than it usually is... Face book is rejecting posts... Twitter has been hacked and I keep getting the same message off different people. And I have heard say that Blogger is refusing to post, I suppose I will find out when I try and post this. So I will have to spend most of my time trying to fix this damn mess.

Other than that I am still trying to catch up on my edits... My beta reader is probably ready to kick my arse as I told Sue I would have them to her three days ago... So on that note I am out of here to try and do something... I just haven't worked out what yet... LMAO.

Em's Turn

I'm posting this song for the main reason that the chorus has been stuck in my head for like a week.

When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 18

Quinlan stood at the edge of the camp. He had insisted on taking his turn at guard duty. They hadn’t brought a lot of people with them on this mission. Quinlan hadn’t wanted to let the enemy know that they were coming. And if he had to have had a full battalion like Calder Sorensen, the Pard of the Panthean sentinels wanted it would have taken them forever to get mobilised. As it was he had listened to Talon and just taken a few. From his inner circle and some of them weren’t even guards or sentinels.

It wasn’t wide known that Brayden was missing and quite a few times he had had to pretend that Brayden was just indisposed at that moment or resting due to the child. It had amazed him that the citizens of Panthea had taken it so well when it was found out exactly what Brayden and Javier were. The amounts of gifts that had been showered upon them both proved just how much they were loved and it had made Brayden feel like less of a freak. But one of those citizens had done the unthinkable and betrayed their king by kidnapping the King’s Consort, and if Quinlan ever found out whom it was they would rue the day that they had ever been born. How dare they put their hands on Brayden?

Quinlan stilled as he heard a noise behind him, he waited as Lord Dalziel approached him. No matter what the others though Quinlan still didn’t trust that he was telling them the truth.

“You still think I am a part of the group that took my son?” Fane Dalziel stated.

Quinlan heard the sadness in his words but he held his tongue.

“I can see that I have much to prove to you before you see that I am telling the truth.”

“Only one man can verify if you are being honest, and that man is dead. So forgive me if I am having a hard time swallowing your tale.” Quinlan turned away and scanned the darkness looking for anything that might be out of place. He had a niggling in the back of his brain that something was going to happen. Something that was going to change the way Panthea was ruled.

“I can help you if you let me. When I mated with Thayer, I was gifted certain powers, I am sure that you yourself have felt that you are changing... better senses... your getting stronger. Even your intuition will become clearer.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Thayer explained it to me that being mated to one of the old ones, we needed to change just enough to balance them out. We were the line that tethered them to all that exists. He told me that most times if one dies so does the other, but in our case I guess that wasn’t true.” Fane shook his head. “The funny thing is, at night, when all is quiet, I can almost believe that Thayer is still alive... it is like I can still feel his heart beating inside my chest.”

Cold dread raced over Quinlan at these words because that is exactly as he felt... he could still feel the double heartbeat inside him, it was the one thing that kept him sane knowing that Brayden was still out there somewhere waiting for him to come and get him. If Fane Dalziel could feel the double heart beat still what did that mean? Did it mean that King Thayer was still alive? Or did it mean that he wouldn’t ever know if Brayden was dead unless he saw the body with his own two eyes? He didn’t want to believe it was the latter because that would mean that he would soon be mourning his heart, and the loss of his child. His other children had been sent to stay with Ingrid’s family well away from Panthea. None but he and Ingrid knew this detail.

“What do you think that it means?” Quinlan asked.

When Fane answered his voice was filled with emotion. “Since Brayden has been taken the feeling of Thayer keeps getting stronger. I think that maybe Thayer sees that I didn’t do a good job looking after our sons. I didn’t protect them like I had promised. I think maybe that Thayer is telling me that my life is now destined to join his. Maybe I am not meant long for this world anymore.” A sad smile crept over his lips, “And honestly I cannot wait to be reunited with my Thayer. I have mourned him for far too long.”

Quinlan reached out and placed his hand on Fane’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “Maybe that is your reward for keeping Bray safe until he could be returned to me.”

