Faerie Lights: Glimmer
Genre: Historical Fantasy
Publisher: Sleeping Dragon Press
Date of Publication:
Number of pages: 278 (est)
Word Count: 84,059
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
Historical fantasy set against the backdrop of WW1.
For seventeen years, the convent walls kept Meara Cleary from the secret of her own parentage.The sisters regard her with a cross of disdain and fear. Only among the trees by the gurgling creek does she find acceptance. A bearded stranger claims she’s his niece and promises to take her home. Before he can, a cataclysmic event thrusts her into a war-torn world.
Meara vows to journey to Ireland to find her uncle, unaware of how perilous a journey it will be. Her Druidic father guides her through dreams, explaining her magical heritage. Her dead parent can’t help her with the intricacies of village life, especially when she catches the eye of the very engaged Braeden Douglas.
A whirlwind composed of equal parts menace, romance, and revelation sweep Meara across the continent while gathering allies and enemies with equal speed. Her intent to return to her family turns into a fight to survive her own destiny.
Even though the sisters accepted that their God took male form, they seldom spoke of the male gender at all. This other sex could roam free outside the walls without worrying about falling prey to the temptations of the world.
“Make haste, Mary.” Mother Superior slapped her hands together, which bespoke her irritation.
Meara shook off her initial fear and strode into the room, stopping short past the door. The smiling man’s expression changed as he sent a sharp look at the Mother Superior.
“You told me her name was Meara.”
Her heart leapt. Outside of Sister Gabriella whispering her name when she asked for details about her birth, she’d never ever heard another person say it. Mentally, she called herself Meara in an effort not to lose that slender thread that connected her to her mother.
The woman swung around so fast her black veil fluttered from the motion. Even though she couldn’t see her expression, Meara knew it would be stern enough to cause trembling in the most stalwart of the sisters. The man did not seem intimidated. Strange.
“Meara is a heathen name. Even though her mother chose to name her Meara, I chose the name of Mary to inspire the child who came from a sinful union.”
A low growl emanated from the man’s throat. The other man placed a hand on his shoulder while speaking loud enough for her to hear. “Careful, Simon, don’t be doing something you might regret.”He shook off the man’s hand before addressing Mother Superior. “Meara is my mother’s name, a good Celtic name my sister chose to keep in the family. It means the sea. As for my sister, you slander her good name. She was married to one of your kinsmen, an Englishman.” He spat the last word as if it were poison and needed to be out of his mouth. “Meara, come closer.” He gestured to a nearby chair.
About the Author:
Rayna Noire is an author and a historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original fear of witches led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in magick in some form up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible could happen and often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire taps into this dimension, shapes it into stories about Pagan families who really aren’t that different from most people. They do go on the occasional adventures and magick happens.
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