TERRARIUMS
Book 2 - Hiram
Contemporary Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
by Linda Mooney
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When the old man came to buy a tulip for his sick wife, something about him
tugged at Agatha's heart. It wasn't until she learned the story about Hiram's
plight that she knew she had to do something to make his and his wife's life
better.
That was before a kid entered the shop with a gun.
Brinn sat
down next to her. “What ‘cha doing?”
“Watching.”
He gaze out
at the celebration. “It’s loud.”
“It always
is.”
“But they
seem happy.”
“I bet they
are.”
He cast her
a side eye. “You sound…”
“Bitter?”
“Cynical.”
She snorted
in reply. To her surprise, he scooted closer to her, to where their shoulders
almost touched.
“It’ll be the new year pretty soon. That’s
always a reason to be happy,” he observed.
“Why?”
Realizing how she must sound, Sassa apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for
it to come out sounding the way it did.”
“It’s all
right. No offense taken.”
A shriek of
joy rent the night sky as another rocket zoomed upward and exploded in a
kaleidoscope of colors. Brinn raised an arm to point to something overhead, and
the feel of it brushing up against hers sent a little thrill through her. Glancing
over at him, she noticed the delight on his face.
“See that?”
he asked.
She
following his pointing finger. “Yeah. So?”
“It’s a
full moon tonight. Know what people are calling it?”
Sassa
grinned. “Other than a full moon?”
“They’re
calling it the Cold Fairy Moon.”
“What’s
that supposed to mean?”
“It’s
supposed to be an omen of good luck.”
This time
she reared back to give him a quizzical look. “Good luck?”
Spreading a
big grin across his face, Brinn nodded.
“With a Cold
Fairy Moon?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What does
that even mean? That fairies get
cold?”
The smile
drooped slightly. “I guess that’s what they think.”
“Or that
fairies are cold-natured?”
He
shrugged. “I don’t know, Sassa. I’m just repeating what I’ve heard.”
Realizing
she’d trodden on his good nature again, she reined her tone in. “So what kind
of good luck is this moon supposed to bring?”
“A happy
new year.” He appeared reluctant to elaborate.
“Is that
all?” she pressed.
“Well, I
heard someone say that dreams will come true. People will find true love.
There’ll be better health all around, and everyone will find happiness.”
She
blinked. “All because of a Cold Fairy Moon?”
“All
because this Cold Fairy Moon appears on New Year’s Eve.”
She stared
up between the bare tree limbs at the huge, milky white orb that sat almost
directly above them. “Did someone ever tell them that fairies don’t get cold?”
He
chuckled. “I don’t think it matters to them.”
He moved
his arm again, this time bumping against hers and sending another little shiver
through her. He noticed the slight movement. “Are you sure you’re okay?” His
hand folded over hers. Unconsciously, she spread her fingers to let him lace
his between them.
“Yeah. I’m
sorry I’m being such a goose. I do hope the Cold Fairy Moon brings us good luck
this next year.”
A loud
explosion made her jump. Instinctively, she leaned over to Breen and clutched
the front of his shirt. His other arm went protectively around her shoulder.
She turned to look at him as the sky turned a brilliant blue, then red, then
yellow.
They were almost nose-to-nose. She
didn’t want to disengage herself from his embrace, but neither did she want him
to think she was asking…
Oh,
shoot. What does it matter?
“So we’re supposed to find love,
happiness, and good health?” she confirmed.
“And have our dreams come true.”
“How’s that going to happen? Do we
have to…ask?”
It was difficult to read the
expression in his eyes. Luckily, she didn’t have to.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he
closed the distance between them to touch her lips with his. It was a sweet
kiss. A warm kiss, in spite of the chilly temperature. Sadly, it ended too
soon. Sassa didn’t try to hide her disappointment when he pulled away.
“I guess it depends on who you ask,
and what you ask for,” he softly replied. “Sassa? I’m tired of seeing you so
sad. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to find love.”
It was difficult to tell what sound
was louder—the crowd of revelers, the fireworks, or her thudding heart.
“Brinn.” She got no further. He
leaned in again to kiss her a second time, another sweet, warm, but too-brief pressure.
When he released her, she almost reached for him.
