Saturday Snippets

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of GLBT fiction are posted and shared. It can be your own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be GLBT.

To check out a wide variety of samples from GLBT stories, go here

Here’s my own contribution. I’ve just finished a rough draft of ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ I’ve collected my win for National Novel Writing Month. For the past few Saturdays, I’ve been sharing samples from my manuscript. I thought I’d do so, again, today. Here’s right where I left off last Saturday in ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’


Noises were being carried on the wind. The noise of people moving, talking, of a hammer striking wood. All the things that were taking place back in the real world.

“Do you remember when I showed you the world?” The man sat down on the log, beside the boy. “You were wide eyed with wonder at the time.”


Me Me Me Monday

It’s Me Me Me Monday, a day to promote all kinds of me-ness. 🙂

I’m almost at the end of my NaNoWriMo project, although my Inner Editor is screaming bloody murder at how I’ve rushed things and the lack of proper character development. In all honesty, I agree with her.

I wrote a lot of scenes in advance for ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ Not all of them made their way into the novel. Here’s part of one I particularly regret losing. You can read the beginning of it at Maybe I can re-insert this scene, when I’m revising the manuscript?


“I thought I was your hope for a better world,” Dyvian said. He took another step towards Leiwell. As always, his slow glide was elegant, graceful, and dangerous. Dyvian was like a serpent, gliding towards his prey.

Leiwell never failed to shiver, when his lord stalked him. If only it was just from fear.

“I offered you reason in return for striving to forge a path through the shadows.” Dyvian stopped inches away from Leiwell. “You were once mine.” A gloved hand reached out to caress Leiwell’s cheek. “You gave yourself to me with a willing, no, an eager heart.”

Leiwell couldn’t help leaning into Dyvian’s caress, or the sigh that escaped from his lips.

“I truly did,” he whispered, closing his eyes. His lord’s beauty was overwhelming, as always. Dyvian had never needed to buy Leiwell’s soul. He was only too happy to be taken. “However, I belong to my family, as well.”

“Your family!” Dyvian snatched his hand away, as if Leiwell’s skin, or perhaps his denial had burned him. “You wouldn’t have a family, if not for me!”

“They were a gift, a priceless gift, willingly given.” Leiwell opened his eyes to meet his lord’s. “A gentleman never returns a gift, not if he treasures either the gift or the giver.”


Saturday Snippets

It’s Saturday! Time for Rainbow Snippets! Six sentences of GLBT fiction are posted and shared on this day. It can be your own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be GLBT.

Here’s another taste from right where I left off last week in ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ This is my National Novel Writing Month project. It’s also the third book in a series called ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. Books 1 and 2 are currently under revision. Anyone else wishing for a National Novel Revisions Month? 🙂


The shadows gathered around the man, but they weren’t threatening. If anything, they emphasized the beauty of his face.

“I miss this.” The boy sighed, as he drank in the sight of his lord within his domain. “I never wanted to be a part of the real world. It’s a harsh, ugly place, filled with hatred.”


Promo Friday

It’s Promo Friday! A day to to show the world what you’ve got, what you’re working on, and what you hope to accomplish in the future. In short, share your published works, your works in progress, and anything else you’d like to reveal.

I’ve been working hard non-stop on my National Novel Writing Month project, ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ This book is the third is a series I’ve titled ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’.

The second book in the series is ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’. It was last year’s NaNoWriMo project.

With that in mind, I thought I’d share a little of it today…


“How might I enter the Shadow Forest?”

These were words, which never failed to send a chill through me. It was a question, which had been posed, over and over, by someone very precious to me. He’d answered it, successfully. He’d disappeared from my life.

Now someone else I cared for, in spite of my better judgment, was asking the same question.

My hands spasmed. Cards were knocked over, sent flying. I stared at them, as they fluttered to the ground.

Paula’s Prompts

Late at night, I post my second response to the amazing PTWyant’s challenge at Something a little lighter, a little more fun, and yet still very Maggie centric. Not to mention involving Maggie vs. Balloons.

