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Falling Into Light

 

Falling Into Light

Published by Blair MacKinnon at Shakespir

 

Copyright 2016 Blair MacKinnon

 

 

 

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Table of Contents

 

Glastonbury

 

Hunter

 

Priestess

 

Mother

 

Guardian

 

Acknowledgements

 

About Blair MacKinnon

 

Connect with Blair MacKinnon

 

 

Glastonbury

 

Sunlight dancing – off windows, in hair. Conversation and laughter mingle with the song of a modern troubadour sitting at the Market Cross. Savoury aromas and incense tickle my nose. A perfect summer’s day in Glastonbury Market, a delicious 100 Monkeys lunch inside me and yet ….. and yet, I am restless, unquiet.

 

I gaze at my reflection, troubled. The young man in the tie-die T-shirt and jeans reflected in the bookshop window looks like me – tall, tousled sandy hair over blue eyes inset in a friendly, freckly face – but he seems lost, lacking depth, hollow. And there it is again, pricking at the back of my mind, that feeling that there is something I should be doing, some purpose I should be following. I hear Taylor Swift singing as a car passes by and I shake off my unsettled mood, dismiss the pricking thought. Life is good just drifting with the flow, seeing what there is to see, experiencing what there is to experience. I am a leaf on life’s wind and perfectly content with that. My smile reasserts itself and I resume my stroll down the High Street.

 

A sparkling flash of rainbows comes towards me, abruptly interrupting my sunny mood. I catch it reflexively. A small clear quartz crystal sheds shards of rainbow light in my hand.

 

“Well caught young sir.”

 

I turn to see an old woman, silver-grey hair over a smiling face that holds the weight of ages in its wrinkles. Crystals sparkle in the sun from her ears and around her neck. Her dress is a work of art, an iridescent teal blue embroidered with fantastical creatures. I see unicorns, griffins and a phoenix rising from the flames. She looks small and frail, barely coming up to my shoulders in her worn leather sandals. Her eyes though, her eyes are deep green pools that touch my soul. I find myself unable to move.

 

“I believe I have some words that you need to hear, Garyth” she continues in her soft voice. There is a trace of an accent – Italian? Spanish? Something else? And how did she know my name?

 

There is an air of stillness about her so profound it seems she is a still point around which I and the rest of the universe are revolving. She smiles, showing perfect white teeth, as she dips into her brightly coloured shoulder bag and pulls out an amethyst pendant. She holds out her hand to me, palm up. The pendant swings in a slow circle, its silver chain wrapped around her fingers. I notice her nails are opalescent swirls of colour. Her voice is gentle as she says:

 

“My name is Iridis, please take my hand.”

 

I do so and fall into darkness.

 

Hunter

 

There are no words, only sensations – sight, sound, touch, smell and ….. understanding. Hot sun on my shoulders, I smell grass and dust, I feel the grass under my feet, I hear them pounding on the ground. I, no we, we are running. A woman runs beside me, dark-skinned, curly black hair, clutching a child to her – our child. She is Sun – her smile is like the rising sun in the morning. Our child is Sky – the sky lives in her eyes. We run on a grassy plain that stretches either side of us. Our breathing is becoming ragged, we are tiring but that which pursues us is deadly and will not give up the chase. We must keep going. Ahead of us a rocky cliff-face rises skyward. Safety beckons if we can find a way to climb it. I glance behind. Yes, the beast still follows us. We must find a way, we must.

 

The ground is stony now, sharp rocks everywhere, and we slow our pace – a fall here would be death. We reach the cliff-face, feel the sun’s heat reflected from it. It rises sheer above us, featureless, smooth – there is no escape here. Frantic, I search for anything I can use as a weapon but there are only rocks and they will not be enough. I have only my knife, my spear was lost when the beast attacked us. I hear a cry. I look up and Sun is beckoning me to come to her, she has found something. There has been a land-slip where she stands, a boulder strewn slope leads to the cliff-top. It will not stop the beast but it offers hope. Stones scatter under our feet and clatter down the slope as we scramble upwards. Gasping for breath we reach the top. We are very tired, we may have to stand and face the beast before exhaustion takes us. I look downwards and the beast is at the bottom of the slope, carefully picking its way upward. A large boulder rests precariously at the top of the slope. Sun and I look at each other, sharing the same thought, surely it will not take much to push it down the slope onto the beast. She places our child carefully on the ground and we move to the boulder. One glance between us and we push with all that we have left. It rocks back and forth, back and forth. Stones crunch, it is going, it is going, it’s gone. Slowly at first the boulder rolls down the slope. Gaining speed it crashes into another boulder and one becomes two, then three, four. Crashing and roaring the rockslide engulfs the beast. A howling, snarling cry echoes as a dust cloud rises and obscures everything from view.

