Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Friday, July 10, 2020

#NewRelease #Announcement: Webs In The Mist: The Jessie Morgan Series, Book 2 by Maggie Plummer!


Hey Everyone!

My friend, Maggie Plummer, would like to tell you about her new book, Webs in the Mist. Maggie, take it away! :-)

Maggie:

Announcing Webs in the Mist: The Jessie Morgan Series, Book 2 by Maggie Plummer!

… A brand new “retro” coming of age novel, Webs in the Mist, is Book 2 of the semi-autobiographical, four-book Jessie Morgan Series. Here’s the description:

It’s 1972, and San Francisco is a global mecca for hippies and radicals. In Book Two of The Jessie Morgan Series, 21-year-old Jess can’t wait to join her friend Donna there. Driving her VW down the Pacific Coast, she’s more than ready for the city’s open Bohemian vibe, bongo-mad street life, perpetual protests, and cutting-edge counterculture.

Among the characters she meets are Cat, a tall, fun-loving Sicilian, and Carl, a Harley-riding enigma with bushy red hair. As Jessie gleefully spreads her wings in the City by the Bay, she leaves her stormy past behind.

Or does she?  

This novel is recommended for mature readers due to 1970s-era sex, drugs, and profanity.               

If you find this slice of early ‘70s San Francisco life as intriguing, take the plunge and grab your copy here:




Thanks for stopping by.

As always, happy reading!






Thursday, July 9, 2020

#APC #Spotlight: Communion (The Wolfgang Trilogy Book 3) By FD Gross!


Hey Everyone!! :-)

I've got F. D. Gross in my APC spotlight, today! F. D. is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and his vampire, fantasy, supernatural, gothic horror novel, Communion, looks great! Here's the description:
A NEW LEGEND IN VAMPIRE HUNTING IS BORN…Sunstone. The great Holy City, sits in a valley of rain and snow, waiting for the one who will come and liberate it from the festering evil growing deep within its belly. It is here the Carnalreesee have taken Dorian. It is here where Tenor must go. For within the bosom of the devil, shadows spread like disease, growing darker each day.A new found power.A race against time.Two unlikely companions join the growing band of vampire hunters in a final attempt to track down Dorian before Tenor’s worst fears come true.The tower lives and the walls speak.Nothing prepares Tenor for the horrors that await him in the Dark Cathedral. With all hope lost, it is Enivid, the soul-bound spiritual weapon of Diana that pushes him through until the very end.Knowing only blood, sweat and tears for weeks on end, Tenor’s days of struggle finally draw to a close. Now, more than ever before, humanity needs a hero.
 If you think this sounds like something you might enjoy, go ahead and grab your copy here:


Thank you all so much for stopping by! Happy reading! :-)



Wednesday, July 8, 2020

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1150


Hey Everyone! :-)

Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal


Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Eleven-Hundred-Fifty:
I have managed to sample my hominid-servant’s pet plants, and I have to say I am baffled as to why she is cultivating such noxious foliage. Without exception, they have sharp, strong flavors to go with their odors that are most off-putting. I have concluded that my hominid-servant must be either desperate or have lost her sense of taste to willingly consume such noxious flavors. However, due to the extreme agitation she displayed when she discovered that her collection had been sampled, I am leaning towards desperation. Naturally, I will report back on any further evidence that suggests a food shortage may be imminent.


Hominids can be so strange! ;-) You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. ;-) Happy reading, everyone!






Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Painful Choices...



Hey Everyone!

I want to discuss something that I don't think enough people are being honest about: the state of the political system in the US and how it impacts the 2020 election. Everyone seems so invested in arguing for their "team," that a lot of people are refusing to see that the lies they've been comforting themselves with are simply that, lies.

Our political system is like a broken leg. And instead of doing their job and fixing the leg, both Democrats and Republicans have spent decades arguing that the other one broke it. So, now the leg is healed, but it healed badly and the wound is septic. It reeks of and oozes corruption.

And, now, the wound has festered so badly that Donald Trump has oozed out of it, but he is just the symptom of the disease, not the disease itself. Trump is the pus leaking out of the wound. But the establishment of both major parties are the underlying infection. And, as with all illnesses, treating the symptoms might make people feel better, but it's not at all a cure.