“I should have prepared him for what was to come. I was too afraid that he wouldn’t believe me, and then I acted like a crazy man when you two were reunited. I didn’t want him going through what I did. If you never mated then his cat would never manifest... he wouldn’t have to fear losing you like I lost Thayer.”

“You denied your son what he needed most, you denied him love.” When Fane went to interrupt Quinlan silenced him. “I know you must have loved him in your own way but you denied him me. I have always owned his heart as he has mine.”

“I am sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Yet you let Ormand run free, allowing him to gather whatever followers he has. You should have been preparing us all for what was to come. Instead you hid Brayden away from the world and now we have no clue as to where to find my husband. This information we have been given may not even be correct. But I can assure you of one thing.” Quinlan turned his cold gaze on Fane. “When I find Ormand, and I will find him he and his associates will pay. If any harm has come to my husband and child, I will destroy them all.”

Fane nodded. “And I will be standing at your side.”

Short & Sweet

  Okay, my tattoo is a tad sore due to smashing it on the bedroom door handle... Seriously... why do doors need handles to be at the same height as my fricken tattoo...LMAO. Actually at the time it was more like swearing my head off (really loudly).

  Today I may fall behind on my SSP as I have had to do edits for my contracted book for MLR... but I hope to make it up later. Honestly and this is a secret so don't tell anyone... it took me a while to work out how to do my edits... I had to email my beta reader and find out about tracking, but now I am clued it it seems to be running fine... Though my poor editor might be pulling her hair out.

  I will be away again tomorrow as I have to take my daughter to the chiropractor to have her leg and hips stretched... so that will put me further behind in my work... so it looks like the SSP will get dragged out to the three weeks. I just sent the first 15k to my beta reader to see what she thinks. Hopefully she will like it. I will let you all know on another day what Sue thinks... mind you she is probably pulling her hair out as well due to the punctuation she will have to fix.

  Oh damn I still have to write tomorrows blog story so that I can post it tonight so that you guys will have it for the morning... well on that note I better away so that I can get cracking on everything that I have to do. 

  I will talk to you all later.

  

What's Up!!!

  Well I thought I would give you all a heads up on what is happening in my life this week. Today I am going to try and do more then the 5k of my writing plan as tomorrow I will be absent getting the next instalment of my tattoo sleeve... I will be getting a touch up on the pink zombie girl and I think he is starting on the evil and fugly cat... but know Ted Saddo (Sink the Ink Tattoo & Body Piercing) I could end up with anything. Just because he is my brother doesn't mean I get what I want. LMAO. No seriously, Ted has a mind of his own... I will have to let you all know after lunch Aussie time tomorrow.

  I am keeping on track with my Super Secret Project... not that it is super, or secret, that title just kinda has a cool ring to it... by the first week in October I will probably tell you all what it is... unless of course I screw it up and toss it out.

  I was supposed to get my first lot of edits back over the weekend but they never turned up... so it means a little more waiting... I shot my wonderful editor a note letting her know they have gone AWOL... my email likes to screw with me... I am sure it eats half the emails that I receive. I swear my computer has something against Americans as they are the only ones I seem to lose... my poor editor must get frustrated when she has to send things twice... lucky I have a nice one.

  I ditched the super (Flexible & waterproof keyboard). I swear honest to god, that thing hated me... it would never put in the spacing... drove me insane... so in the end I dragged back out old faithful... the coffee has dried and it seems to be working again... and I can type on it.

  My blog story is getting out of hand... I need ideas on how to rescue Brayden and his father Thayer... I only write it like ten minutes before I post it, so if anyone has any thoughts on When The Walls Come Tumbling Down... let me know so that I can work them in before the end of the story. I think The Freedomers will be my next Blog story... if you don't know what that is go back through and check when I did that week of snippets... I know I did one for The Freedomers. Or if there is something you would like to hear about send me some thoughts and I will see what I can do... but be warned... I am mainly a preternatural/paranormal writer...

Super Secret Project!!!