 

In the silence, I can only hear our breathing and the soft cries of our child. We hurry over and Sun picks her up and comforts her. She has been so brave, our Sky, so brave. The click of stone tumbling over stone freezes me in dread. The sound comes again and again. I look down the slope and see the head of the beast emerging from the dust cloud. Slowly the rest of its body appears. It is hurt, limping on one of its hind legs, blood flowing from numerous cuts but still it comes. I look into its eyes and shiver – I’ve seen that dead-eyed stare before, only death will stop the beast now. We help each other up, turn and stumble across the stony plateau, getting as far away as we can. It is the only thing we can do now. A great chasm halts us, stretching as far as I can see on either side of us. We hold onto to each other desperately, it is the only thing keeping us upright. A low snarl, we turn and see the beast has reached the top of the slope. A tug on my arm, I don’t move, transfixed by the sight of the beast. And another, more insistent – I look to my left and see a rock bridge that crosses the chasm at its narrowest point. We stagger over to it. It is some ten strides wide but narrows to a single stride halfway across. And it is crumbling, I see chunks of rock falling off it into the void. There is no choice, we must risk this, the beast is already halfway across the plateau. I step onto the bridge, a strong dry wind whips hair about my face. The bridge is shuddering under my feet, I look at my love and we shrug, what else can we do but go on? We make our way past piles of rock strewn across the bridge and reach the point where it abruptly narrows. The shuddering is stronger here. Carefully, I step forward. One step, two. There is a loud crack and the ground falls away under my feet – I’m falling. Strong arms grab hold of me and haul me back to more solid ground. We hold onto each other, shivering uncontrollably. A coughing roar forces us to break and turn around – the beast has reached the bridge and our last hope of escape is gone.

 

So we stand on the remains of the bridge as the wind howls around us – man, woman, child, beast. Sheer precipices surround us on three sides, there is nowhere to run to, no escape from the beast. I turn to Sun and my daughter – there is no fear in their eyes, only love. The beast growls, deep, throaty, hungry. I turn to face her, this close I can see she is a female – tall as me, colour of dark sand, pink tongue licking incisors. She is relaxed now, sure of her prey, already tasting our flesh in her mind. I look at the mother of our child. We clasp hands and acceptance of what must be done flows between us. I kiss my daughter’s forehead – look after your mother little one, she will have need of your strength. There is a pile of rocks to my left, I edge towards it. The beast stops, watches, then resumes her approach to the woman and child – easier prey, it has been a long, hot, painful chase. I see old scars on her side – she has fought our kind before and won. Reaching the rock pile I shout at the beast. She turns her head towards me then disdainfully flicks an ear, dismissing me, as if to say I’ll deal with you later little man. I pick a rock up and throw it in one motion. It crashes into her eye. Hissing and spitting she turns to me. I hurl more rocks and she backs away. Almost, she goes over the edge but scrambles back. She is hurt, angry and focussed on me. The last rock hits her on the nose. Enraged she charges, my knife bites deep as she crashes into me and we go over the edge. I fall into darkness knowing my daughter and her mother will live.

 

Priestess

 

Darkness and then – I am standing in a great hall. White marble walls circle around me. The infinity of the night sky swirls above – stars and planets glow in the deep midnight blue of the domed ceiling. Alcove lanterns give light. This is a sacred place, dedicated to the Earth Goddess, my Goddess. The walls are decorated with Her symbols – the triple spiral, the tree of life and the spiral goddess. Through a semi-circular entrance I can see Eryssen, the mountain that towers over Erys, our island home. Steam, lit by a fiery red glow from beneath, is rising into the night air from its peak. And I wait. I have made my peace with my Goddess and I am ready to give my life in Her service. I am charged to protect Her people and this I will do. Silently, I pray for forgiveness for what I will have to do, in this place, in order to do this. I know She will hear me and forgive. Fiery red flickers on the entrance portal – the town below is ablaze. The Moryx, slavers, murderers, looters and worse, have come. They will have found little to satisfy them, the townspeople have made their way through the passage at the rear of the temple to the secret harbour. They need time to make good their escape. And so I wait.

