Custom of the Week: Melusine the (sort of) Merpony

Happy Sunday, Aledan Merfolk! I’m sure it’s no secret at this point that my favorite custom ponies are ocean-themed, so when I saw today’s custom with her absolutely stunning mer-dress I just knew I had to feature her. As the customizer says, Melusine is “a beautiful woman who turns into a two-tailed mermaid in secret. Once her husband discovers what she is, she turns into a dragon and flies away.” Instead of making her a full merpony, Iris gave her a dragon design and hand-stitched a two-tailed merpony dress that she can wear to “change” into a merpony. What a clever way to show this fairytale as a custom pony!

Melusine, by Iris Patch
Melusine, by Iris Patch
Melusine without her dress, by Iris Patch
Melusine without her dress, by Iris Patch

Click on the first photo for a detailed description of how the customizer made Melusine, or the second photo to visit her art tumblr.

If you have a pony that you would like featured as a Custom of the Week, please email me: rebeccaenzor@gmail.com

Fie Eoin Friday: The Winged Warrior, Part 3

Happy Friday, Aledans! I didn’t get an update post up yesterday, but that’s because I’ve done almost nothing writing-wise this past week (although I did edit the first scene of StO to make the sentences pretty), so you aren’t missing out on much of an update ;) We’re continuing with Ocean’s story today – you can read Part 1 or Part 2 if you missed them.

The Winged Warrior

Ocean’s tent was twenty feet deep and ten feet wide, with a banked cookfire in the center and a cot on either side. She had moved her armor and weapons to the right side, leaving the left empty. Supplies for food storage and preparation lined the back wall.

Curls sat on her cot and stared at the wall as Yule helped Ocean prepare for the feast. “You have a lot of weapons.”

Ocean winced as the sharp edge of the iron cuirass scraped the base of her wing. “I’ve killed a lot of people.”

The princess studied her face for a moment. “I thought the Faye didn’t fight?”

The Faye that had come from across the mountains, like Yule, wouldn’t touch weapons. They were healers and priestesses, not warriors. “They don’t, but I’m a daughter of Fie Eoin. I come from a long line of warriors.”

“But how’d you get your name? I thought they had to whip you for that.”

For the Mother she had a lot of questions. “I cut my wings off for the ceremony, then grew them back.”

The princess’ eyes grew wide. “You cut off your own wings?”

Yule tugged hard on a buckle and Ocean winced again as the plate dug into the scars on her back. “Actually, Barracuda did it, with Yule’s help. She told him where to cut, and it took all of winter to grow them back, but it was worth it. I’m faster than any other warrior and I can attack my enemies from above.”

The princess’ gaze slid back to the weapons on the wall. “Will you teach me?”

“No.”

“I come from a long line of warriors too.” The girl touched the scar on her chin. “If you teach me to fight then I’ll be able to protect myself. I won’t need a guard.”

Yule ducked under Ocean’s arm to fix the buckles in the front. A teasing smile brightened her face. “The princess has a point.”

“See?” Curls said. “Even a Faye priestess agrees.”

The smile on Yule’s face grew. She would pay for that as soon as Ocean could sneak away from the feast.

Ocean shook her head as she forced the image of Yule’s smooth, flushed skin from her mind and focused on her conversation with the princess. “You will always need a guard. Even your father has a guard. Even the Warrior Goddess had a guard while she was mortal.”

“But all my guards have failed.”

Ocean grabbed her dagger from her cot and tucked it into her belt. “Why do you say that?”

Curls touched her scar, her gaze landing on the wall of weapons again. When she spoke it was at a whisper. “Because they’re all dead.”

Ocean crossed the tent and squeezed the princess’ shoulder. “But you’re still alive, which means they didn’t fail at all.”

Custom of the Week: Nebula

Happy Sunday, Aledan Merfolk! I’ve finally caught up on sleep after my crazy week, and things are back on track at the blog. To prove it, I have a gorgeous custom for you, complete with glow-in-the-dark hair! And fun fact if you’ve met Erie the mermaid: Nebula is the name of one of her dolphin guards. Which makes me love this custom even more :)

Nebula, by Seethecee
Nebula, by Seethecee

I love the paint job on this one – it’s so shimmery and gorgeous! Definitely click on the picture to see the beautiful nebula painted on the chest.

