THE OTHERWORLD SERIES


A new paranormal fantasy series from author

Jenna Elizabeth Johnson

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Praise for the Otherworld books . . .
Best Paranormal Romance!
Such amazing imagery and strong characters.I love the combination of action, mystery, and suspense. I can't wait for more of Meghan's story!
- Desiree Layman
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Beautifully written, engaging story!
This series had me hooked from the very first chapter. The author weaves a magical tale. You feel like you are right there with the characters the entire time. I have laughed and cried several times while reading this series. I only have two books left before the end. I will be sad when I read the last chapter. 
- Heather Thomason
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Great!
I loved this series. It was entertaining, I loved the characters, and loved the storyline. Just the type of plot that keeps you reading. Good for all ages!
- D.L. Cummings
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Fae and romance!
This has a fresh spin on Celtic lore. It has surprise, action and romance. Excellent start to a fun series.
- Ellynn B. Owen
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LOVED IT!
This book was amazing! I could completely relate to the characters, especially Meghan the poor, awkward teen with a band of misfit friends. This book made me laugh, cry, feel anxious and completely and totally sucked me in. Jenna Elizabeth Johnson is one of my new favorite authors!
-Teresa Rosie
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Along California’s central coast there exists a portal to another world, one that is rife with ancient magic and lore.  Between the shore of the Pacific Ocean and the foothills of Nipomo, amidst the patchwork farmland of Arroyo Grande and beneath the blanket of coastal fog, there lies a secret known only to those of the Otherworld . . .

Meghan Elam's life may not have been perfect, but at least it was somewhere just outside the realm of normal. Of course, it only gets worse when Cade MacRoich shows up and saves her from a pack of bloodthirsty monsters. And Cade doesn't stop after playing the part of the redeeming hero. He informs Meghan that she is not human, but Faelorehn and immortal.

With the help of her mysterious rescuer, Meghan gradually learns who she truly is and that danger waits for her around every corner, danger that only grows when she ventures into the Otherworld. Between a vindictive goddess nipping at her heals and a mother who has been keeping secrets from her, Meghan must learn her new place in a magical and terrifying world, a world she is now very much a part of.

The Otherworld Ominibus Edition is available in ebook format from smashwords.com and amazon.com.

Read the first chapter of each book below!

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The story begins with Faelorehn, the first book of the Otherworld Trilogy . . .


The Otherworld Trilogy

Book One




I never heard him come after me and even as I climbed the slope and stumbled onto our shaded back lawn, I didn’t look back. It was like the day the gnomes chased me all over again, but this time I was not escaping some horrible little creatures, I was fleeing from an incredibly good-looking guy who could very well understand me completely. I was either saving myself from that serial killer I always imagined lived down in the swamp, or I had finally gone over the deep end . . .


Meghan Elam has been strange her entire life: her eyes have this odd habit of changing color and she sees and hears things no one else does. When the visions and voices in her head start to get worse, she is convinced that her parents will want to drag her off to another psychiatrist. That is, until the mysterious Cade MacRoich shows up out of nowhere with an explanation of his own.


Cade brings her news of another realm where goblins and gnomes are the norm, a place where whispering spirits exist in the very earth, and a world where Meghan just might find the answers she has always sought.


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Read an excerpt of the first chapter . . .



 

-One-

Memories


The only reason I knew that I was awake was because of the pale green glow of neon stars staring back at me from my ceiling.  I lay in my bed for a few moments, taking deep, steadying breaths and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of my room.  The remnants of a dream still danced in my mind, but as the approaching dawn light chased away the dark, it tried to slip away.  Unfortunately, this particular dream was familiar to me, and it would take a lot more than my return to the conscious world to eject it from my mind.


I turned my head on my pillow and blinked my eyes several times at my alarm clock.  Groaning at the early hour, I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my head into the pillow.  I guess the darkness had some claim on the subconscious world, because instead of dispelling the dream, my actions only made it come racing back.
Huffing in frustration, I kicked off the covers and leaned over the side of my bed, scrabbling around stray pairs of shoes and forgotten socks as I searched out my current journal.  Years ago the therapist I had been seeing thought it would be a good idea to keep track of these strange recurring dreams.  Anytime I dreamt of anything that reminded me of my past before entering the foster system, I was supposed to write it down.  That and anything strange that I saw or heard while I was awake.  I hate to say it, but the visions happened more often than I would like to admit.
Although my collection of diaries held other frivolous information alongside the crazy stuff, at least once a year, on the same date, the exact same dream was described in near perfect detail.
I dusted off the cover of my latest journal, grabbed a pen from my bedside table, clicked on the lamp and opened up a brand new page.  The dream was starting to slip away once again, but it wasn't as if I wouldn't be able to remember the details.  I had written about this exact dream so many times before I could probably recite it in front of a crowded gymnasium without glancing at the page it was written on.  Not that I would ever have the gumption to speak in front of a crowd.  Nevertheless, I began writing:
I had the dream again; the one that always comes to me this time of year.  The fog wasn’t as thick as usual in my dreamscape, but I could feel the grit and cold of the blacktop beneath my bare feet.  I looked down.  Of course I was naked, but at least I was a toddler in the dream.
I paused and thought about that.  I had decided a long time ago that the dream was merely a subconscious illustration of the saga that was my beginning.  According to my adoptive parents, I was found when I was two years old, wandering the dark streets of Los Angeles (on Halloween night of all times), completely nude and babbling some nonsense that no one could decipher.  I know most toddlers babble nonsense, but according to the woman at the adoption agency, what I babbled was nothing like what normal human babies produced when trying to communicate with others.  Oh well.  Like the bizarre dream, I can’t explain that either.  I was lucky, they told my parents, because the part of L.A. they found me in was notorious for gang wars.
Somehow, I survived that nocturnal stroll only to be reminded of that night exactly fifteen times, once a year for every year since I was found.  And after fifteen years, I still don't understand why this dream won't leave me alone.  I sighed and got back to my writing.
The dreamscape shifted and I noticed that my right hand was pressed up against a warm, solid shape, my fingers clinging to a wad of something rough and coarse.  I could just see what it was out of the corner of my eye: a huge white dog, its bedraggled fur acting as an anchor for my small hand.  The dog was massive, even from my child’s perspective.  I wanted to turn and get a better look at it but something kept my eyes trained forward, as if some crazy hypnotist was twirling a black and white spiral wheel in front of me.
The city lamps glowed an eerie orange, the only color in this black and gray world, and I leaned closer to the dog next to me.  It padded quietly along, not making a sound; almost guiding me to some distant point of interest.  I wondered what it all meant, but before I could make anything of it, I woke up.
Just as I shut my journal and replaced my pen on the table, my alarm clock started screeching and I nearly had a heart attack.  I had forgotten to shut it off when the dream woke me.  I tossed the sheets back and hit the snooze button, not even bothering to turn off my lamp.  I wished I could sleep in all day but if I remembered correctly it was Monday.  I groaned.  Mondays were the worst.
After fifteen minutes of snoozing, I finally got up and made an effort to get ready for the day.  I ran my hands through my hair and cringed.  It was a tangled mess, but that was normal.  I flipped on my bedroom light and stepped in front of the mirror glued to the back of my door.  Ugh.  Sometimes I hated my wavy hair.  Not straight enough to be considered elegant and not curly enough to be truly beautiful.  Tully was always telling me how much she wished her hair had some curl to it.  She has the type of hair that is so straight that hair spray won’t even keep it in place after she takes a curling iron to it.  She has no idea how lucky she is.
Taking a brush to the tangled mess did nothing but make it worse.  Sighing, I made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.  For the only girl in a family consisting of five boys, I lucked out and got my own room and bathroom.  Of course, the only reason was because my brothers were afraid of this particular part of the house, a converted basement that had served as a storage room to the previous owners.  I think they somehow convinced themselves it was haunted, but that was only because it felt like the room was underground.  It wasn’t completely sunken into the ground though; more like the foundation of the house was pressed into the side of a small hill.  The one wall facing the backyard had a sliding glass door that displayed a forest of eucalyptus trees disappearing down into the small marsh that sat behind our neighborhood.
I threw my brush back into the drawer with all the hair bands and hair clips I’d collected over the years.  Staring into the mirror, I tried in vain to wish away all my flaws.  Unfortunately, no matter how thoroughly I washed my face, I couldn’t seem to make the freckles disappear.  At least I didn’t have as many as Tully.  Of course, mine were darker.  I scrunched up my nose but that didn’t help either.  Besides, I couldn’t go around looking like an angry rabbit all day and it only made my nose look smaller than it already was.
Eventually, I caught my own gaze in the mirror and cringed slightly when my eyes stared back at me.  I sometimes tried to convince myself that it was my awkward height and scattering of freckles that made people turn away from me, but I knew deep down that it was my eyes.  They were the windows to the soul, so the saying went.  If that was the case then there must be something dreadfully wrong with my soul if people couldn’t even bring themselves to look me in the eye.  I had trouble doing so myself.
On normal days my eyes were a light hazel color, too large for my face and slanted a little.  People used to fuss over me when I was a little girl.
“Oh!  What a darling little fairy, with that hair and those eyes!” they would say.
Then they would actually take a good look at my eyes and something would cross their face.  A shadow or some subconscious instinct telling them something wasn’t quite right about me.  They would continue smiling, of course, but I knew, even when I was too young to really understand, I knew they had withdrawn from me.
I crossed my arms and let out a huff of breath.  It was foggy out this morning and that meant my eyes would take on a grayer tinge.  Yes, they tended to change color from time to time.  Something else that made people uneasy.  Sometimes I tried to tell myself that that was the real reason why people turned away, because of the color and not what they sensed lying deeper within.
After brushing my teeth, I slipped into my favorite jeans and t-shirt.  My Monday clothes, because Monday mornings were just too stressful to have to worry about putting together a cute outfit.  Even though I attended a private high school, it conveniently didn’t have much of a dress code.  Black Lake High, in the small rural city of Arroyo Grande, was actually quite laid back for a private school.  In fact, our entire town was pretty easy going on the whole, but that wasn’t unusual in the Central Coast region of California where perfect weather was a year round phenomenon.  When my parents first moved here just after adopting me, the Five Cities area was still relatively small, but over time it grew into a bustling rural metropolis of sorts.  Fortunately, there was still plenty of open space to spare.  I don’t think my family could have handled living in a big city with me and all my brothers.
I was in the middle of stuffing my books into my backpack when the door at the top of my spiral staircase swung open violently.
“Meghan, you up?” one of my brothers called from the stairs.
“Yeah Logan, be up in a minute,” I called back.
I quickly added a little foundation to my face (I’m not much for overdoing it with makeup), turned to give my unmade bed an accusing glare, then shrugged my backpack onto my shoulder and began climbing the stairs.  I hardly ever made my bed, unless I was expecting company.  That’s a joke.  The only company I’m likely to have over is Tully or Robyn.  Tully’s been my best friend since I moved in with the Elams and became their one and only daughter.
Before that I was juggled between foster homes in southern California for the first two years after I was found.
I have to admit I was a strange child, still am, but I didn’t know how to hide my oddities when I was that young.  People were disturbed by me.  Thankfully, no one ever told me I was strange and I didn’t realize it at the time.  In retrospect, however, the delicate way they handled me or the small glances they would cast my way as they moved further away should have been dead giveaways.  I never did anything outwardly dangerous or disturbing, like starting fires or pulling the heads off my dolls, but I unnerved almost everyone I met and it took me a long time to get used to people.
The Elams finally took me in and were the first people to look at me as if I wasn’t an alien from some other planet.  They were patient with my fits and claims of hearing voices in the trees or seeing monsters in my closet.  After taking me to several specialists, they noticed my improvement.  When I started spending time with Tully, I started talking about hearing voices again.  They tried to separate us but that only resulted in more nightmares and visions of demons.  After that, they let me see Tully again.  Somewhere in the middle of it all it dawned upon me that perhaps I should keep my visions to myself.  I never complained about strange voices speaking unknown languages, nor did I mention seeing odd creatures ever again.  But they never quite went away; they were all well documented in the boxes of filled journals collecting dust under my bed.
“Me-ghan!” Logan called out once more.  “You’ll be late again and Tulip won’t want to take you to school anymore!”
Furrowing my brow and pushing the dark thoughts from my past aside, I returned my focus to more normal, everyday problems.  I tried to tell if my hair was staying put.  I had wet it and combed it out while I was in the bathroom, but it hadn’t dried yet.  Like I mentioned earlier, my hair was often at war with me.  I liked to keep it long and if I treated it just right, I could get it to curl fetchingly and not frizz.  Right now, I was happy with the waves that would form after it dried.
I climbed my spiral stairs and pushed the trapdoor open.  I loved that the door to my room was set in the floor and opened up into a corner of our living room.  A railing of sorts surrounded it so that my brothers couldn’t sit on top and keep me trapped beneath.  That didn’t mean they’d given up trying, though.
I padded into the kitchen, carrying my shoes in one hand and my socks in another.  I yawned, inhaling the smell of bacon, eggs and toast.
“Morning,” my mom said, tossing her head so she could look at me over her shoulder.
She kept her dark hair short and at the moment she had a dish towel draped over her shoulder.  I grinned.  I towered over my mother.  I was only an inch or two away from six feet, and my mom was nearly a foot shorter than me.  Where my features were exaggerated, hers were proportionate and well placed.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that we weren’t blood related.
My father sat at the table, reading the newspaper as my three year old twin brothers, Jack and Joey, sat in their high chairs, throwing scrambled eggs at each other.
“Peter, could you?” my mother said in exasperation, turning to gesture a spatula at the twins.
Folding the paper with a quick flick of his hands, my father sighed and began speaking to my younger brothers, who only giggled at his chastisement.
Logan was standing on the other side of the kitchen island, packing his own lunch.  He was a picky eater, so he learned early on that having such high standards in this family was a curse.  He fended for himself most of the time.
Bradley, who was two years younger than Logan and seven years older than the twins, looked most like my father with his sandy hair and blue eyes.  At the moment he was tormenting Aiden, my fifth brother.  I never let my brothers know I had a favorite among them, and in truth, I loved them all dearly.  But Aiden held a special place in my heart.  Maybe it was because, of all my brothers, he was the only one with dark hair like me.  I know it was silly; after all, it’s not like we shared the same genes for it or anything, but it made me feel more like part of the family I guess.  Or maybe it was because my seven year old little brother was autistic.  We were both set apart from everyone else in our own way.
I dropped my backpack near the front door and walked over to scoop Aiden up in my arms.  With me holding him, Bradley would have to make a real effort to get to him and that would only draw Mom’s attention.  Scowling, Bradley made a face and skipped off to occupy his time elsewhere.
“Good morning Aiden,” I said quietly.
He glanced up at me with his big blue-green eyes.  My heart ached for him. He hardly ever spoke, but sometimes I could get him to talk to me.  My brothers teased him for speaking gibberish, but I always understood what he meant to say.  Sometimes you didn’t need words in order to communicate with someone.
Setting Aiden down but keeping him close to me, I maneuvered my way around the kitchen and quickly packed a lunch.  Somehow I managed to avoid Bradley and Logan as they played a game of keep away with a cinnamon roll before Dad diffused the situation by threatening to make them all stay home Friday night and watch some Halloween special on TV instead of going trick-or-treating.
Five minutes before seven, I was heading for the door, Aiden clinging to my leg the entire way.  Mom rescued me and came to scoop him up, planting a kiss on my cheek before I escaped.
The autumn morning was cool and damp, a thick fog clinging to the treetops and making the world seem gray.  I didn’t mind.  I liked the fog.  Taking a lungful of air, I traipsed down the driveway and started walking up the street, hoping that perhaps this day would be different than all the rest.

