YOU ARE MINE

You Are Mine

A little excerpt from SHRILUGH: Book One of the Shrilugh Saga…

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He turned to her; her face was still covered with one hand. He leaned down, gently picking up her wrist, moving it from her eyes. “Because you’re mine-,” he began softly.

It was a bad start to a conversation better left untouched. Æydan bolted to her feet, ripping her arm from his hand, demanding, “What do you mean, I’m yours?”

Rein opened his mouth, realizing his mistake, how it must have sounded to her; he wished he’d had the good sense not to answer that question at all.

“That’s not how it works, Rein. I’m Brig’s. Because I decided to be, not because he staked some kind of claim on me.” Aydan stood over him, fists clenched in anger.

In spite of his misstep, Rein found himself inexplicably tickled with her response. He loved that fire in her, that strong will. He looked up at her, mouth curved into a tiny smile. Æydan backed away as he stood up. “Look, Æydan, I don’t expect for you to understand or accept any of this right now-,”

“No, I’m not going to understand or accept that, ever.”

“Alright,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But just because you don’t want to believe something,” his steps toward her were slow and measured, “doesn’t make it any less true.” He approached her cautiously, as if she were a frightened animal, his mind on the gun he knew she had tucked into her jeans. Their kind was hard to kill, but he had a feeling he’d find a gunshot to be unpleasant. “I know you don’t want to believe what I’ve told you today. But there is going to come a point when choice is taken out of the equation, and you’re faced with a new reality, whether you like it or not. And certain elements of that reality are unchangeable. I’m here to help you, to protect you, but there is a price to be paid for that.”

Æydan stopped backing away from him, apparently deciding to hold her ground. “If I had known I was going to owe you something, I would have never agreed to come with you,” she said coldly.

Rein chuckled, shaking his head, thinking about her single green eye that would likely cost him everything. “Sweet Æydan,” he said. “I’ll be the one paying for your protection. You don’t owe me a thing.”

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Thanks, you’re the very very very best. Love,

Myndi

 

NEW GAME: 10 Things About Me, T-Shirt-Style…

I'm Not a Morning Person T-shirt(1) The first thing you really ought to know about me is this: I’m not a morning person. Back when I was a kid I was a morning person. An insufferably happy morning person. But then I had kids, which basically means that I’ve been sleep-deprived for over a decade. Let me put it this way: If the casting director for the zombies on The Walking Dead saw me in the morning, he’d weep with joy over the utter brilliance with which I can stumble around whilst groaning non-sensibly. Lucky for him, I don’t hunger for braaaaainnnns…I have a thirst instead. Which brings me to the #2 thing about me.

 

 

 

aaa535a2843e0a6b3db899e320c1cd90(2) This pretty much describes my perfect day. Because I’m a monster…

 

 

 

 

 

ca35235999857624f85c9368215b0392(3) A snuggle monster, that is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

14de3ce1840141143d87e0500d998c67(4) But since most days can’t be coffee-fueled create-your-ass-off-then-crash-into-a-three-hour-nap days, I usually have to tap into my inner bad-ass. The kind that could kick the crap out of a unicorn while rocking pink jeans and Farrah Fawcett hair…

 

 

 

5acbf6126867d5a94eedded36c7ddbca(5) because I’m a proud Kansan, and that’s what Kansans do…

 

 

 

 

 

b084c13d95f3debe7f92dc5905871d9f(6) (We also believe aliens abducted all the dinosaurs.) (Not really.)

 

 

 

 

 

5ee75d0da0fc848fb613aa461c9bbd94(7) I dig music. A lot. It makes my heart beat happier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

95de9baf32c86a9c0c0ea78c49a9a3f7(8) I’m also a giant Harry Potter fan, and always will be. ALWAYS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

623e73be24b6ef040334c233d596de8f(9) I’m not only a big fan of Harry Potter and {COFFEE and then NAPS}, I’m also a fan of COFFEE + ANY BOOKS + RAIN. In fact, I’m not sure there’s a better combination of anything, ever-ever. Books, books, books, coffee, coffee, coffee, rain, rain, rain!

 

 

 

 

 

9c3a4681f865cd7f4de9c55bb8ca0d07(10) I like to party. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, to surmise, I’m card-carrying Kansan addicted to coffee who naps way too much (or, at least thinks about napping way too much), believes the dinosaurs are partying with aliens (not really), and uses Harry Potter quotes in normal conversation without embarrassment. How do you stack up? I’m tagging Jess Witkins, Ginger Calem, Jenny Hansen, and Alica McKenna Johnson for this game (all fun bloggers worth checking out), but if you want to play too, consider yourself tagged!

May your Monday be fun and full of comfy t-shirt goodness,

myndired

 

 

SAVORING THEIR CHILDHOOD

Savoring their childhoodThis is one of my most favorite photos of my kids, ever. They’re all together, having breakfast, unaware that they’re being photographed. It’s the start of the day – before any of us have woken up enough to have full conversations, before any bickering can break out, before the squeals and laughter, before the day’s skinned knees and hurt feelings and incredible childhood discoveries. This is them, embarking on their day with sugary cereal and stuffed animals and a loyal friend at their feet. This is them, in the light of a rising sun, thinking about playing at the pool and building imaginary worlds and what book they’ll read this afternoon during quiet time. They’re unaware that they are experiencing the glory of childhood, unaware that their mom is trying – desperately trying – to commit this moment to memory. The sounds of their voices. The smell of the food they’re eating. The warmth of the sun pouring through the window.

Childhood is fleeting, but there is no way to understand that until it is long gone, far behind you. There is no way for my kids (or any kid, for that matter) to savor their childhood any more than they already do. And that’s kindof perfect, isn’t it? Because if they were trying, something would be lost. It is their job to just be.

And it’s my job to let them.

myndiredp.s. There’s a giveaway going on over at my Facebook page today. Go check it out.