Hey all! I’ve been taking a break from blogging, though I just updated a bunch of stuff over at my main site, ElizabethHunterWrites.com and there’s some new stuff over there regarding my new series, Cambio Springs, which I’m working on after I finish Carwyn’s book, Building From Ashes.
But while I’ve been taking a break from blogging, I haven’t been taking a break from writing! I’m about 3/4 of the way finished with Carwyn’s book, and I’m really excited about the new direction the Elemental World is taking. There’s going to be room for some stand-alone books, some short stories featuring side-characters, and even a new series down the line.
So, Carwyn’s book has been an adventure. It’s a love story, of course, a mystery, and a kind of reset for the series. Clever readers probably spotted some loose ends I deliberately left hanging at the end of A Fall of Water. That was by design! I’m looking forward to taking familiar characters on new adventures. So, while much of Carwyn’s book overlaps with the Elemental Mysteries, it is far more than just his side of the story. You’ll see an entirely new story that unfolded in his world while Gio and Beatrice were having their adventures. I’m very excited for you to read.
I hope you’ve liked the little teasers over on the Facebook page for the Elemental Mysteries. Here’s a longer scene from the beginning of the book:
Carwyn leaned against the white walls of the Ha’Penny Bridge Inn, waiting for Brigid Connor to show. He’d stopped by Parliament House the evening before and left a note with the guards in front telling her to meet him at the old pub near the river. Much of the older part of Dublin had been updated in the previous years, but the Ha’Penny had stayed relatively old-fashioned and didn’t cater to as many tourists as most of the bars in the city center. Though it was only June, the buzz and bustle of the summer crowds were already filling the evening streets, even on a Wednesday night.
He saw her as soon as she turned the corner. Brigid had always been a tiny thing, with a stride that warned people off, despite her tiny frame. She was pale-skinned, with a scattering of freckles dotting her cheeks, and her garishly dyed dark hair was chopped short and lay in irregular chunks around a pixie face. Her large eyes were the color of amber ale and her chin came to a sharp point under a bow-shaped mouth.
Carwyn thought she looked like an extremely pissed off fairy, which amused him greatly. He grinned when he saw her bark at a boy that approached her. Then his eyebrows lifted when she reached out and took his hand. So, little Brigid Connor had a boyfriend? Possibly. Her expression as she approached was a mask of studied nonchalance. He opened his senses to get a feel for the boy. The smell of the river masked anything subtle, but the boy appeared to be a normal human. Albeit one that was wearing too much cologne. Brigid came to a stop in front of him and looked up with a haughty expression.
“So, you’re here to check up on me for the nosey ones?”
The boy awkwardly looked between Brigid and Carwyn. “Um… Brig—“
“It’s fine, Mark. He’s an old… family friend,” she said with a sneer. “Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll meet you at the club later?”
“Are you sure?”
Carwyn gave the boy a cheerful smile and held out his hand to shake. The boy grabbed it, and Carwyn let his influence crawl up to the boy’s mind. “Hello, Mark. Nice to meet you. Now piss off and leave us alone. She’ll meet you later.”
He could see Brigid roll her eyes, but Mark turned and quickly walked back the way they had come.
“Why did you want to come to this old place? They haven’t hung new curtains since before I was born.”
She walked past him and pulled open the door to the pub. Carwyn just looked after her and called, “Lovely to see you, as well, Brigid. I can see that your sunny demeanor has only blossomed in adulthood.”
He walked into a pub and took the seat opposite her in the old booth. “What do you want from the bar?”
She shrugged. “A whiskey, I guess.”
“How about a beer?”
“How about a whiskey?”
He stood. “Guinness it is, then.”
“Hey!” She called out, but he ignored her. The girl certainly had the same acid tongue he vaguely remembered from her childhood. To tell the truth, he’d never known her well. Like most of Ioan and Deirdre’s humans, he tended to keep his distance. Though they remained close with their human clan, he was more circumspect in his human connections. He supposed that, after a thousand years, it had become too hard to get easily attached.
Still, there was always something about the girl that had amused him. He glanced over his shoulder as the barmen built their pints. Brigid sat slumped in her seat, the very picture of young rebellion. She was smart. That had always interested him. And he did love that she threw Deirdre off balance. His red-headed daughter had always been the fiercest in their family, taking after Gemma more than any one else. Ioan was warm calm; Deirdre was vicious temper. Ioan adored the girl, but Deirdre was exasperated by her.
He grabbed their drinks, walked back to the table and slid in across from her. She looked up with a droll expression. “Thanks ever so much for the whiskey.”
Carwyn grinned. “You’re very welcome. How’s life?”
Building From Ashes
Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Hunter