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Eyrie Iolair: Prodigal Sons short read miniseries is now LIVE on Amazon. FREE with Kindle Unlimited! Montane MacGuire was a typical college student chasing his master’s degree in 2016 until he met Rory Highwell at the beginning of the spring semester. The eagle man is convinced that Monty is the foretold leader of the kings of a fabled kingdom from atop a mountain, and he has the evidence to back up his claims. When Monty has an accident while on a mission trip to Guatemala the truth of who he is and how he has lived most of his adult life comes to light. If he is going to help his friends and take his rightful place as the Lord of the Skies, his life will have to change drastically. Struggling to understand the prophecy surrounding him, protect his sister, save his friends, and claim his mate leads him on a series of adventures that almost puts him at odds with a far more powerful magic force affecting the dream until his life axiom of ‘Don’t Tell Mom’ finally saves the day for him and everyone he protects. (Sorry, I just had to plug my latest publication.
As many of you know my ability to remain in the dream full time is rapidly coming to an end. Financially, it is a bit impossible to maintain my current level of immersion. My authorwalk has taken many twisting turns, and this is yet one more. But I made the decision to attempt to publish as many of my doc files finished stories as I can before the dream must become my part time escape once again. Having made that decision. it is important to inform my readers of how I intend to speed the process. Short reads! They are far easier to produce than full length novels. The stories are already written. So why not? My shorter stories like the duet book Still Waters were what gave me the idea. They were just hanging out in my docs files collecting the electronic dust and pestering the novels so I decided to put them to work by publishing them.
Benefits to publishing Short Reads
Short reads do not need all the extra details that I feel must be included in a novel.
1)No table of contents required when the title was not going to have more than 6 or 7 scenes at the most.
Some might have only one or two long chapters, but with fewer pages this seems silly.
2)Easier to use online grammar tools to obtain a smoother reading experience.
Grammarly is awesome, but past a few chapters it gets clunky and slows down dramatically.
3)No need to craft pagination and footers. Each title is only about 50 pages long.
This is really only necessary for paperback books as ebooks lack this feature, but paperbacks give ebooks legitimacy. So crafting it just got easier.
4)No need for a title page when a short intro will suffice.
No one expects a title page with a short story unless it is a collection of stories.
5)Readers get straight to the story.
Full length novels have a certain appeal to them like no other style of writing, but if you want to be able to publish prolifically, then short reads are better.
6)When the work has been out for a while, it won't be hard to combine as a single volume and market as such. The hard part like formatting and editing will have already been completed. (So the novel readers won't be disillusioned or disappointed.)
7) There is less competition in short read categories than in other categories, so authors have a better chance of getting their work noticed.
8) The audience is different for short reads than for other works, so an author has more opportunity to market and promote their book to a wider readership by publishing that way first.
9) Writing a short read series also aids in deleting the 'lull spots'. All stories have parts that are not as interesting no matter how important. Each part of a short read series would have at least one 'impact scene' aiding the reader in maintaining their interest in the story. (In short, writing short makes an author a better one!)
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Sneak Peak at Eyrie Iolair: Sky Dreams
The three of them arrived at the house in the Waco suburbs just before midnight. Risk had made it clear that there were hostages that needed to be handled with kid gloves. Nimravus was a word that had made them all agitated. The Druid kings of Leinster had dealt with the darkness by bringing the ‘little demons’ into existence. Little demons actually desired the dark appetites of their kings. The Druids in Connacht were worse. They had turned women as Caladrius and kept them as enslaved concubines that traded the darkness in their kings for a light that negated some of the negative effects of Netherworld magic on the man born touching it in the Leaindeail.Perhaps the twisted fools of Ulster had to be the worst. They twisted the soul of a woman together with a wildcat to create a werecat sex slave. The Nimravus. The Druid kings then tethered the women to them and leached the shadow magic from them to grant themselves immortality. Nimravus lacked the ability to turn other werecats as they were a strange hybrid of a human and a cat. But leaching their shadows damaged the minds of the women making them little more than vegetable grotesques. After being used by the kings for a period of years, they tended to fade leaving the Druid in need of a replacement. Arne had been unlucky enough to meet one once and had then studied the magic carefully. Had the Druids not siphoned the shadows from the werecat, she could have survived so long as she remained tethered to her magical host. Rune had wondered if the host had been immortal or held light magic if that would have balanced the shadows for the werecat and stabilized them considering that light magic tended to be attracted to dark magic, but the question had never been decided. Jerrick led the three-man team into the house shaking off his thoughts on werecats. They just needed to aid whoever they might find if it was possible. They moved through the first floor of a very neat well-kept house. Nothing looked out of