Meghan's story continues in Dolmarehn, the second book in the Otherworld Trilogy . . .








The Otherworld Trilogy

Book Two






“Do you trust me Meghan?”
His voice was soft, almost pleading.  I swallowed and tried hard to discern his expression in the dark.  The paltry amount of light reaching this far into the small cavern glinted off his eyes, giving him the appearance of a demon trying to tempt me into doing something evil.
“Yes,” I answered, my own voice a mere whisper, “I trust you.”
“Good.”
He gave my hand a quick squeeze, and then I was pulled forward into the icy abyss that loomed before us . . .


A year ago, Meghan Elam learned that she was Faelorehn, a being of the Otherworld. Immortal.  Now she must juggle her life in the mortal world with the one she has started to build in the Otherworld.  However, keeping her identity secret from her friends and family while trying to avoid a wrathful Celtic goddess is no easy task.


With the help of the intriguing Cade MacRoich, Meghan will learn that not only does she come from a place full of magic and wonder but that she, too, is far more powerful than she ever thought possible.



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Read an excerpt of the first chapter . . .

-One-
Absence
Fifty one days.  Fifty one days ago Cade MacRoich walked out of my life like a ghost passing into the hereafter.  And no, I’ve not been obsessive enough to keep track of the hours and minutes, or even the seconds, but I’ve noticed every single one of them.  I probably wouldn’t have been so fixated on his absence if he hadn’t up and left the way he did.  Of course, at the time I’d been too distracted by my recent trauma to truly grasp what was going on.


Nearly a year ago, I was certain I was just a slightly abnormal teen.  Sure, I’m tall and gangly and insecure like everybody else my age, but now I know exactly how different I am.  One day this gorgeous boy shows up, out of nowhere, with a simple explanation for all of my eccentricities: my changeable eyes, my tendency to hear voices and notice odd things, and the fact that I’d been found parentless as a toddler, roaming the streets of Los Angeles like a young girl who’d been separated from her mother in the women’s clothing section of a super mall . . .  He had come to tell me that I’m Faelorehn, immortal, from the Otherworld.


Shaking my head, I got back to work.  Of course, watering Mrs. Dollard’s plants didn’t require much brain power.  I had considered getting a part time job in town this past summer, but when the old lady had come over to ask if I might feed her cats and keep her yard alive while she toured Europe, I accepted right away.  She was loaded and she always over-paid me.  Besides, working in a café or at a local clothing store meant dealing with the public.  I didn’t do well with the public.


The sharp caw of a crow made me hit the ground like a soldier avoiding gunfire.  If acting like an idiot wasn’t bad enough, the hose got loose and soaked me.  I glanced up and released a sigh of relief.  Only a normal crow.  I climbed to my feet and tackled the errant hose before shutting it off.  Yes, freaking out at the sound of a crow would be considered weird for any normal person, but when you’ve spent the last several months dodging a Celtic goddess in raven form, well, any large black bird would give you the heebie-jeebies.


The garden was watered, Mrs. Dollard’s five cats were sleeping off a food coma, and the afternoon sun dipped low in the sky.  The giant wet spot on my t-shirt was making me cold, and it was time I headed home.  Didn’t want to be caught out after sunset.  That’s when the faelah are the most active.


A short bark greeted me as I made my way around the house.  I smiled.  A great white wolfhound with rusty colored ears sat patiently, panting and grinning.


“Hello Fergus.  When’s your master coming back?”


I placed a hand on his head and gave him a good scratch.  He didn’t answer my question, but I hadn’t expected him to.

Mrs. Dollard’s was only a few houses down from my own, but before I stepped inside, I kept on walking to the end of the street, bypassing the Dead End sign.  I’d developed the habit of checking the knothole in the oak tree every day, hoping Cade had left me a new note.

I frowned in disappointment when the knothole proved empty, but it didn’t surprise me.  Cade’s absence was understandable.  A few months ago I crossed into the Otherworld, bent on saving him from some cruel fate.  Turns out the Morrigan, one of the most powerful of all the Otherworldly deities, merely wanted me where she could conveniently kill me.  Still being rather ignorant of my roots, I believed her when she told me Cade needed my help.  Hey, she’d been pretty convincing, and well, I kind of had a huge crush on the guy, still do.  As a matter of fact, I can admit that it’s turned into something far more severe than a simple crush.

Pushing the hair out of my face, I climbed back up the slope and headed towards my bedroom on the basement floor of our house.  I didn’t like how much time I spent thinking about Cade; it couldn’t be healthy, but he had saved my life after all.  And he’d been the one to tell me the truth about where I’d come from.
My room greeted me with its usual chaos: various items of clothing spread all over the floor and furniture, computer screen saver glowing blue and green, comforter and sheets wadded up into an unintelligible mess.

“Meghan!”

I jumped, then grumbled.  “What Logan?”

My younger brother, oldest of the five, stuck his head through the trap door leading up into the main part of the house.  His blond hair fell to the side.  I grinned.  He looked like some miniature version of a pro surfer.

Logan’s eyes found me and he piped, “Dinner!  Oh, and we’re going to the beach for my birthday party tomorrow, remember?”

