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To the Otherworld Gentry, the fairy wee folk are but myth and legend. Until Korin falls in love with a half-gentry maid. Forced to bargain with his king to woo her, he risks discovery, and his life, to fulfill the conditions.
Korin will do anything--including sacrifice his wings--to love Nanceen.
Once she had returned to Faerie, Nanceen’s determined footsteps slowed. Her feet grew heavy and dragged her down into her doubts. Her logical mind, a strange inheritance from her Faerie mother, repeated a monotonous litany. There were no such things as fairies. No such being as a tiny winged man. No. No. No.
But to each negative thought, her heart whispered yes.
The path took her close enough to Lara’s cabin to hear the twins’ high, joyous calls. Unable to face the young exuberance, or her niece’s knowing looks and questions, she skirted the area. She even tiptoed past the turning of the path and chuckled at the folly of the actions. As if trying to find a new glen in a well-known forest, hoping a tiny man was waiting for her, wasn’t folly.
She had to prove it to herself that it was folly. And so, ignoring the fresh blossoms on the low hanging branches and the melodious calls of the small birds, she moved quickly through the Faerie woods. One thought, one need drew her forward. Her feet shuffled a path through the littered undergrowth. Her eyes searched for the golden glow of sunlight piercing the dimmer forest.
And finally, there it was. There were many glens, a number of small glades throughout her clan’s part of the Otherworld, yet she knew this was the one. Hesitating while still under the overhang of branches, she rested one hand against a rough tree trunk. The dusty prickle of the bark kept her focused. A deep breath caught in her throat. Now, she had to face the empty glade.
One slow step took her from under the trees. A second step disturbed a small animal hiding within a low, bushy plant. Nanceen took another deep breath and rushed to the center of the clear area. She stared up into the cloudless blue sky and chewed on her lower lip. Afraid of what she would see--or what she wouldn’t see--she lowered her gaze slowly.
A soft breeze caressed her cheeks and the lingering scent of unfamiliar blossoms surrounded her. When she scanned the glen, only the bowing grasses greeted her. Feeling a fool once again, she whispered, “Are you there?”
Nanceen shook her head to clear the reverberating echoes of the soft voice. “I’m not playing games with a figment of my imagination.” Tempted to stomp her foot, the niggling doubt held her still. “If you’re here, show yourself.”
::As you wish.::
A slight fluttering sounded to one side. Keeping her lower lip caught between her teeth and reminding herself to continue to breathe, Nanceen turned slowly toward the sound.
“I’m glad you came back.”
The mellow voice, even more melodious than when only in her head, sent tingles of awareness through her. Rubbing her arms, she tried to press the goosebumps back into her skin. Her mouth worked dryly, but no sound rose from her throat.
“Bide with me a short while?” The fairy rose slowly until he was at eye level. A cautious smile stretched his lips, but he said no more.
Nanceen remained silent as she studied the fine angles of the tiny face, the small, masculine figure accented by a gauzy tunic, a long, dark vest, and tight, form-fitting breeches. Dark, cobalt wings moved slowly, effortlessly, keeping him aloft. A deep longing filled Nanceen and she sighed a soft “Oh.”
The fairy’s smile grew wider. He gestured to a soft, grassy knoll to one side of the clearing. “Will you join me?”
She gave no thought, and nodded slowly. As the fairy flitted away, Nanceen took cautious, even steps to follow. Suddenly, she stopped and covered her face with her hands.
“What am I doing?” she asked herself with a desperate exhalation of breath. Fear for her sanity displaced the odd longing. She couldn’t sit in a clearing, talking to a being who didn’t exist. She didn’t want to give in to fantasy. A bitter laugh burst from her lips. She was fantasy. Why shouldn’t she have her own?
*lizzie made up games and stories to keep her company as a child. So, a witch lived in Grampa’s weather research station and was only held at bay by a certain weed. An ancient road grader became a boat carrying wild adventurers to islands filled with sheep that turned into lions and cannibals.
Now, the stories of her imagination are beginning to find their way to paper and pixels. Filled with fantasy and love, these tales take her far from the mundane world.
When *lizzie has to return to that mundane life, she’s a lead cook at a university dining service. Happily, the folks she works with have become accustomed to her writer’s ways and just shake their heads when she goes off on some fantastical tangent, asks strange what if questions, or just has to find a piece of paper and a pen that actually writes. One of her greatest delights is to watch the joy of writing fill a friend, and she’ll do anything to help them achieve their dream.
And someday, when she grows up, *lizzie wants to be eccentric.
*lizzie adores hearing what you think about her tales
“It sparkles…” -- Margaret B Lawrence, author of Caresse: A Loving Touch
Lizzie Starr pens an original romantic fantasy with Keltic Flight. I enjoyed learning that faeries can be sexy. The winged hero Korin faced difficult, even lethal obstacles sure to destroy his chance to win Nanceen. His determination and devotion made this inter-species romance a very pleasurable read.
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 284
Paper Weight (lb): 11.8
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