Book Review: Cat’s Curse by Kelly Heckart

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by Kelley Heckart

Author Name: Kelley Heckart

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Book Title: Cat’s Curse

Series: Dark Goddess Trilogy

Genre: Celtic historical romance/fantasy

Length: Novel length


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Rating: 4 Cards

4 Tarot

The Book:

Cardea lives alone in the forest and stalks her prey by night, living on the blood of others. One night she finds herself on the business end of a sword held by the hand of the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen. Unable to take her mind off him, Cardea manages to appear wherever he is; yet the man seems uninterested in her.

Aedan mac Gabrain has been cursed. In fact, the witch, Cat Anna who stalks the forests as a black cat, cursed his whole family. Aedan’s brother didn’t believe the curse, and now he’s also a black cat. All Aedan has to do is find the witch and force her to reverse the curse. Of course there’s one little problem. The most beautiful woman he’s ever seen appears everywhere he goes and keeping his hands off of her is getting more difficult with each passing moment. But if he touches her he knows he’ll be joining his brother as a black cat.

The Review:

This is a solidly written tale that is romantic and charming. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and was totally caught up in the magic and romance. Ms. Heckart has written an entertaining tale that combines both history and fantasy in a way that will enchant the reader. Definitely put this one in your “I’m gonna read it next” pile!

Book Review: Bound by Blood: The Awakening by C.H. Scarlett

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Bound By Blood: The Awakening

Author Name: C.H. Scarlett
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Book Title: Bound by Blood: The Awakening
Series (if any): Yes, this book is the first in its series.
Release Date: February 14th, 2009
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Paranormal. sub-genre–romance/erotica
Length: 714 pages (includes glossary)
Publisher: Dark Roast Press
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Rating: 4 Cards

4 Tarot

The book:

Before the earth existed, there dimensions where doors opened to other dimensions and twelve powerful and ancient bloodlines existed. Though others have forgotten, the Crone has not and she is the only one who can still read the writing on the wall. Taking a young girl of the blood to the cave with her, the Crone enters the secret room and the girl watches as a time forgotten appears before her. Like a ghost unable to comment or interfere with what she sees, the girl must watch and feel everything before her.

Samanthra Lmpir is one of seven sisters born under the same stars on the same day, and she’s high priestess of their clan. Samanthra’s father has kept the sisters apart all of their lives and claims it’s for their own good, especially Samanthra’s. He claims that he is protecting her from the “awakening” and a curse, but his intentions may not be as caring as he hopes she will believe.

Now the festival of Beal-Tene has arrived and Samanthra’s father has ordered his daughters to stay away, but Samanthra must attend. As high priestess, she can’t miss the celebration, so she and her sisters defy their father’s orders and begin their journey.

Samanthra has told no one of her dreams of a man she can’t quite see in her mind’s eye, yet when she arrives at the festival, he’s there; at the pub, he’s there. And he is determined to claim her.

The Review:

Bound by Blood is a romantic, poetically written story that takes the reader on a journey like no other I’ve read. Full of beautiful imagery, spells and poetry, this is a book to get lost in. The author has written a wonderful, magical, spellbinding tale that will capture the reader’s imagination, as well as their heart. This is a “don’t miss this book” read!

My pendants…

Okay, found batteries for the digital camera and snapped a pic of my pendants. Not extremely clear, but you get the idea. I got the cross at a tiny store in a MCC church in Austin, TX. I bought the stag pentacle a few years ago at a pagan store in Dover, DE. You can find the necklace here, too: Stag Pentacle.


Howdy, howdy

*pokes his head in and waves*

Hey, folks!

I’m new to The Pagan and the Pen, but certainly not to writing or paganism. I’ve been writing professionally since 2005 as Mychael Black, but I’ve been a pagan since I was 13, about 19 years ago. (Wow, that makes me feel old…)

The first story I ever wrote and published was ‘The Holly King’ and it appeared in the free ezine, Forbidden Fruit. I’ve come a long way since then, and my writing has matured, but that story is still close to my heart.

For me, writing is a form of worship in my Druid faith. Every word is dedicated to my gods Cernunnos and Michael (yes, the Archangel, who was, incidentally, a Chaldean god), and ‘The Holly King’ was written specifically FOR Cernunnos, shortly after I started down a Druid path.

They (Cernunnos and Michael) tend to show up in my stories, whether by name(s) or not. Many of my men end up pagan (some even as Druids).

I’ve posted ‘The Holly King’ on my website, if you’d like to read it. It’s not very work-safe, but it’s also not overly explicit. Remember: it’s an older story, and not my best in terms of technical details, but it’s still very important to me. I even had a Druid friend once tell me that he printed it out and carried it in his wallet, reading it whenever he needed a pick-me-up. I hope you all enjoy it as much as he did.

The Holly King

Magical Healing

Loveyoudivine has a whole line devoted to medical fiction. I can’t claim to be a fan of mainstream medicine, but I’ve written a few tales none the less. My stories are largely about magic, not conventional prescriptions.