I cringed.  Ah, yes.  Forgot about that one.  Logan had turned eleven a week ago, but he hadn’t had his party because most of his friends were still on their summer vacations.

“Alright,” I said, “be up in a minute.”

Logan disappeared and I shot a glance back through my sliding glass door.  Fergus was gone, but I merely shrugged.  He tended to vanish like that a lot.  I had no idea if other people were able to see him or not (I didn’t know if he could be seen by mortals), but maybe he didn’t want to take the chance.

After quickly changing into a dry t-shirt and a pair of old sweat pants, I made my way up the spiral staircase and out into the circus that was the Elam family.

Mom darted about the kitchen, getting the last minute dinner items ready, Dad sat in his recliner, as usual, reading the paper, and all five of my brothers, Logan, Bradley, Aiden and even the twins, Jack and Joey, stared at the TV, thoroughly engrossed in some science special.  I rolled my eyes.  It was one of those ‘deadliest insects’ things and it included a detailed description of what sinister attribute made them so dangerous.  My stomach churned when they started describing internal parasites.

“Boys, could you turn that off?   We’re about to eat dinner!”
Thank goodness for Mom.

We all sat down and tried to commence as a normal family would at mealtime.  Too bad we weren’t normal.  One of us was a Faelorehn from the Otherworld.  Of course, none of them were aware of my true identity.  Like the adoption agency who found me those many years ago, they thought I was just another abandoned human child.  I knew if I told my mom and dad what I’d learned over the past year, they wouldn’t be able to accept it.  Or they would drag me off to a new psychologist who would only prescribe mind-numbing medication.  No thanks.  I’d like to have all my wits about me when the Morrigan decided to attack again, thank you very much.

“Meg, you are coming with us tomorrow, correct?”

Dad’s voice snapped me out of my train of thought.  I grimaced.  Honestly, I didn’t want to go.  Not that I had anything against Logan or birthday parties or even the beach, it’s just that ever since my ordeal at the end of spring, I’d been extra wary about wandering too far from home.  This is what made Mrs. Dollard’s offer so appealing.  Only four houses down the road, piece of cake . . .

“Sure,” I shrugged and stabbed at some green beans.

“Sure?”  Mom gave me one of her looks.  “Meg, you’ve been practically cooped up in this house all summer.  You only ever leave to take care of Matilda Dollard’s cats, take those walks down into the swamp, or to visit Tully.”

Okay, I had good reason not to wander far, reasons having nothing to do with my fear of the faelah creatures creeping out of the dolmarehn hidden deep in the woods.  Up until a few weeks ago I had been in a leg cast, and that really limited my mobility.  She couldn’t count visiting Tully, my best friend, as ‘never going out’.  Tully lived all the way at the head of our street.  A good fifteen or so houses down.  And my walks in the swamp had the potential to be rather exciting.  An Otherworldly creature might show up at any minute and cause quite a stir.  And if that Otherworldly creature happened to be Cade . . .

I swallowed and put him as far out of my mind as possible.  No need to get all dreamy-eyed at the dinner table.  Regardless of what my parents thought, my walks were productive.  If Mom knew I practiced with my longbow and arrows during my walks, maybe she would change her mind.  Of course, I only went down there alone because Fergus always accompanied me.  Should Cade’s spirit guide suddenly disappear, I’d gladly admit defeat and take on the guise of a recluse.

“You have to go Meg!” Logan whined.

I glanced over at him, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears.  My heartstrings tightened.  How could I deny my little brother anything?

I released a sigh.  “What beach again?”

“Avila,” Dad said.  “We’re going to have a bonfire and everything, so be sure to bring your warm clothes.  It’ll get cold after dark.”
I gritted my teeth despite my smile.  After dark . . .  I had been lucky the past few months.  I’d only seen a handful of faelah wandering around in the swamp; small, demented rodents that often met their end in the jaws of a certain white wolfhound.  My own intuition assured me Fergus would not be accompanying me to the beach.  Time to face the truth: it had been too long since anything of noticeable significance had happened.  I was well overdue for a good haunting.

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The sunny weather in Avila made me forget about my troubles for a while.  I helped my parents drag our gear down to the sand and we propped the fold-out chairs, extra towels, bags of food and various water boards and toys against the picnic table closest to the creek fanning out across the shore.  Almost immediately, my brothers went tearing off into the wide mouth of the stream, kicking up brackish surf as they screamed and splashed one another.

I looked at my parents and they nodded before they started setting up.  We shared a silent agreement between the three of us.  Since Aiden, my youngest brother besides the twins, had autism and had a tendency to pay less attention to his surroundings than the others, I made it a point to keep an extra eye on him.  Jack and Joey, despite having turned three over winter break, were actually quite self-sufficient.  Besides, my other two brothers stuck to them like glue.

Aiden, well, Aiden was different.  We’re not sure what caused his autism, but Mom and Dad always suspected it had something to do with the stress he was under during his birth.  It had been a difficult delivery, and they had been terrified he wouldn’t make it.  He had to stay in the intensive care unit for a few months before we were allowed to bring him home.  Perhaps he’d missed out on some vital element and was now trying to compensate.  None of that mattered, though.  I still loved him dearly; we all did.

I set my own bag down and headed after my brothers.  They had all crossed over to the other side of the creek, climbing on the pylons of the road bridge stretching overhead.  I chose to cross closer to the shore.  I wasn’t a germ freak or anything, but semi-stagnant water just gave me the willies.

“Meg!” Bradley complained from the rock he perched upon.  “I want to go check out the tide pools, but Logan’s being a turd!”

“Hey!  I said I’d go, I just wanted to wait for Meg!”

A shoving contest ensued as I reached down and scooped Aiden up, grunting a little at his weight.  I couldn’t believe how big he was getting.  Soon I wouldn’t be able to pick him up at all.

“Bradley, you do know it’s Logan’s birthday party, right?  Shouldn’t he choose what to do?  His friends will start showing up at any minute, so we should get back to the picnic table and wait for them.”

Through some miracle of older-sisterhood, I managed to round them all up and bring them back.  Logan’s friends arrived ten minutes later and soon we were all roasting hotdogs and eating cake.
About an hour before sunset, Logan insisted on going back to the tide pools on the other side of the creek.  I shaded my eyes and squinted up at the sky.

“I’m not sure, Logan.  By the time we get there we won’t be able to do much exploring.”

Well, if we left before the sun set.  The walk didn’t take long, but I wanted to be close to the fire once darkness started settling in.  I had encountered the faelah in daylight before, but they preferred the darkness, and the worst attack I ever suffered on this side of Eilé had come right after sunset.

“Go on Meg, you have plenty of time before the sun goes down,” Mom insisted.

I think she wanted the kids to play somewhere else so she and Dad could relax before we started roasting marshmallows.
I squirmed, torn between pleasing my brother and my own, semi-paranoid fear.  Eventually I caved.  I mean, what were the chances of faelah showing up at the beach anyway?  Cade had never mentioned any dolmarehn around the Avila area, and I’m sure he would have if there had been any.

“Alright, but you and Bradley have to help me with Aiden and the twins.”

The small herd of pre-teen boys all cheered in obnoxious unison.  Oh boy, this was going to be so fun . . .

The rocky shelf that featured the tidal pools teemed with other beach-goers.  I held Aiden’s hand the entire time, pointing out star fish and sea anemones as we carefully walked across the slippery rocks, the deep sloshing sound of the ocean drowning out most of our words.  Logan, Bradley, the twins and all of Logan’s friends started hunting for crabs and after a handful of minutes, I allowed myself to relax a little.  This was actually pretty nice.  Spending quality time with my brothers like a normal, human teenager.  Of course, the delusion didn’t last.

“Seal,” Aiden said, pointing towards the water rushing into the giant fissure between the rocks.

I twisted around and looked down, almost slipping on some seaweed in shock.  It was a seal, sort-of.  A dark head turned to gaze at me, but instead of seeing the cute, whiskered face and big brown eyes of a spotted seal, I caught a glimpse of the deep ocean-blue eyes of a young woman.  I blinked several times, but the vision didn’t fade.  It was as if someone had skinned a harbor seal and now floated around beneath the tide pools, wearing the skin as some sort of gruesome robe.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to be surprised.  The seal woman’s dark eyes grew wide and she pulled the seal skin over her face.  I had to blink again.  No human likeness remained, but in her place floated an actual seal.  Wait, what had just happened?
“Perty,” Aiden whispered.

I looked at him.  He liked animals, and I’m sure he only noticed a seal.  Cade had once told me about Otherworldly glamour and from past experience, I knew not all the faelah made their presence known.

“Yes Aiden, very pretty,” I murmured.

The sun fell beyond the horizon and no more Otherworldly beasts surprised us.  On our walk back, I contemplated what I’d seen.  I mentally went through the various Irish myths I had read in one of my books.  I knew the seal had seemed familiar, but why?  A faded memory suddenly came back to me.  The Silkies; Irish seal-people.  Had the creature been a Silkie?

Now that I’d decided what she was, I wracked my brain for more details.  When Silkies removed their seal skin, they became human, and if another human being got a hold of the seal skin, they could control the Silkie.  I grimaced, hoping my obvious recognition would encourage the Silkie to find a much less populated beach to visit.  Glamour or not, that was too high a price to pay if someone managed to steal her skin.

“Ah, there you are!” my dad crooned as we came traipsing back to the picnic table.

Delight coursed through me when I caught sight of the fire, for we were all soaked from the waist down.

“Who’s ready for some marshmallows?”

I pulled up a lawn chair and jabbed a marshmallow on the end of my stick as I let the warmth of the fire pour over me.  The boys started sharing ghost stories, but I blocked them out and instead focused on the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.  I remembered Cade telling me once how the ocean soothed him.  On a normal day, I would have been of the same opinion.  The only problem was, he wasn’t here at the moment, and that fact alone dashed away any hopes of feeling truly content.

 

Meghan's story continues in Luathara, the thrilling conclusion to the Otherworld Trilogy . . .


 

The Otherworld Trilogy

Book Three


Suddenly, my pain and anger honed themselves into a sharp point, one aimed directly at the goddess's heart. She had been controlling Cade’s life, my life, for far too long. And then, in a powerful wave of realization strong enough to sweep the frantic tornado in my mind off course and force the air from my lungs, I understood what I needed to do . . .

Meghan Elam knows that she belongs in the Otherworld, but she doesn't know if she's quite ready to take that leap. With Cade on the mend and her mortal family aware of their daughter's true identity, everything seems lined up for her to make a smooth transition into her new life. Unfortunately, Meghan has a mortal enemy, an angry goddess who has not yet given up on her chance for revenge.