 

Footfalls, leather on stone, the clink of chainmail, heavy breathing. I smile grimly, it is a steep climb to the temple. Two figures loom in the doorway, backlit in flickering red. Tall, bulky in their mail and leather armour, they hold spears in one hand and have drawn swords in the other. Advance scouts? Chancers looking for easy loot? It matters not. They see a tall slight figure robed in black, hood drawn down hiding the face, holding a deep brown ironwood staff. Scarlet nails gleam on the hand holding the staff. They take a moment to take stock of what they are seeing – I am not what they expected to find – before speaking.

 

“Well, what ‘ave we ‘ere Garat?”

 

“Looks like sport t’me Merk.”

 

“Lad or lass, what d’you think?”

 

“All the same t’me Merk, sport is sport.”

 

Garat, the one on my right, takes a step forward and contorts his scarred face into what I imagine he thinks is an ingratiating grin.

 

“Now then laddie or lass, do you play nice with us and we’ll all ‘ave a bit o’ fun. Well we will any roads, won’t we Merk.” They both break into wheezy laughs.

 

I remain motionless and silent. I think my stillness is unnerving them a little – good.

 

“Nothing to say then? Well, easy or ‘ard we’ll ‘ave our fun.” Garat again and with that both move towards me. They’ve sheathed their swords and propped their spears against the wall – big mistake. And they’ve taken off their helmets – even bigger mistake.

 

I wait until they are one pace away from me and I can smell their stink. One pace back and I whip the staff in a whistling upward arc into Garat’s crotch. Eyes bulging in shock and pain he collapses in a heap on the floor. Merk makes a grab for the dagger at his belt. Too slow, my staff crashes into his temple and he crumples to the floor. Garat’s moans are silenced by a quick tap on his head. I drag their unconscious bodies to the doorway and roll them down the rocky hillside, throwing their weapons after them. I see torches coming up the path to the temple –five, six, no, seven. Picking up a couple of rocks I wait until the torch carriers are in range then send the rocks arcing downwards, one after the other. Loud cries tell me they have hit their marks. Down to six now. That will slow them down, more precious minutes gained for my people. I return to the centre of the hall and wait.

 

Scuffling and whispers outside the doorway tell me they are here. They have an officer with them who orders two to enter the temple. They enter tentatively, unsure of what they will find but alert none-the-less. The surprise on their faces when they see me is almost comical, almost. One calls back to the officer outside.

 

“Sir, there is only one and” he squints at my hand holding the staff, “it’s just a girl.”

 

The officer is clearly skeptical. “Talk sense man, one girl cannot have knocked out three of our men.” Ah, it seems they have found Merk and Garat.

 

“Sir, there is no-one else here and there is nowhere to hide.” He’s wrong about that but there is only me here to stop them.

 

The rest are ordered in and they fan out along the walls, two to my right and three to my left. The officer comes in last and stands in the doorway. His gaze flicks around the hall and finally focuses on me.

 

“You! You’re the one who took out three of my men?” He can’t keep the incredulity out of his voice.

 

Time to introduce myself. I slip the robe off and stand revealed – a tall young woman in tight fitting black tunic, breeches and boots. Hair the colour of fiery molten rock cascades over my shoulders and down my back. I brush back my hair from my face to show the third eye tattoo on my forehead. There are audible gasps around me.

 

“Merel, Temple Guardian of our Goddess of the Earth. At your service.”

 

I make a sweeping bow, never taking my eyes off the soldiers that surround me. There is nothing of respect in that bow and the officer knows it. I continue:

 

“You may leave now and live…….for a time anyway. If you stay, you will share Merk and Garat’s fate. This is not a threat, merely a statement.” I raise the staff so it is in both hands and horizontal in front of me. “This is Astraea, she doesn’t take kindly to those who do not respect the sacredness of this place.” I whirl the staff above my head, then whip it down into my right hand, held out in the ready position. I move side on to the officer and extend my left arm, palm up.

 

“But, if you believe you can best me, then…”, I pause and slowly beckon to the officer with the fingers of my left hand, “come on, who wishes to be first to meet Astraea.” I smile. I’ve already mapped out my next moves in my mind, so I’m ready for what happens next.

 

“Kill her!” the officer is apoplectic with rage. His men hesitate and he explodes “Kill her! She is one girl. Kill her!”

