That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
That’s right we are hosting a drawing event, and the winner gets a free copy of the audiobook! To participate, all you have to do is reblog this post! Only hearts and comments won’t count, it must be shared onward! Your tumblr name will go in a hat, and on Sunday, May 13th, 10:00 AM (Central) I will draw the lucky winner, and will contact you with instructions on obtaining your free copy of the Winds of Fate audiobook.
Winds of fate can be found on iTunes, Amazon, and Audibles.
I know I have to finish the last two chapters of Flight to Freedom. When the last requirements of my publishing company is all set up, which the goal is end of January for that, I will get back to writing Feronia's epic story.
But I have had another fanfic idea percolating...if any of you are Mass Effect: Andromeda fans like I am (I am crazy for that game), would you like to see a Kandros/Sarah Ryder story from me?
A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, a Leonardo/OC romance, which takes place after the events in Out of the Shadows.
Merry Christmas, my lovelies! Thank you all to those who have followed Feronia’s story.
Chapter 14
High atop the lone silo in the old farm yard, the twin sweep of feathered wings such a dark shade of black wept up above her several feet before arcing down to narrowed tips in the way only wings could. Sitting atop the domed cap of the silo meant Feronia had to keep the large aviary limbs held aloft, almost like keeping shoulders held in an exaggerated shrug. But muscles in her back and shoulder, muscles no other human had, had gained strength and condition from all her dedicated training. Such a position was now possible, and no longer uncomfortable.
As a strong breeze buffeted her, lifting the long tresses of curly black hair and ruffling feathers, Feronia ached to jump from this silo, spread her wings, and go wherever the air currents took her.
Yet, she remained sitting, the steel of the silo cap cold under her backside as she sat crosslegged, staring at the bright orange ball of a setting sun. As if someone had taken a brush and dipped it in paint, the evening sky was slashed with pinks and purples in a brilliant display. Behind her, the old farm house was dark and quiet.
Leonardo had left yesterday to return to the sprawling city of New York, as Chief Vincent needed the brother’s help to keep the maze of streets and high towers safe. Once again, she was left to keep herself busy.
Feronia heaved a sigh as she watched the fiery orb in the sky sink lower behind the edge of the horizon. Beyond the trees that surrounded April’s old farm were fields of alfalfa, the green rolling like waves of water with each gusty breeze.
A pang she couldn’t explain once again jolted through her. Instantly, Feronia felt guilty for that sudden stab of restlessness. She should feel content where she was, high atop this silo, even if she was alone. Her growing relationship with the blue masked leader made her happier than she had ever experienced. And the deadly muscled warrior had a way of making her feel incredibly sexy and simultaneously treasured, even if he did enjoy holding the control with the intimate aspect of their budding relationship.
And here was the most freedom she had ever tasted in her life.
She should feel content.
So what was this restlessness that plagued her more and more as the days passed by?
Feronia had tried to squelch the disturbing feeling by training the past weeks, relentlessly working with Donatello to not only know the ins and outs of her mini crossbow, but how to use it, to fight with it. She learned how each unique bolt was crafted and what components were needed to make more. There were several bolts that were blunted, not intending to cause major damage, but upon impact would release a tazer-like bolt to incapacitate and attacker for several minutes. Several more had shafts that would release a pepper spray bomb. And some weren’t meant to be shot at an attacker at all, but to hit a wall and explode into a flash-bang. And yet the two of them kept trying to brainstorm more ideas.
And Leonardo himself worked her hard to learn how to fight with the dagger he had gifted her with, sometimes pushing her to the point of collapse.
But she understood why; could see the worry lurking in the depths of those intense, cobalt blue eyes. He worried when he had to leave her, no matter how much she promised she would stay put at the farm, remain unseen.
The wind shifted, dragging the lifting strands of her black curls across her face. As she brushed aside the curtain of hair to clear her vision, a scent drifted to her on the breeze.
It was unmistakable.
Something was burning.
Twisting around to cast her gaze behind her to the east, Feronia froze at the sight of a thick, black column of smoke billowing into the air. That was the direction of the neighboring farm.
Scrambling to her feet, she stared at that black smoke. What should she do? Rush to the house and dial emergency? Would doing so risk exposing her secret presence at April’s old home?
That was probably the best choice —
The wailing scream of a woman carried across the distance of the fields.
Feronia was moving even before she had consciously decided on the action, scrambling to her feet and sprinting across the dome cap of the silo. Wings snapping tight against her back, Feronia dove off the silo like someone diving off a high dive into a pool.
Ground rushed up to meet her, but in those seconds of freefall, the instinct of flying was already taking over.
Indigo-hinted black wings snapped out into the full impressive expanse of an 18 foot wingspan, and in the next instant, her winged from was shooting up out of the farmyard and carrying her over the treetops, heading toward that column of smoke.
Nervousness warred with the exhileration of flying, her veins flooding with adrenaline as the treetops sped by beneath her. But the necessity of secrecy had Feronia pumping her wings strongly, trying to climb high into the air. Maybe if she was high enough in the sky, she could remain unseen.
