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The Beryllium Chalice

Some people say a good romance is hard to find. Well, I say that they are wrong. Having just finished The Beryllium Chalice by author Iris WoodburyFinal Beryllium Chalice, let me assure you that this is a first rate romance with lots of drama, plenty of action, and more Greek deities than even I thought was possible. I would like to take a moment here to give a shout out to author Iris Woodbury. As a debut novel, this is a fantastic voyage into the depths of the heart and mind. I found the characters to be charming and wholly relatable in their struggles. The story itself was a crazy fun rollercoaster of ups and downs which kept me enthralled from beginning to end. This is a novel I fully believe will captivate readers of all ages.

Dryad Flora thought she had everything. A handsome husband, a gorgeous grove where she can live with her oak and her flowers, and the best of friends. The only bad thing in her idyllic life is her father in law, Hades, the God of the Underworld. Yet when her husband is murdered and Flora stands accused of the crime and banished from her home on Mount Olympus, her entire world is turned completely upside down. Flora knows that something is not right. She knows that her father in law is up to something. But now that she’s been given as a slave to one of his other sons, she can’t do anything. Flora knows that The Beryllium Chalice has been stolen, and she knows who did it. Flora is ordered to retrieve it. She joins up with Kytos, a soldier who believes that the Gods are infallible, and Redwood, a satyr that is constantly aroused. In Flora’s eyes, the situation looks hopeless. Can these three unlikely companions save Olympus and bring The Beryllium Chalice back home to restore life on Olympus? Or is this all an effort in futility, destined to fail?

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Thank you for reading!

Iris.

 

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Why I Write? It’s All About Calvin. #amsg #musapublishing

I’ve read lots of articles on the theory of writing. You know, the hook, the ending, character development, show vs. tell etc. etc. bla bla bla. All good things and each one dismissed at your peril. But that’s not what I wanted to blog about today. Not the how, but the why.

I love writing. Especially the middle part because when I’m there I’m hunting for the end. Like many writers, I go in with a concept, but once the characters start living and breathing, the story can take twists and turns I never expected. And suddenly, there you are, half way through your latest work and you’re like shit, my endings not going to work!

Final Beryllium ChaliceSO WHAT DO YOU DO? I know some writers just write and write and write, feeling their way back to the path, and judging by countless books I’ve read, somehow they make it through. But you can feel this phase in their writing. No matter how great the overall story is; when you reach that point, wherever it is, you feel lost.

Perhaps I’ve got a mutant gene, I don’t know, but when I’m there I sort of slow down and listen to my characters. It’s around that time that my muse buddy, Calvin, generally shows up. He whispers something in my ear, breathing a special word that mysteriously pops into my head and suddenly POOF, everything is clear.

Perhaps you can relate. I guess its like the thrill of the chase, because when Calvin sprinkles his magic juju beans, it’s like the fire has returned; the one that sparked when the initial concept first arrived unannounced in my head. And that is why I write. Because when Calvin comes, and he’s as regular as clockwork, I know there is true magic in the world, and I get my writer’s high. I love it.

Thanks for reading, Iris.

Oh, PS. The Beryllium Chalice on sale. Click here for the shiny low price (limited time deal thingy.)

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For now, here’s a free excerpt!

Perhaps he left for only a few seconds, but to Flora, blind and naked in a strange place, it felt like an eternity. She stood vulnerable and trembling, and felt more fear than she’d ever known before. Her empty stomach roared for attention, and if she did not eat soon, she would faint. She had need of Dero’s courage, and she turned the ring still on her finger. A warm sensation crept through her tired limbs and her hunger faded at once, but not even Dero’s magic was enough to erase her fear of pain. What will he do to me? What form will the sacrifice take? How much will I suffer?

She did not have to wonder long for the mage soon returned.

“Come,” Maljandra said. He took her hand and led her forward. Slowly, they walked down a couple of steps and then water rose over her foot. As they descended the steps, the water rose up her legs and she realized they were in a pool. This must be his bathing chamber. The water was warm and soothed her blood-stained skin. Nevertheless she advanced cautiously, and her legs locked, afraid she might slip and fall. As he brushed by her, Flora felt the wizard’s bare skin and knew he’d undressed to bathe her.

The slightly rough surface of a sponge rubbed across her body as the mage wiped away the stench of stale blood and the dungeon. He washed her slowly and carefully, and left no part of her body untouched. She trembled with every stroke, and she sensed her fear pleased him. As his hands washed her hair, he was close up against her, and Flora felt both his desire and frustration.

“Do you always do as you’re told?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Ragnold is your master, is he not? You are in his service and do his dirty work.” She put her hand on his bare chest. “Set me free and I could reward you. Return my sight to me and help me escape.”

Maljandra’s hand cupped her right breast and he caressed it gently. “You want me to set you free?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, I beg you, let me go.”

He squeezed, but the pain she felt in her breast was nothing to the pain she felt throughout her body. It twisted within her, eating into every part of her, leaving nothing unscathed by its sharp teeth. A scream tore from her, leaving her throat raw, followed by another. She screamed more than she’d ever done before.