 

Rage wins over hesitancy and they come at me from all sides, swords drawn. I take on the two to my right, moving quickly. Astraea swings into the first man’s knee and he is down. I duck under the second one’s sword thrust and take his legs from under him with a sweep kick. As he falls I kick the first one’s sword from his grasp, sending it clattering into the wall. One swing from Astraea and the second man is done. The other three have barely reached the centre of the hall. Using Astraea I vault into the one in the middle, sending him crashing into the wall. Rolling away from him I swing Astraea into the second man’s midriff, then bring her down on his helmeted head. He is on the floor before the third can turn round fully. Madness in his eyes he charges onto Astraea. Using his momentum I lift him up and over me. He crashes to the floor as I land on one knee, my back to the officer. Screaming, he charges me. A quick backward thrust to the heart and he is down.

 

I stand and look around me. Five bodies lie about the floor. The officer and one other are dead, the rest unconscious. The one with the broken leg has managed to crawl outside. Good, I am done with violence. The rest I will leave to my Goddess. Tears flowing I drag the bodies outside and send them down the hillside, then clean Astraea in a small spring. Life is too precious to be wasted like this. I walk back to the far end of the hall and sit, legs crossed with Astraea across my knees. Silently, I pray for the souls of those I have just killed while I weep for them. Warped and twisted as they were they were not born into this world as murderers. I pray they make better choices next time around. The loving presence of my Goddess surrounds me as I sit – comforting, supporting, strengthening. But I feel Her deep, deep anger towards the Moryx, it is not a good idea to get on her bad side. There is nothing to do now but wait, so I clear my mind, find my inner stillness, close my eyes and wait.

 

A timeless period later the sounds of boots on stone and rough, angry voices come to me. I hear them file into the hall, filling it with sound of leather scuffing on marble and low mutterings. The mutterings cease – strong, confident footsteps approach.

 

“So, this is the demon that has broken the skulls of so many of my men. Well girl, what say you to this? Are you responsible?” This is a voice used to command and used to giving orders that are obeyed without question – their leader.

 

I open my eyes and rise in one fluid motion. “Merel, Temple Guardian of our Goddess of the Earth. At your service.” I keep my voice and expression neutral. Now is not the time to be antagonistic, my people need a little more time to get clear of the island. Deep underground, the pressure is building, I can feel my Goddess’s anger rising to the surface. I am silent and still.

 

“Well girl, do you stand aside and live or do you die here, alone. But one way or another, this ends now.”

 

I remain silent and still, barring their way. He motions a line of crossbowmen to the fore.

 

“Your sacrifice here is meaningless, girl. If we don’t catch up with them at the harbour my ships will intercept them before they can get away and we will have our bounty. Your Goddess will not save you or your people.” He raises one arm ready to signal the crossbowmen. Time to speak.

 

“This is no sacrifice for me. This is what I do, what I choose to do. Protect good people from the likes of you. I do not fear death, it is but the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. And I am not alone, my Goddess is with me. But you are right about one thing, this does indeed end now.”

 

The first tremors shake the temple hall. Cries of alarm come from the Moryx.

 

“I think you have forgotten where you are, Moryx Lord. This is the island of Erys and it is sacred to our Goddess of the Earth. You have defiled it and greatly angered my Goddess.” The Earth shakes again and cracks start to appear in the walls. The soldiers are terrified now, scrambling to escape the hall. Their leader snatches a crossbow from one of his men and takes aim at me but another tremor throws him to the ground. I raise my voice:

 

“That is the voice of my Goddess. Are you listening Moryx lord? She speaks to you.”

 

The shaking stops and there are a few brief seconds of silence before an ear-splitting roar shatters the air. Eryssen’s peak has exploded in fire and smoke. Balls of molten rock smash into the docked Moryxan ships, setting them ablaze and sinking them. The land heaves and shakes and with it the temple hall. The walls and the floor crack open, then shatter apart. The Moryx fall into the violently churning sea below, together with splintered marble blocks and chunks of rock as the cliff opposite disintegrates. Finally, the floor beneath me gives way and I fall into darkness and the loving embrace of my Goddess.

 

Mother

 

Beep……beep…….beep……beep

 

The steady beep of the heart monitor lets me know where I am as I drift back to consciousness. Hospital. I feel the life inside me stir. Patience little one, it is not your time yet. I move a hand to cover my bulging belly and the calmness returns.

 

“Hannah?”

 

I open my eyes and see a beloved face – Ben, my husband, lover, father. I smile but I can see tears rolling down his cheeks. I see love, relief and grief in his face as he takes hold of my hand.

