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

Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Strange Occurrences...


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Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from Shifting Paradigms:
“Is something bothering you, Per Dish?" came a voice from behind her.

Petri jumped and spun around. As she did, the room seemed to spin around too and when she came to a stop the far end of the room seemed much nearer than it had been just a few seconds ago.

“What the fuck is going on?" she demanded.

“What’s wrong, hun?” came Chessie's soft voice from nearby. 

Whipping her head around, Petri saw her friends were standing next to her and the space they were in had shrunk significantly, though it was still large. Her heart pounding, she turned wide eyes back to Vlad and whispered, “What just happened?"




Monday, May 3, 2021

Something Worth Watching?


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I'm back today with another video I wanted to share. Two, actually. One is about how Democrats are working overtime to cut corporate taxes by 10% and the other is about how they are celebrating doing absolutely nothing to help regular people. Together, I think they do a good job of illustrating why I refuse to vote for Democrats anymore. But, please, watch the videos and draw your own conclusions. Peace!



















Sunday, May 2, 2021

Quick Spinach Saute #Recipe!

 



Hey Everyone!! :-)

This is a meal that's easy to throw together quickly on a weeknight, but is still delicious and will fill you up. Enjoy! :-)

Ingredients:
4 cups cooked brown rice or pasta (your favorite kind)
4 cups spinach leaves
1 large onion chopped fine
1 granny smith apple peeled, cored, and diced
1 cup raisins
1 cup toasted walnuts chopped
5 cloves garlic minced
2 tsp dried rosemary
1/2 tsp ground nutmeg
1/4 tsp ground cinnamon
1 cup red wine (your favorite kind)
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste

Add the olive oil and onion to a large saute pan and cook until the onion becomes translucent. Add the garlic, apple, rosemary, raisins, and salt and pepper and continue cooking until the onions start to caramelize. Add the spinach, water, and wine and continue cooking until the spinach wilts. Taste and adjust seasonings as necessary. Remove the pan from the heat and serve the spinach mixture over warm rice or pasta. Sprinkle the walnuts over the top.

Bon appetit!







Friday, April 30, 2021

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover... 😉

 


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Congratulations on nearly making it to the weekend! I don't know about for you, but for me it has been a very long week, and I'm really looking forward to a little break. And, so, to get that weekend started off right, I thought I'd share a little peek into Fairie. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Taken by the Huntsman:
With the human, he would be patient. From what he had overheard from the Sidhe, it was clear that the Erlking valued her for some reason. Toiseach thought it would be better if he could convince her to tell the Erlking that he and his people had nothing to do with her abduction before he contacted the Huntsman. But for that, he needed her to be calm.

He sat there watching her, she was such a small weak creature; it was a mystery why the Erlking would take an interest in her. At least she had stopped screaming a while ago, and her breathing seemed to be returning to normal. Eventually, he saw her peek her eyes over the edge of her knees, which she had drawn up against her and huddled behind. Her face paled even more.

Toiseach was careful to make no movement. He had positioned himself several feet away from her, hoping that would keep her from feeling threatened, and now he barely breathed. He just sat there, as still as the stone he resembled, and watched her. As time passed and he made no move, he saw her muscles start to relax fractionally. He thought that she might be receptive to some rational conversation.

Being careful to keep his voice as soft as possible and to remain still, he asked, “What is your name?” It seemed like a safe, non-threatening question.

At the sound of his voice, she tensed and her eyes went wide. She sat there, looking at him as though waiting for him to pounce.

He stayed still and listened to the silence for a few moments when it occurred to him that she might not understand him. He thought he was speaking the same human language he’d heard her address the Sidhe in, and in which the Sidhe responded. "Anglish," he thought they called it. But it had been so long since he had spoken the language; he knew that he might be speaking it incorrectly.

“Do you understand me?” he asked.

Cassie listened to the creature that looked like a cross between a rock and a bug speak to her. Its voice was gravely, like listening to stones move over each other, but its English was clear, if a bit archaic. Eventually, she realized she was either not hallucinating, that somehow all of this was real, or it was going to take longer than she’d hoped for the drugs to clear from her system. On the off chance that this was somehow real, she didn’t want to risk being rude to the monster who, for whatever reason, seemed more interested in conversing with her than in consuming her.

