Excerpt from “Samhain’s Embrace” by Jesse Fox

I wanted to share an excerpt from my newest story published by Dark Roast Press!

Samhain's Embrace

TITLE: Samhain’s Embrace

AUTHOR: Jesse Fox

AUTHOR URL: http://jessefox1968.wordpress.com/

PUBLISHER: Dark Roast Press http://darkroastpress.com

E-MAIL: jesse_fox2008@peoplepc.com

MY SPACE: http://www.myspace.com/jesse_fox2008

TWITTER: http://www.twitter.com/FoxTracks

RELEASE DATE: October 31, 2009

URL TO THE BUYING PAGE: http://darkroastpress.com/samhain.php

RATING: Adult

WARNINGS: There are explicit M/M Sexual Situations in this novella.

BLURB:

What is loss to the human heart?

A spirit of nature, misunderstood and forgotten by modern man, when drawn out on the one night he roams the darkness freely, seeks to understand the meaning of loss and ease a young man’s pain.

Bran Conleth is a man broken by the ultimate loss – death. Desperate to summon his deceased lover he chooses the one night when the veil between the land of the living and the land of the dead is at its thinnest. Instead of his lover, he calls forth the embodiment of the night – Samhain.

Together they share one incredible journey that will teach Samhain about human loss and Bran that there is life after death.

EXCERPT:

Samhain sent out a silent thank you to the Goddess that the young man had brushed off the faint movement as nothing more than a draft. His unseen eyes followed as Bran lifted the silver athame, and then reached beneath the altar to retrieve a simple wooden box, the top engraved with a pentacle. He stood and moved across the room to where the circle was and Samhain could not pull his gaze from the long line of the young man’s naked back. Few witches still performed sky clad in this day and age, not that it was significant one way or the other, although he did find the human form– male and female–quite enticing.

His gaze mapped out each inch of the young man’s body with precise glances, his wide shoulders, narrow waist, and hips, and the soft swell of his ass that led into long muscled legs. That he found himself drawn to this child of magic was no surprise to him. Samhain understood intimately the grief that surrounded him in a miasma of pain. Death was his bread and butter, so to speak, and although humans found it terrifying and unspeakable, he appreciated it for the beauty it led to. Humans didn’t understand that life sometimes, more often than not, was far more unspeakable. Death was a part of nature, a release from the bitterness of an existence that did not always allow true happiness. This man, though, had found happiness in life, and Samhain understood his bitterness towards death.

Remaining invisible, he glided from his hiding place and approached the man who had knelt within the circle, laying out items from the box. There was a lidded bowl of salt, a censer with incense, a piece of lava rock, and a lidded bowl of water. He settled each item at the appropriate point of the compass, removed the lids from the bowls and returned to the box to pull out a small medallion and a box of matches. The care with which he went about this ritual fascinated Samhain, for he hadn’t truly seen such faith in the old ways in a very long time. Yes, there were witches in this day and age, but over the years, the rituals watered down, lost to the mists of time, and to see this man show such belief and care was heartening.

Finally, the man stood, went to the northern point, and began pacing the circle, pausing to light each candle, and lastly the incense. The flames swelled and danced as he lit the incense and turned to face the mirror. Lowering his body to the floor, he settled his gaze on his reflection, with a look of determination in his eyes.

Samhain drifted along the perimeter, curiosity driving him on even when his instincts told him he should stop this ritual. It was clear now that the man was seeking to call forth a spirit and that was the reason Samhain was here. He was the guardian of the gate between the land of the living and the land of the dead and in his long existence, he’d never seen one of these rituals end well. He lifted his head and focused on the mirror as the man began to chant softly, the incense rising to swirl around his head.

Who am I to deny him the closure he needs? Samhain thought.

You are the guardian of the door, a faint voice whispered in reminder, the one of four whom we have given the power of life and death.

He sighed softly, his breath caressing the bare skin of the man in the circle. Yes, he thought, but will denying him be the right thing to do?

What Are You Thankful For?