 

“Hello love, how did I get here? What happened?”

 

“You started feeling really unwell so I called an ambulance. You collapsed as they arrived. The paramedics were wonderful, they gave you CPR, got you stabilised and then rushed us here.” He sees the unasked questions in my eyes. “The doctors say our baby is fine, all the tests they’ve done say she is healthy and well.”

 

It’s odd, I’m not feeling relieved at this news. It’s as if I already know our daughter is well. And if she is well, then….

 

“Ben, tell me, tell me everything.”

 

Colour drains from Ben’s face, he is struggling to come to terms with what he knows. I give his hand a big squeeze.

 

“Just tell me Ben. It’s OK, just tell me.”

 

“Oh Han, there’s so little time. They,” he points at two doctors standing at the end of the bed, “they’re asking me to make a decision and I can’t, I just can’t. But I have to or I could lose both you and our baby and there’s so little time.”

 

The anguish in his face, his voice, stabs into me but I find a smile, squeeze his hand again.

 

“Go on Ben. I’m strong enough, really I am.”

 

He takes a few breaths, then, in a quiet strong voice he tells me.

 

“The doctors say that there is something wrong with your heart, a weakness that has been hidden until now. They say than can correct what’s wrong but they need to operate now, before your heart is placed under any more strain.” He takes a few more deep breaths before continuing. I can see how hard it is for him to stay calm and keep himself together for me. I love him so much and I’ve never been prouder of him than at this moment. “But there’s a strong possibility the procedure and the drugs they will need to use will hurt our baby. And they think you’re unlikely to survive if we allow the pregnancy to go to term without the operation. Even a Caesarean would put too much strain on your heart. Oh Han, we’ve got to decide now and I don’t know what to do, I don’t.” Tears are flowing down his cheeks and my heart goes out to him.

 

Somehow, this isn’t a shock – again it seems as if I already knew this, felt the weakness in my body. I feel my daughter stir again inside me – I think she knows and is telling me she wants to be born now. Resolution and clarity come, I know what I must do now. I must help Ben make the decision. I wipe the tears from his face.

 

“Ben, we cannot do anything that will hurt our baby. We cannot. We could not live with ourselves if we saved my life at the expense of hers. You know we couldn’t.” Words won’t come but he slowly nods in agreement. “I can feel her, she’s been knocking on the door for a while, she knows she has to come into the world now. Promise me Ben, promise me our baby comes first. You must promise, Ellie comes first.”

 

He starts to argue then sees absolute determination in my eyes and he nods once, tears in his eyes.

 

“But I can’t lose you. I…..I don’t know how to live without you.” His voice is choked with emotion. This is so hard, so hard. But I know with absolute certainty we must do everything we can to protect our daughter.

 

“Ben my love, I will always be with you.” I place my hand over his heart. “Keep me here and I’ll always be with you and a part of me will always be in Ellie, just as she has been a part of me.”

 

“Ellie?” puzzlement breaks through his grief.

 

I smile. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? Our daughter’s name is Eleanor Anne but you can call her Ellie, she’ll like that.”

 

A doctor touches Ben’s arm, without looking he tells her we’re putting our daughter first. Her protest is stilled when she sees the look on our faces. She issues instructions to the nursing team to prepare for an emergency delivery. I touch my fingers to my lips, then place them on Ben’s.

 

“Thank you.”

 

I relax and the contractions start. Groaning I grab hold of Ben’s hand as the heart rate monitor starts beeping madly.

 

“Ellie’s coming, Ben, she’s coming now.” Ben turns to tell the doctors but they’re already moving, giving instructions. The nurses manoeuvre me into a better position to deliver Ellie, then the next contraction hits. I hold onto Ben’s hand and concentrate on my breathing. Two more contractions come and go and then I get the urge to push.

 

“Well done Hannah, you’re doing brilliantly, I can see baby’s head.” That was one of the doctors. “I need you to push slowly now, can you do that?”

 

Puuussssshhhing.

 

“Baby’s head is out, you’re doing so well Hannah. Next time you push I want you to give it all you can.”

 

I’m almost spent but from somewhere comes the strength for one last immense effort.

 

“Baby’s coming Hannah, she’s coming. Keep pushing. Baby’s here.”

 

Joy fills me as I hear Ellie’s first cries and these words from the doctor:

 

“You have a beautiful daughter Hannah.”

