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I spend most of my time daydreaming and creating otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic, and romance. All of my heroes have long hair, and my heroines are strong-willed. Prior to being a writer, I played bass guitar in an all-girl hard rock/metal band in southern California. When I'm not writing, editing, or reading, I enjoy practicing target archery.
 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Monday Musings: Arizona backyard wildlife photos





Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Weird Word Wednesday

Diatessaron
noun  di·a·tes·sa·ron 
a harmony of the four Gospels edited and arranged into a single connected narrative
Greek (Euangeliondia tessarōn, literally, Gospel out of four, from dia through, out of + tessarōn, genitive of tessares four — more at dia-four


First Known Use: 1803

Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Monday Musings: Arizona cloud formation and jet stream photos






Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Weird Word Wednesday

Diapason
noun  di·a·pa·son
  1. a :  a burst of sound <diapasons of laughter>
b :  the principal foundation stop in the organ extending through the complete range of the instrumentc (1) :  the entire compass of musical tones (2) :  rangescope diapason
 of her responses — Mindy Aloff>
  1. a :  tuning fork
   b :  a standard of pitch

Middle English, from Latin, from Greek (hē) dia pasōn (chordōn symphōnia), literally, the concord through all the notes, from dia through + pasōn, genitive feminine plural of pas all — more at dia-pan-


First Known Use: circa 1501

Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Monday Musings: Arizona sunset photos









Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Weird Word Wednesday

Diakinesis
noun  dia·ki·ne·sis
:  the final stage of the meiotic prophase marked by contraction of the bivalents
New Latin


First Known Use: circa 1902

Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.

Monday, January 09, 2017

Monday Musings: New Release by Kelley Heckart--The Crow Maiden (Greek myths, shapeshifters, romance)

New book release! The Crow Maiden, Greek myths/fantasy/shapeshifters/romance
In Print and Kindle on amazon.com



Book Title: The Crow Maiden
Author: Kelley Heckart
Genre: Greek myths/fantasy/paranormal/shapeshifters/romance
Release date: 1/6/17
Page Count: 180
ISBN- 13:978-1541140615
ISBN- 10:1541140613
ASIN:  B01N1ZBAF1

Trade Paperback Buy Link on amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1541140613/

Blurb

The Crow Maiden
Book 3: The Arcadia Series
(The Crow Maiden is a standalone story in the Arcadia Series)

She betrayed her goddess for him…
He betrayed her.
Plotting her revenge is her only solace. Until now.

Nahla is the Crow Maiden, an Arcadian, and once a priestess of Artemis. Now she is a captive, a being who lives in the shadows until her vile master the sorcerer-king Aramon summons her. Another releases her from the Shadowlands, and while he might be the champion she has waited for, the gods must be playing a cruel joke. Her champion is crippled.

An Achaean lord who once ruled a great city, Balin is a broken man. He has lost everything—his kingdom and his family. Revenge consumes him. Although wary of the mysterious, cold-eyed female who appears and claims he summoned her, she may be his only hope to exact vengeance on the king who ruined him, the same man Nahla seeks to destroy.

They are bound by revenge, and soon, both learn they are bound by much more, but the secrets she hides might tear them apart and ruin their only opportunity for vengeance—and their chance to love again.

“Ms. Heckart draws the reader into the pages and enchants them with her words.”
Karen McGill, Coffee Time Romance

Excerpt (PG):
Summoned from the Shadowlands, Nahla landed in a place of encircling darkness. Rays of light too weak to pierce the black shield glowed in the distance. Cold, damp air embraced her, penetrating her clothing and draping her body like a heavy winter cloak.
Footsteps echoed all around. She struggled to come to her senses, fighting disorientation. Seized by a wave of dizziness, she steadied herself on the hard, rough ground beneath her feet. The footsteps grew louder. They approached from the direction of the faint light.
He was coming.
She staggered backward and banged into a hard wall. Her arms extended, she moved to her right. Cold rock scraped her knuckles. She lunged left and grimaced as another firm, unforgiving surface stopped her other hand. Bound there by more than the walls, she waited in the stygian blackness.
Brandishing a torch, her summoner appeared and came toward her at a forceful pace. The fire blinded her, and she barely saw the glint of metal flashing in front of her.
Before she could evade the thrusting weapon, a cold, heavy blade touched her neck. The unfamiliar feel of a sharp blade against her skin made her freeze out of instinct, not because she was afraid of death. Nahla had already died once.
She waited for the weapon to slice through her flesh. A foreboding prickle raised the fine hairs of her nape. Something was different about this summoning. Her master would never kill her. He would never be that kind to her and set her free.
The one who wielded the blade dropped the torch in order to hold the weapon with both hands. The flaming light burned low and sputtered behind him or her, though she sensed whoever had brought her here was male by his leather, un-flowery scent and by the strength he possessed holding the heavy, brutal blade. Shadows concealing her summoner remained, and his deep, ragged breaths spoke of anger and despair.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“You summoned me.” She remained guarded, the cold metal still caressing her neck, but excitement fluttered in her stomach at the significance of this unusual summoning.
The silence was palpable, broken only by his now heavy and uneasy breathing. After a few moments, he growled, “If that is so, then you are not what I asked for.”
Desperation, frustration, and anguish filled his voice. She was in the true place. All she knew was death and misery and sorrow.
“I came because I was summoned.”
“Just go away.” He removed the blade from her neck, picked up the fallen, smoking torch, and retreated through the low, narrow opening toward the beckoning glimmers of light from a far away chamber.
She followed him and stepped forward toward the opening. Another dim chamber filled with dust and cobwebs greeted her. Glancing back at the black, unpleasantly cold space she’d landed in, she suppressed a shudder and then ducked into the other brighter, small chamber. Piles of dusty blankets, a war shield, and dull-looking bronze plate armor filled one corner. Nothing about the solemn room looked familiar to her. She walked past uneven rock walls like the ones found in caves. An earthy scent like that of dark, damp places permeated the air. Caves were for creatures like her that roamed in the shadows, the unseen realm between life and death, the place she called the Land of Sorrows, not for humans that had no need of darkness.
This summoning wasn’t true. Only one man could call her forth from the Shadowlands. Was she finally free of her tormentor? No, the bond to her master remained, lingering like a loose tether, but she also sensed she couldn’t travel too far from this stranger. Did this unusual event have anything to do with her constant yearning for the life that had been stolen from her? She could reclaim all she’d lost if she found a champion to kill her creator and master. It had seemed impossible.
Until now…

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Multi-published author Kelley Heckart lives in Arizona with her musician husband, dog and a number of backyard “pets.” Her stories reflect her passion for ancient and medieval time periods, storytelling and the supernatural. Inspired by the ancient Celts, her tales are filled with fierce warriors, bold women, otherworldly creatures, magic, and romance. When not writing, she works as a freelance editor and practices target archery. She can be found online at http://www.kelleyheckart.com/

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Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.




Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Weird Word Wednesday

Diaeresis
noun  di·aer·e·sis
Definition of diaeresis
plural 
diaereses
\-ˌsēz\
  1. 1:  a mark ¨ placed over a vowel to indicate that the vowel is pronounced in a separate syllable (as in naïve or Brontë) — compare umlaut
  2. 2:  the break in a verse caused by the coincidence of the end of a foot with the end of a word
Late Latin diaeresis, from Greek diairesis,literally, division, from diairein to divide, from dia- + hairein to take

First Known Use: circa 1611

Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.

Monday, January 02, 2017

Monday Musings: Arizona Sunset Photos





Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.