Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Author Guest Post by Britt Bury
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Origin of the Fionn
When the earth was still young, gods and goddesses watched from the heavens as man warred, suffered, loved and died. After a brutal battle, only three men remained; united brothers by heart, but not blood.
Upon seeing the fierce warriors fall, three gods swooped to earth to heal them. One whispered in their ears and persuaded their lungs to take breaths. One touched their wounded muscles, coaxing them to mend. The last god pressed his bloodstained finger to the men’s chests, over their heart, and called for magic to make them rise.
And so, the immortal Fionn was born. Three men, harboring three cast of magic.
But a man, even an immortal one, is not without weakness. When the warriors found their fated mates, then they were truly complete. They fought not for their own lives, but for their female’s. In turn, each woman bore the warrior a son. And each son harbored a single Fionnic trait. The house of Campbell, the house of MacAvoy and the house of Thompson watched their sons grow and thrive. With magic in his voice, the Poet son of MacAvoy persuaded their enemies to retreat. With magic in his muscles, the Warrior son of Thompson fought viciously against any foe. And with magic in his blood, the Mystic son of Campbell cast his wrath down on any who betrayed the clan. The Fionn race grew, producing sons and daughters with a single trait. Forever a faction to be respected and feared.
Origin of the Pookah
Since the beginning of time, savage beasts have roamed the earth, hunting man. But one warrior refused to cower. He killed the bear that stalked him, the Razorback that charged him, and the Wolverine that clawed him. Surrounded by his kills, the warrior fell, his skin littered with bites. Admiring his ferocity, a god soared from heaven and bestowed immortality, forever fusing the instinct of the beasts within.
Upon scenting his mate, the Pookah was claimed for eternity. Bound to love and protect the only female that soothed the beast within him. She bore him triplet sons. Each male a fraction of his father’s thrice animalistic instinct. The Razorback, the Wolverine, and the Bear Pookah grew to men, each thriving—struggling—with the beast within. All were strong, yet guided in different ways. The darkness ruled the Razorback. The coaxing pheromones from the Wolverine brought waves of desire and despair. And the internal rage of the bear trapped him within a body he couldn’t control.
It is said, only the mate of a Pookah can tame the wildness within.
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Now that is a yummy cover!!!! :)
I think The Darkest Day sounds like a fantastic story, and that cover is yummy.