As Meghan struggles to find her place in Eile, secrets from a past she knows nothing about well up and threaten to tip the scales even further. And when the Morrigan vows to bring a war down upon the Otherworld, she finds herself stuck in the middle of an epic battle, one that promises to destroy all that she holds dear. In order to save the ones she loves the most, Meghan must be prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice and hope that she will be strong enough to vanquish her enemy once and for all.



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-One-
Purpose



The creature was utterly disgusting, whatever it was.  Faelah, yes, but I didn’t have a name for this unfamiliar beast.  Not yet, at least.  So, what to call this one . . .  I’d have to come up with something creative, some new word to describe the half-dead creature resembling a possum, coyote and rabbit all rolled into one.  Perhaps I could combine the first two letters of the names for each of the animals: po-co-ra.  Huh, pocora.  It even sounded like an Otherworldly term.


The thing, the pocora, jerked its head up from whatever poor creature it feasted on, bony jaws dripping with gore.  My stomach turned, and not just because of the brutal scene.  The faelah was eating one of Mrs. Dollard’s cats, the chubby one that obviously hadn’t been able to outrun this particular enemy.  I gritted my teeth.  I wasn’t attached to my neighbor’s cats, despite the fact I once spent a summer caring for them, but the poor thing hadn’t deserved to die at the mercy of an Otherworldly monster.


I took a deep breath, pulling an arrow free of the quiver slung across my back and deftly positioned it in my bow.  I’d become quite good at this in the past several weeks; arming my longbow with an arrow quickly and without making a sound.  I stretched the bowstring back and aimed the arrow’s tip at the creature, steadying my arms while trying to concentrate.  With a twang, I released the string and fixed my face with an expression of satisfaction as the arrow pierced the mummified hide of the pocora.  The creature squealed like a pig and fell to the ground, kicking and clawing and attempting to remove the hawthorn arrow.  If I had used any other wood, the faelah might’ve stood a chance, but even as I watched the small monstrosity struggling to regain its feet, smoke lifted from where the hawthorn shaft burned through nonliving flesh.  I crinkled my nose at the acrid smell and turned away.  Generally, I didn’t like killing anything, but the faelah of Eile were an entirely different matter.  And they weren’t technically alive, either.


The creature’s screams ceased and it went still.  I waited a few more moments before moving close enough to pull the arrow free.  I always kept the arrows from my hunts.  It wasn’t like I could go down to the local sporting goods store and ask for arrows made with hawthorn wood.  I wiped it on a nearby patch of grass out of habit.  Whatever remained of the faelah would already be gone, however, burned off by magic.  I glanced back over my shoulder as I left the small clearing behind, but the pocora had already disintegrated into ash, its glamour no longer keeping it alive and whole in the mortal world.  I sighed and turned my eyes to what was left of Matilda Dollard’s cat.  I would pay her a visit later and tell her I’d found her pet’s remains in the swamp.  Another poor victim of a coyote attack.


Clear, a bright thought said in my mind, forcing my thoughts away from the gruesome scene.


I shaded my eyes and glanced up into the eucalyptus leaves only to catch the brilliant white flash of a small bird of prey darting through them.  She had been scanning the forest for more faelah.  I grinned.

Did you catch anything? I sent to my spirit guide.

Meridian chittered and sent back a joyous, Tasty.

That would be a yes.

I heaved a deep breath and pulled my quiver back onto my shoulders.  Mid-morning had become late afternoon and I knew Mom would be worried if I didn’t get back soon.  After having confessed to my family I was Faelorehn, an immortal being from Eile, the Otherworld, and that a vindictive goddess was out to get me, she had been a little more protective of late.  I guess I couldn’t blame her.
Meridian finished up with whatever she had caught and then set her focus on accompanying me back to the house.  The walk home took a good fifteen minutes, but I didn’t mind taking my time this afternoon.  I had a lot on my mind, after all.  Actually, there had been a lot on my mind since my junior year in high school when all of this stuff concerning the Otherworld got dumped on me like a ton of bricks, but for the past month I had even more to worry about.

I made my way back to the main trail leading out of the swamp and thought about what had transpired just before graduation.  It sometimes made me sick with anxiety, but I couldn’t help that.  The Morrigan had tricked me, once again to my chagrin, into thinking she meant to go after my family.  A few years ago, she would have been happy just to kill me.  Now that she knew I possessed more glamour than the average Faelorehn, she was intent on using me as her own personal supply of endless magic.  She probably would have succeeded if Cade hadn’t stepped in.  Cade . . .

A pang of regret cut through me and when I reached the spot in the trail where a fallen tree blocked my way, I leaned heavily against the rough trunk and pulled a well-worn note out of my pocket.  The message wasn’t from Cade, but from his foster father, the Dagda.  I unfolded the edges and began reading.

Meghan,
Cade is improving every day, yet he is still very weak.  I know you wish to see him soon, but please give him a little more time and don’t cross into the Otherworld.  The Morrigan has been lying low; no one has seen her lately, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t lurking in the shadows, waiting to cast her net.  For now, you are safer where you are.  Cade will come and get you as soon as he is recovered.
-Dagda

The note should have made me happy, and it did when I first received it a week and a half ago, but I longed to visit Cade so badly I ached.  I needed to know he was safe and I needed to witness with my own eyes that he was healing.

I folded the worn paper into a perfect square and returned the note to my pocket, then climbed over the log and kept on walking.  Last May I’d been all set to go to prom with the guy of my dreams, Cade MacRoich, the gorgeous Faelorehn boy from Eile who appeared one day like some guardian angel to save me from the Morrigan’s faelah and to tell me all about my strange heritage.  Unfortunately, on the day of the prom we both got tricked into running headlong into the evil goddess’s trap.  Only, Cade wouldn’t let her have me, and right before he took on almost a dozen of her monsters, he told me he loved me.  And then he died.

I stopped for a moment, craned my head back and leaned on my longbow, soaking in the filtered sunlight trickling down between the leaves above.  I shut my eyes and tried to tell the knot of worry in my stomach to go away.  Cade had died, he died defending me and the trauma of such a terrible experience forced my power to surge forth, scaring the Morrigan away, at least for the time being.  The sudden rush of my glamour had soon faded and the reality of what had happened slammed into me like a train.  I was convinced my heart would tear itself asunder, for Cade had sacrificed too much.

Only after recovering from my hysterics did I remember Cade’s foster father, the Dagda, an ancient Celtic god-king, happened to own a magical cauldron with a reputation for reviving the dead.  A frantic horse ride against a driving storm later and I dropped like a fly at the Dagda’s door, a lifeless Cade in my arms.  I’d arrived just in time; Cade would recover.  But he never got to hear me tell him I loved him, too.

I had returned to the mortal world, an emotional and physical wreck, only to finally confess the truth to my family: I was an immortal from the Otherworld, the daughter of a Celtic goddess and the high queen of Eile, and one day I’d be going back to the world of my origins.  Let’s just say after such an ordeal, I needed something to keep me distracted, to give me purpose so I wouldn’t lose my mind completely.  Thus, I had taken up hunting for the faelah on my own.  Heck, before the Morrigan’s attack Cade constantly pestered me about practicing my archery and this way I could kill two, maybe three, birds with one stone.  I was getting some much-needed practice in, I was clearing the swamp of dangerous faelah, and I was keeping my mind occupied.  Yup, three birds.

I fingered the note in my pocket once more as I stepped onto the equestrian trail leading to my home.  I hoped the Dagda was right; that Cade was recovering.  I so desperately wanted to turn around and head for the dolmarehn in the heart of these woods, to travel back to the Dagda’s home and see Cade, but like the Dagda said, I’d be an easy target in the Otherworld.  And I agreed with the other thing he’d mentioned as well.  I had no doubt the Morrigan would be looking for me.

Gritting my teeth, I turned my mind away from those dark thoughts and picked up my pace.  By the time I reached the end of the path, I welcomed thoughts of a shower and a sit down with a good book and some hot chocolate.  Summer was in full swing, yes, but the coastal fog was already creeping in and the early evening would turn chilly.
I planned on crossing our backyard and slipping in through my sliding glass door, but a barrage of young boys accosted me before I could even step foot on the lawn.  Apparently my brothers had been waiting for my return.

“Meghan!” Logan whined as he rushed forward.  “We wanted to go with you this time!”

He crossed his arms, and yes, actually stomped his foot.

I blinked at him and my other brothers as they gathered around me, a small army of Elams.

“Huh?” Despite my claims that my hunting ventures helped purge my mind of everything Otherworldly except the faelah themselves, my wandering thoughts still found ways to wrestle free of the bonds I’d placed on them.  I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.  I’d been too busy reminiscing.

“We want to help you hunt!” Bradley offered, thrusting out a fist which happened to be clutching a small bow.

Oh.  That.  I cleared my throat and took a breath.  When would they realize no meant no?  I was still getting used to the fact that my parents and brothers knew about my Faelorehn blood.  After keeping my identity a secret for so long, I found it easy to forget I had told them (and shown them) what my Otherworldly power could do.

I squatted down so I would appear less imposing to them.  Hah, me, imposing . . .

“I’m sorry guys,” I said, feeling only slightly guilty.  “But you can’t go faelah hunting with me.  It isn’t safe for you.”

“You go,” Bradley put in.

I rolled my eyes.  “I’m Faelorehn Bradley.  I have magic, remember?”

Not that it would make any difference.  Whatever power I managed to store up in Eile during my last visit had most likely burned out after my battle with the Morrigan.  I was running on empty and it would take another extended stay in the Otherworld to get me back up to a level where I could do some real damage.  But they didn’t need to know that.

“And I’m glad you didn’t come with me,” I continued.  “I encountered something really creepy today.”

And just like that, their scowls were replaced with wide eyes.
  “What?” Jack and Joey, the twins, whispered together.

I grinned, despite the fact that the encounter had been more ghastly than usual.

“Well, I’m calling the faelah I killed a pocora, but I’m not sure what it’s called in the Otherworld.”

They remained silent, waiting for me to continue.  “It looked like a cross between a rabbit, a possum and a coyote, and I think it might have been mummified.”

