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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Not your common faery ~guest post by paranormal fantasy author Juli D. Revezzo

I'm very happy to have Juli D. Revezzo back today to share about her fae adventures in her new release, Changeling's Crown.

Not your common faery

by Juli D. Revezzo

Faeries have been around for ages, so we as observers have a certain view of them. But there are many kinds of faeries. For instance, the pretty, winged beings, the ones that populate pre-Raphaelite art and books. Those beings flit around almost like human bees.

And there are those who dance around toadstools at night. They are probably the most famous. Is it because they’ve been known to steal humans away? The stories say so, and goodness knows, such revelries can leave a partier’s memory quite hazy.

These beings also mixed with other mythologies. Specifically the type of faery we find in faery tales like Charles Perrault’s Cinderella. He turned the faery into a guardian not unlike the Fates. The result was a demotion, of sorts, to a benevolent mentor—the faery godmother. She is, according to author William Indick, “both a replacement mother for the archetypal abandoned heroine, and someone who can help her gain her every desire.” (p. 96).  In some stories, the faery godmother even refuses to help the princess she’s assigned to. (Not exactly the faery godmother any of us would want to have, I’m sure!)

So, there you have two sides, the mischievous and the benevolent fae.  I wondered, with such pressure upon these mentors, what if one couldn’t take it? Is there a specific temperament a faery godmother is supposed to have? And if so, can she conform to the perfect picture of a faery if she doesn’t have it built into her? This question permeated the story of CHANGELING’S CROWN as I began to write. My faery godmother, Ianthe, tries very hard to do everything expected of a faery godmother, but no matter how badly she wants it, she just never quite feels comfortable with the faery godmother lifestyle and duties.  She likes to do what she likes to do and that sometimes runs afoul of the “rules”. I guess that kind of life can be hard to live up to, for a gal who likes a little mischief now and then. ;)


When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.
But why?

Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.

Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?


Stymied for the moment, [Ianthe] turned to her kitchen, set a pot on the stove, and mixing bowls out to work on her contribution to the school’s party. She filled the pot with milk and set it to boil.
Another thunderclap and the power fizzled.
The room went dark.
Oh, for Thumbelina’s sake!
Ianthe tugged open the nearest drawer, feeling for a box of matches. Nothing.
She searched another drawer. Nothing.
She slammed the drawer shut and snapped her fingers. A tiny glow flickered to life at the end of her thumb. She crept into the living room and set the flame to her trio of candles. The fae lights blinked in a triple-branched tea light candelabra. The food, though—
Why, oh, why did King Heath insist they couldn’t give the humans anything by magic that they could procure themselves?
A million recipes flew through her mind. She could finish any one in moments with a little faery ingenuity. Any one would do to fulfill her promised contribution for the party. No. Forbidden.

Dear Ms. Siabelle,
Please see if you can convince His Majesty to revoke that silly rule.

There, she said to herself, send her that when you have a chance.
She rummaged in her pantry for anything to replace the custard she’d promised to make. And keep it cool in what until the power comes back?
She sighed and stepped back, hands on hips. She’d just have to work on it tomorrow. Unless…
She peered out the window and snapped the curtain shut so none of her human neighbors could see her at work. She tapped the stove’s front burner. The burner turned red as it heated. The milk in the pot simmered away.
Humming, she went to her refrigerator, and tapped its small light bulb. The light snapped on; the motor whirred. Ianthe smiled and pulled forth three cage-free eggs. She broke their shells and slipped the whites into a boiler pot. Five minutes should do it.
Now, what to do about Randall and Mallory? The situation proved worse than she first thought. Though they acted civil at the paddock’s fence as she tested the horse, they hadn’t worked together today to save her. Wouldn’t that have been a perfect opportunity for them to do so? No. Mallory had enlisted Briak’s help.
And what about Briak? He shouldn’t’ve worried about me. That he’d calmed the horse himself was nice, but why on Earth didn’t he let Mallory drive her back to the office? She didn’t need such a handsome distraction right now. Especially a human one. Her parents wouldn’t like that.
And then there was Mallory. The woman had a serious brownie in her bonnet about both Randall and Briak. Men stick together, is that why she snapped at Randall’s second in command? Or, was she only worried about the horse’s well-being?
Ianthe shook her head. “That poor horse,” she muttered.
If Randall doesn’t have to put it out of its misery because of Geldon’s violation, I’ll be surprised.
Ianthe shuddered. Possession by Geldon. Son of a goblin, was there anything worse?
The milk bubbled on the stove. She added it to the eggs and sprinkled in some cinnamon.
The couple needed money to fix the stables, Randall had said. Surely, the ranch made enough to cover its bills and then some. The children she’d seen milling around had seemed so enamored with the horses, was that not an example of the ranch’s popularity?
So what was the problem?
In no time, she had the first bowl of custard finished and set in the refrigerator to cool. She decided it might not be enough for everyone attending the party and put a second pot of water on to boil.
How on Earth could Randall want for anything, except of course the love of a good—
“What are you doing?”
Geldon’s voice brought her up short and Ianthe screamed and spun toward the speaker. Her heart pounded in her chest and she leaned against the counter, glaring at him. “What am I doing? What are you doing, you arrogant, son of a goblin?”
He laid a hand to his breast, his eyes wide and innocent.
She knew better.
“Me?” he said. “I just wondered when dinner would be ready.”
“Or if you could scare the life out of me?”
Geldon ignored the question, brushing dust from his gaudy gold silk vest. “You, on the other hand.” He narrowed his eyes at the pot. Ianthe stepped in front of it, shielding its contents from his filthy snort. He leaned sideways, trying again for a peek. “You’re breaking rules all over the place, aren’t you?”

CHANGELING’S CROWN can be found at: Amazon   Amazon UK   Barnes and Noble

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About Juli D. Revezzo:

Juli D. Revezzo has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and the classics and has a soft spot for classic the “Goths” of the 19th century. Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, The Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine and Luna Station Quarterly. Her paranormal series Antique Magic and Harshad Wars are available now. CHANGELING’S CROWN is her first published new adult novel. She also has an article and book review or two out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling. She is a member of Independent Authors Network and Magic Appreciation Tour.

You can find out more about her at her homepage:

On Twitter: @julidrevezzo

Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.


Juli D. Revezzo said...

Thank you for hosting me today, Marsha! It's a pleasure to be back at your little blog. :)