Far in the distance, the haunting wail of sirens began to be heard even as she neared the column of smoke. As she neared the neighboring farm, her heart slammed against her ribs at the sight she looked down upon from several hundred feet above.
The entire two story house was ablaze with fire. Dipping one wing, Feronia banked on the air currents, circling the black smoke billowing up. Several small figures were huddled several feet away at a safe distance from the flames that hungrily consumed wood and siding.
Fer squinted as she looked down at those small people. There was frantic movement from some of them. Risking as much exposure as she dared, black wings tucked in the slightest amount to lower her flying form as she made yet another circling sweep around the burning house.
Her heart ached for the neighbors she had never met as they watched their home become destroyed before them. As she got closer, a woman’s screams reached Feronia’s ears as she banked in a circle again.
Sobbing, the woman lunged for the roaring flames even as a man held her back.
“No, Joanna! It’s too late!”
“My baby, Dan! Our baby! We can’t leave Sarah!”
The man broke into sobs even as he held his wife back.
As Feronia passed by the north side of the house, an opened second floor patio door gave her view of a horrifying sight. Even as black smoke curled and coiled out of the top of that open patio door, Feronia had a clear sight of a dark wooden crib, smoke swirling like an ominous black cloud of death above it.
Clutching at the railing of the crib with two tiny hands stood a little girl, blonde pigtails askew and mussed from sleep, pudgy cheeks red from the heat of the room as tears streaked down amidst hiccupping, coughing sobs of fright.
Everything around Feronia diminished. The frantic cries of a mother died away. The stench of burning wood barely registered.
As she dipped down again and began to circle the house one more time, Feronia caught sight of a closed window next to the crib, straight across the room from the open patio door billowing thick, belching clouds of smoke.
Her wings surged, pumping as she built speed, circling wide around the house.
Startled exclamations below her reached her ears as she dipped a wing to swing around in a tight turn, wind whistling over feathers and snapping her hair into a tangle.
Her gaze locked in on that open patio door as her turn lined out, the second floor porch below her trajectory. Black-feathered wings snapped in and against her back.
Like an arrow, Feronia shot forward.
With a huge breath of air, she dove into black smoke and immense heat. Agony speared through her as muscles and tendons screamed in protest to the snapping point as Feronia dropped the weight of her legs and hit the floor of the room at a speed greater than a dead run. Pure determination kept her feet beneath her as she charged forward with the headlong momentum.
It all happened in a matter of seconds.
Out of her peripheral, flames licked up the closed bedroom door.
She grasped the small form standing in the crib, clutching the tiny girl against her chest as Feronia swing her wings around her and the child even as she lowered her shoulder and literally charged the opposite window in a move that would have done a linebacker proud.
Glass gave way under the impact as she dove out into clean, unadulterated air. Pain bloomed in her side and along her left wing as jagged glass pit deep and tore flesh and sinew.
With a cry of agony, she forced her wings open as both she and the baby plummeted toward the grass below.
Sheer will lone had her catching wind, lining out into a glide mere feet above the unrelenting ground. But her left wing would not straighten fully, and with a gasped grunt that drove all the wind from her lungs, Feronia slammed into the ground, twisting on her side to protect the precious life in her arms.
Feronia slid a good fifty yards before she came to a painful halt.
The wailing cries from the child clutched to her chest was the most beautiful music to her ears.
As blood dripped freely from her left wing and saturated her shirt at her waste, her lungs burned as she heaved in great lungfulls of air, struggling to her feet.
“Oh my god! My baby! Oh god!”
The shriek had her head snapping up.
Both mother and father were rounding the house, the mother sprinting frantically toward them.
Panic lit up her mind like fireworks.
Setting the toddler down, Feronia stroked the soot-blackened blonde pigtails once, and then ran for the trees towards April’s old home. Whipping a glance over her shoulder, she saw the mother fall to her knees just as she reached her child, scooping the bawling toddler into her arms.
Whatever the woman shouted at her as Feronia fled was lost as the rising wail of fire trucks filled the driveway, the darkness of the shadowed woods descending over her. And as the setting sun sank fully beyond the horizon and the dark coolness of night settled down upon the world, Feronia ran.
***
Feronia never ran all the way to the farmhouse. At some point, the pain in her side and left wing became too much to bear, and she stumbled to a halt, chest heaving as she gasped for breath, leaning against the rough bark of a tree.
The darkness of the night pressed in on her as she stood there on shaking legs, facing the direction of the farmhouse. Her left wing hung at an awkward angle, and every twitch of the aviary limb sent new pain blooming through her. Pressing a hand against the ache in her side, she lifted it away and held her palm up to a silvery shaft of moonlight. The glint of wetness glittered back at her, and with a groan, Feronia pressed her hand back against the still bleeding cash on her right side, just above her hip bone.
Hissing past the sting of pain from her side too, she glanced back toward the farmhouse, still veiled by trees.
With a grunt, Feronia pushed off the tree and shuffled through the leaf strewn forest floor, moving in a different direction.