place. There were no weapons, magical paraphernalia, or other clues to the possibility of sex slavery. Anyone visiting would never know. Rune was the one who located the basement door. It was locked. They looked for a key, but not finding it, Arne simply let the grey flames melt the catch away. When the door opened, the three walked down a set of stairs that emerged into a dark hallway. There were four doors. The first one was open and empty. It was set up as a bedroom with an ensuite. It looked rather ordinary until Rune opened the chest. Inside instead of clothing, they found sex toys. The chest held a sadist’s wet dream of flails, whips, floggers, etc… Jerrick looked at the other dragons. “He was torturing them?” “Or turning them?” Rune asked from the bathroom. He carried a travel pet carrier out of the room. It held a very angry wildcat. “You best set it free outside,” Arne suggested. Rune carried the animal up the stairs and returned after a couple of minutes while he and Arne continued their investigation into the room. The cat was freed. Jerrick felt relieved. At least that one had not been mutilated. They found a book they had not wanted to find in the bedside table. Deanamh Nimravus, The Making of Nimravus, was the title of the slim handwritten text carefully embossed in the leather cover. Inside the pages had been carefully transcribed from the demon tongue into English. The process for how to change a woman into a werecat was explicitly detailed and included drawings. The dragons had seen one before. They had read and studied a similar volume centuries ago. It was not good. “He was going to make the princess into a sex slave and likely sell her like a prized possession.” Arne hissed the words. Before they could continue their expedition into the basement, the front door opened. The three of them stilled. Footsteps were heard above indicating that several people were entering the home. Rune turned out the lights and unscrewed the bulb to give them an advantage. They waited. Whoever these people were, they were trespassing into Iolair. It had been centuries since the three of them had served as true dragon knights of the realm, but they were once more oath sworn to a Ri ruirech. The house they were in, belonged to that king. These men would be turned as dragonsworn servants for a year for their crimes. Then they heard the words. “Max left it open just as he said. Have you made your choice?” It was a man’s voice. “The blonde. She will do.” Another voice answered. “I prefer the brunette with green eyes. I always liked green-eyed whores. They just look like mischief. It makes me want to punish her more.” Another voice was speaking. “Personally, I don’t care. The shadows are all that I really want. The rest is just a bonus.” Another man noted. The footsteps above were moving through the house toward the basement. Four men had entered the house. The dragons waited until they started down the stairs. “Why is it so damn dark?” The fourth man’s voice. “The bulb must have burned out in the hall. I will lead you to the rooms and then fix it,” the first man answered. The whole group passed the empty room that the dragons had stopped in. Jerrick gave the signal. Arne and Rune took the men unaware. Jerrick bit them all one by one. A year was not enough. They would serve for eternity for attempting to sell and purchase sex slaves on Iolair soil. It took only a few minutes. Rune switched the lights back on, and the three of them set to work mutilating the offensive parties, erasing their names, and turning them complete with oaths and the mark of the slave of the House of Iolair. It felt good to be a dragon. Rune texted Dustin about the additional dragonsworn as Jerrick finished with the last man. Five new servants in one night was a bit of a record. The Eyrie would put them to work soon enough. They left the four kneeling naked on the floor waiting for orders with the lights on. The dark would see them going into the night as nothing more than dust in the wind. Light dragons turned men as servants without magic, but like primitive vampires that feared the sun, dragonsworn servants crafted by light dragons feared the dark. Jerrick nodded to his brothers to move forward with their mission. They would deal with the servants later. Rune took one door. Arne opened another. Jerrick opened the last. It was worse than he expected. The wild cat’s body was dead fur and a skeleton. It looked out of sightless eyes as it lay on the floor of the cage. The clawed paw of one foot had been severed and used on the woman. The poor animal had served its purpose. Its soul had been merged with that of the woman’s. The black-haired woman chained to the bed stared back at him with the elliptical pupils of the cat. There was no question that the ritual was nearly complete. It was too far gone to be able to reverse any of the magic. She was thirsty. It had to be the third day. That was what the men had come for. Tethering happened on the third day. Knowing that she had been abused angered Jerrick. He wanted to burn things. “Please, master?” Her words were a whisper that eased the anger away. She was beautiful and broken. He saw her fangs. She was dying. She needed to be tethered to her host, or she would have suffered the pain and torture for nothing. She begged him for help that she could not understand. Jerrick was a light dragon. But he was a free dragon. He had the right to claim a slave if he intended to claim her as treasure. Monty had told them all that they could claim their Valkyrie. He wanted to bleed for her. This woman would be his. Jerrick would fly as a mated bonded dragon. She would aid him. “Speak your name.” He demanded it of her. The light magic tickled his scales beneath his skin. The grey fire itched to dance with her shadows. Even broken and damaged, Jerrick desired the woman for himself. She had been made to be a sex slave for a Druid king, but Nimravus held shadows that drew the fire from light magic wielders. “Lexy Vanderkline. Please. I