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Fox In The Mist
A. Dee Carey
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
In the age of chivalry and treachery, a love story unfolds amidst the battle to save the Land of the Fey, a kingdom…And the hearts of a man and a woman.

BOOK EXCERPTS
The woman’s arms near to broke my ribs, so fast did she hold me. What would they do to this poor addled, pitifully thin old crone? They would be well advised to leave her be in her mania. She’d done nothing save protect what she believed, entrusted, by the Druids to preserve.

The old woman burrowed her face deep in the fur of the fox she clutched in her arms. "McTavish, I fear they will find us this time. We can no longer elude them."

As the footfalls grew closer, McTavish slipped from the woman’s arms, turned and gave a sharp bark. The old crone rose from her crouch and followed the fox.

There within the mist stood the Druid priestess, Morgannia, her arms majestically extended in welcome. As the fox scampered toward her, she bent down and scooped up the animal.

"Well done, Tavi. You’ve brought her to me." The green-eyed ball of red fur emitted a low growl of acceptance as Morgannia set her once again on the ground. The crone, exhausted from her endeavors, fell to the earth as well.

At once Morgannia rushed to the old woman’s side and helped her to stand. As she stood, her rumpled clothing fell loosely about her frail body.

"Dracha, I know this has been a long and terrible night for you, but you are no longer in danger. I will protect you."

"How? You could never spare me the beatings, though you were his advisor. How can you protect me here in this cold misty cave?"

"I’ve served the king as his advisor for reasons I cannot disclose, but my service to you is greater. Now that you have found your way through the Moor Mists and over the Braided Bridge, you are within my protection."

The old woman shook and drew her tattered cloak tightly around her shoulders. Shivering, she recalled her journey. The mists were cold and damp. Helplessly she wandered, clutching the fox to her breast. When she came upon the bridge, her cold body seemed infused with warmth. Those gnarled branches formed the "Braided Bridge", the portal between the two lands. On the one side, lay cruelty and pain, on the other joy and protection. Yes, now she was truly safe within the Realm of the Fey. Here Morgannia would protect her. His cruelties could no longer be inflicted upon her. And, she could carry out her mission to preserve the Moor Mists; the mists of velvet gray that offered sanctuary. This was the higher calling, greater even than being a queen to this tormented land.

"Dracha," the sorceress gently tapped her shoulder, "have some porridge, ‘twill warm you."

"Thank you, Mistress," the old woman responded. Morgannia noted the change in Dracha. The woman was the Queen of Scotland, yet she addressed Morgannia as ‘Mistress’. Could she truly be the chosen one? Had Morgannia misread the directives of the Druids? Reason flooded her mind and she realized Dracha was simply the instrument they used to protect the fox in the Ordination. The woman guarded the animal with as much zeal as one would a child. Fierceness she failed to have when Evan snatched her only child from her breast. Perhaps her lack of sensibilities was due payment for her failure?

Morgannia watched as the old woman gratefully drained the bowl of porridge. Tavi sat near Dracha winding her full tail about the old woman’s chilled feet. Dracha reached down and petted the fox’s head. Fatigue then forced her to lie on the mat near the table where she sat. Slowly she drifted off into an uneasy slumber. Her body twitched in recoil from some unknown demon. She thrashed about until her clothes were drenched with her own sweat.

Tavi looked up in question to the sorceress. "I don’t know, Tavi, I cannot protect her from the horrors of her own mind."

Convulsively the old crone clutched an intricately carved box to her breast. She moaned softly, "Never, do you hear? Never shall you have this box. The Druids entrusted me with its preservation."

AUTHOR BIO
A. Dee Carey started writing as soon as she could hold a pencil and will continue to write until she can no longer hold the pencil. She is married to a wonderful man who puts up with her zany imagination and encourages her to follow the dream. He has been her helpmate in all endeavors for 48 years. Having support is the life blood of writing. Dee continues writing about her beloved foxes and hopes many will enjoy the fox "tails.”

BOOK REVIEWS
In FOX IN THE MIST Dee Carey has created a thrilling fantasy wherein appealing characters, both human and animals, excitingly strive to oust a usurper and return the rightful heir to the throne. The heroine is equally charming as both a fox and a girl, and the young hero has just enough vulnerability. Now--I want a fox! I want a tiny unicorn to dance in my palm!, Fran Keighley, award-winning Wings author.

FOX IN THE MIST - Dee Carey has a flowing, somewhat unusual style, and Fox in the Mist moves quickly. Her descriptions are simply fantastic, and I had no trouble picturing every single element- from the prancing of a tiny unicorn to the thrilling sensations of a single romantic touch, to the idealized sweeping vision of Arthurian castles. What a lovely, lovely book I look forward to more unusual magical tales from A. Dee Carey -- Fox in the Mist 5 unicorns from Enchanted it Romance

The Vixen: Ms. Carey spins for her reader a fine "Tail.” With a carefully structured plot, this author weaves her unique braid of Arthurian legend. If only "The Vixen” was required reading during my study of British Literature. -- Laura Turner noted journalist

The Vixen: Within the body of a fox lay the spirit of the vixen, awaiting the female human vessel it would finally inhabit. At the base of the neck, the boy will bear the fox-shape mole. When these two shall meet, they will rule Ireland as it has been foretold…

Travel back in time to the ancient Druids, to a time of magic long lost in the mist… to a time of the Vixen…

If you love the tales of olde, that touch of magic that has often been lost in stories of fantasies written in a modern world, then read one of A. Dee Carey’s books--she writes with the finesse of the ancient masters, perfectly capturing a time when magic lingered and anything could happen… -- Angela Verdenius, Heart of a Peacekeeper

The Fox and the Chalice is a fascinating blend of the history of The Catholic Church and the religion of the ancient Druids. There is amazing detail that draws you into the characters’ world and doesn’t let go. The characters are rich with emotions ranging from avarice to selflessness and from raging lust to eternal love. I highly recommend this unique, absorbing read from the very talented A. Dee Carey. -- Mary Paine, A Dangerous Dream, www.marypaine.com


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1590886933
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590886939
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 214
Paper Weight (lb): 9.0



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