Tuatha dé Danann – The D/A Dialogues

An Exercise in Prose: Lives Entwine

Warning: Prose ahead! The Daily Post’s challenge-of-the-week was to write a post in prose. Now, I know quite a few excellent poets, and I know I am not of their number. However, as my brain steadfastly refuses to leave D’s world, I thought a bit of prose introducing the players in Book 2 might be inContinue reading “An Exercise in Prose: Lives Entwine”

Moments to Remember: The Druid himself – An origin narrative

A: It’s the final piece of the D/A Dialogues origin stories, written in response to the Weekly Challenge: Reflections. D: Because we all know that, for A, following the rules and only posting one thing in response to a challenge is boring. A: Too right, Druid. D: (Eye roll) Today, it’s my turn to speakContinue reading “Moments to Remember: The Druid himself – An origin narrative”

Shenanigans

“So, this Zoroastrian, Jennifer Aniston and a Leprechaun walk into a bar – stop me if you’ve heard this, babe.” Bored chatter on the other end of the cell phone told him that ‘babe’ – aka Jonathan L.F. Morgan, head of Le Fay, Morgan and Sons – had heard the joke before. “Johnny, Johnny –Continue reading “Shenanigans”

Sunday . . . bloody Sunday

D: Do we have a problem with Sundays? A: Yes, they’re always followed by a Monday. D: And are you not ready for Monday? A: D, no one is ever ready for Monday. D: Are you getting a little existential on me, A? Do we need to go back and have a little chat withContinue reading “Sunday . . . bloody Sunday”

Life in the fast lane

“Why didn’t you stop her?” The words touched the dread clawing at Sean’s throat. He couldn’t stop the tide of angry, panicky words. “I couldn’t! She clubbed Sir Nathan in the head! She’s helping them and she’s refusing to leave – she’s so deeply enmeshed in this that there is no talking to her, noContinue reading “Life in the fast lane”

Double, double, toil and trouble

. . . Sean stood in the doorway, watching them, hating them. He didn’t want to care – their fight, their belief – he wanted it to mean nothing to him. “You would hate them for their love of country?” “Pardon?” Sean tried to turn around, but something in that deep voice forbade it. “YourContinue reading “Double, double, toil and trouble”

Dark moon rising 6.6.13

D: A I don’t feel very good about this. A: Superstitious? You? D: Um, A – I traveled through time; discovered that the Tuatha Dé Danann were real, lived actual myths and created a few of my own. You have to ask? A: I know, but it really isn’t anything – it’s not a fullContinue reading “Dark moon rising 6.6.13”

Just click your heels three times

D: Oh please, A, not a post about your obsession with that girl and her sparkly red shoes. A: They’re really silver, but Ms. Garland did make the red ones iconic. I have a few pairs myself. Did you know, when I was little, I thought I was Dorothy? D: I wondered why there was aContinue reading “Just click your heels three times”

Stealing the spotlight

. . . There was no moon, no sun, no point of reference. Only the mist was alive with light and movement, revealing his way even as it sought to disorient him. Dubh walked faster, slicing a path through the haze. Although more than five hundred years had gone since he had passed this way,Continue reading “Stealing the spotlight”

Every day is a holiday

D: I see you’d rather look at Brownielocks’ Official Holidays than write today, hm? A: Uh huh . . . D: A . . . ? Come back, A . . . A: At least I’m not lost on Go Fug Yourself. There’s a chance I might come back from all the interesting daily holidaysContinue reading “Every day is a holiday”