Hi everyone . Dancing With Fate is the sixth story in the fantasy seriesfrom the Wild Rose Press about the nine Greek Muse, entitled ‘Song Of The Muses’.. Mine features Terpsichore, Muse of dance. This is the blurb and an extract, and there’s a link to the trailer at the end.
When Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance, is assigned to revisit the land of Wales, her task seems simple enough. She is unaware there is a hidden agenda. Before she can return to Olympus her path crosses that of the mysterious Myrddin, and her heart is lost.
Myrddin is promised to another. His mind is set on the dangerous task that lies before him, and the woman he has sworn to save. Nevertheless, he cannot deny the growing attraction between him and the beautiful stranger he meets along the way.
Terpsichore and Myrddin face a deadly force that threatens to part them forever.
Is she destined to lose the only man she has ever truly loved? Is there nothing she can do to save him? Finally, when all seems lost, in desperation she finds herself DANCING WITH FATE.
The sound of the waterfall behind her caught her attention. Oh, how she missed the spring of Hippocrene, created when Pegasus struck the rock of the Helicon Mountain with his hoof and the crystal water poured forth. Beautiful as this country was, it would be good to be home. She turned and gazed at the water tumbling down the mountainside in a frenzy of white froth, the spray catching the rays cast by Helios, making rainbows dance in the clear air. The water called to her— -— she was, after all, like her sisters, a water nymph. She longed to immerse herself in its cooling spray, to be as one with the living water.
What harm can it do? Cleanse yourself— — rid your body of the dust of Earth before returning to Olympus. The voice in her mind was all too familiar.
Dionysus! What are you doing here? Get out of my mind.
Certainly, dear sister, would you prefer me to materialize in all my glory? Before she could answer, he appeared, seated upon a rock, his ever-present maenads fawning at his feet. He held out a goblet of wine.
“You seem in poor spirits, sister. Have a drink;, it will put you in a better humour.
“I’m fine, Dionysus. I’m about to go home. I don’t need any of your wine.” She turned her head away from the sight of the maenads who fawned over him, drunkenly running their hands over his body. All at once, the purity of the day seemed tainted. How had he found her? Was it he who had eavesdropped upon her conversation with Apollo? She sighed. Somehow, she did not think so. Dionysus in his state of permanent intoxication could hardly have moved so stealthily, nor concealed his retinue of women followers.
Dionysus hiccupped loudly, causing the vines around his neck to bounce and rustle. Again, he held out the goblet of wine. “Oh, we are `Miss Prim and Proper’ today, aren’t we?! Go on, lighten up, take a sip, it won’t hurt you.” He learned toward her, his handsome, if somewhat effeminate features wearing an innocent expression that belied the glint in his blue eyes. “After all, you wouldn’t want to upset your brother, would you?”
Terpsichore refrained from commenting that he was, in fact, only one of her many half-brothers. She pursed her lips, reached for the goblet and took a small sip, before handing it back. It did not do to offend the god. She recalled that despite his affable manner, he had a dark side and it was better not to offend him. “Thank you. Now, I really must be leaving.”
His smile was more of a smirk. “All right. I can take a hint. If I were you, I’d have a good long soak in that pool before you go. Go on, you know you want to.” He lurched unsteadily to his feet, causing one of his Maenads to loose her hold on him, and fall over. He grabbed her arm and moments later they all disappeared like mist in the heat of the of a summer’s day.
To Hades with her demented half-brother. The more she thought about it, the more the allure of the water drew her to it. She should never have taken that wine—not even a sip. Who knew what enchantment he’d put in it? She shrugged. What was she thinking? She was her own goddess, wasn’t she? If she wanted to bathe, she would. She certainly didn’t need any charmed wine to make her decisions for her.In an instant, her Celtic clothing melted away. She laid her lyre against a friendly tree trunk and ran beneath the curtain of water cascading over the cliff face. She stood, waist deep in the shallows of the pool and let the water rush over her. The cold crystal clear liquid invigorated her. She felt the life force of the spring flow around and through her, the molecules that composed it, the tiny life forms unseen. This was her element and she rejoiced in it.
Eight stories have been released so far and the ninth is coming soon. This is a really wonderful collection of unique stories which I am humbled and proud to be part of. Individually, there’s something for every taste, from historical to futuristic – as a collection they make for ‘fantastic’ reading. Visit my publisher:
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