“I have a request to make. I’m going to ask,” he informed her. “Give
me a chance, Sassa. Let’s both start the new year afresh. Let’s look for
happiness together. Let’s work on being healthy together. Let’s…see what love
has in store…for the both of us. Whaddya say, Sassa? Are you willing to give us
a chance?”
She drew a shaky breath. Would now
be the time to tell him how much she’d been wishing to hear him say what he was
saying? She cast her eyes upward once more at the brilliant moonlight flooding
the world. The Cold Fairy Moon. “All I have to do is ask?” she whispered.
“Uh-huh.” He raised an eyebrow at
her. “And I’m all ears.”
Her eyes automatically went to the
side of his head. Brinn had some of the sexiest looking ears of any man she’d
seen. Their pointed tips almost curled.
“I would love to start this new
year fresh with you,” she confessed. “I’m ready for some happiness.”
“And love?”
She didn’t try to hide her smile.
“And love.”
Another bone-jarring boom rattled
the sky, ending in cascading white trails.
Brinn got to his feet and held out
a hand. She took it, and he helped her to her feet.
“Come on. How about we go somewhere
where it’s not so noisy? Where we can look at the moon in private?”
“Sounds wonderful.”
Spreading his iridescent wings,
Brinn launched himself off the twig they’d been sitting on. Sassa unfolded her
wings to follow after him, and together, they soared into the sky, keeping just
above the treetops to avoid being seen as the celebrations continued throughout
the night.
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Peg
screamed as she struggled to free herself from the men’s grasp, but they were
stronger than her. Stronger and bigger, and hurtful.
It didn’t
matter that she swore she had nothing to do with the crops failing this year.
They needed a scapegoat. Someone they could pin the blame on. Someone they
could offer in sacrifice in order to appease the gods, who’d then bless them
with an abundance the following year, and end months of near starvation.
She scanned
the square where they were dragging her, hoping to spot the face of the one
person who’d come to mean so much to her. Sadly, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Maybe because he’d been chased off by the guards after they discovered him
coming around to the tiny barred window of her dungeon cell.
Hanging her
head, she ceased resisting. It would do her no good, and only end up causing
her more pain than she’d already endured. The guards delighted in hearing her
protest. Sometimes they made bets to see who could make her beg for mercy the
quickest.
They paused
in front of a set of steps that led up to a stake. Dry brush already surrounded
the length of wood. The scene was set and was waiting for her.
As she
waited for them to take her up to where they’d tie her to the pole, she closed
her eyes. All she had left to give her comfort was the sound of Alim’s voice in
her mind as he spoke to her. Although she’d never been able to see his face,
she would never forget his words of encouragement where no hope was left.
“Why have you sought me out?” she asked.
“Don’t you know that if you’re caught speaking to me, you could condemn
yourself to my fate?”
“The guards do not frighten me.”
“They should. It would tear at my
heart if anything should happen to you because of me,” she admitted.
“You’ll make it out of there. Trust me on
this!”
How? She wanted to ask, when she
realized he was right. Giving a soft laugh, she responded, “Yes, I’ll be taken
out of here…on the day they fulfill my sentencing.”
“No, Peg. You’re wrong. I know you’re
not a witch. There are many who believe you’ve been unfairly targeted by the burgomaster.”
“Why? What have I done to him?” she
demanded hotly through her many tears.
“You’ve done nothing,” Alim assured
her. “Nothing but be beautiful and be guilty of brushing off his advances.”
The young man was right. The
burgomaster had been trying to seduce her for the past few months, ever since
her and her father moved to this borough. The man had even suggested a few
private trysts, to no avail. She knew that the longer she continued to keep the
man at bay, the angrier he got.
And it was never wise to anger the most
powerful man in the village.
Three times Alim had come to her
in the dead of night, to spend hours talking to her through that little window.
To keep her company. To let her know her life mattered to him, if to no one
else. He never told her why he risked coming to see her, or even why he’d
sought her out in the first place. After a while, she stopped asking and
accepted the fact that he was determined to keep her spirits up, regardless of
the outcome they both knew was inevitable.
A loud howl came from outside the
walls that buttressed the township. For a few seconds the populace silenced to
listen before resuming their screeching and yelling. Peg was aware of someone
in uniform coming toward the phalanx of guards surrounding her. The man made no
attempt to prevent her from overhearing when he addressed the men.