If fact, in some instances, masking the pain of an injury is counterproductive. Pain is the body's way of sending a warning; it's the way we know we need to take action to correct a problem. If we just dull the pain but do nothing to treat the cause of it, we only make the problem worse.

And that's where we are in our political system, as well. Trump is the equivalent of opening the wound and exposing the corruption for all the world to see. He is an embodiment of the decay in our system, and he forces people to confront the ugliness and rot in our country. Biden and the Democratic leadership want us to wipe the pus off the outside the wound and cover it up, so they can continue on befouling our nation without challenge. But that won't solve the problem. The patient will still be dying.

So, what we really need to do is face the fact that we're going to have to endure some pain to heal the injury. We've ignored the disease too long, and healing it will be neither painless nor pretty. But the alternative is to allow our country to succumb to the septicemia we've been cultivating. We have two choices. We can rebreak the leg, debride the wound, flush out all the putrefaction, surgically remove the necrotic flesh, undergo an extended course of powerful antibiotics, and hope we can keep the leg. Or we can amputate. Neither option is pleasant, but one or the other needs to be chosen if we want to save ourselves.

Bernie would have been the surgical option. He would have been a slow change for the better. His administration would have gotten rid of some of the corruption, and it would have laid the groundwork for the additional surgeries we would need if the Democratic Party was to be preserved. He would have moved us in the right direction and given us a chance to salvage the leg.

What Bernie wouldn't have managed is getting everything done that needs to be done to repair the damage to our political system in general and the Democratic Party specifically, but he would have breathed new life into the party and given it a fighting chance to be a viable party going forward. The same way FDR did in the 1930s when he built enough momentum for the Democratic Party to coast off of for the last 8 or nine decades.

And, yes, it needs to be acknowledged that FDR was deeply racist, many of his policies didn't help people of color, and he put Japanese-Americans in concentration camps. So, anything FDR accomplished needs a big asterisk next to it. But the fact remains that he pulled this country out of the Great Depression and gave the Democratic Party new life.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Bernie lacks FDR's ruthless streak. This makes him a better person, but a less effective politician. He doesn't want to twist arms the way they need to be twisted to force politicians who have been bought and paid for by oligarchs and multinational corporations to start serving The People, the way they are supposed to. There would have been a lot more fighting to be done, and a lot more changes to be made after Bernie left office, and there would have been quite a lot of pain as a result of some of those changes. The process would not have been pleasant. But he still would have made progress in the right direction and at least given us a chance to save ourselves without having to resort to severing large portions of our political infrastructure.

Unfortunately, it looks like the Democratic establishment has been successful in preventing Bernie from being given the chance to save the Democratic Party from itself. The leadership is more interested in profiting from the demise of the party, and the nation, and hiding their own criminal negligence than they are in salvaging what can be saved. So, that leaves us with amputation.

Because of the destructive intransigence of the leadership of the Democratic Party, they've made the party a danger to the continued viability of the country. The corporately-owned media also has played a major part, but at least the fact that they are owned outright by the enemies of the republic isn't hidden. Unlike with the establishment of both major parties, who pretend to serve The People but really serve only their donors. But, between the efforts of the corrupt political establishment and the corporate media, we have now been brought to the point where our only remaining option, if we want to save ourselves, is to abandon any efforts to preserve any part of that establishment and, instead, wipe the slate clean and start anew.

If we're to have any hope at a future for our country and our species, we must amputate our gangrenous leg by tossing out the duopoly that currently has our political system in a stranglehold. And the only way to do that is to build new political parties that will actually represent The People. We do that by voting for, volunteering for, and donating to those parties until they grow large enough and strong enough to fill the vacuum left by the amputation of the old parties and support our crippled nation.

Yes, I realize that the prevailing wisdom is that minority parties don't have a legitimate place in US politics, but political parties have fallen and been replaced in this country before. And the prevailing wisdom is also that one does not lop off body parts. But when the parts in question are beyond saving and, worse, a threat to the continued life of the body politic, what goes generally ceases to apply, and it becomes necessary to take drastic measures.

As for when we should start this process, as always with infections, the sooner the treatment is started, the better the chance is of saving the patient. And considering the two rancid pustules we have to choose from in the upcoming presidential election, there's certainly nothing to be lost by starting now.

Peace!






Monday, July 6, 2020

Something Worth Watching?