I had explained early on, right after telling my family the truth, that anything concerning Eile would have to be kept top secret.  I made all my brothers double swear, spit and shake on it (tantamount to a blood oath, or in the Otherworldly sense, a geis).  They were not to repeat a single thing they saw or heard to their friends or classmates.  Having to keep this promise, and not being able to go on my hunting adventures with me, was practically killing them.  So, whenever I came back from one of my faelah target practices, I distracted their disappointment with a detailed description of whatever I happened to kill.  Worked every time.

“Did you shoot anything else?” Logan piped in, forgetting his previous irritation at being left behind while I got to have all the fun.

“No,” I said.

Their shoulders slumped, so I thought the conversation was over.  I started to stand back up and nearly fell over when Bradley blindsided me with a completely different question.

“So, when do we get to meet your boyfriend?”

After regaining my balance, I blinked down at him.  “What?”

“Your boyfriend,” he crooned, “the guy in the Otherworld you always talk about.  When do we get to meet him?  Or is he imaginary?”

I blushed and gritted my teeth.  I did not always talk about Cade.  Always thought about, yes, but I only ever talked about him with Mom, long after my brothers’ bedtime.  Little, eavesdropping cretins . . .

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I grumbled, glaring at Bradley.

Then I paused.  Or was he?  Before the Cumorrig had overtaken him, Cade had told me he loved me, but the last several weeks had given me plenty of time to think about it.  Did he really mean it, or had he only said so because he realized he wouldn’t survive the fight?  Did it mean he might have acted rashly?  Of course, it didn’t change the fact that I loved him . . .

“Sure he isn’t,” Bradley snickered.

“I bet you let him go hunting with you,” Logan muttered.

I scowled at him again.  I’d have to try and analyze my scattered thoughts later.  “He’s my friend, and he’ll meet you guys when he’s better.  He’s very sick right now.”

That’s right, because being brought back to life and recovering from what had killed you in the first place could be considered a sickness . . . sure.

To my immense relief, my younger brothers decided not to hound me about Cade anymore.  We all headed back up towards the front of the house, but before we even got clear of the backyard, Meridian dropped from her perch in the eucalyptus trees above and came to rest on my shoulder.

The boys all started arguing and crowded in again, forcing me to stop so I wouldn’t trip over them.  They absolutely adored Meridian.  She used to use her powerful glamour to keep herself hidden from them, but now she understood it was safe to be seen and she no longer bothered with the disappearing act.  Besides, I think she was rather infatuated with my little brothers as well, and I often wondered if she thought of them as her own little merlin chicks.

Chase game! Meridian sent as she chittered excitedly, leaping off my shoulder and darting around the backyard as my crazy brothers ran after her.  She loved playing this game with them.  Even Aiden, all too often happy with simply watching from the sidelines, joined in.  My heart warmed at seeing him play like a normal boy, but a painful lump rose in my throat again.  This was all temporary.  I couldn’t stay with my mortal family forever.

Feeling rather morose, I reached into my pocket again and brushed my fingers against the thick paper of the Dagda’s note.

Be safe Cade and come back to me soon, I thought.

I turned to sneak back into the house, but the sudden presence I detected near my leg made me pause and glance down.  Aiden.  Apparently he was done playing chase.  Yes, I would be leaving the family who took me in and raised me so I could live in Eile, where I belonged.  In Aiden’s own quiet way, he was telling me how we all felt about it: none of us wanted to let go.  I wasn’t human, though; I needed the safety the Otherworld and its magic would grant me, especially now that my power had shown itself.  Moving to Eile would be hard, and I think I would miss Aiden the most, but I had to be brave.

Fighting the well of pain in my chest, I removed Aiden’s hand from my shirt and curled my own fingers around his.  He looked up at me, his blue-green eyes trying to tell me something, but like always, his autism kept him from saying what he needed to say.  Luckily, I’d become rather good at reading his face.

Taking a deep breath, I stood with him as my other brothers kept at their game with my spirit guide.  I set my quiver down and leaned my bow against the house, then bent over and pulled Aiden into a rib-crushing hug.

“I know buddy, I know,” I whispered as he wrapped himself around me.  I managed to hold on a little longer before a tear escaped.  “I’ll miss you too.”

See things from a different point of view in Ehriad, three scenes from Faelorehn told from Cade's perspective . . .





From the author of the Otherworld Trilogy . . . Three scenes from Faelorehn, told from Cade’s point of view.

A Single Thread of Magic
Cade MacRoich is Ehríad, a faelah bounty hunter. When he is compelled to deal with a collection of particularly nasty monsters in the mortal world, he stumbles upon a stream of Faelorehn magic that leads him to something astonishing.

The Morrigan’s Game
The children of the Weald are protected by the forest’s ancient magic, but when the Morrigan’s faelah manage to break through that barrier, Cade’s sister calls upon him for help.

Broken GeisCade has tried in vain to forget about the alluring Meghan Elam. Unfortunately, the Morrigan’s interest in the young Faelorehn girl puts her in danger and makes Cade realize he is willing to risk everything to keep her safe.
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-A Single Thread of Magic-



The sharp snap of a twig and a low, almost imperceptible growl informed me that the creature I hunted was now only a few yards away.  I assumed his snarl of frustration was aimed towards the branch he’d broken, giving away his presence, and not by any means meant to intimidate me.  No matter.  I had planned it this way.  I had known he’d been following me for a good fifteen minutes now.  It helped when you had another pair of eyes, and a good nose, to lend a hand.



How close? I sent to my spirit guide.
Ten feet, to the right, Fergus answered.
His mind was sharp; focused on the hunt.  Even better.
I let my body ease out of the tense stance it had taken at hearing the sound of the snapped twig.  One more minute Fergus.  I’d let the creature stalk me for sixty seconds more.
The thing about faelah is despite their vicious, blood-thirsty tendencies, they aren’t very smart.  I was only a few feet from the dolmarehn now, boxed in on most sides by the steep walls of the culvert, and the faelah was somewhere above me, close to the edge but remaining out of sight.
What exactly are we dealing with? I asked my spirit guide.
About my size, dark, no hair.  Small eyes, big teeth, sharp, thin claws and a tail like a rat.
I nodded to myself.  This particular monster resembled most other faelah: the grotesque, zombie-like imitations of animals created from the long-dead body parts of many others.  If the people of the mortal world could see it, they would be cursed with a lifetime of nightmares to disrupt their sleep.
Fortunately for them, the faelah’s glamour kept it invisible from sight.  No, only my people, the Faelorehn, could see the faelah.  At least until they were destroyed and a small window between the time their glamour faded from their bodies and their flesh turned to ash did the mere mortals get a chance to catch a glimpse.  This was one of the main reasons I lured as many as I could back into the Otherworld, or at least deep enough into the woods to kill them where they wouldn’t be seen by anyone.
The crunch of dead leaves met my ears again, along with Fergus’s words: Get ready.
I slipped my hand into my boot, pulling out a long knife, pressing the dull side against my forearm so that I could stab if necessary.
In the next breath, the faelah leapt from the edge of the ravine and used the trunks of dead trees crisscrossing my path like ladder rungs to make its way down.  The faelah came to rest only fifteen feet in front of me, a monster looking very much like a partially decomposed mountain lion.  It growled at me, showing several long teeth, and twitched its reedy tail.  Just as I had suspected, this one wasn’t going to let me lead it back into the Otherworld.  Looks like it would have to be a kill.  Not that I regretted it much.  Most of the faelah had been alive at one time, but not anymore, not really.  I bared my teeth in a grimace, hoping to intimidate the beast.
A flash of white caught the corner of my eye and a giant wolfhound joined us, using the same method the faelah had to reach the gully floor.  He landed behind the creature, bearing his teeth and laying his rusty ears flat against his skull.
Kill? he sent to me.
Yes, this one will have to be a kill.
The beast howled and snapped its jaws before hunkering down on its hindquarters.
Here goes . . .
With preternatural speed the faelah leapt, mouth gaping open, massive paws tipped with needle-thin claws outstretched.  I froze for a fraction of a second, then with one swift movement, jerked my hand diagonally across my body, swiping the sharp edge of my blade against leathery skin.
The yowl in the monster’s throat died and I quickly sidestepped, letting the body hurtle past me.  It landed in a tangled heap in the dirt, the head nearly severed from the rest of the body.  Its limbs twitched a few times as black, putrid blood spilled from the open wound.  I wrinkled my nose at the smell, but didn’t gag.  I was used to the stench.
As I cleaned my blade I felt the faelah’s glamour swell like a bubble, growing larger and larger until it burst.  There was nothing to see really, but my own well of magic felt it all the same.  If there had been mortals around, they would now be gaping, dumbfounded at the atrocity lying at their feet.  I didn’t even stay to make sure it turned to dust.
“Come on Fergus, time to go,” I said to the wolfhound.
Wounds? he sent to me.
No, not even a scratch.  I was, after all, very good at my job.
We hiked out of the woods and through the small swamp that rested behind a sparse neighborhood.  I often patrolled this area because my home resided just on the other side of the dolmarehn hidden at the end of the ravine.  I longed to head home, back to Eile, but I needed to return my car to the small garage I used as storage when spending any extended amount of time in the mortal world.
I crossed over the lowest part of the swamp and headed up the trail that veered off from the one the local horse owners often used.  Five minutes later I found my car, a classic black Trans Am complete with a silver Phoenix emblem emblazoned on the hood.  I grinned.  I wasn’t a big fan of the machinery and technology of the mortal world, but I had a soft spot for this car.  As I approached, I ran my hand along the hood, petting it as if it were a dog.
Fergus snorted next to me and I gave him a look over my shoulder.  He returned it with a canine grin, his tongue falling out of his mouth in a pant.
“We all have our indulgences, Fergus,” I murmured, smiling as I dug the keys out of my trench coat pocket.
Teaching myself how to drive had been quite an adventure, and I had to be careful because being from the Otherworld the only driver’s license I owned was a fake one.  This was the main reason I never took the Trans Am out to test its racing capabilities; couldn’t risk getting pulled over and questioned.
I unlocked the door and swung it open, but before I so much as set a single foot into the car, something familiar brushed against my senses.  My well of glamour flared and I drew in a sharp breath, clutching a hand to the middle of my chest.
What in Eile . . . ?
I shot a look at Fergus, but he only back-stepped a few paces and whined.
My breath was coming in short bursts and it took a while for the sensation to burn off.  It wasn’t unpleasant really, just unexpected.  I glanced up and gazed down into the small valley dominated by the acres of eucalyptus trees and swampland.  That burst of sensation hadn’t come from any faelah I’d ever encountered, and I’ve encountered more than most.  Yet, it had felt so familiar.
I shook my head to get rid of the feeling, gritting my teeth as I sunk into the driver’s seat of my car.  I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles showed white; until the feeling faded away and my heartbeat returned to normal.  Fergus whined again and I leaned over to open the passenger side door for him.
I turned the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to life.  As I pulled onto the highway, my mind was completely occupied with the small burst of power that had slammed into my own glamour like a raging bull.  What was it, and would I be able to find its source?  Taking a deep breath, I made a mental note to seek it out the next time I was in the swamp.
Read more about Cade's Otherworldly adventures in Ghalien . . .


