Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kelley-Heckart/e/B002BMOQ3C
About Me
- Kelley Heckart
- Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, January 30, 2017
Monday Musings: Arizona backyard wildlife photos
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
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 (Euangelion) dia
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.
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, January 23, 2017
Monday Musings: Arizona cloud formation and jet stream photos
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kelley-Heckart/e/B002BMOQ3C
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Weird Word Wednesday
Diapason
noun di·a·pa·son
- 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) : range, scope diapason
of her responses — Mindy Aloff>- 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.
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Monday Musings: Arizona sunset photos
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic & romance.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kelley-Heckart/e/B002BMOQ3C
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
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.
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
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
Author website: http://www.kelleyheckart.com
Genre: Greek myths/fantasy/paranormal/shapeshifters/romance
Release date: 1/6/17
Page Count: 180
ISBN- 13:978-1541140615
ISBN- 10:1541140613
ASIN: B01N1ZBAF1
Kindle Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/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…
****
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.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kelley-Heckart/e/B002BMOQ3C
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, January 04, 2017
Weird Word Wednesday
Diaeresis
noun di·aer·e·sis
Definition of diaeresis
plural
diaereses
\-ˌsēz\
- 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: 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.
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, January 02, 2017
Monday Musings: Arizona Sunset Photos
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth, magic
& romance.
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
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