This week on Streets Ahead ~ Wisp by Adele Marie Park

This week on Streets Ahead we’re promoting Adele Park’s fantasy novel ‘Wisp:

Edra; a world where magic flourishes and where dark secrets are concealed by those who rule. Secrets which can get the innocent killed without a thought.

When the body of an elf is discovered in a treacherous area of the city, Wisp a young Law Enforcer is assigned the case. He soon realises the case is far from simple. As soon as he finds one thread another one leads him to unravel a tapestry woven from lies, secrets, corruption and evil. When friendship turns to love, Wisp`s life, as he knew it will completely change.

What started out as a murder case ends in a grisly battle which Wisp and his companions seem to have no chance of winning.

 

A wonderful Review on Amazon

Meet Wisp, a law enforcer in the land of Edra, where magic is encouraged to flourish and is often needed for sheer survival. A mages council rules Edra compared to the neighboring area of Finah, who prefers humans to control their resources. After a bloody civil war, many years ago, the two lands exist beside each other in a fragile peace.

Wisp is a marsh fairy (YES! Can you believe it?) with raven hair and pointy ears pierced with silver earrings. Marsh fairies are rare and possess special powers. Wisp keeps his real identity under wraps, known only to his superiors. Abandoned as a child, the “Senior” Law enforcement officer raised him ensuring his survival.

In a desolate area filled with putrefying rubbish, Wisp comes across the body of a High Elf, a member of the Thorns, who was a high-ranking council member found murdered in the circle. The elf’s throat had been brutally cut. Wisp sets out to solve the murder not realizing he is to play an integral part in solving the mystery.

Wisp meets Finn Redhaven, the lover of the murdered elf, Sammiel Thorn, and feels an immediate attraction to him. Wisp and Finn fall in love and discover a wealth of magical abilities enabled by their relationship. And, they are going to need all the help they can get to battle the evil that has descended on Edra.

As fantasy novels go, Wisp stands out to me in its originality and political intrigue. Ms. Park creates a world where love is considered to be one of the greatest powers of all. I enjoyed that the two main characters were male and embraced their love and desire for each other, which was a refreshing approach to solving a mystery in a magical land. The reader discovers along with Wisp the extent of his abilities which I anticipate will increase over time.

I’ve added Wisp to my list of favorite fantasy novels. I loved the story and the characters. The ending is a cliffhanger, and I can’t wait for the next volume to find out what happens to Wisp and Finn. Hopefully, Ms. Park won’t keep us in suspense for long.

( I could have sworn I had read this amazing story, something I shall put right forthwith!)

 

Circle… #Poetry

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Image by Erik Stein from Pixabay

Circle

I released the ring from its restraint

Now the power can relate

To needs that must be met

The genie’s mine by fate decreed

I wear the ring like wand in hand

Ply my power on shifting sands

Time renewed by written word

To wake the ancient magi

From their sleep

To bring old legends back to life

Fairy tales old and new

Written secrets on angels’ wings

That tell you what to do

And do it well

To cast a spell for good or ill

Remember this, ill returns to sender

A threefold bite that hurts…

©anitadawes

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 147, #Poet’sChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets choose your own words.

It’s my favorite month of the year! HAPPY OCTOBER!

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting their blogs and leaving comments. Sharing each other’s work on social media is always nice too.

This challenge is for Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Freestyle rhyming poetry is not part of this challenge. Thank you!

LcdjR55xi.pngThis is our choice of words this week in an #etheree poem…

 

MAGIC & LOVE

Stand

Beneath

The north star

Feel the magic

Calling for more time

Bring back yesterday’s glow

The one who made life worthwhile

When love is kissed the morning sun

Hear music carried by the sea breeze

Stay, feel the rhythm of the universe…

©anitadawes

Old Magic… #Poetry

 

 

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The Chalice Well, Glastonbury

 

Old Magic

Does Merlin wait close by the great tower of Avalon

Where Arthur sleeps waiting to be called

To save us all from holy hell.

Healing waters close by, where many go in search of blessings

Does the holy cup lie beneath the Chalice Well?

Will the truth of these long-loved stories ever be known?

Fantasy, legend, who can tell?

Stand on the broken castle wall of Tintagel

Feel the old man of the woods, his power dancing in the breeze.

A touch from centuries gone.