Nothing hurts the soul like a lack of love in someone’s life. Isolation, loneliness, loss of self worth and depression so often stem from not feeling loved. Many more physical diseases are caused, or agrivated by stress. Affection, care and love will all ease these in a way that pills can’t. We all need to be loved, and there is no greater magic than soul deep connection between people.

‘Enchanted Waters’ is a heart healing, magical story, involving two women who meet at a sacred spring during critical moments in the lives. Passion and desire play their part in easing wounded souls.

‘Alternative Therapies’ is another f/f tale, this time pitching a conventional doctor against an alternative practitioner, with dramatic results! The culture clash may be fierce, but so is the love that grows from it.

‘Headfuck’ is the tale of soul healer Bee, who encounters a severly damaged man, and can’t get him out of her head. Once again, it is the power of love that brings healing – her magic, determination and courage will save him from despair.

‘Dream Doctor’ explores some of the stranger conditions that exist around sleep dysfunction, and a psychologist brave enough to bring a deeply distubed woman out of a living hell.

My most recent medical tale has a Victorian setting, and is less overtly pagan. When the Doctor Comes is a tale about throwing cauton to the wind, defying convention and choosing love rather than security. It’s a passionate story of a taboo relationship between a doctor and a married woman who is his patient. Fellow pagan and pen blogger NJ Winter did me a gorgeous cover for this one.

All of my healing stories are available from


It’s Midsummer’s day, and St John’s day – when according to folklore the St Johnswort is supposed to bloom. It’s been in flower for a while.

This morning, Druids gathered at Stonehenge to greet the dawn. I’ve been to Cor Gawr gatherings before, watched the sun come up over Salisbury plain, the light penetrating the circle. I’ve sung to the standing stones, shared bread and mead, seen visions of wild horses and elementals in the mist. It’s a beautiful place. Today the sun shines, and it is a good time to honour life, love and community.

Below is a little something I’m not going to explain just yet. For now, enjoy the scenery, and remember where you saw it!

MS Panthera’s Summer Solstice

This weekend saw the beginning of summer. It was a beautiful day in spite of thunderstorms and flash flood warnings for two days leading up to the big event. Having gotten away from Solstice celebrations, I had asked for information concerning anything for Summer Solstice and the responses I got verified the information I was able to Google. Bonfires and witnessing the sunrise were mostly what were done.
So, a friend and myself, set ourselves up with wood (drying out from the rain), Tiki lights, Rum, Coke, chips, salsa and of course we had to throw in a few ears of corn too, for a night of easy companionship, stargazing and (not too unexpected) curious neighbors. We waited until about an hour before sundown to light the fire and between the two of us, finally got it to stay lit.
Let me tell you, it was hilarious about the fire. I used straw twists, twigs and dry limbs to get it started. Then I added larger pieces of wood (one of which was soaked in old gasoline). All the kindling burned fantastic and even the gasoline soaked log caught after about five minutes of being in the fire pit. No luck, the fire died back out (the gasoline burned off and that was it). So, being the impatient sort, my friend took a couple of logs and dribbled Tiki oil on them as she was filling the lamps, gathered up lots more kindling and got it going again. Out it went. Oh, we had a nice ember base; the logs were still too wet from the rain. Finally, she stood over the fire with her hat and fanned it like there was no tomorrow, and packed in the kindling again. SUCCESS!
Now to settle down and enjoy our night of enjoying each other’s company, right? RIGHT! Even with neighbors who normally went to bed early, staying up late too. For a long time, just as we were settling into a rhythm of talking, singing, and laughing, one of them would turn on their outside light and come out. This would set off another fit of laughter and fresh comments about how it was okay for them to go to bed as there was nothing going on for them to see. It seemed hours before they all settled in for the night. Finally, when the last one turned out their lights, we started really enjoying our time together.
We spent hours singing, her dancing, with me laughing as she danced with a Tiki light, and finally settled down into talking about our past – the disappointing relationships, the lessons we learned and the growth we made because of them, where we are now and what we would and would no longer do concerning relationships. Add in several rum and cokes plus a variety of music and we were feeling great.
Finally, she remembered the corn and set it to soaking and much later still, we remembered to put them on the fire. Yes, I said fire. It seemed no matter where we moved the ears to; the fire would follow shortly behind. We even added water to keep the flames down to no avail. The fire that took so long to start, now did not wish to simmer lol. Therefore, we ended up with ears of corn with their shucks burned to a crisp on partially cooked corn on the cob, and two very tired women.
Giving up the idea of staying up until sunrise, we moved the logs apart, unplugged the radio, gathered what we could remember, and went to bed. Sunday morning, not only did we wake up to hangovers but to the logs still smoldering, not showing any sign of stopping until it rained. LOL
The main thing is we had fun. We learned a little more about each other as we always do when we get together and we didn’t let the neighbors ruin it for us. This, more than anything else, confirmed to me how far I have come. How in just a few years time, I have gone from being a person who was so afraid of insulting or upsetting someone, to becoming a woman who could enjoy herself in spite of prying eyes.

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