“And who would free me from the wrath of Hades?” he asked. His breath was hot against her ear. “You think me as weak as any mortal man? Do you think the temptation of a little dryad would easily turn me? Know this, foolish woman. You’ll remain blind till I take you to the temple. I’ll restore your sight long enough for you to see Ragnold’s gauntlet rip out your heart.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Patti2Iris Woodbury writes fantasy and children’s literature. It all started when, for her sister’s sanity, she was asked to calm down two naughty nieces who were fighting in the back of the car, Iris created a story: ‘Pixies in the Hedgerow.’ She told them about the tiny people who lived beneath the hedges, and how they had great adventures, and would do anything to keep their world secret from the Big Folk. From Bexley to Hastings, the two children were glued to the window, watching for the tiny pixies Iris promised were hiding in the shrubs. After that the two girls couldn’t get enough of their mad aunt’s stories, and Iris has been making up tales ever since. Her preferred genres are fantasy and children’s literature, though Iris has a special place in her heart for short stories.  She has four stories available for download with http://www.alfiedog.com which is one of the biggest short story download sites in the world and a novel with Musa Publishing, LLC.

She also writes pretty much anything that comes into her head on her blog, https://iriswoodbury.wordpress.com/

You can reach Iris at IrisWoodbury@yahoo.com.

Connect with Iris on social media. She always follows back.

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Recent publications by Iris Woodbury:

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 If you buy it, I hope you enjoy reading it!

Thanks, and best wishes – Iris Woodbury!

The Beryllium Chalice #ASMSG #Fantasy #Excerpt #Mythology

UraniaFINALHi all,

It’s been a few weeks since my fantasy novel, The Beryllium Chalice was released. I’ve been delighted with the feedback I’ve had so far – and in the flush of its success am furiously working on another just like it. More on that later though. TBC is full of action and adventure – if you love Greek Mythology, with flawed heroes, strong warrior-women, all set at odds against bone-chilling monsters, then this is the book for you. If your taste also runs the gambit of emotions – from laugher to tears – you will not be disappointed either.

Anyway, what I wanted to share with you now was the official excerpt from the book. So here goes:

Flora climbed down from her horse. She would not confess any weakness to her captor, but she was unused to riding, and her limbs were sore. She welcomed the chance to rest. Kytos noticed her grimace as she dismounted. “You’ll get used to it,” he said.

“Like I have a choice,” she retorted.

She rubbed her backside while Kytos took some packages from his horse’s pack. He sat down on a rock and pulled out meat wrapped in paper. He attacked it with gusto.

“I can see you haven’t eaten for a while,” said Flora.

“Warriors have little time to eat. When I feel hunger, I eat, and I’m starving now.”

She couldn’t determine what beast the meat had come from as she watched Kytos devour the dead thing with interest. As his first pangs of hunger were sated, he looked at her and misjudged her interest. He offered some of his dinner to her. “I thank you, but no, I do not eat the flesh of animals.”

“Is that a girl thing?”

“No, it is a dryad thing. Meat is poison to me and others of my kind.”

“Suit yourself.”

He rose to his feet, still chewing on his hunk of meat. He walked a few feet behind her, until his footsteps came to a stop.

“You might want to gather some of these to keep you from starving. You’ll find little else once we get to the Widden Mountains, for the pass is barren. And these berries will cost us nothing.”

She looked behind her to see what he was looking at. Beautiful white berries adorned an herbaceous plant. Dread shot through her. She jumped to her feet, and ran to where he stood. Before Kytos could unsheathe his sword to defend himself, she placed her hand on his wrist.

“My people call those the sleeping death. I think you would call them the berries of Korymbus. Our children are warned to keep away for a single berry can stop a heart before the juice leaves your lips. I thank you, but, no, I think I’ll pass. I suggest you do, too.”

He shrugged but appeared surprised by her intervention. “Suit yourself. In any case, there will be provisions enough for our journey in the city of Bartom. Anything can be bought there for a price.”

“Is the city much further?”

“A few hours’ ride, no more.”

As Kytos finished the last piece of meat, he looked thoughtfully at the berry bush. “A wiser prisoner might have let me continue and then you would be free.”

“I have no stomach for murder.”

“The gods have decreed otherwise.”

Flora frowned as a stone settled against her heart. “The gods are wrong.” – See more at: Musa Publishing.

 

 

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Fare thee well. Thank you for checking me out!

Stay warm and toasty!

Iris

Final Beryllium Chalice

THE BERYLLIUM CHALICE – Musa Publishing – Available Feb 28, 2014

“When sacrifice of blood is made,

Only then allegiance it will trade”
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"When sacrifice of blood is made, Only then allegiance it will trade"

“When sacrifice of blood is made, Only then allegiance it will trade”

Flora, a dryad accused of murder and exiled from Mount Olympus…

Kytos, a battle-weary warrior who follows orders and believes the gods can’t be wrong…

Redwood, a fun-loving and perpetually aroused satyr…

What could these three possibly have in common? The Beryllium Chalice, the source of all life and power on Mount Olympus. With the chalice stolen from Mount Olympus by Hades, the other gods will weaken and Hades will be free to overthrow them and take control of the world. The only thing standing between the God of Death and his treacherous scheme are Flora, Kytos, and Redwood. They must band together to steal back The Beryllium Chalice and return it. In spite of their differences, can the three companions get the chalice and return it to Mount Olympus in time to save the gods and the world? – See more at: http://musapublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=6&products_id=746#sthash.ptnzJ2SL.8AOTrFf3.dpuf

Click to buy The Beryllium Chalice