“Yes, I can understand you. My name is Cassie. What’s yours?”

The living boulder let out a breath and said, “My name is Toiseach; I’m king of the Goblins. I won’t hurt you and neither will any of my people. I will call the Erlking and let him know where you are and that I will return you to him."

Toiseach was relieved that the human woman seemed to be returning to her senses and that her mind didn’t seem to have suffered any permanent damage from the shock she had experienced. He was still concerned about the blood coming from the place the Sidhe’s blow had connected with her head, humans could be so fragile, but he was afraid to move closer to get a better look. She still seemed to be unsure that he truly meant it when he told her he would not harm her. But at least she was speaking to him like a reasonable being.

“What is ‘the Erlking’?” she asked.

Toiseach was surprised at the question, but answered, “He is the one whose mark you wear.”

“Mark?” Her eyes widened as she looked at herself, trying to find a mark.

“You cannot see it with your eyes, but it is obvious to any Fae. It means you are under his protection.”

"I don’t know any Erlking,” she said.

Toiseach looked at her. He knew humans often lied, but he didn’t think she was doing so; she seemed too frightened and confused. He replied, “I cannot explain that, but you do bear his mark and I will return you to him. I dare not do anything else, and you would not be safe in a Goblin hive.We eat humans.”

She looked up at that and studied him, he was careful to make no movements. Toiseach wasn’t sure sharing that bit of Goblin culture with her was a good idea. But it was true Goblins did sometimes eat humans, as did many of the Fae, and he didn’t want her trying to run away from him.

“I give you my word that I will not harm you, nor allow any of my people to harm you, but I must return you to the Erlking.”

Cassie looked at the insectile rock who called himself the Goblin king and searched for any hint that he was lying. About any of it. But she found no deception in his face. Though, that didn't mean a lot when looking into a bunch of insect eyes, she thought to herself.

Still, she didn’t see that she had much choice but to believe him at the moment. He looked fully capable of pulling her apart like a plastic doll if he wanted. The fact that he was just sitting there, looking at her and conversing with her, was a pretty good indication that he meant what he said. She didn’t see the blue-haired man and wondered if Toiseach had eaten him.

“What did you do with the blue-haired man?”

“He is restrained, but undamaged, and will also be returned to the Erlking.”

“Do you know why he kidnapped me?”

“I do not. I can offer you no explanations for the actions of the Erlking or the blue-haired Sidhe.”

“Sidhe?”

“A type of Fae.”

Cassie thought about that. “Do you mean Fae as in fairies?”

“No Fae will thank you for calling them a ‘fairy,’ but I believe that is one of the names we’ve been given in human stories. We live in the realm of Fairie, but we are Fae.”

So if all of this was real, and not just some drug-induced nightmare, Cassie was someplace called Fairie. “Are we still on Earth?”

Toiseach had maintained contact with the human world, he wanted to know if the humans ever started looking for Fairie, and if they ever came close to finding it. So he was familiar with some of what human science had discovered and what had been theorized. “Earth and Fairie share space, I believe the human scientists would call them different dimensions, but you are no longer in the human world. You are in Fairie.”

“How do I get back to Earth?”

“That is something you will have to ask the Erlking.” Toiseach was willing to be patient and reassure the human by answering some basic questions. But if the Erlking wanted her in Fairie, he would do nothing to help her leave. Besides which, now that she had knowledge of Fairie and the Fae it was against the law to return her to the human world. 

“Okay, how do we talk to this Erlking?”



Want to see Cassie meet the Erlking? Go ahead and grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! 😊



Thursday, April 29, 2021

#APC #Spotlight: Cemetery at Devil's Bend By Gina Moray!

