Ghost(ly) Love
💖Thorny Thursday October 10, 2024🌹
The 80s were a wonderful decade, and love stories were awesome to watch. Nothing proves this more than Ghost. Yeah, I know it was out in 90, but it was made in 89. There is just something about a man staying behind for the woman he loves.
So, here’s to love that defies death.
It’s almost as if the next story was tailor-made for Ghostly Love. “The White Duchess” by
takes place on a plantation named “The White Duchess.” Never a tale of love and woe was told that this:
The loneliness born from unrequited love is an agony so pure it burns your very soul to a blackness akin to the deepest coal. ~
You couldn’t introduce a story any better than she did herself. “The Witches Heart” speaks for itself. It’s also why you should never piss off a witch.
Chapter seven of
’s “A River Trembles” finds Eidothea charged with stealing the Greal for her own purposes.
The latest chapter of Wildhearts and Harvests by
finds Josie on a blind date, trying to find the perfect man, one who loves the farm as much as she does.
“The Keykeepers Heart” is a stand-alone story written by
. In it, a goblin mechanic yearns to return home.
Our Favorite jardinier d'horreur,
summoned up just what the other world ordered. In a little ditty she calls “Cold,” it’s a ghostly kind of love.
In addition to that story, she also recites us a poem:
It wasn’t her beauty that drew him in. Her graceful smile, eyes that glinted golden in the soft light of the moon, skin glowing an ethereal ember, hair like sunlight. None spoke to him, called to him as much as her song.
Her voice angelic, a sound more marvelous than any he had heard before. He came to her, wading into the early morning tide. The further he went, the more she beckoned until they floated face to face and she graced him with a kiss.
It was a kiss like no other. So spellbinding he knew she had him, so powerful that even as he felt himself drowning he could not stop her, could not part his lips from hers.
I do declah that “In the Shadow of the Lilac I” is a season-appropriate romance. It’s set in a creepy pastel mansion with a dusty tower, complete with a moaning spectre and a trusting young thang. Thank you, Miss
.
I’ll have to admit that I’ve never understood why it’s called The Legend of Zelda when the hero is an elven dude named Link, who just happens to love breaking vases. The Brothers Krynn give us a story that should be The Legend of Linkle.
In Chapter 4 of
’s “Pretend to be nice,” Marissa and Sebastion head off to the rehearsal dinner. He meets her dad and is subjected to a brief interrogation. It’s hard to be nice when you are falling for the girl.
Do you remember me telling you that Romance slips into almost every story? Well, it firmly planted its feet in the first chapter of my WIP “Law and Order,” as seen here,
Balgair Moeldr, the former captain of the Black Hills Company, Chain-Maker of Ananke, and the new Reeve of Eola, was hard at work in his office when his scribe pounded on the door.
Why does someone always knock on my door when I’m in the middle of something? “I’ll be through in a few minutes,” he called out as he continued to read the report from one of Parcival’s agents.
When the scribe continued to knock on the door, Balgair sighed softly and slid the report into a black folder before putting the folder into his desk drawer. “What is it, Delilah?”
“Sir,” the brunette offered, pushing the door open and peeking inside. “I have a message from the lookouts on the Northern Wall.”
That caught his attention, and he looked down at the calendar on his desk. “What day is it?”
“Dihaoine, sir.” She affirmed as he watched the slow smile that crossed his lips. It was the look of a man about to rejoin with his other half, or in Balgair’s case, his bannaichian.
A smile shone in his eyes when he looked up from the calendar. “What’s the report from the Northern Wall?”
Why am I so nervous about this? The scribe wondered as she crumpled her skirt between her fingers. “There is a transport approaching in a direct line with the quartermaster's drydock. The lookouts report that it’s flying a craobh na Cruinne banner on the mainmast.” Balgair grinned at the mention of the World Tree. “It’s about time,” he whispered with profound feeling. I’ve missed them more than I thought possible. Balgair closed his eyes and felt the long-dormant bond between himself, Amelia, and Nell reawakened. His mind was flooded with the sensations of bitter berries and sweet lilacs.
“Delilah. Is Heather going to be there when the transport lands?” I know she wants to be there to meet them, and if she isn’t, Amelia and Nell might do something drastic.
The scribe nodded tersely. “I’ve sent Samson to get her. We can take the office buggy and meet her at the quartermaster's.”
The Reeve pushed his chair away from the desk and stood up. After taking a few minutes to stretch, he pulled the navy cloak from where he had draped it over his chair and wrapped it around his shoulders before shrugging it so it fell down his back.
When he was ready, he moved toward the door. “Shall we go then? If we aren’t there when that transport lands, I fear my bannaichean will tear this town apart until they find me.” If they do that, it won’t be pretty.
Delilah cautiously asked as they walked out the door, “Would they tear the town apart to find you?”
Maybe not, Balgair thought. “It’s been about six months since I’ve seen them, so yes, they might tear the town apart.” Has it been six months? Sometimes, it didn’t feel like it, and sometimes, it felt longer.
“In that case, we had better go,” Delilah teased as she climbed into the buggy and waited for Balgair to join her.
While he still wasn’t completely comfortable with carriages, Balgair had to admit that he enjoyed letting someone else drive—in this case, one of the new deputies.
“Ready when you are, sir,” the deputy said as he glanced back over his shoulder at Balgair. Snapping the reins at the Reeve’s nod, he started the horses cantering down the road.
Balgair and Delilah watched as the transport cleared the outer wall and slowly descended. The scribe looked in awe as the ship slowly headed toward the ground. “They are going so slow.”
Balgair nodded. “They have to. They must be dead center on the landing dock, or they’ll snap the keel.” He watched as the transport hovered for a handful of seconds before starting to descend again.
The buggy arrived just as the transport ship slipped into the dock and slowly settled into place. The transport sat there, the only motion being the sailors securing the sails. When the deck was cleared, a plank was set up between the ship and the dock, and two women stepped onto the dock.
Delilah heard a gasp from Balgair and glanced at him, only to see the look of a man who had found water in the desert. She turned her attention back to the two women, closely examining them. One was roughly five and a half feet tall with fiery red hair. She wore a green skirt that barely fell to her knees, which complimented a lighter green blouse. When she leaned over and whispered something to the other woman, Delilah could see the delicate tips of her ears poking out from under her hair. The other woman listened, then began a slow search of the dockyard, searching for something or someone. The second woman was a head taller than the first, topping at just under six feet tall. She was dressed like the first woman, except the white blouse complimented the blue skirt. She looked right at Balgair, and a slow smile crossed her lips. When she dipped her raven locks to the redhead, both eyes fell on Balgair.
Thanks for including The White Duchess!
Thank you for the mention!