By the way, Paula Wyant’s challenge involved beer, a menu, and red balloons. The Tipsy Hedgehog is proud to offer two of the above. It’s not quite sure what to make of the third…:)
“What are those red, floating things?” Maggie demanded. She backed up against her new counter, as she did.

Why did they have to show up now? She’d just opened up her new tavern. The menu was set up on a board above the bar, listing a choice of pie, stew, or a ploughman. The beer on was a rich, reddish gold, or deep brown thick with malt. Everything was ready to go.

Only now there were unidentified, bobbing crimsons creatures in the Tipsy Hedgehog.

“What floating things?” Meggie asked. Maggie’s sister was hunched down over a piece of pie. Hopefully, she wouldn’t go back for another piece, followed by another, finishing off an entire pastry before any customers arrived. Megan tended to do such things, when left unchecked. “I, hrm, don’t see anything.”

“You don’t see anything?” Maggie repeated incredulously. Her sister, who talked to invisible aunts who’d never existed, couldn’t see these fat, floating red ovals above their heads?

The creatures were coming closer, pulled by the tether wrapped around a young man’s wrist. It wasn’t Leiwell. He was the only attractive young man in the village, so who was this youth with the face and neck, which looked like a sculpture from some ancient temple?

Not that Maggie was about to let herself be distracted by the beautiful youth. Not with these exotic red monsters approaching.

They must be some kind of creatures from the Shadow Forest, who’d escaped.

“They’re right there!” Maggie cried, pointing at the unidentified floating objects. “How can you miss them?”

“I don’t see anything,” Meggie said, swallowing a mouthful of pie. “Do you see them?” she asked the empty space next to her.

Or so it seemed like empty space to Magdalene. To Megan, there was a large woman, with huge biceps sprawled out there, crowding a fussy looking old woman, who wore spectacles. Both of these women towered over Meggie. They also took up a lot of space.

“Nope, not all all,” the big one, who was known as Aunt Morgan said. She shook her shaggy head, which caused a small wind to stir up. It was truly a marvel Maggie couldn’t see her. Maggie had never been able to see the aunts, though. Magdalene had never believed in the aunts. “There’s nothing there.”

“Poor Maggie!” Aunt Maureen exclaimed, with a wince. Whether it was on Maggie’s behalf, or because she’d just been hit in the face by Aunt Morgan’s hair, Meggie couldn’t tell. “She’s cracked under the stress of getting this tavern open!”

None of this conversation was heard by Maggie. All she saw was her sister, sitting at a table by herself. Nodding to people, who weren’t there.

In the meantime, the unidentified floating objects were coming closer. Which only she could see.

“I’m cracking up,” Maggie moaned. She pulled at the few strands of red hair, which were coming loose from its messy bun. “Whatever Meggie has, it must be catching. Or run in the family.” She stared at the red creatures, who continued to tug at their tethers.

The youth who carried them above his head had a firm grip on them.

“A very happy opening night to the Tipsy Hedgehog!” the young man said. He flashed a brilliant smile at Maggie. “A tavern is a welcome change in Omphalos compared to some oddball curio shop!”

“Um, who are you?” Maggie asked. Seraphix save her, she sounded as slow as her sister! She was even blinking stupidly at this youth, her first customer? since she wasn’t able to make any sense of what he was saying.

He was about the same age as Leiwell, with hair as raven dark as Leiwell’s, only shorter. It waved around his ears in an almost classical fashion, increasing his likeness to a statue of some young hero, or deity. He also wore the oddest clothes Maggie had ever seen. The youth sported an open leather jerkin, displaying a white under tunic with a triangular collar and a small, green dragon on his right lapel. His trousers were a rough, faded blue material. His shoes, Maggie didn’t know what to make of his shoes. They were a scuffed white, made of a material, which looked kind of like leather, but wasn’t. Lighting bolts adored each side of his footware.