At the end of the long hallway I stepped through the broken stone and out onto the terrace behind the castle. The waterfall cascading down the steep hillside overwhelmed me with its mist, but I brushed aside its icy chill and headed for the second staircase that led into the caverns. Using touch alone, I located the dolmarehn that would take me to the foot of the Weald and stepped through. As the magic overcame me, I thought about Meghan, telling myself she was safe under Fergus's care and that soon I would see her familiar face once again.

Caedehn MacRoich was sent to the mortal world for one purpose: to hunt the Morrigan's renegade faelah. But he never anticipated stumbling upon Meghan Elam, a young woman from his own realm, nor did he expect to fall in love with her. Fate, however, had other plans for Cade and when he broke his own geis to keep Meghan safe, the Morrigan demanded retribution for his disobedience. Now, in order to guarantee Meghan's safety Cade must make a sacrifice that very well may drive him mad.

With the Celtic goddess of war playing tricks with his mind, Cade is called upon to perform another duty. The Amsihria of the north, an elusive sect of women responsible for taming Eile's powerful weather, are under attack by a horrible monster from another realm. With the help of his sister and her companions, Cade embarks on a journey that will take him beyond the edge of the Weald and further away from Meghan. Along the way he will be forced to contend with the Morrigan's continuous assaults as well as his own doubts and fears, all the while knowing that the young woman he's grown to love remains vulnerable in the mortal world.


 

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- One -

Recollection




I was dreaming of Meghan when the harsh wave of dark magic tore me from my much-needed sleep.  The moment the shock of waking up to such unpleasantness wore off, my anger grew hot and fierce.  My dreams were never reminiscent of pleasant memories from the past, for most memories I dared to recall were anything but pleasant.  But this one had been joyful and whatever unnatural faelah awaited me outside in the courtyard had ruined it.


Often when I slept I didn't dream at all, or the dreams would reflect the darkness I spent my time shying away from.  Simple charcoal on paper landscapes that held no light or joy.  Lately, however, my dreams had stretched and contorted themselves into nightmares, horrific scenes of my mother's monsters tearing people to pieces.  No, not people, only one person: Meghan Elam.
Groaning, I scrubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands and tried to shake the horrors away.  How many days had passed since I last saw Meghan?  Oh right, just the one.  I had left her to heal from the wounds my mother had inflicted upon her.  I grimaced.  My mother . . .  Even thinking of the Morrigan in those terms turned my stomach.  She was no more a mother to me than an oak tree was to one of its acorns.  As soon as I was born, she cast me aside to fend for myself.  That is, until she realized I could be of some use to her.  I had, after all, inherited my father's gift of battle fury, something that the Morrigan could use to her advantage.  So, she had returned for me in the end.  And if it wasn't for my sister, I never would have succumbed to her wishes . . .
Enough Cade.  Those thoughts do you no good, I reminded myself as I rolled over, throwing my legs over the side of the bed in order to sit up.
"Fergus?" I called out, my throat dry enough to make me choke.  Once the coughing fit was over, I remembered that Fergus wasn't with me.  He was in the mortal world guarding Meghan.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and drew upon my magic.  It hadn't completely returned to me after undergoing my riastrad, but enough of it was there to accomplish my next task.
Fergus, I sent, the effort of reaching out to my spirit guide across the boundary between our worlds demanding my utmost attention.
Yes, he responded.  Meghan is well.  Her injuries are healing and she will rest a few days more before returning to school.  Only a small number of faelah linger on this side, and I have been vigilant in my night hunts.  None shall harm her.
Thank you my friend, I sent back, breathing a sigh of relief and letting my magic return to where it resided next to my heart.
Before I could take much comfort in Fergus's news, however, a wave of cold, evil glamour trickled over my skin.  I clenched my teeth as the intrusive feeling left, hissing as the circular tattoo just above my heart burned like a poisonous brand.  Almost involuntarily, my arm snaked out and I pressed my palm to my chest, trying to rub the ache away.  It was no use.  The tattoo had been placed with the Morrigan's magic.  All of those she had enslaved bore the same mark.  It was her way of keeping track of us as well as keeping us under control.  If the tattoo started to hurt, then she was getting impatient.  I squinted through the darkness of my room and peered out the far window.  Sunrise was probably an hour or two away, judging by the deep, inky blue of the sky.  Guess I wasn't sleeping in this morning.  Once I set my mind to answering the Morrigan's call, the pain abruptly vanished.  I was tempted to lie back down just to see if her magic would do anything to me, but I didn't really feel like playing games with my mother, not this soon after expending my battle fury.
It took me longer than usual to get dressed.  Perhaps it had something to do with my weakened state, but I think it had mostly to do with the fact that despite my misgivings, a part of me was always willing to irritate the Morrigan.  Bracing myself, I took a deep breath and looked into the mirror hanging over my bathroom sink, the flicker of candle light banishing some of the early morning darkness.  The mirrors of the Otherworld were clearer, somehow more revealing than those in the mortal world, and this one was no exception.  It had been a gift from my sister, one of the few fine things I kept in this ruined castle I called home.  That little detail would be changing soon, however.  Someday, I was going to bring Luathara back to its former glory, but right now I had the consequences of a broken geis to deal with.
Sighing, I glanced once again at the figure staring back at me and winced.  Oh yes, warping into one's battle fury sure did a number on one's appearance.  The first thing I noticed were my eyes, their normal changeable green now a dull pond-scum hue underlined by dark circles.  My skin was pale and my face thin and drawn taught.  I looked centuries older than I truly was.  Not that age ever really showed on the Faelorehn, but then not all of us had the gift of transforming into a berserker warrior bent on using every last physical resource to do the most damage possible.  Turning away, I shook those thoughts from my mind.  I never considered myself a vain person, but there was a difference between vanity and being horrified at what a fierce fight could do to my appearance.
Grabbing my heavy cloak, I blew out the candles and strode across the room.  I didn't bother making my bed or closing the door behind me.  No one ever came here, except for me, and if I delayed the war goddess any longer, she might drive that painful magic deeper than the surface of my skin.
The morning greeted me with thick fog, wisps of it shredding away from the treetops and raining down in streamers of damp gray.  I guess it had taken me longer than I thought to get ready, because I could tell from the dim light that the sun had begun to rise somewhere in the east.  Bracing myself, I descended the stone steps and headed toward the opposite end of the courtyard.  About halfway to my destination a low, demanding cackle split the air, forcing my heart up into my throat.  I spun around, my eyes darting around the crumbling courtyard walls.  I expected to find a large black raven watching me from somewhere, so when my gaze fell upon a huge white bird, a slight prick of surprise stabbed at me.
The bird tilted its head and regarded me with one eye, the eye that hadn't been damaged in some battle long ago.  It gave another one of those blood-chilling caws and then ruffled its feathers and shook, waiting for my next move.
"Tell your mistress I'm on my way," I growled as my hands balled into fists.
The white raven gave another croak before flapping its wings and disappearing into the mist.  As it headed east, I could have sworn it was laughing at me.
Speirling was waiting for me in the field, his dark ears pricked forward as he sensed my approach.  Letting out a deep whinny, he tossed his head and dug at the damp earth.  My misgivings melted away as my mouth curved into a smile.  My fingers found Speirling's velvet nose, and I was further comforted by his positive thoughts.
"You're always looking on the bright side, aren't you?" I murmured, pressing my forehead to his.
I didn't bother saddling him, since I was running late already and since I didn't really need a saddle.  A swift pace and five dolmarehn crossings later, Speirling and I found ourselves at the foot of the eastern mountains and on the threshold of the Morrigan's underground fortress.  Taking a deep breath that coated my lungs with ice, I slid from Speirling's back and ordered him to take refuge where he could.  No horse should ever have to cross into the Morrigan's territory, let alone follow me down the haunted crevasse that waited several yards ahead.  Wrapping my wool-lined cloak tightly around me, I took the first step down a path that would surely lead to pain.  Every instinct I possessed, and believe me I possessed more than the average Faelorehn, bit and clawed and chewed at me to turn around and flee.  I could have, in fact I would have been smart to turn and forget the Morrigan and her evil demands.  My geis was broken and she had decided not to kill me, not yet at least.  But if I disobeyed her now, the first thing she'd do wouldn't involve coming after me.  No, she'd aim straight for Meghan and kill her, or worse.
Calling on my glamour to help fight my anxiety, I trudged on, kicking aside broken skulls and fighting the shivering chill that coursed through me.  Forever, it seemed, I walked.  The walls grew steeper, the skeletons and mummified flesh of long dead animals became more frequent.  Fortunately, the air was so cold it kept most of the stench at bay, but every so often a small breeze would stir up the scent of death and rot and I'd have to pause and swallow several times in order to keep from getting sick.
Finally, after what felt like hours, I reached the end of the narrow valley.  A great stone doorway complete with a skull-studded border, loomed before me.  On the branches of two dead, bleached oak trees perched three or four dozen ravens, all hunkered down against the cold, their stark blackness contrasting greatly against their bleak white and pale gray surroundings.  Not one of them uttered a sound or ruffled a feather.  Then, just as I reached up to touch the ogham letters adorning the stone doorway, one of the ravens let out a grumbling caw, setting all the others off.  I shot a glance upward, narrowing my gaze at the raven I hadn't seen before.  He was so pale that he'd blended in with the ashy rock behind him.
"Alahníl," I said, remembering the name of my mother's spirit guide.
Just then, a deep rumbling sound rolled up from the earth and the door cracked open, exhaling a frozen breath of fear and death.  I got my panic and the overwhelming urge to shiver under control before I looked back up at the white raven.
"I take it you told the Morrigan of my arrival," I stated more than asked.
All I got in return was a self-satisfied grumble.  Forgetting the birds, I turned and faced the yawning darkness before me.  I had no idea how long the tunnel was, or if there was a tunnel at all.  Like many of the caves found in Eile, this one was a dolmarehn.  But instead of leading to another part of Eile or even to the mortal world or some other realm beyond our own, this one led directly into the Morrigan's cavern.  Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stepped into the darkness, asking myself if I was making the right choice and wondering what horrible, unconscionable thing my mother would have me do for her next.