thirst.” She begged him again. The pleading lilt of her voice stroked the dragon’s need to give her what she wanted. The dragon did not deny its mate. The fire traced over his fingers as he reached out to touch her face. Her blue eyes closed as she leaned her face into his palm. She purred as her shadows danced with his fire. His magic felt good to her as hers felt to him. His cock hardened at the sound that vibrated into his heart. “Consent to be mine. I will claim you as my Valkyrie. You will be a slave to Jerrick Luisne, Dragon Knight serving the House of Iolair. Surrender yourself into my control. I will erase your thirst, and you will be mine.” “As you desire it. I consent. Please.” The blue eyes sought his gaze once more. Jerrick was lost. His arms encircled her, and he pulled her close. Her head nestled against his shoulder. “Bite me, and drink.” He whispered the words. Shadows and fire swirled around them both as her teeth sank into his throat. The euphoria negated the pain. The dragon longed to please its mate. She drank deep. Dragon blood was powerful. She would thirst no more. She was Nimravus. Like a leash, his fire was braided with her shadows connecting them together as she quenched her thirst from his vein. The magic tethered her to him forever chaining her to her master. Forever she would need to be near him, desire to be controlled by him, wish to taste her dragon. But Jerrick would take care of her. Jerrick was a light dragon. He breathed the grey flames of the Ainglean. He could not leech her shadows, only twist them into his fire and hold her close. He would feed her need. Her eyes closed, and she fell back against the pillow. Her marks at his throat felt good. He did nothing to erase her claim on him. The trickles of blood he left to dry on his skin. The light magic of the dragon seeking to heal its mate reached out to her, but it was too late to stop what had been done. The cat’s soul was bound into Lexy. His magic would let her rest, but she was a werecat. She was a wild treasure, and Jerrick would hoard her. He called two servants to him and ordered them to dress. One was ordered to turn on the lights of the house then secure all the doors and windows against intruders. The other he sent to prepare a room for his Valkyrie upstairs. Jerrick released her from the chains and gently lifted her. As he carried her up the stairs, he decided to have the one who had not cared what she looked like to serve her forever. But he would never see her face or touch her. He gave the commands and set the fool to serving his Valkyrie. Jerrick was hungry and found himself in the kitchen seeking food. The more magic he used, the more food he needed to eat. Max Robertson had been a canine shifter before Risk got a hold of him. Surely the man had food. Rune found a servant next. He too had marks at his throat. “Her name is Jade Leitner. She agreed. I wish to keep her.” Jerrick was not about to argue with Rune over that idea. So long as he got to keep Lexy, what his brother decided about Jade did not matter.When Arne stepped into the kitchen, he ordered the fourth servant to set the table. "Saffron Desmond has blonde hair and pale grey eyes. Mine, mine, all mine.” Arne grinned. Jerrick laughed with Rune. Arne had always dreamed that his Valkyrie looked that way. His wish seemed to have come true. Steak and shrimp along with french fries and rolls satisfied the appetites of the dragons while they waited for the women to sleep off the lingering effects of the magic. Jerrick called Dustin. “We are taking over the house in Waco,” Jerrick informed him. “Why?” Dustin asked confused. “There is a treasure beyond measure here. We intend to claim it. Risk was right. They were converted to Nimravus. It was the third day. The men responsible for instigating that were all immortal shifters. They now serve the Valkyrie. Max Robertson must have been on the hunt for his next victim. The place was set up to do this as an ongoing money-making endeavor. My guess is he conditioned them first. Then when he grew bored, he converted them and sold them off to the highest bidder.” Dustin laughed. “Only fools harm the treasure of dragons. I will explain the situation to Rory. Iolair rises gentlemen. Congratulations.” Dustin hung up. The mission to meet with the Phoenix in the four corners might need to be rescheduled. The dragons left the servants to keep watch and sought their own rest in the presence of everything.
Thanks for reading my words and hearing my voice. If you have only barely stumbled over Ophelia Kee, I am happy you found the dream. If you have been a regular visitor for a while, thank you even more! I truly want to write and share my stories with lovers of adult fantasy and PNR. If you like immortals, magic, shifters, and paranormal abilities, the dream just might be home for you too. Even if you don't hear from me daily, I am always working on my stories. Soon, I plan on publishing a lot more titles including the Eyrie Iolair: Sky Dreams short read mini series. I will also be updating several of my older titles. Check back often. As always if you read, please be kind and leave your review.
Welcome to Ophelia Kee Speaks. This is a blog chronicling my independent author walk. The journey into the dream has been a life-changing experience as I try to become a full-time writer and leave the professional world behind me. In my blog each day, you will find information on the ‘behind the scenes’ for writing contemporary adult fantasy fiction and paranormal romance stories set in the dream. I will speak on topics detailing with my writing, publishing, promotion, and marketing as well as social media dealing with my books, book trailers, book launches, book art, music, audio, and video, as well as shameless self-promotion. I am not an expert and am not claiming to be one. I am simply one writer offering a glimpse of my struggle to become a successful independent author. Thank you for considering my words. All rights reserved.