“We cannot
burn the witch today.”
The
soldiers made it clear they were not happy with the news. “We’ve been ordered
to see to her execution,” one man argued.
“The
burgomaster was informed that the forests are too dry. Any attempt to burn her
at the stake could result in stray sparks catching aflame outside our walls. If
the forest burns, all game will be chased away. And, worse, the outer walls,
including our homes and shops, could also catch fire.”
“Then what
are we to do?” the lead soldier demanded. “If we don’t follow through with our
orders, our necks could be next.”
Another
howl, this one closer and louder, resounded through the air. It sounded both
plaintive and dangerous.
“Sir, we
could have an executioner appointed to cut off her head,” another soldier
suggested.
The
commander shot that down. “It would end her life too quickly. The burgomaster
decreed she must suffer in the greatest way.”
Peg glanced
up in time to see a smile cross the man’s face. A smile that left her sick to
her stomach. The lead soldier seemed to get the same idea. “What if we feed her
to the wolves?”
“I think
that’s an excellent idea,” the commander replied. “I will go tell the
burgomaster our decision. If he agrees to it, we’ll put her outside the gates.
While I’m away, bind her tightly. We don’t want her to make any attempt to run
away. We must witness her death for ourselves, to make sure the burgomaster’s
wishes have been fulfilled.”
The
commander hurried away. In the interim, Peg’s arms were bound behind her back.
They pushed her onto the ground to do the same with her legs and ankles, before
drawing the rope from her arms through those knots the way a hog was tied to a
spit.
She rested
her cheek to the bare ground. The dirt was cold. The weather was freezing. The
wind was unbearably icy. She had just her shift to keep her warm, but it wasn’t
enough. If she was lucky, she would freeze to death before the wolves got to
her.
As if on
cue, two more howls came over the walls. Although she couldn’t be certain, she
would swear each cry had come from a different throat.
The crowd
shifted, moving aside to allow the commander to come back through. Stopping in
front of the soldiers, the man never glanced at her as he delivered the news. “The
burgomaster is agreeable to letting the witch meet her fate with the wolves.”
Turning to the crowd, the man raised his voice. “The burgomaster has declared
that if the wolves leave the witch be, then she is proven to truly be a vessel
of the devil. But if they set upon her, then she can be declared innocent of
all charges.”
The
proclamation, approved by resounding cheers, almost drowned out another howl
that seemed to come directly outside the front gates. The people surged toward
the big double doors, ahead of the soldiers who picked her up under her arms and
half-dragged, half-carried her to her fate.
Someone
opened one of the doors wide enough for two men to haul her outside. They
dumped her less than a dozen meters away before quickly retreating back inside
the safety of the walls. Peg was aware of more people climbing up to the
parapets to stare down at her, watching and waiting to see what would happen.
Beyond the
barricade, the winds were bitterly cold. The sun had disappeared behind dark
gray clouds, and there was the unmistakable smell that appeared whenever it was
due to snow.
Someone
above her yelled. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she didn’t
need to. A howl came from in front of her, from amid the forest. Closing her
eyes, Peg prayed her end would be swift.
It happened
too quickly for her to react. A pack of wolves descended upon her, surrounding
her, growling, barking, and snapping at her all at once. She steeled herself as
teeth bit down on the ropes. Their fangs scraped her skin but didn’t pierce it
as they chewed on the fibers. The animals continued to prowl around her,
alternating between sniffing her and biting at the ropes.
Without
warning, several chomped on her bindings and began dragging her into the woods.
Peg tried to fight them off, but she knew it was futile.
At the edge
of the tree line, the wolves stopped, and she’d swear other wolves took their
place. One shoved its muzzle against her cheek, and a low voice whispered,
“Scream.”
She gasped.
“What?”
“Scream,
Peg.”
That voice.
She knew immediately who it was.
Taking a
deep breath, she screamed.
The pack
continued to pull her into the cover of the forest. Once they were out of sight
of the town, several animals bent over her to concentrate on the ropes. Within
seconds, she felt the cords give way. Painfully, she managed to get her arms
underneath her as the wolves who’d freed her now crowded around her. It was
then she realized they were sharing their warmth with her, as well as
protecting her. The beast on her left gave her a strange look. “You’re not
afraid of me?”