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I threw an arm over my eyes and just breathed. Oddly enough, it wasn’t my near-death experience that had me so bothered. It was the confrontation with the blond guy and the odd conversation we’d had. He knew about the Otherworld. His words had proved as much. But was I reading too much into it? Was I secretly hoping he was Faelorehn? And if so, what good was it now? I was human. I knew that for a fact.

Robyn Dunbarre has a plan. It may not be the perfect plan, but it is a good one nonetheless. Two years out of high school, and at the start of her sophomore year in college, Robyn is working her way toward a business degree with the hopes of someday managing the Green Tea Leaf, a local café in the bustling town of San Luis Obispo. What Robyn hadn’t planned on, however, was getting caught up in the business of the Otherworld. When a young man from Eilé saves her from the unwanted attention of a local demonic gang, Robyn learns that there are some things in life that she has absolutely no control over.

Devlin O’Brolaigh is everything Robyn doesn’t need in her life right now. Tall, incredibly good-looking, and enigmatic, she is certain his presence will bring nothing but trouble. When the Otherworld continues to encroach upon her and the lives of her friends, however, Robyn soon realizes that she’ll have to ignore her sensible side and give in to her rebellious nature once again. Unless she can learn to trust Devlin, and work with him, she may become the next victim of the Morrigan’s continuing legacy. But in order to preserve her life, Robyn may very well have to risk her heart.

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Disturbance




I didn’t hate my job at the Green Tea Leaf.  Really, I didn't.  But some evenings even waitressing at this little hidden gem in San Luis Obispo could be unbearable.  It was Thursday night, which meant the streets were crawling with people in town for the farmers market, and it was rush week.  Every last perky sorority girl and conceited frat guy was out prowling the masses, pressing all the young, impressionable people into uncomfortable conversations complete with big, fake, bleached-toothed smiles and forced enthusiasm.  And for some ungodly reason, one of these girls was pestering me.


Okay, there were two things very wrong with this situation.  First, I was in no way, shape or form impressionable.  In fact, I think I was born with my opinions already intact.  Yup, I’d been forcing my independent nature on the world even before I could talk.  And secondly, anyone with half a brain could tell, on looks alone, that I was not sorority girl material.  My black hair was more than a dozen shades away from being platinum blond and the streak that was dyed electric violet only accentuated that fact.  Furthermore, if the small assortment of silver hoops in each of my ears didn’t scream rebel, then my lovely little collection of tattoos sure did.  They had been a birthday present to me, from me, as well as a nice way to remind myself that, thankfully, I no longer lived under the tyranny of my rigid, stodgy foster parents.
That’s right, the day I turned eighteen they’d met me in the living room with all my bags packed and ready to go.
“If you continue to live this ridiculous lifestyle of yours and refuse to accept our rules, then we can no longer support you,” my father had said as my mother watched on in stone silence.
At least the woman had had the decency to look regretful.  Fortunately, I’d already enrolled in classes at Cuesta, the local community college which was much more affordable than the better-known Cal Poly, and had narrowed down a few possible apartments in San Luis.  Okay, they were more like economy-sized closets than anything else but they would suit my simple needs and that was all I could afford on my meager student loan anyway.  Finding a job had been tougher.  Just when my stubborn insistence on keeping my pride intact started to falter, I’d stumbled upon the Green Tea Leaf and the Help Wanted sign.  It had been a gift from the gods of outcast orphans.
A bark of laughter from one of the tables snapped me back to the present and the grinning blond hovering in front of the serving counter.  I arched one of my eyebrows, the one not pierced, and drew in a deep breath that I hoped would encourage patience.
“So, I think you’d be a wonderful addition to Delta Sigma Lambda,” the bright-eyed blond chattered.  “Here's a flier with a list of our upcoming activities.”
Gritting my teeth and trying not to be rude, I reached out a hand and took the neon pink paper, skimming it as the girl studied my black-and-silver nail polish and equally dark eyeliner.  For the first time since entering the Tea Leaf, her lips twitched in uncertainty.
That’s right Barbie, you picked the wrong victim.
My eyes raced across the list of vomit-inducing social events.  A barbecue with one of the frat houses, a themed pool party where the guests were encouraged to dress as movie stars from the fifties, a scavenger hunt that included visiting all the bars in town.
Ugh.  Not a single one of these “Nights of Fun” appealed to me.  I sniffed and snapped the flier back at the girl.  She actually squeaked and jumped an inch.  Time to turn on the famous Robyn Dunbarre charm I’d often used in high school.
“Thanks, but no thanks.  I’m a neo-pagan and I prefer to spend my evenings sacrificing small animals and chanting to the gods while drinking blood and dancing naked around a bonfire.  Unless you have some of those activities planned, I don't think I'll be joining you.”
The girl’s blue eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.
I splayed my fingers on the countertop and smiled as she made a beeline for the exit.
“Dude, Robyn,” Jonathon, one of my co-workers, whispered, “I know Margie thinks you’re the long lost troubled niece she never had, but one of these days she’s going to hear one of your snide remarks and then you’ll be busted.”
I snorted and tossed my hair, cut shorter than it had been in high school.  Margie was the owner of the Green Tea Leaf.  A sweet, middle-aged woman who employed a diverse work force and enjoyed supplying the local college kids with something other than fast food and alcoholic beverages to keep them energized.  The Tea Leaf was an organic café as well as a gift and book shop, and much of its wares and fare leaned toward the more eccentric types, such as myself.
“You know, what I said was only half true,” I responded with a sniff.  I turned and regarded Jonathon, his brown eyes skeptical behind tasteful, wire-rimmed glasses.  “I don't really dance naked or perform animal sacrifices or drink blood.”
“Too bad,” he muttered as he got back to making a cappuccino for one of our patrons.  The machine hissed, blasting steam into the decanter of milk, almost covering up his next words.  Unfortunately, I heard him.  “I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”
“Jonathon!” I gasped, smacking him with a towel.  “There are rules in the work place about sexual harassment, you know!”
Jonathon’s eyes widened in shock and I could have sworn he would’ve fainted had I not smiled and said, “I’m kidding!  I know you didn’t mean it.”
He cleared his throat and finished up with the drink he was preparing.  “Sorry,” he muttered, trying to recover from his embarrassment.
I reached out a hand and squeezed his thin arm.  He towered over me but then again, most people did.  Jonathon, however, was a beanpole: all height and no muscle.  And he was probably the only friend I had in the world at the moment, except for Margie and Kelly, the other girl who worked here in the café.
When Jonathon gave me a sheepish smile I turned back to my work.  With the sorority recruiter long gone, I went back to stocking the shelves.  Most people loathed this part of working in the service industry, but to me it was a nice reprieve from dealing with the public, especially if we had recently received a new shipment of books.  As the smooth, new age music played in the background and mingled with the sputtering of the coffee machines and the chatter of warm, conversational voices, I let my thoughts wander.  Yes, I only had my colleagues to call my closest friends, but that was because those I had known in high school had either gone off to college far away from the Central Coast or, in the case of my friend Meghan, had gone to live in a different world entirely, and I mean that literally.
I paused as I placed a box of organic loose-leaf tea onto one of the shelves and drew my hand down to touch the cool metal band around my neck.  The necklace, well, torque technically, had been a gift from Meghan and her husband, Cade.  I gave a short snort.  It was still hard to think of Meghan as happily married to the hottest guy I’d ever seen.  It was even harder to imagine she was living in the Otherworld, a place I’d been semi-obsessed with for years.  All throughout high school I was the one in our little group of friends who’d been into Wicca and anything pagan.  Of course I had never really believed the Otherworld existed.  I’d always assumed it was more of a spiritual place one might journey to in the afterlife.  Turned out I was wrong.
“Robyn, could you help me at the counter?” Jonathon called from up front.
I coughed and set the box of tea down.
"Yeah, sure!" I answered, brushing my hands down the apron I wore.
I glanced at the clock on my way through the small dining area.  Ten more minutes until the end of my shift.  Ahhh, bliss.








 


38 comments:

  1. I read the Trilogy in two days, and I am sad to see it over. I have been reading a lot lately, but these books sucked me in quickly. I found myself invested into the characters and storyline. No book has made me feel so drawn in, and I loved every minute of it!

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  2. Thank you so much for the feedback! I know the Otherworld Trilogy itself is over, but don't worry, once my Muse sends me the ideas for a new world, I can't really leave it behind for good :). I have another trilogy planned (Aiden's story), and a few spin-offs to start me out (not to mention more short story collections from Cade's point of view). Let's just say I'm not entirely through with the Otherworld yet, just waiting for the next chapter to reveal itself ;).

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    1. I can't wait to read it!

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    2. Awesome, maybe Aiden can have his own book or three or Cade and Meghan's children. Or even the Queen's story about their father and why she had to send the kids to the human world. Oh there is so much you can do with this. This was a wonderful series and I plow through books like water, this one has me wanting to go back and savor it all over again.

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    3. Tea - You've read my mind ;). I do plan on another trilogy for Aiden (though it will take a while for me to get to it - still need to write Robyn's and Enorah's stories, as well as all the other writing projects I've started :P). I've been hearing from other people that they'd like to hear Danua's story, though I might be able to tie it in with Aiden's . . . we shall see! Thanks for the comment and I'm doing my best to get the next Cade POV story done.

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  3. This series is the best thing I have read in ages, but I'm sad to say I finished the books too quickly! I think I mainly love the fact its a twist on Celtic mythology (something I embarrassedly know too much about) as it made it so enjoyable to read. I absolutely cannot wait to see what you come up with next :)

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  4. Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment! And don't ever be embarrassed to know too much about Celtic myth . . . the world needs more advocates for the legend and lore of the Celtic Isles ;). I have so many ideas for future books in the Otherworld realm, including at least one book for each of two secondary characters and a trilogy for another, not to mention branching out into some of the other Celtic worlds . . . Let's just say I have plenty to keep me busy. I only hope that I will manage to get them written in a more timely fashion :).

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    1. I will be looking forward to those books :)

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  5. Jenni, i have read the entire Otherworld series and i loved every single one of them. i have been looking for a good series to get my overactive imagination running on all cylinders and your books did just that. i really appreciate the work you put into these books they really can bring a reader to a completely new world. Thanks so much again really loved the series.