You may walk home feeling two or three inches taller.

That’s the magic of a long-loved story

Medicine for the soul…

©Anita Dawes

Nonbeliever… #Poetry

 

 

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Nonbeliever

I don’t believe in heaven nor hell

I float in between the space

where nonbelievers think they know all

when I speak of it, I am shot down in flames

friends turn on me as if I spat on Excalibur

defiled Arthur’s memory.

Merlin waiting in the wings

To lay a spell on this heretic

I wish it were true that someone could help me

Believe in more than nothing

More than you live, you die

In between, you make your own heaven and hell

If miracles be true, then I am in need of one

If asked can the future be glimpsed

I would say no, until now

Accompanying a friend to church

Yes, I don’t mind stepping inside

I watched as she lit a candle

The flame danced with a life of its own

I felt a strange chill blow through the aisle

With the door closed there should be little air here

I noticed the flame turn from orange to blue

It grew to twice the size

Within the blue halo, I could see the face of a woman

A voice beside me whispered

She is to be your wife

I shook my head, thinking I had too many coffees

Leaving the church, thinking no more of it

My friend suggested lunch

I was hungry enough to eat a horse

Here my friend met a colleague

The face within the flame stood before me

As if she had stepped out of the church of Avalon

Where we had been moments ago…

Anita Signature

Smoke and Mirrors… #Poetry

 

 

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We are characters in a new hard cover

We see you as voyeurs, spying on our lives

Skipping paragraphs, eager to get to the pages

You have been told about.

You will be sorry when the story makes no sense

Asking yourself, what did the author mean by that

Did you enjoy the bedroom scene you hurried to?

Was it all you expected?

Will you be putting any of it into practice?

Will your partner wonder what came over you?

It is time for us to escape

We have found a way out of these inked out pages

Good and bad as you can see

We are not talking smoke and mirrors

We are more than imaginary illusion

There is a world out there we want to join.

We will leave a little dust between the hard cover

Find our way into the wind, into the eyes of passers-by

There will be certain changes now we live outside the pages

The story will take on new meaning, as we live life our way

New stories will be written, but a warning should be given

Characters may rebel…

Anita Signature

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 410

 

 

Here

Are words

On gold rope

Dark air spoken

One vein, voice flapping

Create the written text

To be read by hands turning

Light one candle, burn till midnight

Match your breath to each emotion read

Take time, understand the message left for you…

Anita Signature

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Tales of Old… #Poetry

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Old fairy tales haunt the air

They wait for memory to bring them back

What evil do we breathe?

Dark woods that call you there

To feed from life, retell their stories

Of magic swords and healing cups

Treasures buried in hidden caves

Where dragons sleep, do not disturb

How do you feel when the winds blow cold?

Is it the ice queen breathing down your back?

Do you hear wolves late at night?

Do you have a cloak of red?

Can you see the house of sugar?

Did you leave crumbs to find your way out?

Did you find Aladdin’s Lamp, rub it clean

Hear the genie scream, what is your wish?

Careful now, lest darkness calls on a witches broom

She’s flying by, your desire she heard

Mischief comes in strange disguise

No needles in this kingdom found

Save one, now they sleep for years to come

Prick not your finger, lest your life be undone

A golden plait hangs from on high

A maiden rescued from tower walls

Who can tell what thoughts are memories

Carried by the wind, imparting old life to live within…

AAAAA

Tales of Old… #Poetry

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Old fairy tales haunt the air

They wait for memory to bring them back

What evil do we breathe?

Dark woods that call you there

To feed from life, retell their stories

Of magic swords and healing cups

Treasures buried in hidden caves

Where dragons sleep, do not disturb

How do you feel when the winds blow cold?

Is it the ice queen breathing down your back?

Do you hear wolves late at night?

Do you have a cloak of red?

Can you see the house of sugar?

Did you leave crumbs to find your way out?

Did you find Aladdin’s Lamp, rub it clean

Hear the genie scream, what is your wish?

Careful now, lest darkness calls on a witches broom

She’s flying by, your desire she heard

Mischief comes in strange disguise

No needles in this kingdom found

Save one, now they sleep for years to come

Prick not your finger, lest your life be undone

A golden plait hangs from on high

A maiden rescued from tower walls

Who can tell what thoughts are memories

Carried by the wind, imparting old life to live within…

AAAAA