Not Your Average Bee Keeper …

Well, my electricity is out for the day due to ‘maintenance’. No problem. I’ll simply sit here growling softly to myself, fiddling on my phone and running its battery down. I don’t mind the inconvenience and pain-in-the-butt timing. (I crossed my fingers when I typed that people). I had only planned to finish and whoosh Silva out later tonight to anyone still awake and keen to start reading it. But that’s okay. That’s fine.

Thankfully, I printed the whole thing out last night so at least I can do the last minute tweaks on paper – just as we did back in the dark ages.

And then wait for the power company to hook me back up …

So, what does one do when foiled? Look for distractions on the internet, of course. (Until their battery runs down). I found a nice one to share… Here’s a diverting bee keeper called Ton.

This has to be a Nima Benati shot as it has all her trademarks – stunning styling, composition and the coolest of colours. And Ton!

Now, time to stop whining and get back to work …

Silva – Rock Romance – Siren’s Wave Book 2

Going cross-eyed doing the last little bit of editing … Editing

Excerpt from SOUNDCHECK chapter – The Silva boys feeling the strain. It’s hard to find snippets that don’t give away the big crisis in this book!

“You are a one syllable guy this afternoon,” said Zave. “Don’t sweat it. We won’t put it in tonight’s set. Problem solved.”

“But I want to try it on a crowd. See if it flys. It’s just hard to sing though. Hurts even.”

Nate kicked at his pedal board. “Shit the overdrive’s moving. Raff! I need a cable tie. Let’s hope no one likes it and then you’ll never ever have to do it live again.”

Bran sighed and dropped to the floor. He played a haunting riff that echoed out over the arena and made everyone stand still.

Nate laughed. “Purple Rain?”

Smirking, Bran sang the opening to Prince’s opus. The lines about not wanting to cause trouble. Or pain. When he got to the part about wanting to see them laughing, Nate used his boot to push him over.

“Listen, you lot might not have lives, but I’ve got places to go,” whined Ben. “Get up off the floor and finish this shit. And stop looking like such a sad little baby foal.”

“There’s no such thing as a baby foal.” Tuning his guitar to open G, Bran looked up and laughed. “It’s just foal.”

Ben looked around for backup. “Bullshit. Baby foals are a thing, aren’t they, Dave?”

“No,” boomed Silva’s manager from the front row seats. “They’re just foals.”

“Whatever.” Ben lifted his guitar over his head. “You’re so basic.”

Bran snorted. “You are.” Raising his eyebrows at Ben, he played the opening riff to ‘Dirt’.

“Jesus, speaking of babies. I’m not wasting anymore time on your stop-start diva crap.” Sneering, Ben put his bass on a stand. “I’m outta here. Bouncing big time.”

“Okay, sure. Could you do me a favour and go directly to a streetball court? Someone there might bounce you on your fucking head for us. And don’t forget about the TV thing at the hotel later. I’m not doing it by myself,” Bran yelled at Ben’s back.

Without turning, Ben gave him the finger and kept walking.

“Chill, man,” said Nate. “I can do that Beat interview with you if he doesn’t show.”

“I hate it when he says bounce. He sounds like a wanker. He’s worse than Zave these days.”

Zave thumped his kick drum. “Hey, I can hear you.”

 

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Bran the Blessed, Celtic God of Regeneration … raven.

Throughout history, gorgeously Gothic ravens received a bad rap. From Middle Eastern, Norse and Celtic mythology to Egar Allan Poe’s dramatic poem, their dark allure sends a shiver running through us with ease. They’ve been depicted as oracles, tricksters, and messengers of ill omens. What power, exactly, does Bran need to harness from his glossy namesakes? Regeneration perhaps or something a little more sinister?

“And being called Bran, how did that come about?”

“Nate, in high school.”

“Do you know about the Celtic legends? About Bran the Blessed, the Raven? God of regeneration etcetera?”

“Nate’s brought it up over the years. Usually, when he wants to be a pain.”

Beth ignored the warning. “And your mum is the only person who doesn’t call you Bran?”

Staring stonily at Beth, he gave her a barely discernible nod.

“Middle name?” she asked, allowing no quarter.

“Henrik,” he said flatly.

Henrik? Alexander Henrik Brantsen.” Beth laughed loudly.

“Shit, you even know my last name?” He gave her a look of mock suspicion, trying for levity but not quite managing it.

“I aim to know a lot more about you, Bran. So, where are your parents from?”

His eyes skated over to Ava’s then back to Beth’s. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, all signs of playfulness gone. “The Netherlands.”

Dix’s wife, Beth, interrogating Bran at Izzy’s party.

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The Seven Raven’s by H. Koppdelaney