New Release – The Beast and the Sibyl

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The Beasts of Prydain are back! He’s a vicious Beast, violent and dangerous. Bliss knows she ought to walk away. After all, she has a dark and dangerous secret to preserve. When she can’t leave him to burn, her rescue tumbles them both into danger, adventure and romance.

Self-standing PNR novel! Here’s the universal buy link for The Beast and The Sibyl

 

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2mdPFQ8

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Excerpt:

 

“We caught a Beast! A real live poxy Beast!”

Bastards. Calling us beasts while they cheat, steal, and lie. I got kicked in the ribs, a whip laid about my shoulders, and all the time they were screaming.

“Hang him!”

“Beat him!”

“Kill the Beast!”

Then I saw her. She was standing there, staring right into my eyes. For a moment, I thought I was looking at a Valkyrie, one of Valhalla’s shield maidens. She had hair the colour of ice, and eyes as blue as the sky. Tall, willowy, and silent, she looked unworldly. There was a wolf at her side, too.

I blinked, expecting her to vanish, but it wasn’t a vision. She was real. The knowledge hit me with a punch that sucked the breath out of me. She was one of us, a Skraeling of Thule.

She leaned on the wolf, controlling it with a touch of her hand. “Lady Freyja always advises counsel before action.”

A Skraeling woman who invoked our goddess yet who was a traitor. I was filled with sudden hate, poisoned by the thought of one of our own people contaminated by foul betrayal.

If the will were a weapon, she would have fallen on the spot. Instead, the world blurred again. I think I passed out for a few moments because when I opened my eyes, he was there. The Patriarch. A cheat, a liar and all-round scum bucket

He certainly hates us Skraeling. “Glorious Ullr will bring us wise counsel. And tomorrow we will flog the Beast to cleanse him of his sins, and then we will burn him alive!”

 

He’s a vicious Beast, violent and dangerous. Bliss knows she ought to walk away. After all, she has a dark and dangerous secret to preserve. When she can’t leave him to burn, her rescue tumbles them both into danger, adventure and romance.

 

5 STARS

Another great entry to the Prydain series – AJ Adams is seriously one of my favorite authors!!~Fan

 

I write cartel and crime romances, with twisted dark heroes and feminist arse kicking heroines.

 

My real name is Ellen Whyte. In my non-novel life I’m a syndicated author who has published roughly 3500 articles and 10 non-fiction books with publishers that include Pearson and Marshall Cavendish.

 

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Spring

wifanyman

Spring
It’s when the wind blows,
A promise of tomorrow,
Warm air and sunshine,
Wash away the sorrow.

Life in full blossom,
Flowers in their dress,
Birds sing their songs,
Bugs crawl out of nest.

Winters dreary,
Coldness gone,
Snow stops falling,
Days grow long.

Spring abounds,
In full splendor,
Casting a spell,
Washing away the cinders.

Laying in green grass,
Staring at warm blue skies,
Hoping the season,
Is not a disguise.

About Me

Sad-ManAbout Me
Cleve Sylcox

I can’t and I won’t,
But that has nothing to do with you.

I can and I will,
But it has everything to do with you.

Life in a peach,
The pit in the middle.

Stubborn arrogance,
A cat playing a fiddle.

Nothing and everything,
Can you see the between?

Life is no more certain,
Death we have seen.

Carry on the wind,
The travesty of thought.

Lay my head down,
Your cold icy wrought.

Take it from me,
Give it back.

Love in the heart,
It’s what I lack.

My world isn’t,
But yet it is.

About me but you.

Love and Other Things

Senior couple enjoy the sunset together

When I first saw you
© 2015 Cleve Sylcox

You know the story well,
I’ve told you more than once,
How, at the church luau,
You turned me into a dunce.

I always felt intelligent,
Not brilliant but a little smart,
When my eyes fell upon you,
My brain fell apart.

You stood by a table,
Talking with a group,
Then you came and talked me,
And my mind did a loop,

Whenever you are near,
I can’t think at all sometimes
I get all goose bumped,
I’m in Love…is that a crime?

Even after Twenty-five years,
Words get lost in your eyes,
You still have that spell on me,
On this I cannot deny,

So, take my hand, If you will,
And follow me, Up the golden hill,

There I can see deep in your eyes,
The moment I became alive…

I Love you dear.