I AM THANKFUL FOR…

The day my car broke down and I didn’t have the money to fix it.

Now I skipped work  because I couldn’t get there…and I haven’t had a day off in years. The kids are at school and the husband is at work, so hot damn! Now I don’t have to run errands after work because well…my car is broke. Now I don’t have to sit in traffic or have to deal with that aggravation because I am sitting at home…all by myself… watching a movie…in absolute peace!

The day the cable got turned off because I couldn’t pay the bill.

Now all the kids have ran outside for once because there is nothing to do inside.  That also means I don’t have to watch any of the boring shows that my husband insists on because my husband actually ran outside after the kids did and that means I get to read a book for once in peace.

Now I am able to remember the joy and blessing of absolute silence….something I haven’t know in bloody years!

 

The day my electricity got turned off.

Now I don’t have to remember turning the lights off when I leave a room. Now I don’t have to yell at my kids because they never turn the lights off. Now, if I sit real still in the dark…my kids and husband can’t find me!

 

The day my husband ran away with another woman.

Now my monster in laws can take a flying hike.

Now I can spread out in the bed and don’t have to be crammed to my one side.

Now I can watch what I want to on TV.

Now I can go out and do whatever I want.

Now I don’t have to do his laundry, cook his supper, smell him, clean around him, and more importantly…now I don’t have to waste 3 minutes of everyday faking it.

 

The day I didn’t have enough money for groceries.

Now I have lost enough weight to fit into my super skinny jeans again. I haven’t been able to do that in years. Which meant that the super sexy hottie that lives in the apartment across the hall SAW me in my super skinny jeans. Now we are dating and I don’t have to worry about groceries because he cooks for me every night at his place. And because the sex is out of this freakin’ world…I haven’t gained the weight back and now I have a whole closet full of super skinny jeans!

 

Have a Happy Thanksgiving Everyone and remember!!!!

No matter what happens…no matter how bad it is…there is always something positive that will come from it. We just have to find it.


Soooooooooooooooo….what are YOU thankful for?

 

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Paganism & Thanksgiving

We all know the story of the Pilgrims and how the first American Thanksgiving came about. What we do not learn or may not know–what the Elementary Schools do not include in their Plays & Skits–is more about the Native Americans & Pagans that influenced Thanksgiving.

For instance, did you know that the tribe of Native Americans that had their meal with the Pilgrims was called Wampanoag? And did you know that they held celebrations and gave thanks to Kiehtan, the Creator ? Not only did they believe that their most precious crop of corn was a blessing from him, but they also gave thanks to many of their other Spirits for the other foods they ate.

Before Thanksgiving was made a holiday in the year of 1861, settlers had already brought their traditions to America—all influenced by Pagans. After all, Thanksgiving is all about giving thanks and harvest…correct?

Celebrating and giving thanks for a Harvest can be seen throughout history in many cultures.

Just to name a few…

*Ancient Rome gave thanks to Ceres, Goddess of the Harvests.

*Ancient Greeks honored Demeter

*Celtic Pagans and Angelo Saxon’s had huge celebrations–Lughnasadh and Mabon. These were to honor the first and second harvest blessed upon them by their Goddess and God.

Lughnasadh marked the beginning of the harvest season, the Harvest of Grain (Bread), the ripening of first fruits (usually berries), and was traditionally a time of community gatherings, market festivals, horse races and reunions with distant family and friends. Wikipedia

Mabon, (pronounced MAY-bun, MAY-bone, MAH-boon, or MAH-bawn) is the Autumn Equinox. The Autumn Equinox divides the day and night equally, and we all take a moment to pay our respects to the impending dark. We also give thanks to the waning sunlight, as we store our harvest of this year’s crops. The Druids call this celebration, Mea’n Fo’mhair, and honor the The Green Man, the God of the Forest, by offering libations to trees. Offerings of ciders, wines, herbs and fertilizer are appropriate at this time. Wiccans celebrate the aging Goddess as she passes from Mother to Crone, and her consort the God as he prepares for death and re-birth. Resource

Now what could some of the things you’re eating on Thanksgiving symbolized?