Maybe it was best not to look too much at the young man, no matter how attractive he might be.

“What are those strange…things…you’re carrying into my bar?” Maggie managed to ask with as much dignity as possible. She was the proprietor of the Tipsy Hedgehog. It was entirely possible much stranger things might walk into her tavern.

“Ah, yes, this must seem a little odd!” the young man said, as he looked up, seeming to notice the things floating above his head for the first time. “These are called balloons.”

He lowered his hands. The ‘balloons’ dropped down with the motion of his arms.

Maggie tried hard not to flinch.

“Balloons are a kind of celebratory decoration in another time and place,” the youth explained. “I brought them here as a gift for a pair of very pretty twins who live in this village.” The youth cocked his head. “Do you know them?”

“Danyell and Dayell,” Maggie said, giving the ‘balloons’ a suspicious look. Of course. Someone completely odd showed up and he was looking for residents from the Old Cottage. Especially the twins, who were entirely too small, yet strange; too young, yet ageless, too genderless, yet boys. “Golden curls, with streaks of silver in their hair, like they were elderly. One of them has silver flecks in his eyes, which come and go.” She turned her wary glare onto the stranger. “Your ‘pretty twins’ are hard to miss.” Easy though this youth was on the eye, Maggie couldn’t stop eyeing the red, bobbing things he carried. “I suppose these ‘balloons’ are from ah…ah…”

Maggie couldn’t bring herself to say it. Not in her nice, solid tavern, which she and her neighbors had built, plank by plank. It was a solid and real as places came, a grounded part of this world. Things from the Shadow Forest had no business here. Let alone things from…from…

“Another world?” The strange young man had to go and say it. “The balloons are, yes.” He tilted his head, studied Maggie with the care of one who has made it his business to ease and please people. “I’m actually from Omphalos. Well, same place, different version and time.” He offered his hand to Maggie. “Damian Ashelocke at your service.”

Maggie gingerly accepted the offered hand. She shook it, feeling numb.

Of course. Things like this happened, when you lived in a village near a Door, which allowed people to pass into the Shadow Forest, leading to other Doors, which led to entirely new worlds. Or maybe even different versions of the same place.

Maybe so, but did they have to walk into the Tipsy Hedgehog? Especially on its opening night!

“Maggie, who are you talking to?” Meggie asked. Her sister looked up from her empty plate. “You’re, hrimm, shaking hands with thin air?”

“Like you’re one to talk!” Maggie snapped at her sister. She raised her hands to claw at her hair once more. Yes, she was definitely cracking up. What’s one more mad sister in her family? One might say it was becoming a family tradition!

It was a relief when the pub door opened. Customers. Real customers had come, who would order food and ale. Give Maggie ordinary things to take care of, ordinary things to think about.

Magdalene could simply not get enough of ordinary.


Me Me Me Monday

It’s Me Me Me Monday! A day of self promotion, which Queer Sci Fi has gotten me into the habit of celebrating. 🙂

Lately, I’ve been working non-stop on my National Novel Writing Project, ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ It’s the third book is a series called ‘Tales from the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. Book 1 is ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’. Book 2 is ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’. Both books are currently under revision.

Here’s a teaser from the third book…

“Do you remember when I showed you the world?” The man sat down on the log, beside the boy. “You were wide eyed with wonder at the time.”

“As my brothers are, now.” Leiwell shuddered. “I don’t want them to lose that wonder.”

“And what about you?” The man’s hand reached out for the boy’s. “Where is your wonder, now, Leiwell? Or are you simply afraid?” He leaned a little closer. As always, his presence had a weight and comfort, but Leiwell shivered. It was dangerous. It had always been dangerous.

Saturday Snippet

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of GLBT fiction are shared and posted. It can be your own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be GLBT.

To check out a wide variety of samples of GLBT stories, check out the link!

