Most people know I am Welsh and although now living in England,my heart remains in my homeland.
Wales is a land of myths and legends, and some of them in have provided inspiration for scenes in my stories.
One of my favourite places is Nanteos Mansion, near where I used to live.
'Dancing with Fate, (I'll send you a free copy of Dancing With Fate as a Thank you if you join my mailing list)
and it also inspired the following scene from the first book in the 'Destiny Trilogy', Starquest. (Each book is complete and can be read as a 'standalone.)
Dahll, the heroine's companion and owner of the ship she has chartered, has been badly wounded on an uninhabited, inhospitable planet...
I began to grow very tired. It was a few hours before dawn, and I’d had no sleep since the previous evening. I slowly eased my aching limbs into a more comfortable position. As I did so, my eyes caught a flicker of light moving toward the entrance of the shelter.
I stiffened, suddenly alert again. Tiny, glowing tongues of flame danced in the darkness, writhing and twisting around themselves like miniature whirlpools of living fire.
At first, I thought it was a trick of my eyes, caused by fatigue. After a while I decided it was just marsh gas, but as I watched I became aware that the ‘flames’ were orderly. They moved in groups of threes and fours, gliding in straight lines and then circling to retrace their steps in what seemed to be a methodical fashion, as no Will o’ the Wisp ever did. I began to feel I was in the presence of something malevolent...evil.
Then I heard the voices. Strange, unearthly voices, which had nothing to do with flesh and blood.
“Take the male,” they hissed, “while he yet lives. Before the life-force within him dies and is of no use to us.”
“Wait. The female is stronger,” came another voice. “Stay until she sleeps. Then will be our chance, and we can take them both.”
I reached for my blaster, by now fully charged, and fired a steady beam in the direction of the ‘flames.’ When I laid down the gun there was nothing, only the darkness.
Had the voices been in my imagination, or was it a dream? But I knew I had not slept. Trying to recall the experience, as I record this, I realise they did not speak in words at all. Yet I had understood, like that time on Niflheim, with Gullin.
I’ve always loved the night, the beauty of the darkened, star-filled skies. Here, however, on this forsaken and perilous planet, it is menacing, with the sense of something lurking, lying in wait. Much as I dislike the idea, I have resorted to using a Phidian stimulant to stay awake. For Dahll’s sake as well as my own, I can’t allow myself to sleep until we’re once more on board the Quest.
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