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    1. Thank you so much! I always appreciate any feedback I get from my readers and of course, it's always thrilling to hear that my stories are bringing joy to others. Not to mention, it only encourages me to write more books ;). Thanks again and happy reading!

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  6. Jenna, you are an AMAZING writer!! I truly and thoroughly enjoyed readying every single word of the Trilogy. The more I read, the more I just HAD TO KNOW! :) You are an inspiration to me! I enjoy writing myself, and I had internal conflict while reading the books, because I couldn't put them down, but I couldn't wait to write myself. (I swear I'm not stealing any ideas either,...just the elegant way you described the characters and the intensity I felt throughout each book, was giving me all kinds of ideas.) After receiving my Nook as a Christmas gift from my loving fiance, I downloaded lots of free books, along with purchasing lots of classics. Faelorehn happened to be one of the free ones, (and thank you for that). Before I could finish it, I purchased the rest of the trilogy,...as well as the Legend of Oescienne series. And I can't wait to start reading them. But with each book, they just kept getting better and better. I read the first two over three weeks,...just trying to savor them,...but by Luathara, I read it in two days. I could NOT put it down! Thank you for your wonderful novels. I was so sucked in, I was laughing or crying or at the edge of my seat, the entire time. The only complaint I had, was that I really wanted the graphic details of Cade and Megahn's,...shall we "uniting." But I understand that sometimes, less is more, and it allowed me to imagine my own scenes for them. :D Again, thank you so much for your brillant work, and I can't wait for more. Sincerely, gratefully, and a completely devoted fan, DLR

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  7. DLR - Thank you so much for your feedback! It always amazes me that my writing can bring joy and inspiration to others. I myself often pick up a new author (or old favorite) and discover that by the end of the book I've got a new story brewing based on their inspiration (a few of my work in progress series have started this way ;)). Again, thank you so much and be sure to look for future Otherworld novels and novellas in the future (not quite done with that world yet :)) and be sure to write a review if you get a chance. Happy reading and writing!

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  8. Very happily reading The Otherworld Trilogy at the moment. I am on to the third book. But I wanted to take a look at your website and make sure I was reading them in order. I noticed on B&N there is a story from Cade's point of view. I can't wait to dive into it as well. I am sad that it is only a trilogy though. I see that you do plan to write more with their world. I want to take the next book slow and savor it. I hate that feeling when you come to the end of a series, whether it be a good book or tv series and your just left with that sad feeling of what next?? I really hope that you do write more. I love Meghan and Cade's world already and I am not even done with it. Your other trilogy sounds like it will be good as well. A good writer isn't always easy to come by. I thank you for your work!!

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  9. Hello Seaturtles38! I'm so pleased to hear that you have been enjoying the Otherworld series :). Sorry I didn't comment earlier, but my old laptop was getting glitchy and I couldn't work on my blog with it for some strange reason . . . hoping to do some catching up with posts and such now that I've got a newer one ;). I've been working diligently on Robyn's story and I'm hoping to finish up by the end of the month. Be sure to keep checking back here and on my Facebook page for updates. Again, thanks for taking the time to comment and if you ever have any questions at all, feel free to email me at authorjejohnson@gmail.com. Until next time, happy reading!

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  10. Can you write the entire series in Cade's pov? Id love to know what he was up to in the otherworldly while he wasn't with Meggy....as well as how he felt in the third part when he awoke to meggy not even being in the grounds of her mothers kingdom...

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  11. Hello Kristahra! Thanks for dropping by and although it isn't on the top of my list, I HAVE considered writing the entire series from Cade's POV (you're not the only one who has suggested this, so maybe that means it needs to be done ;)). But alas, I have so many writing projects that need tackling and not enough time! What I can do, however, is maybe write some of those scenes that you suggested and put together another Cade novel/novella . . . Mayhap this summer when I have a wee bit more time ;).

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  12. Hi, Jenna, I just wanted to say that I love the otherworld trilogy, it's an awesome action packed romance series, better than anything I have ever read so far, and I do read a lot, but I wish it hadn't ended so quickly, like in Luathara, at the end, Cade asked Meghan to marry him, then it ends right there, are you going to make a book on their wedding? Please make more books soon available on the e-reader , also, are you going to re-make Luathara again told by Cade's point of view?

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  13. HI Jenna, I was wondering if there will be more to Robyn's story. I really enjoy reading this series of books. I look forward to reading more about Methane and Fade as well.

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  14. Hello Shanna and Christopher, Yes, there will be other Otherworld novels :). Robyn will have at least one more full-length novel, and I have started a short story/novella that will take place between Lorehnin and her next book. Christopher - I have a book planned for Enorah, and a trilogy for Aiden. I'd also like to write more from Cade's POV (more scenes from Dolmarehn and Luathara). The fourth book in my Oescienne series, however, REALLY needs to be written, so it's the priority right now. Just wanted to let you know that you should definitely expect more from the Otherworld series from me ;).

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  15. do Cade and Meghan ever have kids and do they ever get married?

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  16. Can't answer that question just yet, but I do plan on doing so in future Otherworld books ;)

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  17. Thank you so much for the amazing an wonderful story's from the otherworld trilogy

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  18. Thank you, Hannah! I hope to write many more in the future ;).

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  19. I just finished the trilogy! Awesome! Love it. What book do you suggest next? Cade's point of view? I don't want to miss anything!!!

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  20. Hello Charlotte! So glad you enjoyed the trilogy ;). I would suggest you read Ehriad first (it's short - three scenes from Faelorehn told from Cade's perspective. You won't miss anything if you don't read Ehriad, but if you like Cade, it might be fun to see what he's thinking ;)). Next, you should read Ghalien (this is also from Cade's POV and the first part is a short novel that takes place between Faelorehn and Dolmarehn - I do some world building and character introduction/prefacing for future events in future books in this one, so this is definitely something that adds to the series. There are also two scenes from Dolmarehn that I tell from Cade's POV). Once you finish Ehriad and Ghalien, you can start on Lorehnin (an offshoot of the original trilogy, but this tell's Robyn's story so it's told all from her perspective and features a character introduced in Ghalien). Caelihn, the next book in the series that will be released on February 14th, is a short novel that takes place immediately after Lorehnin. Hope this helps and feel free to send me a message anytime if you have any more questions!

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  21. Is there going to be anymore to the series. I was sucked into all of them and would love to read more! Both the trilogy and the other spin off books!!

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    1. Hello Gabrielle! Yes, there definitely will be more books in the series. As of right now, I have plans for two more trilogies to take place after the initial books (Faelorehn, Dolmarehn, Luathara), as well as a true sequel to Robyn's book (Lorehnin). I also plan to write books for two of the secondary characters as well. Right this moment, however, I simply MUST get my next Oescienne book out (the last one was published in 2011, and my readers are not happy with me right now :( - I blame the characters of the Otherworld series for distracting me ;)). Once the fourth book for my Oescienne series is in the hands of my beta readers and editor, I will start figuring out how I'm going to write the next Otherworld novels (since the events in most of the ones I've got planned happen during the same time :P). It's going to be a busy year for sure! Thanks for your question and hang in there!

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  22. I LOVE your Otherworld series! Bummed that Robyns story seems to drop before she finds out who her mother is though. Will you be continuing her story? I've just started Faeborn. I miss the old characters LOL!! Love your work!!

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    1. Hello Miranda! Great to hear you've been enjoying the books :). Don't worry, I'm not through with Robyn yet (or the rest of my Otherworld characters, for that matter ;)). I'm currently finishing up with the fourth book in another series and once that's done, I'd like to get back to the Otherworld, so hopefully I'll have another book or two out this year. Thanks for commenting!

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  23. Finished the trilogy, great story, but I have a question...In Luatara, Donn says to Morrigan "You wish to put the two offspring of Danua and that Formorian in one cell?" And that is the last we hear of the Formorian, which I assume would be their father. Why didn't Meghan notice the third person in the cell, and why isn't the Formorian ever mentioned again?

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    1. Hello Steve! Glad you enjoyed the trilogy and thanks for your question! Let's see, the reason we don't hear more about the Fomorian is because that particular Fomorian is Meghan's and Aiden's father (and he's currently out of the picture). However, I do plan on introducing him in future books ;). Thanks again!

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  24. I'm thrilled Oescienne 4th book has been published. As I finish this series, I am looking forward to the Otherworldly book(s) due out this year. It is tough to be hooked and have to wait on series you are concocting but I do look forward to each one. I have so many questions relating to Otherworldly also expressed by other readers, I will just wait.

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  25. Thank you so much KDS! I understand your pain - as a reader, I can go crazy sometimes waiting for the next in a favorite series ;). As a writer, I'll do my best to get the next books out to you as quickly as I can. Until then, happy reading!!!

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  26. Love the other World Series, but I can't find book 5. Is there a book 5? Thanks for all your hard work I really appreciate it!

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  27. Hello Tatlae42! So glad you enjoy the Otherworld series! Yes, for some reason not all the books are marked well on Amazon (I have them labeled on my dashboard with the proper numbers :P). Oh well, that's why I've got this website ;). My recommended reading order for the Otherworld series is as follows:
    MEGHAN'S POV
    1.)Faelorehn
    2.) Dolmarehn
    3.) Lorehnin
    CADE'S POV
    4.) Ehriad
    5.) Ghalien
    ROBYN'S POV
    6.) Lorehnin
    7.) Caelihn
    MEGHAN'S AND CADE'S POV
    8.) Faeleahn
    STANDALONE NOVEL
    9.) Faeborne
    AIDEN'S POV
    10.) Faebound (currently available on Wattpad for free)
    THE MORRIGAN'S POV
    11.) Faescorned (short scene - available exclusively in the Once Upon a Curse anthology)
    Hope this helps!!!

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    1. This is exactly what I have been looking for! I only have the first 5 books listed, and am quite looking forward to diving back into the Otherworld Series.

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  28. This is end of October 2016. Is there a conclusion to the OtherWorldly stories? I've read everything you have had to offer but I need the conclusion or....will it be a continuation of different character stories? KDS

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    1. Hello KDS! I've been swamped with non-writing stuff (and some writing stuff that deals with marketing/book touring) for the past few months, but I have quite a few other Otherworld books in the works. I'm working on a sequel trilogy to the original three books (Faelorehn, Dolmarehn, Luathara), as well as the sequel to Robyn's story AND a few more told from the side characters' points of view. Hope that answers your question and thanks for your continued readership!

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