Hey Everyone!! :-)

I'm back today with another video I wanted to share. This one is about something I really don't think enough people are thinking about. How many of the people who lost their jobs in this depression are behind in their rent and mortgages? There are already record numbers of unemployment claims, though many more have been unable to file due to the systems being overwhelmed. By design, undoubtedly. The lines at food pantries are already blocks long. When the suspensions on evictions and foreclosures are lifted, how many people aren't going to be able to pay? Even if all those people miraculously found new jobs, would those jobs pay enough for them to be able to pay back months of rent or mortgage payments they'd missed? How many people are going to be forced from their homes? And once they're in the streets, what will they decide to do there? You think the protests are bad now...










Sunday, July 5, 2020

Cheesy Brussel Sprouts #Recipe!



Hey Everyone!! :-)

This is a really simple recipe that's sure to be a crowd-pleaser. Enjoy! :-)

Ingredients:
4 cups brussel sprouts
2 cups mozzarella cheese shredded
1/2 cup pecorino romano cheese grated
6 cloves garlic minced
1/2 cup olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste

Boil the brussel sprouts in salted water until just slightly tender. Drain the sprouts and place them on a baking tray. Smash the sprouts into disks using a spatula or the bottom of a cup. In a bowl, mix together the cheeses, salt, and pepper. Drizzle the olive oil over the sprouts and then sprinkle the garlic on them. Toss to coat. Sprinkle the cheese mixture over the top of the sprouts and bake at 400 degrees Fahrenheit for 10-15 minutes or until cheese browns. Serve warm with a side of crusty bread.

Bon Appetit!




Saturday, July 4, 2020

Bringing The #Fireworks! ;-)


Hey Everyone!! :-)

Happy Independence Day to all my fellow Americans! And Happy Weekend to everyone else! :-) To celebrate, I thought I'd share some Fae-style fireworks with you. Enjoy! ;-)

Excerpt from Taken By The Huntsman:
As she exited the shower and grabbed a towel to dry herself, Cassie marveled at how much of a difference being clean could make in how a person felt. She turned to get a second towel to wrap around her hair, when the candles in the bathroom were suddenly snuffed out. She fumbled a bit in the darkness, until she felt the warm firmness of her mate’s chest against her back. The feel of him so close to her made things low in her body tighten.

After speaking with Arthfael and learning that no problems had cropped up in his absence, and that his attention was not needed urgently anywhere in the castle, Cadeyrn had hurried up to the room he now shared with his Anamchara and prepared a surprise for her. He hoped she would be receptive, since he had wanted to try something similar with her for some time. But, as they had discussed on their trip back to the castle, trust was not her strong suit. And what he had in mind would take some trust on her part.

“Cadeyrn? Why are the lights out? Is something wrong?”

The Erlking wrapped his arms around his Anamchara and let his magic flow over her, drying her skin and hair. When she gasped in surprise, he bent over her and gently scraped his lengthening fangs up her neck to whisper in her ear.

“Nothing’s wrong. I want to make love to you, and I am hoping you’ll agree. And that you’ll let me show you something new.”

When she heard her lover’s words, moisture trickled from her core and down her thigh. She inhaled a shuddering breath and nodded her head.

“Okay, what do you want me to do?”

“First, I want you to wear this,” said Cadeyrn, as he gently placed a silken blindfold around her eyes.

Cassie jumped when she felt the fabric cover her eyes and reached up to touch it with her hands.

Cadeyrn gently caught her hands and returned them to her sides.

It surprised her that he had known she had moved. “You can see in this darkness?”

“Yes, I can see perfectly. I will keep the candles unlit, and the hearth is dark, but the blindfold will further assure that you cannot see. Do you agree to this?”

She nodded.

“Do you remember the word to say if you want to stop?”

“Stad.”

“Yes.” Growling, he scooped her up into his arms.

When she felt herself lifted into the air, Cassie gasped. And when he tossed her lightly onto the bed, she yelped and giggled.

Cadeyrn came down on top of his Anamchara as soon as she landed on the bed and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back and, as they explored each other’s mouths, he gently took one of her hands and slipped it through the loop of a silken rope he had prepared. The other end of the rope was tied to one post of the headboard. As he secured the knot around her wrist, she jerked against it.

“Cadeyrn?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then relax.”



Want to see just how hot this celebration gets? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! :-)

Taken by the Huntsman