Poster for The Nightingale book signings this year!

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Book signing this Saturday, May 17th at the Spencer public library from 12-2pm for the 2nd novel in the Jesse Skull series!

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One day at a time.

Haha!

C.N. Faust

Hello my darlings,

This is me, preparing to catch up in The Hollow Living (I am running behind schedule. Why does school always manage to get in the way?) I am attempting to defrag my brain by addressing envelopes to send out bookmarks (anyone who has requested one from me, I am sending them out tomorrow! If you want one but haven’t said anything, it’s not too late!) and listening to The Fratellis on a continuous loop. Sometimes I suppose I don’t know when it is better to just let me brain rest. Part of me thinks that if I can just manage at least a couple thousand words each night, I should be in tip-top shape. But like I said … I am behind schedule.

My print books have been a hit thus far (I have 9 copies to put in the mail at some point. There are 8…

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One day at a time.

Haha!

C.N. Faust

Hello my darlings,

This is me, preparing to catch up in The Hollow Living (I am running behind schedule. Why does school always manage to get in the way?) I am attempting to defrag my brain by addressing envelopes to send out bookmarks (anyone who has requested one from me, I am sending them out tomorrow! If you want one but haven’t said anything, it’s not too late!) and listening to The Fratellis on a continuous loop. Sometimes I suppose I don’t know when it is better to just let me brain rest. Part of me thinks that if I can just manage at least a couple thousand words each night, I should be in tip-top shape. But like I said … I am behind schedule.

My print books have been a hit thus far (I have 9 copies to put in the mail at some point. There are 8…

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Jesse and Gale’s Wedding Vows from Jesse Skull series book 2, The Nightingale, coming Oct. 1!

            Gale’s hand squeezed my arm as we walked down the aisle made of bodies. When we climbed the platform we stopped and knelt before Malikai. We’d done a practice session this morning, but the room had been filled mostly by close family. This was a lot more intimidating.

As we stilled, Malikai addressed the audience. “My Pirate Lords, my nobles, and my Captains, you have come here to witness the partnering of a Blue Court Lord to his Dona.” He looked to me and said, “Speak your name and title.”

“I am Captain Jesse Skull, acting God of Death and Captain of The Black Whisperer.”

“Death God, will you have this woman as your Paramour?” As Malikai spoke, he took a sword off the table behind him and held it out with both hands. It was a beautiful, handmade, ceremonial scimitar with etchings in the blade and a jewel incrusted handle. “Will you take her comfort, protection, and honor in your hands?”

“Aye,” I said formally, and reached out to place my hand over the wide blade.

“No matter what war battalion might break your horizon. Or who might ever board your ship and endeavor to remove her from your side?” The Sea God asked.

I fought not to look at Dévon. “Aye,” I said with fervor.

Malikai turned his attention to Gale and asked, “What are you called? Speak so that everyone here shall know your name.”

Gale cleared her throat nervously. “I am Davina, the Nightingale of Cross Harbor and soon to be Para.”

“Do you Davina, Nightingale of Cross harbor, accept the oath sworn before you and these witnesses by the God of Death?”

“Aye,” She said as she reached out to place her palm on the sword’s hilt.

“Death God, Nightingale, before these witnesses you are entering the partnering of Gallant and Paramour. This is the beginning of the final step in the sealing of your lives together. Will you still kneel before this sword and swear your lives?”

“Aye,” We both spoke at once. Malikai nodded and removed the sword from our hands, taking it back to the table where he picked up something else.

“Stand,” He said as he turned with a small ring in his huge palm. We stood, and I looked at the ring that oddly enough, Malikai had given to us. He’d brought it out during the rehearsal this morning, making it clear that the ring was an option if Gale wanted it. Since rings weren’t always a part of our ceremonies I hadn’t thought about it and Gale hadn’t asked. That turned out fine though, because the ring Malikai brought to us was as awesome as it was unique. It had an impressively sized moonstone set in a shining platinum ring that was surrounded by stunning diamonds. It looked like half a crystal ball strapped to a silver band that glittered around starlight.

Malikai held it up. “This band is an emblem of partnership and unbroken loyalty between the two of you, so that you may be able to trust and depend on each other, always.”

He handed the ring to me and I turned to Gale. “I give you this ring as a symbol of honor and protection. This band is my promise to slaughter anyone who tries to come between us.” I took Gale’s hand and slid the ring onto her finger.
Gale answered my pledge. “I wear this band as a token of your devotion and protection. It will remind me of your promise to stop anyone who tries to come between us.” I smiled at her toned down version of my oath. The ceremonial sword was handed down from Malikai to Gale as she continued. “I give you this sword as a token of favor and protection. This blade is my promise to stand at your side and conceal the location of the bodies.”
I grinned because I couldn’t help it, but took the sword from her small hands by the hilt and then laid the blade across my other palm. “I keep this sword as a mark of your favor and protection. It will remind me of your promise to always keep our secrets.”

I handed the sword to Malikai as I stepped back and let my robe fall from my shoulders to flitter onto the floor. I knelt before the Sea God with my palm resting on my bent knee.

Malikai spoke as he raised the sword’s point to my chest. “Now I shall seal the oaths you’ve sworn into your skin, blood, and body.” He pushed the tip of the sword into my chest. The pain was sharp and instant, but I held still while Malikai carved the Paramour’s mark into my chest. I gripped my knees, feeling my shoulders bulge as I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making noise. When he was done, the symbol looked somewhat close to an Egyptian hieroglyph. It would leave a scar on my body more intimate than any legal document.

As Malikai finished, Emilio stepped up and brought a clean white sheet of fabric over from the table. My father carefully pressed the white cloth against the bleeding wound so that the symbol would be forever imprinted on it. Pulling that away he grabbed a towel and a small, clear, container I knew was filled with salt. We healed faster than our ancestors, especially if we were around a lot of water, and the salt would make sure it scarred. Emilio smeared the grating mineral over the wound and I grimaced as it stung. My eyes watered as the muscles on my chest involuntarily twitched with the pain. Gale made a soft, sympathetic noise next to me. Once my father was satisfied and I was starting to see little lights, he covered the cut with bandages.

I stood on legs that wanted to shake, snatching my robe and pulling it on as I straightened. Malikai gave me the sword and the cloth. I turned and presented the blood stained fabric to Gale, who took it gingerly in her hands. Together with the cloth in her grasp and the sword in mine, we turned to the audience.

Malikai, who stood behind us said, “I am honored to present to you the Lord and Lady of Death, Lord and Lady Skull. Draw your swords!” Everyone around us pulled their blades, and everyone lower ranked than me knelt. The only ones standing in the room were Malikai, Ava, and Emilio.