She
answered with a smile. “No, Alim. I’m grateful, not afraid.”
“Can you
walk?”
“I can
try.”
“Good. If
you find yourself growing tired, we can stop to rest. It’s going take us a
while to reach our den.”
Peg started
to reply, when she heard screaming coming from the direction of the village. The
shrieks were punctuated with growls and barking. She turned to Alim and asked
him an unspoken question. He sighed. “A few soldiers attempted to retrieve your
body and take you back. We took care of them. You do not have to worry about them
coming after you or finding you.”
Wearily,
she leaned against the animal, who nuzzled her cheek with his wet nose.
“You have
nothing to worry about anymore,” he answered. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll keep
you safe.”
“How can I
repay you? How can I thank you?”
“You
already have, Peg,” he told her. “You’ve accepted me as I am.”
As she
stared into his eyes, his face changed, melted, and reformed, until she was
looking at a man’s visage. A man whose emotions lay raw across his countenance.
“Thank
you,” she murmured. She didn’t object when he leaned forward and kissed the
side of her mouth.
“Are you
ready to go?”
She nodded,
wishing he would kiss her on the mouth, but that would come later. She knew it,
and he knew it. They were still strangers who’d bonded through a tiny barred
window in her dungeon cell. But now they had all the time in the world to get
to know each other better.
Alim
returned to his wolf form. Grabbing the back of his ruff, Peg got to her feet
and allowed him to lead her deeper into the woods.
She never
looked back to see what the other wolves had done to protect her. From that
moment on, these creatures were her family, and she knew it was a decision she’d
never regret.
The aliens.
Lieutenant Gretchen Twoey and her squad are quickly
losing hope. Supplies are limited, soldiers are becoming even
more so, but the alien mechanoids are never ending. Despite the
military’s best efforts, nothing is being learned of the
extraterrestrials. The mechs they do manage to kill disintegrate
before they can even be studied. If the tides don’t turn soon,
the world will be defeated.
When Sergeant Leif Stoddard and his men are reassigned
to the 181st with
Gretchen, things seem to finally be going in their favor. They
were set to marry four years ago, but then the first Medusa
struck and they were both called to arms, and it’s been an
uphill battle since. Finally, they can be together…or will the
war tear them apart yet again, once and for all?
The world has a choice—lie low, stay invisible, and hope
the aliens leave, or stage one last battle where the winner
takes all.
Warning! Contains living spaceships, spare uniforms, love letters, dissolving weapons, bladders, black blood, and proof that love doesn't care what you look like because it's the heart that matters.
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by Maureen Bonatch
I’ve joined up with a group of 13 other authors to write a short story to be release on Friday, November 13th. I’d always wanted to write something a little darker, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity. As I reviewed the requirements to connect the story one thing stood out—no paranormal.
Wait? What? I hesitated but then thought, sure, that’s no problem. Well, it was more of a problem initially than I anticipated. As I wrote the story I had to keep chasing out ghosts, and other paranormal elements that were just dying to get into the story. I hadn’t realized how much my mind strayed to a paranormal path on its own.
The story started and stopped and I shifted things around and then got frustrated that a short story—with a goal of 13,000 words—was proving harder to write than a full-length novel. I took some time to reflect on the story and the characters that were waiting to tell their tale. That’s when I realized what I’d known all along. The truth is often stranger than fiction. This year has proven that time and time again, but when you take a look at the news, and the people that fill the pages with bizarre stories that leave us asking ourselves, what would make someone act that way?
Indeed, what would. I’ve always been fascinated with the mind. Many of the movies that frighten me the most are the ones that seem as if they could actually happen because they’re about normal people, acting abnormally evil.
The story began to write itself without any paranormal elements and came out pretty creepy (as I’d hoped) just the same. I discovered I did enjoy writing a little bit on the darker side, but I still loved my paranormal elements.
You can be the judge this fall when Till Death is released along with 12 other author’s murderous mysteries and suspense stories just in time for Friday the 13th—if you dare.
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I wrote my first book at age 13 and never stopped. I write SF/fantasy and paranormal for both teens and adults. My latest novel is Feral.