 

I’m fading but will myself to hold on, just a little longer. I hold out my arms and Ben places Ellie gently in them.

 

“Hello little one. You’re going to do great things in this world Ellie. I’m sorry I’m not going to be there to see them but your Dad will and he’s going to love you to bits and take care of you.”

 

I lift my arms up and give Ellie back to Ben. I can only see Ben and Ellie now and I drift into darkness, smiling.

 

Guardian

 

Sunlight and Glastonbury come back with a rush and I hear Iridis.

 

“This is your life’s purpose Garyth, to be a Guardian, to save those who must be saved throughout time.”

 

All my past lives, all the people I have saved are open to me now and with them comes acceptance of what I am and what I do. I remember them all. I am lost in wonder, so many, so very many. I look at Iridis, she smiles gently as she answers my unspoken questions.

 

“Sometimes, Guardians become disconnected from their purpose and forget who they are. We watch the Guardians and intervene if we see one drifting off their path, as you were doing.”

 

I raise a questioning eyebrow but I know she isn’t going to tell me who ‘we’ are.

 

“I must go now but I will see you again. And don’t worry, when the time comes you’ll know what to do, you always do.”

 

I glance behind me as a shriek of laughter distracts me. Iridis is gone when I look back. I collapse onto a nearby bench, close my eyes and listen – passing cars, gentle guitar chords, snatches of conversation, a child’s laughter, a frantic shout. Eyes open I see an escaped balloon, a child in pursuit, a car rounding the corner. Without thinking I leap off the bench, reach the child and pull him back to the pavement. Momentum sends me into the path of the car. Impact then darkness.

 

I awake to the sound of a siren. I am in an ambulance, there is no pain. I touch the arm of the paramedic sat next to me.

 

“The child?”

 

My voice is barely a whisper.

 

“Hush, don’t try to speak.

 

Concern is etched on her face as she anxiously checks her monitors.

 

I try again.

 

“The child?”

 

“Is safe, you saved his life”

 

My hand, still holding the rainbow crystal, opens.

 

“Give this to him, I think it is meant for him.”

 

Puzzled, she takes the crystal, then the concern comes back.

 

“Hurry Dave, I think we’re losing him.”

 

I smile as I remember my lost reflection.

 

“It’s alright, I am not lost, I am found” and I fall into light.

 

 

 

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Thank you for reading my book. If you enjoyed it please take a moment to leave me a review at your favourite retailer.

 

Live in light.

 

Blair

 

Acknowledgements

 

Heartfelt thanks go to:

 

My wife Manda – my constant inspiration and support.

 

To Tatiana Vila for bringing my vision for the cover art to life in such a beautiful way. Please check out her artwork at http://www.viladesign.net/ .

 

FutureLearn for running the inspirational creative writing course that got me started.

 

Mark Coker and the Shakespir team who have made self-publishing such a straightforward and enjoyable process.

 

And, of course, to my literary muse Henley Bear, who is indeed a bear of some brain (and will be dead chuffed to read any comments or reviews you might like to make).

 

About Blair MacKinnon

 

I live with my wife Manda and my literary muse Henley Bear in a quiet village in rural South Norfolk, England. I’ve only recently started writing stories seriously following an online Creative Writing course I completed at FutureLearn. The course was brilliant and a lot of fun (I highly recommend it) and during it I discovered my literary muse Henley Bear. My interests include cosmology, chaos theory, quantum physics, spirituality and spiritual places, the tao of physics, SETI, cultural history & mythology, citizen science and photography, so I expect these themes will appear in my future stories (one of them is Henley’s story which he is rather chuffed about).

 

I am currently working on the novel that tells the story that goes before, during and after the events of And My Heart Beats, my first short story. It is entitled Phoenix Rising and I’m aiming to finish it in 2016, so watch this space!

 

You can read my Shakespir interview here and my interview with FutureLearn [+ here+].

 

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Falling Into Light

Garyth is a leaf on life's wind, drifting through life, until he encounters an old woman while wandering down Glastonbury High Street. He gazes into her eyes and finds himself unable to move. Her touch sends him tumbling into a remembrance of his past life as a Paleolithic hunter-gatherer. As he relives this and other past incarnations he is reconnected with his life's purpose. He is a Guardian, saving those lives that must be saved throughout time.

  • ISBN: 9781311297136
  • Author: Blair MacKinnon
  • Published: 2016-05-11 15:35:08
  • Words: 5618
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