 Today I started on my super secret project, and I hope to have it completed in two weeks... three tops. I won't go into it too much just yet... Well not until I work it out in my own head first... so keep you fingers crossed that I can pull it off. At this stage I plan on writing 5K every day until it is complete... all depending on how snowed under I get with my edits on my contracted book.


  I am actually fairly excited about this project, and it all come about by a simple comment my friend Taylor V Donovan said about one of her own brilliant works. So thanks Tay. Okay, so on that note I must away as I have work calling out to me...

Em's Turn

  I am posting this song for two reasons 1- she has green hair and, 2 - one of the characters in Mum's book is based on her, (the drunk Scottish vampire named Kallan McGreggor). It is in her series The Lines of Marsden.

When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 17

Brayden frowned at his father. Everything they had done to try and escape had failed, and now his father had found out the real reason they were still alive.

“They can’t have my baby... it’s mine,” he said as he wrapped his arms protectively around his stomach. “They are not taking another piece of Quin away from me... this baby is all I have left.”

“They won’t take your child.” Thayer laid his arm gently around his son’s shoulders. “We won’t let them.” Thayer wiped the tear that ran down his son’s cheek, only making it worse as it smeared the grime.

“Quinlan will come for me he won’t let them keep me.” Brayden shuddered. He had to believe with all his heart that. “Quinlan will find me.”

Thayer hugged him tighter. “I am sure that he is out there somewhere right now heading in this direction. Why don’t you tell me about him?”

Brayden knew that his father was just trying to distract him from what was happening around them... but a part of him needed to talk about Quinlan; because if he talked about him then maybe it would work as a homing beacon and bring them back together.

“Quin has always loved me... right from when we were little.” Brayden turned and smiled sadly at his father. “He used to always tell me that when we grew up he was going to take me away and protect me from the world... Protect me from Ormand. Quinlan hated the way Ormand would find ways of hurting me. He always did it in a way that no one would ever find out... but Quin always knew. I never told him but he always knew.”

Shifting Thayer rubbed Brayden's back as he continued. “Quinlan said that I didn’t have to be king when I grew up if I didn’t want to be. That we could go away, just the two of us, and live together forever and always.” Brayden sniffled. “I gave Quin my heart from the first moment I saw him in that tree looking over the wall at me. He had heard me crying and wanted to see if I was okay. He climbed down and just held me tight to his body as I cried.”

“Why were you crying?” Thayer asked quietly.

“Ormand had twisted my arm up behind my body and it was hurting really bad. I was only five, and Ormand was a lot stronger than me even back then. When Ormand came looking for me to hurt me some more, he was surprised to find me with a commoner... we didn’t know at the time that he was Lord Macallister son.” A faint smiled crossed Brayden's face, “Quinlan got so angry that he stood up and punched Ormand in the nose. Ormand ran away crying. Then Quinlan told me I belonged to him and no one was going to hurt me again.”

Thayer chuckled, “I remember that day. When asked if he was sorry, Quinlan said no and that he would do it again. I was proud of him for standing up for you.”

Brayden grinned, “Remember when Lord Macallister had to travel and he took Quin with him, and before they left Quin presented me with Ingrid; he told me she was going to be my bodyguard while he was away.”

Thayer laughed into the prison cell they occupied. “I remember what a fierce little thing she was, she followed you everywhere, even took to sleeping on your chamber floor of a night. Whatever happened to her?”

“She is Quin’s personal bodyguard now. She guards him as she once guarded me, except now she sleeps in a room joining ours and not on the floor.”

“Her family were always good people.” Thayer mused.

“Yes, her family raised Javier... he was blinded in the attack. It was only recently that he and I have been reunited.”

“Blinded!” It fell as a whimper from Thayer’s mouth.

“Yes... but now he can kind of see... after he changed that first time, his sight came back but he cannot see colours. And his eyes look like cats eyes.” Brayden bit his lower lip in thought. “Javier is a lot stronger and a lot braver than I am.”

“I can’t believe that you are both still alive. For years they have told me that you were all dead. That even Fane had been killed upon his return. I thought your mother was in rule over Panthea. It was only in this past year that I learnt the truth, that she was killed on the day that I was captured. She was betrayed by those that had sworn loyalty to her.”