She had been seen. Even if she hadn’t been, news media might have searched out neighboring people to interview about the terrible fire. But the fact that that entire family had seen everything – a winged human diving into billowing smoke only to bust out the other side – she was too afraid to go where she was once safe.
Feronia wasn’t sure how long she pushed herself onward, stumbling over tree roots only to fall hard to the carpet of fallen leaves from seasons past. Yet she struggled to her feet, head spinning and body aching, only to trudge onward.
When the sky began to lighten, tiny songbirds awakening and chirping cheerily to the dawn of a new day, Feronia could move no longer. A cluster of cedar trees were just to her right, and she moved toward them, pushing through the boughs to reach the center of the clustered trunks, sinking to the forest floor.
Before the black void of unconsciousness claimed her, Feronia curled in on herself, and then she knew no more.
***
It could have been hours. It could have been days. Feronia was far too weak to move from the shrouded safety of those cedar trees.
Whenever consciousness did return to her, it was to a pounding head, a thirst so great she was certain she was to die from it, and such agony in her wing and side it often drove her right back into that void of nothingness.
***
Blinking open eyes that wanted to defy such action, Feronia peered up at leaves and branches moving by, the occasional break of the canopy opening to a star studded night sky.
Strength drew her closer against a hard plated, muscled chest, and she groaned at the white hot bolt of agony that flared through her broken body. She tried to speak, but nothing came from her throat but a hoarse croak. Licking cracked, dry lips with a tongue that was just as dry, she tried again.
“Leo…I-I’m s-s-…s-sorry…”
Red fluttered at the edge of her vision.
“Shh, I got ya, Fer.”
Then as the powerful body beneath her picked up speed, Feronia went limp, sadness swirling through her as her sluggish mind recognized Raphael’s bulk. She wouldn’t be able to tell Leo how sorry she was for breaking her promise. How much she —
Reblog my story link, so that people who aren’t following me will see it too. Maybe add a comment or tags about how much you enjoyed it.
Leave a short comment on AO3.
Biggish things you can do that will make an author very happy:
Make your own post reccing my story, and telling people what you enjoyed about it.
Leave a detailed comment on AO3, telling me what you liked about my story, what moved you, what made you laugh, what your favourite part was, and asking any questions you happen to have about it.
Huge, amazing, omg things you can do to make an author love you forever:
Draw art based on my story.
Ask to borrow one of my OCs for a story of your own.
Ask to translate one of my stories into your own language.
Yeah, I must admit, every comment I have ever gotten skyrockets my writing drive. And I usually read comments over and over again. Lol. Thank you to all who have read Flight To Freedom! I still need to crank out the last two or three chapters. Maybe rewatching Out of the Shadows will kick me in the pants for my TMNT fanfic.
Hey everybody! Long time, no speak, yeah? If you’re still around, hey there, thank you! If you’re new-ish, welcome!
My life is still super crazy. Things have only gotten more difficult and not much easier. Hence my long silence. I’m working at finding a balance, and time to do things. I had to quit my job after being diagnosed with fibromyalgia, so I’m trying to work at getting myself set up to sell more of my Etsy stuff.
For the times I can’t dedicate to that work, @raifestrykar presented me with a unique possibility… What if I tried my hand at writing my own stories, not just fanfic? So I’m currently sitting by the fire, trusty notebook and pens at hand while I work on character development and plot ideas. I’m getting really excited at what this story might be!
So I gotta ask… How many of you would be interested in reading an original work of mine?
When I see solid talent, I can't help but give a nudge. Or a push. Maybe even a shove. Because I have been there, in those very shoes... having story ideas and characters pinging about my skull, or having a manuscript that gets rejected over and over...until that day it doesn't. That publishing company took a chance. On my work, my co-authored baby. And that turned into a planned series. Which made inspiration create a secondary, completely different book series...which lead to reaching out to a voice actor about making my books into audiobooks... which snowballed into starting my own publishing company.
So if anyone who follows my Flight to Freedom TMNT fanfic, you will be excited to know that I officially have started my own publishing company. B&R Publishing LLC, to be exact. And I created a tumblr page for it too! Which is just bandrpublishing. I will try to tag it in this post here? @bandrpublishing.
One of our first releases will be the beginning of January, and will be the audiobook to our already published fantasy adventure novel Winds of Fate (found on Amazon at the moment).
I am super stoked to be getting into my own work in audiobooks!!
And I still plan on finishing Flight to Freedom. A couple chapters in Leo and Feronia's story yet, my lovelies!
I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this.
I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head.
Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away.
So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out.
I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot
A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, a Leonardo/OC romance, that takes place after the events in Out of the Shadows.
My first attempt at fanfiction, figured I would post it as I finish a section, almost like mini chapters. I will probably edit and clean it up as I go.
Chapter Thirteen
There was this…thing…hanging over her, a thing Feronia could not figure out. Intangible and elusive, and yet it was something that strung coils of unease deep in her belly. And the most frustrating element of it? Feronia did not know exactly where it stemmed from.
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