Here’s my own offering from my current National Novel Writing Month project, ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ I decided to pick up right where I left off, last Saturday. Forgive me, this is a little longer than six sentences. The seventh sentence is very short, though. 🙂

“Seriously?” The boy looked up at the sunlight shining through the trees overhead, down at the mossy log he was sitting on, before they settled upon the man, standing over him. “My thoughts don’t matter.”

“If that were true, this place wouldn’t exist.” The man nodded at their surroundings. Trees surrounded the man and the boy, as the breeze tickled and whispered in their ears. “I wouldn’t exist.”

Promo Friday

It’s Promo Friday! A day to promote my writing and generally show off a little. 🙂

Lately, I’ve been eating, breathing, and living ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’, which is my NaNoWriMo projects. It’s the third book in a series I call ‘Tales from the Navel/The Shadow Forest’ series.

The first book is ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’. The second book is ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’. Both of these books are finished, but still in need of a lot of revision and TLC.

I’ve said it once. I’ll say it again. I need a National Novel Revisions Month! 🙂

Keeping this in mind, I’ve decided to post a teaser from the first book, ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’.

If you enjoyed this, if you’d like to see more of it, please let me know. I’ve let other projects distract me from this, although it’s always been in the back of my mind. Your encouragement will make me get up and revise, once NaNoWriMo is over. 🙂


“I know you’re there. I can feel you. I’m blind and cannot touch without you.” It was a childlike plea, as well as a seductive whisper. Danyell wanted to respond, but didn’t dare. He lay very still, so the voice couldn’t find him.

“I know you’re there.” Something cold and damp was inches from his face. A misty, icy breath kissed his quivering lips. “I can taste you!”

“No!” Danyell cried, trying to squirm away. The movement of his own body woke him up. There was grass against his cheek, almost poking his nose. He looked up, squinting in the sunshine.

A shadow leaned over him, blocking out the sun. Danyell gasped, as a face exactly like his own loomed overhead.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” Dayell said. His twin was looking down at him. “At least, not of me.”

Paula’s Prompt

This is my second response to PTWyant’s challenge (see it at My first reponse is at

He regretted going down to the basement. He’d loved the fresh air, the sunshine. The hope that maybe he could talk to the people above. Maybe even join in their community, become a part of it.

He’d been wrong. This world wasn’t ready for him, or his ideals. They weren’t ready for the magic he had to offer them, or the responsibility that came with it.

These people were too busy blaming others for their problems to take responsibility for anything. They’d rather choose a scapegoat and blame everything on him than accept the depth, the wisdom, and the power which came with what he carried.

In short, these people weren’t ready for him, or his love yet.

He went back into the basement, back into the darkness. To sleep for yet another century.

Maybe they’d finally be ready for him, when he woke up.

Me Me Me Monday

It’s Me Me Me Monday at Queer Sci Fi, located

I’ve already posted a snippet from ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ to the Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration at How about a taste of my f/f fantasy fairy tales here?

First, here’s a little teaser from ‘Fairest’.

My first memory was of her dark eyes. They captured all the colors of my infant universe, even as they threatened to swallow me. Her eyes should have been terrifying, but they were not.

Her blood red lips moved, shaping words I could not recall. My parents remembered them only too well, as did everyone else who’d gathered at the castle for my christening.

“I, too, have a gift for this child. She shall grow up, with all the beauty and promise of the dawn, but her sun will never rise.”

Enjoy that? Maybe you’d also be interested in ‘At Her Service’.  Here’s a little teaser from its pages.

The glass slipper was too small for her foot. I had to work her flesh into the shoe. It’s an art I’ve managed to perfect, over the years. Stroking the arch of her foot, I slide her toes into the slipper. The flesh shivers at my touch, so it wiggles its way into the shoe’s interior. Once it’s there, I tickle her heel, so it quivers its way into the back of the slipper.

It’s a service no other maid can provide. I’m the only one capable of getting those glass slippers on my mistress’ feet. It’s why she keeps me around, even though I’m a terrible servant.