Brayden began to tremble. “I think that Uncle Fane killed Mother. I was only half conscious, but I remember him striking her body over and over.” He screwed up his face in concentration. “I think I remember her laughing, and him crying.”

“Fane is your father just as much as I am.” Thayer said softly.

Brayden sighed, “It is hard to think of him as such because he has been my uncle for as long as I can remember. I cannot change my way of thinking over night. Remember he held me prisoner for ten years, which is something that is hard to forget.”

“He was a good man - is a good man. What he did to you he did out of love. We had promised each other on the nights of yours and Javier’s births that if anything was to ever happen to either of us then the other would take over the care and protection of the children.”

“I know... believe me I know that... in my heart I know that, but my head is fighting against that knowledge.”

Thayer and Braden turned at the sound of the door opening. Brayden gasped as he saw who came to stand before them.

“Hello Cousin, Uncle.” Ormand grinned down at them both.

Brayden shuddered at the madness he saw in his cousins eyes.

Short & Sweet

 Today I am catching up on all the reviews I am meant to be doing. I haven't even looked at my own work, that is the first thing on the agenda for tomorrow... The hubby left for New Zealand today. I know I joked about him going but it will be strange without him for so long.

  I have to get my laptop fixed... hope it is a simple fix and I don't have to buy a new one... it is acting crazy... I will be typing away and all of a sudden I look at the screen and the damn thing has jumped and I am now typing in the middle of the previous paragraph... it is driving me nuts.


   I shocked my family on the weekend and cleaned my office...really I was trying to find something I had misplaced... I am trying my hardest to keep it tidy... my house is spotless... it is just y office that is chaotic and disorganised... I blame the hubby, if he could just finish building the last few things then I wouldn't have so much stuff laying around... Okay, that is my excuse and I am sticking to it.

It's My Life...

 I apologise for not posting yesterday... I had a migraine and it threw me out of whack... So I thought I would give you an update on what is happening in my life... Well Tomorrow my hubby is heading off to New Zealand for seven weeks (World Cup- Rugby), I am not sure whether that is a good or bad thing...LMAO.


 But it will give me seven weeks of uninterrupted writing time... I have so much to do and I even have more new idea's floating around inside my brain... but this is what I am doing at the moment..


 1:- I am waiting to see if my editor likes my changes to book 1 in- The Lines of Marsden...
 2:- I am working on extending- Shadows on the Heart.
 3:- I am working on the sequel to Shadows- (On the Flipside of Reverse).
 4:- I am working on my Christmas short story- Angels on Top
 5:- I am working on book 1 of- Paying it Forward- Harlin's Heart.


 Well that is it....

Em's Turn

I couldn't decide between these two songs, Carrie Underwood is the only country music I'll listen to and the Sick Puppies are just awesome

When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 16

It had been a week since Brayden had disappeared. Quinlan couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, and most of all he couldn’t think straight. In fact he couldn’t think at all. Everyone irritated him; everyone, except his own children... he had taken to letting them sleep in his bed... he needed the comfort just as much as they did.

Quinlan leant against the window ledge as he stared out over Panthea... he was trying to work out in his own mind how all of this was worth it if he didn’t have Brayden by his side. His heart   ached for the missing peace. There was only one thing left to do. If no one could find Brayden he would just have to do it himself. The longer he thought about it, the more he thought it was right. With his mind made up he turned and faced the occupants of the room.

“Brayden is somewhere out there waiting for me to come and rescue him.” He stared at each of them in turn. From Talon with his battle worn face, to Javier standing right next to him, his hand strayed to Talon’s arm as if seeking is own comfort. Cleric Saskia and Mylo were standing off to the side with sadness all over their faces... Yet the fierce look on Ingrid’s face was what gave him the most hope. “So that is what I am going to do. Someone took something of mine without my permission, and I want it back. If one hair has been harmed on my husband’s head,  I will end anyone who has ever laid their hands on him. I will show no mercy for the people involved in the taking of Brayden. They lost the right to my mercy the moment they took the Kings Consort.”

