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The cover is tentative as is the title, but it represents my thoughts at this point in the writing of this new book! It will be another fantasy and will take place not in the current day or in the future but in the past—AD1, in ancient Ireland. It is my goal to write this book in a way that truly exemplifies that moment in Ireland's history while still making it a fictional tale that is fantastical in nature.
I have already done a tremendous amount of research for the book, and the main character, Ailionn (pronounced AH-lin), could actually have been the name of a female living in Ireland at that time. I am extremely excited about the project, but I am very aware of the amount of work it will take to write such a book in a way that does Ireland, the characters, and the story justice.
Not only have I already done a lot of research for the project, but I have also started writing it. I will share the first few paragraphs in Chapter 1 to provide a small window into Ailionn.
As always, thank you for reading my blog and being interested in my work. And for those of you who have read one or more of my six published novels, I will work as hard as possible to make Ailionn one of my best!
Excerpt from the beginning of Chapter 1 of Ailionn!
Pleased with the hunt, Ailionn stepped into the darkened souterrain—the limestone cave she had inhabited and flourished in over the last eight years—and placed the two long-eared giorria, dangling lifeless at her side, on a pelt alongside the fire at the entrance. The fire’s embers were still glowing, providing warmth and minimal light inside her home. She could see that no other creatures had entered while she had been out hunting, so she laid her spear and knife against the wall and removed her hooded mantle and leather shoes.
More comfortable, Ailionn sat down by the fire, sighed, stoked it with fresh wood, and took a drink of ale from the leather flask looped in the sash at her waist. The taste of it made her think back and remember that it had actually been years since she had carried anything in that flask but ale.
Shortly after arriving in this new home, she recalled becoming severely ill. She could not eat or drink and was alone, suffering terribly. As luck would have it, however, the next day, a healer named Niamh from the nearby village of Cluain-Dabhail was out collecting herbs. She passed by the souterrain and heard someone moaning. Upon entering, she discovered a young woman sweating and gravely ill. Niamh took pity on her and immediately reached for the herbs she had been collecting, making a tea to help calm and treat the poor girl.
As the days passed, Niamh visited Ailionn many times. She continued her treatments and, because of the danger Ailionn had put herself in, also explained that water from streams and lakes could sometimes cause this illness and that ale was actually much safer to drink. Ailionn had come to trust Niamh and take her advice, especially when it came to the deadly sickness she had just endured. She asked whether Niamh could teach her how to make her own ale.
From that time until now, Ailionn has religiously made the ale, using her skills as a hunter-gatherer to trade whatever she could for the malted barley needed to make it. But she did something else as well: she added her knowledge of wild herbs and plants to create an ale that better suited her taste, providing a much heartier drink in the bargain. It was so much better, in fact, that Niamh and many others from her village began trading with Ailionn for the ale she made.
Remembering all this brought a smile to Ailionn’s lips as she continued to sip from her flask and catch her breath from her early-morning hunt. She relaxed just a little more before skinning and preparing the two giorria for cooking, and noticed that the fire was burning strong now—strongly enough to catch her eye. Its multi-coloured flames moved and danced to their own rhythm. And as they did, Ailionn once again saw something that she had noticed several times over the years: floating among the flames, it looked as if two darkly focused eyes had emerged from the blaze to stare at her intently—almost as if they were attempting to pull her in and capture her there forever.
In the past, before this happened, she had never been warned as to when or why it would occur, and this time was no different. However, she somehow always seemed to know how to make the eyes go away: she would shake her head and blink hard several times until she could no longer see them.
Ailionn understood that it was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her. It had to be, as the eyes eventually always faded from sight. Nevertheless, their appearance left her confused and questioning—until the next time…