 


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I've got Gina Moray in my APC spotlight, today! Gina is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and her young adult, horror, mystery, spooky, short story, Cemetary At Devil's Bend, looks great! Here's the description:
Something strange is happening to Pine Creek. A cemetery pops up just outside of town and it’s fueling the residents’ fears. The headstones bear the names of deceased residents buried in town and the townsfolk are left wondering … what horrors are buried beneath the soil? Those that ventured to find the answer were left plagued by madness. Marty Duller, a historian with a passion for cemeteries, starts to ask questions and learns that all is not what it seems in Pine Creek. The devil has come to town and their very souls may be at risk.
 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, April 28, 2021

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1311


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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 Thirteen-Hundred-Eleven:
My youthful protégé has finally proven himself to be useful. My hominid-servant had, once again, put her infernal contraption into play, and I had sought refuge beneath her sleeping platform in an effort to preserve my sanity. My young companion, on the other hand, took a far more active approach to protecting himself. He smacked the diabolical device into a wall hard enough to disrupt its internal electronics and alter them enough so that the machine has been made non-functional. The relief among the quadrupedal residents of my domicile is palpable. I once more have hope that I may soon return to my research.


The furry people prevail! 😉 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, April 27, 2021

When The Wolves Are Responsible For Protecting The Sheep...

 


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I just thought it was time for a little reminder of all the "benefits" of not having a sensible, universal healthcare system like every other developed nation on the planet. Enjoy... 😉

Excerpt from Answers from Alyce:
We continued down the hallway until we reached what looked like a bus stop. Standing next to the bus stop were two large, robot men that were dressed in medical scrubs, and they were pushing a smaller robot woman in a wheelchair. The robot in the wheelchair was dressed only in a hospital gown and socks. The two men seemed to be trying to lift the woman out of the wheelchair and put her on the bus stop bench.

It took me a moment to figure out what was going on, but then I remembered reading about something like this in the news. I cocked an eyebrow at my two hosts and said, "Let me guess, this one is criticizing our healthcare system?"

Yax cocked his head at me and said, "So, you recognize the incident that inspired this exhibit?"

I shrugged. "I read something about it. I don't know exactly what happened, I'm not sure if all the details weren't released or if I just don't remember them, but for some reason some hospital staff took a woman who was suffering from some kind of psychological disorder to a bus station rather than treating her or arranging that she be transferred to a psychiatric facility. The temperature was below freezing and the woman wasn’t dressed to go outside. Someone who was just walking by found her shivering in the cold, confused, and unable to respond to inquiries. The person called emergency services and the woman was eventually returned to the hospital. An investigation was conducted into how something like that could happen, but I don't know what was found."

"And this is normal in your society?" asked Squid-boy,

"No. Like I just said, the matter was investigated. Investigations aren't conducted when something normal happens, only when something abnormal happens. I don't know why the woman was treated the way she was treated, but it wasn't right and it isn't normal."

"So, then those who are sick are able to receive help under normal circumstances?"

I sighed. "Sometimes. It's not a simple answer."

Squid-boy blew a buzzing gurgling sound at me. "Why is everything in your society given to caveats and conditions? Why is nothing straightforward?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him the stink-eye. "Some things are straightforward, but you've just gone and plucked all the craziest parts out to put in your museum. Of course, those things are more complicated to explain."

We glared at each other for a few heartbeats before Yax interjected, "Naturally, the aspects of your society that we chose to focus on will be more convoluted than other parts. As you said, that's why they've been selected for this museum and also why we need you to explain them for us. For instance, one thing we heard was quite common in your healthcare system is a 'wallet biopsy', but we couldn't discern enough about what it was to even begin to create an exhibit about it. It certainly didn't seem credible that it could be a literal descriptive term."

I held my stare on Squid-boy for another half a second and then turned to look at the taller alien. With a bitter laugh, I said, "Well, sugar, that's actually almost exactly what it is."

"What do you mean?"

"A 'wallet biopsy' is when a doctor, or more often a hospital, focuses on a patient's financial condition instead of their medical condition. They first find out if a patient has insurance and, if so, what that insurance does and does not cover and how high their deductible and copay are. If the patient doesn't have insurance, they find out if the patient has the cash on hand to pay for their treatment. If they determine that a patient can't pay and doesn't have insurance that will pay, they do the absolute minimum required by law and then send the patient away. Basically, they just make sure the patient isn't going to immediately drop dead and refuse to do anything more." I gestured at where the robot in a paper gown was turning in circles by the bus stop bench. "That might be what happened to her, I don't know."



Want to hear more about wallet biopsies and more little "perks" of for-profit healthcare? Go ahead and grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! 😊

Answers from Alyce