If you have a pony that you would like featured as a Custom of the Week, please email me: rebeccaenzor@gmail.com

Fie Eoin Friday: The Winged Warrior, Part Two

Happy Friday, Aledans! We’re continuing with Ocean’s story today, but if you missed part one you can find it here.

The Winged Warrior

Ocean shoved off the cliff and spread her wings, taking a much quicker route. The king’s guard grabbed their weapons as she dropped out of the sky into their midst. “Hello boys,” she chuckled as they fidgeted in embarrassment. “Miss me?”

“Cousin,” Hemlock said, only mildly surprised even as his wife and daughter jumped back in alarm. “Quite the entrance.”

He looked tired, his golden hair mottled with silver, his eyes shadowed with dark circles. What could send a king running from a palace bristling with guards to a small village in the northern mountains? The messenger had said only that Hem was bringing his daughter for the summer, and Ocean was to be her personal guard.

“King Hemlock,” She bowed, wings straight up in salute. “Queen Alyssa. Princess.”

He grabbed her arms and stood her up. “Please don’t bow to me here. I’m not the King of Fie Eoin.”

“Indeed.” She glanced at the small group. “Huh. I don’t see your twin here to welcome you.”

Hemlock’s shoulders tightened. “He must be busy.”

“He didn’t mention having anything to do today.”

Hemlock looked to the sky as if asking Aleda for patience, then turned to his daughter. “Kindra,” every Aledan within earshot winced at the sacrilegious name, “you remember your cousin, Ocean.”

The princess curtsied, the silk of her skirt shining in the sunlight. “You’re to be my new guard,” she said as she stood. A faint white scar broke the dark skin on her chin—she’d been born in battle, which is why her father named her after the Warrior Goddess.

“I am,” Ocean nodded. “You’ll be living with me for the summer.”

Hemlock squeezed his daughter’s shoulder. “Ocean is one of the best warriors I’ve ever met. You’ll be safe with her. I promise.”

The princess’ gaze slid to the village. Dark curls highlighted with gold framed her hazel eyes. Aledan eyes. Wary eyes. “Where’s the palace?”

She hadn’t been to Fie Eoin since she was born and Ocean knew the hide tents must be a disappointment compared to the stone buildings in the capital city. A few stone structures dotted Fie Eoin now—the temple, the chief’s house—but the majority of the Aledans still lived in tents. She preferred the warm softness of the hides to the cold, hard stone.

“There is no palace—Fie Eoin has no king.” Ocean cut her gaze to Hemlock, but his face remained emotionless at the jab. “Come on, Curls,” she used the nickname she’d given the princess last summer. “I’ll show you where you’ll sleep.”

She turned her back on the royal family. Ocean had fought for Hemlock, but only because if his enemies won they would come after Fie Eoin next.

“Ocean,” Curls said as she followed behind. “Can we go to the temple first?”

“Why?”

“Because she was my great-grandmother.”

Ocean stopped and looked at the princess. She’d grown since last summer—they were almost of a height. The girl’s dark skin and wild hair may be Known, but she was undeniably Aledan as well. “As you wish, Princess.” Ocean turned on her heel and led the way to the temple in the center of the village.

The stone structure stood on the old fire circle, nine feet by nine, with a hide doorflap that faced the High Priestess’ tent. Inside, candles burned day and night, illuminating the carved rock altar and the blue sword that sat upon it. They also illuminated her cousin, Bar, who stared at the blade with his arms crossed.

“Barracuda,” Ocean nodded and stepped aside so the princess could enter.

“Ocean,” he nodded in return, “Princess.” His hair had gone completely silver with the strain of his twin-bond. The twins in their family could use their bond to manipulate the earth’s energy much like the priestesses, but the farther apart they were, the bigger the strain. “I suppose that means Hem is here.”

“Just arrived.”

He squared his shoulders. “I’ll leave you the temple then. See you at the feast.”

When he was gone Curls turned to Ocean. “He doesn’t like me much.”

