Dead of Winter: Journey 14 ~ The Veil ~ #Teen & Young Adult Ghost Stories eBooks @teagangeneviene

Book Description

From the very beginning, a prophecy from a creepy voice threaded throughout this story. “Winter is coming!” it warned. As the Journeys progressed, we became aware of additional related prophesies like one of the “lost white brother” and “the frozen sands.” Both of those are touched on in this concluding novella.
Other threads from the previous thirteen Journeys also come together in this volume, which concludes Dead of Winter.
.As many readers said they don’t want these Journeys to end, in the final chapter, I added hints about potential future adventures for many of the characters. These are food for the imagination of readers, so that the story can continue in the mind.
.This has been as much of a “journey” for me as it was for Emlyn. I’ve seen truths about myself along the way. Perhaps the same applies to you.
.“Who can say? What is true for us? That with which we are born? Or that which is the manifestation of our heart and soul? I like who and what I am, as well as the way I see the world I see around me, when I am a dragon.”
.Thank you for being an important part of the Journeys of Dead of Winter.
Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

Out Thoughts for Dead of Winter 14

The penultimate episode set even more questions.

So many problems to be resolved

So much truth to be discovered

The final episode has been a long time coming…


As this episode begins, the land seems to be holding its breath.

Mist travels down the mountain and through the trees, reinforcing the belief that the forest is haunted.

When the veil separating the Realms of the Living and the Dead from the Realm of the Dead was broken, life had become unbearable. Something had to be done, but who was strong enough to defeat Arawn, the King of Hell?

Warriors are preparing themselves, and in the calm, before the storm Emlyn is visited by her late mother, Eriu, who explains what happened all those years ago, and why she must help Boabhan and rescue her from Arawn.

My favourite part of this series was the developing story of Emlyn and Lucetius, although I was left wanting more. Maybe another story?

The author has excelled with this series. Every scene is worthy of the silver screen. Heartbreaking moments and devastating losses come thick and fast as one by one the obstacles are met and then defeated, leaving just the veil to be rebuilt.

Can Emlyn, a twelve-year-old child succeed where all else has failed?


An amazing epitaph for the series. Vividly dramatic, remarkably tense, an amazing, well-written story…

Teagan Riordain Geneviene

Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene is the acclaimed author of the epic high fantasy series, “Dead of Winter.”

Teagan lives in a “high desert” town in the Southwest of the USA. She had always devoured fantasy novels of every type. Then one day there was no new book readily at hand for reading — so she decided to write one. And she hasn’t stopped writing since.

Her work is coloured by her experiences from living in the southern states and the desert southwest. Teagan most often writes in the fantasy genre, but she also writes cosy mysteries. Whether it’s a 1920s mystery, a steampunk adventure, or urban fantasy, her stories have a strong element of whimsy. That element is also present in “Dead of Winter” but the whimsy is presented in a serious way.

Founder of the Three Things method of storytelling, her blog “Teagan’s Books” contains serial stories spontaneously written according to “things” from viewers. Some of those serials have been rewritten into books, like “Hullaba Lulu,” “Brother Love, a Crossroad,” and the series “Pip’s Three Things.”

Major influences include Roger Zelazny, Agatha Christie, Terry Brooks, David Eddings, Robert Jordan, and Charlaine Harris.

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Standing Time… Acrostic Poetry…

Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay
Standing Time

Trains stations, cold lonely places
Rushing through new fields
Is there time to stop and stare?
Greeted by fresh winds waiting
Onward the journey continues
Never looking back
Over my shoulder I leave the past behind
Making no plans this time
Everything must come as it will
Tarry not for yesterday, today has its own troubles
Remember to take slow strides this
Yesterday will not catch up with you…


PS: I’m not quite ready to change chairs today, but Anita has been busy!


Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Journey ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Journey – Sept. 2, 2021

I had been walking for two hours
The road ahead looked long
My feet had moved a lot of roads behind me
I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere
The road kept stretching,
like soft coloured bubble gum
faces were beginning to form
hands held out towards me
begging, pleading for help
I didn’t dare look behind me
Thinking of Lot, being turned into a pillar of salt
I could hear one voice above the whispers
The fallen souls, the unwanted
They cannot be allowed to reincarnate
The likes of Hitler and many more
If the world stands any chance of surviving
Do not feel sorry for them
They will become part of the road soon enough
Not everyone can see what you have
If you decide to write about your journey
As your mind is telling me
No one will believe you
So, remember to call it fiction…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Writephoto ~ Journey #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto


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Other Footsteps

I manage to get caught

in a sudden downpour

Sheltering under a tree,

I noticed the silhouette of a man

His feet seemed rooted to the hill,

as if some strange force

had stopped him mid journey.

The shape of this figure seemed

to me to be bent forward

As if trying to continue on his way.

I felt the urgency in this lonely image

Where was he going, what was he looking for?

Why did I feel connected to his sadness?

Would I find out if I continued my own journey

The way he is facing

Would I find the answer he could not?

I walked on hoping time would tell his secret longing…


Anita’s Journey to the Planets ~ Saturn

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Saturn is said to be the Titan, the old God, and father of Jupiter who took over as the King of the Gods, leaving his son, the Bringer of Old Age, almost forgotten.

Maybe it was just time for a new King.

Many old Kings work from behind, unseen. Pushing the new King onward.

Saturn lives within its wondrous rings of ice and rocks. From a distance, they look so much like diamonds in the night sky. A wonderfully jewelled ring, much too large for my finger.

I wish I could take a small piece of Saturn’s rock with me on my journey, to put on my mantelpiece, a constant reminder of this wonderful Universe.

Time for me to move on, but I can hardly bear to look back at Saturn and its moons. To leave such wonder breaks my heart, but it is time to meet Uranus…

Join me tomorrow on my journey to Uranus, the magician?