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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The Autumn of the Year


Hi everyone,

Today is the first day of Autumn. Here are some Autumn quotes from books I love:

“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” 

“The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.” 

Autumn makes me think of Frank Sinatra’s song — It Was A Very Good Year 


 I wrote a Arthurian Romance, The Celtic Vixen,  about a couple in the Autumn of their years, both over 40. I believe that baby boomer romances or romances with couples over 40 are growing in popularity. I'm glad.

THE CELTIC VIXEN



The fiery, middle-aged widow doesn't need a new husband to protect the villa. Nesta can take care of the villa herself. Instead, she picks up her deceased husband's long sword and joins King Arthur in battling Saxons. There she meets the dark warrior, Ulfin, who, unknown to Nesta, is haunted by the matchmaker ghost of her deceased husband. This ghost has his work cut out for him for Ulfin and Nesta care more about war than love.
Medieval Fantasy Romance
Sequel to The Celtic Fox



Excerpt:
Plaster walls and ceiling were painted in a marigold tone and a fresco depicting the four seasons of summer, spring, fall, and winter decorated the long wall. She entered a bright, opulent chamber, floored in a mosaic design of small circles in hues of coral and teal. Both the walls and ceiling were painted in cerulean blue and held furniture in a mix of Roman and Celtic styles, but all polished wood. Bright Celtic bratts of red, orange, and yellow plaid draped the two high narrow beds.
"The lord's chamber suits a king, I think." Nesta pushed a stray wisp of red hair back from her eyes.
"It is more than fitting Lady Nesta." Arthur walked into the chamber and turned around. "A grand room."
"All is well?" Nesta wanted to please the king, though no doubt a boy of ten and five would be happy on a forest floor as long as good friends and good ale were at his side, but Ulfin who bore the stiffness and rattles of an old warrior would appreciate a soft bed.
"Forsooth. Many thanks, good lady." Ulfin offered a slight bow.
"I will see you both later to sup?" After the two men nodded in agreement, she walked back down the hall, her mind turned with thoughts of Ulfin.
Both her late husband Gwynfael and her brother Tryffin had often spoke of him as a warrior, who always put his duty first. When it came to war there was no man in all of Britannia more deadly than Ulfin. Nesta had met him only on a few occasions, he never went anywhere except for army business. He had served as both Uther's and Ambrosia's champion. Now he served Arthur in the same manner.
Ulfin had shaped the lad into a true soldier, a man, though only ten and five years, who was ready and able to lead all the weathered princes of Britannia against the Saxons.
Nesta always thought of Ulfin as the last of the Roman soldiers, but today she thought of him as a man. How attractive he looked in a simple, rugged way. There were no airs about him. She liked that. Nesta preferred that Ulfin escort her to Silchester than any of the suitors coming to call. Especially the three fools of Britannia: Caddor, Aidan, and Owain.
Caddor the wealthy, bragged on about his Roman heritage though he couldn't speak correctly. Constantly, he used the wrong Latin word for what he wished to say. Then there was Aidan. The most doltish, dim-witted man she'd ever met. But he saw himself as a genius. Taken with any foolish idea he had, though his breakthrough realizations were ones most people understood at five years of age. And at last, Owain. Never was there born a lazier man. Besides, standing and sitting, he didn’t do anything. So lazy, he hardly spoke more than three words at a time, usually to save the trouble of talking, he just grunted.

At last Nesta had a visitor who hadn’t come to woo her or to help her get wooed.



The Celtic Vixen also comes in the box set - Swords and Roses along with The Celitc Fox


Happy Autumn!








2 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

I like the Ray Bradbury one. I've tried reading Jane Austin. For me, it gets bogged down in too many words. I have to confess I like the movies better. :)

Great excerpt!

jean hart stewart said...

Loved the quotes, but then I've always loved Jane Austen..great excerpt. I love the idea of a young Arthur.. thanks for coming..