“Bar doesn’t like himself much, either. Not anymore.” Ocean turned to the blue blade, the amethyst jewels in the hilt shining in the candlelight. It belonged to her father now, but he hadn’t touched it since he took it from his twin sister’s dead hand and gave it to the High Priestess. He wouldn’t use it, not even as Chief of Fie Eoin.

The sword that had saved the tribe from their enemies sat on a carved rock, in a building of carved rock, useless until the day it would become Ocean’s.

“Can I touch it?” The princess whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Ocean nodded. Curls ran her fingers over the hilt, carved and jeweled to resemble wisteria. “It’s beautiful.”

“And deadly.” Ocean had watched from the cliffs as this sword cut down numerous Known soldiers. Felt the energy of the land drained by the twins in her family. Was thrown back as the energy exploded out of them, doing more damage than a blade alone ever could.

Her hands folded into fists as she remembered the destruction. Yule was right—even if she learned to fly in armor she could never win against that raw power.

Erie the Mermaid, Creepier than Ever!

Happy Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! I’ve been waking up an hour earlier all week for work, and instead of making me bright eyed and bushy tailed, it’s fried my brain. Thank gods for coffee!

With my crazy work schedule this week I didn’t get much done in the way of writing, but I did finish my read-through of StO and fix all the big issues. Next I’ll be making the sentences pretty, and then it’s heading off to the final critique round. I’m really curious to see what Diana thinks of the updated version – she read the first draft as I wrote it and will be the last person to read it before I query.

Speaking of Diana, she is so wonderfully amazing that she drew Erie for me!

ErieDiana

Isn’t she creepy? I love her!

I’ll be back tomorrow with the second installment of The Winged Warrior (aka: Ocean’s story) for Fie Eoin Friday, and I should have a custom up this weekend too. I just have to finalize things with the customizer. Have a great weekend, Aledans!

Book Birthday: PATH OF ANGELS, Patricia Josephine

Happy Monday, Aledan Merfolk! You might remember a couple months ago when we had a cover reveal for MICHAEL, PATH OF ANGELS by Patricia Josephine. Michael’s book birthday was March 30th, but I was inundated with family that week and completely forgot to post that day, so Happy Late Birthday, Michael!

perf6.000x9.000.inddThere is only one path.

Born mortal along with his three brothers, Michael is an Archangel with a specific role: hunt fallen angels and send them back to Hell. He is determined in his mission, never straying from his appointed path, until he meets Lake Divine, and discovers there may be more to his beliefs than blind duty.

But Lake is not who he seems. Offspring of a human and a fallen angel, a Nephilim, Lake must choose his own destiny: give in to the coldness and embrace the dark, or seek the light and rise above the sins of his father.

Two paths lay before them, but only one has the potential to destroy them both.

Buy MICHAEL on Amazon

PatriciaLynneAuthorPicAbout the Author:

Patricia Josephine never set out to become a writer. In fact, she never considered it an option during high school and college. She was all about art. On a whim, she wrote down a story bouncing in her head. That was the start of it and she hasn’t regretted a moment. She writes young adult under the name Patricia Lynne.

Patricia lives with her husband in Michigan, hopes one day to have what will resemble a small petting zoo, has a fondness for dying her hair the colors of the rainbow, and an obsession with Doctor Who.

Links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/plynne_writes

Website: http://www.patricialynne.com

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/108938106639683446081/posts/p/pub

Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/patricialynne07

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13460894.Patricia_Josephine

Custom of the Week: Jon Snow and Ghost, Game of Thrones

Happy Sunday, Aledan Merfolk! I’m sure it’s no secret that I love Game Of Thrones – we’ve had a couple customs based on the series, but never so detailed as today’s custom. Jon Snow, and his wolf Ghost, are two of my favorite characters in the series (both HBO and the books). I’ve read the most recent book, so I know what Jon’s fate is as far as that book goes, and can I just say: OMG!

No spoilers ;)

John Snow and Ghost, by LightningSilver-Mana
Jon Snow and Ghost, by LightningSilver-Mana

Wow! The details – from the clothes to the sword to Ghost – are amazing!

If you have a pony that you would like featured as a Custom of the Week, please email me: rebeccaenzor@gmail.com