The Ring and the Bridle Chp. 13

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[Image description: A black and white book cover entitled “The Ring and the Bridle”.  The cover has a border of Celtic knots. The title is surrounded by filigree. Below the title is a silhouette of a horse rearing.]

Eddie accidentally incurs the wrath of a kelpie when she save her older brother from drowning. Instead of finding help from the local magic community however she instead finds herself “being pulled three different ways”. By the old woman and her jinn who may have ulterior motives, the eternally young Scot with a guilty conscience, and most of all by the local enchanter who offers her a golden bridle to enslave her foe.

The choice however is hers alone.

 

“I am a selkie, a daughter of the ocean, I am immortal and wild. Yet humans have such a frail beauty, the way they love, no fae could do it on their own, they can only imitate. Once, Lorna had a lot of love to give. When she first cried seven tears into the sea as a lonely young girl and I was attracted to her empty heart that was seeking desperately to fill itself. I wished to fill that void with myself, my love, my life, my everything, I gave up my very existence to her with my pelt.”

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The Ring and the Bridle Chp. 9

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[Image description: A black and white book cover entitled “The Ring and the Bridle”.  The cover has a border of Celtic knots. The title is surrounded by filigree. Below the title is a silhouette of a horse rearing.]

Eddie accidentally incurs the wrath of a kelpie when she save her older brother from drowning. Instead of finding help from the local magic community however she instead finds herself “being pulled three different ways”. By the old woman and her jinn who may have ulterior motives, the eternally young Scot with a guilty conscience, and most of all by the local enchanter who offers her a golden bridle to enslave her foe.

The choice however is hers alone.

Nothing chased away the memory of her last smile. Not drugs, not anguish, regret, or anger.

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The Pilgrim and the Wayfarer Chp. 3

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[Image description: A rocky path surrounded by cliffs.] Image originally by Petura.

Ronda and Tonya are young women locked away so their noisome hallucinations don’t “bother” society. Ronda is determined to summon a selkie from the sea and become immortal; all so she and Tonya can live somewhere where no one will bother them.

But fairy gifts always require a sacrifice.

Chapter One | Chapter Two


 

In the legends Tir Na Nog was a golden land of fruit and honey, where everyone was young and beautiful. A place of sumptuous orchards, gleaming castle, and endless feasts. A place any would exchange mortal life for.

Ronda arrived at its distant shore to find it barren and jagged. A thousand sharp spines of upheaved rocks with thousands of paths between them. It was a harsh reflection of the cliff they had scaled to escape from the mortal shore.

The sky above however was of endless beauty. A constant roiling of the ocean above with all its shades of blue, green, and gray. Somehow the sunlight that filtered down was as bright as the mortal sky. Ronda shivered though she was completely dry.

“This is Tir Na Nog?” Ronda raised her face to look at the rushing waves above.

“Nay, this is the entrance, the Land where Death Dwells.” Maeve exhaled. She peered intensely at Ronda. “You must choose a path, Pilgrim.”

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The Pilgrim and the Wayfarer Chp. 2

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[Image description: A rocky path surrounded by cliffs.] Image originally by Petura.

Ronda and Tonya are young women locked away so their noisome hallucinations don’t “bother” society. Ronda is determined to summon a selkie from the sea and become immortal; all so she and Tonya can live somewhere where no one will bother them.

But fairy gifts always require a sacrifice.

Chapter One | Warning: This chapter contains fat and ableist slurs


 

Inevitably books were the comfort of the lonely and marginalized. In time Ronda made friends with Tonya, a girl a year younger with auditory delusions that manifested in two ways. When she was stable they could be tiny instruments playing soft music around her person. When she was stressed, that small orchestra became critical mouths. They would comment on her dark skin color, her curly hair and weight. When she was in a very bad way they became a cacophony of shrieking.

The two girls shared their books between them. They enjoyed the escapism of fantasy and science fiction especially. Though there was little in the way of representation of themselves. In time Ronda set aside conjured fairy tales and fables for the thread of truth within the lore. She had never forgotten what she had seen in the waves on the day of her arrival.

“We can escape.” She decided three years after her imprisonment.

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