(For all Our Kitchen Witches Out there!!!!)

Turkey-– Native Americans–symbolized the Mother Earth and a shared Harvest.

Apples–Celts–rebirth, healing and youth

Pumpkins--Native American– was symbolic of personalized power (in some cultures) and symbolized the sun.


Wishing you a Merry Pagan Thanksgiving!

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Resources (if not listed above with quotes)
Pagan Symbolism (in regards to Thanksgiving)
Wikipedia Thanksgiving
Pagan Roots (in regards to Thanksgiving)
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Pagan Holiday for Nov. 5th, 2009

PNovember

Thursday represents Thunor or Thor–the god of thunder and agriculture

On the 5th of November, Pagans Celebrate:

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Ancient Rome–Nones of November

England–Guy Fawkes (See story below)


1605 –A group of disillusioned Catholics conspired to set off 36 barrels of gunpowder in an attempt to detonate the House of Parliament’s. Their goal was to kill King James I but alas, they failed.

One of the Conspirators became concerned that innocent people would be killed, so off he rushed to tell the King. But when the cellar was flooded by the King’s men…another conspirator was caught–Guy Fawkes.

Even though after checking the Gunpowder and discovering it was so old that it would have harmed nothing anyway, the attempt to kill the King spooked everyone so much that for 4 centuries after, that same cellar was searched on the day before Parliament was to open.

Afterwards, England remembered Guy Fawkes on that day by burning bonfires all over England.

Now, what does this have to do with Pagans since the assassination was an attempt by Catholics?

On the day that the fires burn for Guy Fawkes, Pagans had been burning their bonfires to banish or rid of the spirits of the previous year. They created Effigies or images out of woven straw and or grain. These were lit and the smoke was used to cleanse the spirits away.

It’s believed that Pagans, in order to protect themselves and their rituals, adapted, blended, and merged under the veil of Guy Fawkes and the celebrations done for him.

In other words, since everyone else was burning Effigies and bonfires anyway for him…then who would notice a bunch of Pagans doing what they have always done?

Something to think about.

Courtesy of The Pagan & the Pen!

CH SCARLETT

Resources: Pagan Daybook

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The Moon’s Song – update

Well, it’s up to 92K words on but I’ve still not got the end. It’s elusive, I know but I don’t know, a definite feel of “stalking” … very appropriate *g*.

This story, “The Moon’s Song” has taken me all sorts of places I hadn’t thought of going with it, some deep stuff, but it’s also a romance as well as a mystery and I’m extremely fond of the characters. One of the lead males, Tristan, had become rather wet and this didn’t suit me (or him!) so this morning was devoted to some reclamation work on him. He tells me being a ghost and without clear memory is very difficult … I can believe it *g*.

The male lead has evolved considerably during the writing. I thought he would but some of the ways have been surprising. He turns out to have a lot of nouse with regard to magical stuff even without having much experience. I need to explain and expand this some more … bother! That means more words to write *g*.

The heroine is good, very bolshy at times and feisty but I like that. She has to learn some heavy stuff about control and she manages it too. Like all of us she forgets at times and goes back to ancient habits then has to turn about and do it properly. New habits are always hard to learn.

I’m very pleased with the story. It’s far deeper than I expected when I began it, yet has a lightness to it that makes it easy to read – or so my test readers tell me *g*. I love that about writing, how it takes you on a journey, you don’t know where you’re going properly at the beginning although you start out with a general idea and a plot-line. But you can’t stay rigid with that, you have to be flexible and take some apparent side-turnings – they usually lead you to incredibly interesting places. Not always, of course. I followed one for a while with this story and, although it is good, it’s not for this book. I’ve cut it out and stored it away for somewhere else. There’s a whole folder full of this stuff, clippings for the future. All witters have them.

So … I’m hoping to have found the end by the end of the week – say Sunday. will keep you all posted.

  • Picture is of Nectan’s Kieve which features in the story.