Wishful Wednesdays: Peter Hollens

Recently, a friend turned me onto this man, Peter Hollens. He does A Capella music, and he is amazing. From folk songs to pop, he does a little bit of something for everyone. This song I love in particular. It speaks to the innermost fantasy lover, and inspires so much emotion (much like it does in the movie).

Enjoy!

Within the Mist

 

Found on Google, no artist listed. If you know who it is, please let me know so I can credit them.

What things hide within the Mist
Hidden, cold and shadowed,
Rolling over the hills and sea
The place where Faeries can exist
Without fear of bearing harrow.


What things hide within the Mist,
The shroud that blankets the Night
Hiding stars and moon above,
Mountains hugged and rivers Kissed
To comfort Dawn's feeble light.


What things hide within the Mist,
Laughter like bells rings clear
Music, haunting, surrounds
Drawing all to a fanciful tryst,
Begging for fresh volunteers.


What things hide within the Mist
That sweeps the forest's trail
And caress bare skin so softly,
Powerful...Dangerous... None can resist
Sweep us now, across the Veil.

The Succubus and the Queen

Hello. This week, I've decided to give a glimpse into one of my WIPs (work in progress).  This is rough, unpolished, and unedited. I hope you enjoy it regardless :)

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Burgundy liquid filled a cut quartz glass with a thick gush, like fresh blood being let loose. The fire crackling in the hearth a few feet away lent life to the distilled liquid, and Nicnevin paused to admire the effect. Fire gave life to many things, it would seem, things that ordinarily would be lifeless and cold.

A pile of books, maps and loose papers floated around her on the woven willow lounge chair as she looked through them, trying to find a clue to where her mother was hiding. She'd won the west and southern parts of Summerland from the Eilis Grove, but the Sidhe were loyal to a fault. She took a sip of wine and smiled. Elderberry, the liquid of Magic.

Nicnevin ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She hated uncooperativeness. Thinking up creative deaths and torture methods may have been a favorite pastime of Sari's, but she'd rather not kill the people she wanted to rule over.

A pair of slender hands slipped over her shoulders and began to rub the muscles there with practiced motions. Nicnevin's head rolled to the side subconsciously and a silent sigh escaped her lips.

"No luck with your search?" Sari asked in her velveteen voice.

"No, though we should move north before going further east. The Grove's seat is in the east, it will be hardest to penetrate."

"That depends entirely on how you plan to go about it. Direct assaults, like you've been using so far, would be useless. It's a massive fortification and was built as a fortress to protect its people and its secrets. More subtle ways can be effective in these scenarios... ways my people specialize in."

"You would have me use the Succubi to penetrate the Silvermount?" Nicnevin turned her head a fraction and Sari's hands descended further down her shoulders, pushing fabric out of her way. Nicnevin felt her heart beat faster with every inch the purple silk slid down.

"I would have you use your resources to their fullest, my Queen. It's something you should consider now more than ever."

"Are you speaking in terms of my army or referring to yourself?"

"I don't see why both cannot be true. I am, after all, your General. You should be using me, and my many talents, to their fullest." Sari's lips descended on Nicnevin's neck, and her skin tingled.

"Perhaps we should discuss this... later."

"There's no better time than the present, my Queen." Sari said a moment before brushing her teeth along the curve of Nicnevin's collar bone and biting down on a soft spot. An involuntary moan escaped her lips, and she took a sip of wine, hoping to distract herself from Sari's advances.

"There's no point in distracting from this. I've always wanted you." Sari said, reading Nicnevin's movements without pause.

"I've always known." Nicnevin breathed as Sari slid around front and kissed her lips. Searing heat erupted between them, then Nicnevin pulled Sari into her and engulfed the succubus in magic.

What if I told you I had a really weird dream...?

Flying Monkey courtesy of Matt Ostrum,
freelance artist and illustrator and 3D artist
extraordinaire for PDMI Publishing, LLC

What if I told you that I had a really weird dream?

I was one of the flying monkeys from The Wizard of Oz. Our favorite food was the poppies that the Wicked Witch of the West used to put Dorothy and all her friends to sleep, but we found they were much tastier after Glinda snowed all over them. We were trying to capture Dorothy for the Tin Man because she stole the oil can, but she just flew away in a Delorean.

The Wicked Witch of the West, The Wizard, and the Munchkins were having a Battle Royale WWE style. One of the members of the Lollipop Guild kept shouting "Wooooo!!!" like he was some sort of miniature Rick Flare. The Wizard was yelling, "I am the Wiz, and I am AWESOME!" And the Wicked Witch of the West was screaming, "Excuse me!" as she tossed fireballs at all the little Munchkin houses while she searched for a pair of sparkly, red Toms shoes.

And Kofi Kingston ruled the Emerald City fairly, but with an iron fist because he was the only one who could fly (no hot air balloon required!). He was using the big, giant head hologram to terrorize all the WWE writers because they hardly ever write him a winning match anymore... "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!"

Eventually, of course, I had to come back home to Kansas because Toto was hungry and poppies weren't really to his liking, and Auntie Em needed me to fly up and get the washing off the line because the Scarecrow was busy in the fields. Something about getting the crop circles ready for the Millennium Falcon's landing site.

Now... What if I told you that there is no such thing as weird in dreams?

The really weird thing would be if I made it all up while I was wide awake.

Wishful Wednesdays: No, we haven't died...

Stacey and I are very sorry for our mysterious disappearance late December. Between moving, Holidays, and illness, we've left you all deprived of our glory.

Here's a little something to ease you (and us) back into full swing of things, resuming today.

The Mission- Van Canto.