Enchantment
is a crucial ingredient in any story.
A Welsh toadstool, pictured near magical Betws y Coed in Snowdonia |
A writer should throw in as much delight
into her stories as possible. In I Rhiannon 1&2 (free on Kindle now)
I sprinkle a lot of fairy dust around. The story is set in a magical Wales
where fairies and elves lurk in shadows. Immortal Druids and Druidesses lead
the festivals that mark out the Celtic year and bards spice the tribespeople’s
lives with ancient stories told around a dancing fire. Here is an extract from Book
2:
“This
Gwyn ap Nudd,” the one-eyed bard was telling them, “is the God of the Dead. It
is he who is Chief of the elves we call the bendith y maumau. They live
on fairy islands off the coast quite near here and are expert gardeners,
growing orchids that swallow all pests, roses whose perfume, if distilled,
would ensure that even the ugliest woman snare a husband, and forget-me-nots
which, if pressed and dried and crushed into a powder worn on the eyelids,
enable one not only to see all that has passed, but all that is in the future.”
A fairy wren from Western Australia -- magic!! |
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