“So what’s the plan?” Talon asked.

Ingrid snarled, “We hunt the bastards down, and I say we start with Lord Dalziel and his son.”

Quinlan’s eyes bugged out, he hadn’t even thought that Brayden's family could be involved. “Bring them in.” How stupid could have been not to think of the man that had held Brayden prisoner for half his life? Especially since Ormand had given Brayden the Heart of Panthea. If either of them had a part in Brayden's disappearance then they would pay.

**~*~**

Quinlan sat on his throne as Lord Fane Dalziel was led into the room by two well armed guards. He momentarily wondered why Lord Dalziel looked so sad. He waited as Lord Dalziel sunk to his knees before him. “Where is my husband?”

Lord Dalziel stared at King Quinlan. His heart going out to the young man that sat before him. How could he ever explain what was happening, he just hoped that King Quinlan would take mercy on him and kill him quickly.

“Where is my husband?” Quinlan repeated menacingly.

Tears formed in Lord Dalziel’s eyes. “I do not know.” He whispered.

Quinlan glared at Lord Dalziel for a moment before turning his attention to the guards. “Where is Ormand?”

Both guards knelt before their king. “Ormand was nowhere on Lord Dalziel’s estate. We still have guards out searching for him, he will be found.”

Quinlan returned his glare to Lord Dalziel. “Where is your son... he cannot hide forever?”

“Ormand is not my son.” Lord Dalziel dropped his eyes. “I am not his father, he is my nephew.”

“What?” Quinlan sat up straighter as he waited for Lord Dalziel to continue.

“I lost my life partner many years ago... Ormand is his wife’s child.”

Quinlan’s mind raced with the possibilities of had just been said. Ormand looked too much like him to not be a blood relative. “Then that would mean...” his sentence trailed off as Javier and Talon entered the room.  Lord Dalziel seemed oblivious to their approach.

“I only have one son left and I want to find him as much as you do.” Tears fell from his eyes. “I promised Thayer that if anything happened to him, then would care for our sons... and now I have lost them all.”

“King Thayer was my father.” Javier tilted his head and stared at Lord Dalziel. “How can you be my father?” His voice held more curiosity then anger.

Lord Dalziel cried out when he finally registered that Javier was alive. “My son.” He reached out but dropped his hand before making contact; hanging his head he sobbed into his hands.

“Lord Dalziel... Fane...” Quinlan called to the grieving man. “I need you to explain this to us.”

Javier walked over and knelt beside Lord Dalziel and gently patted his arm. “Talk to us.”

Lord Dalziel’s shoulder’s shook. “Thayer is... was my mate. My sister, his wife betrayed him. I lost everything that day. Then I found Brayden among the carnage. I took him home and kept him safe, just like I promise Thayer I would do.”

“Why only Brayden?” Javier’s voice dropped to a whisper. “If you are my father then why did you not want me as well?”

Tear stained eyes turned to Javier. “You weren’t there, I searched, but I could not find you or Thayer anywhere... the guards thought that wild animals had taken your bodies.” Fane looked beseechingly at his son. “I searched for you.”

“I believe you,” Javier wrapped his arm around his father’s shoulders.

Quinlan shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe if what you are telling us is true. Because I remember all that shyte you spouted the day that I named Brayden as my consort. If you love your sons like you say then why did you call our union an abomination?”

“Ormand knows that Brayden is mine. If I didn’t publicly condemn your union, he threatened to harm you both.” Lord Dalziel rubbed a hand over his tired eyes. “He has too much of his mother in him. He was the reason I kept Brayden secluded. The few times they were together Ormand found ways to hurt him.” Lord Dalziel turned to the King. “I love my son... the both of them, just as I loved their father.”

Quinlan nodded. “Then we find what has been taken from us. We find it and we bring him home.”

“Yes!” Both Lord Dalziel and Javier said in unison.

“The hunt begins.”Ingrid stated with a feral grin.