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Summerbird Rises – Book 1 of An Act of Entreaty by Debi Ennis Binder

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“Summerbird Rises” by Debi Ennis Binder

“Summerbird Rises” begins the tale of Summerbird Asii, an inept young seer, who has spent her young life hiding her fractured magic. In a land where laws strictly prohibit magic, she has a flair for dull, common-sense and useless futures—unless her client is going to die very soon. Unless she wants is to be jailed or even executed, she is forced to let destiny continue on. When a tiny griffin appears in Summerbird’s home, needing a favor, things will never be the same for her. His request is simple—rescue several highborn Fey—the inhabitants of mystical Emythor—whose magic has been compromised. How? Perhaps by an evil mage who really doesn’t want her to interfere with his plans. Has Summerbird a choice? You don’t…but first, do you want to learn your magic? Follow the young seer as she learns who–and what–she really is, and why her Grandfather left her in a non-magical world with a well-used green-crystal ball, and the words, “This is your legacy. Forget anything you see in it.”

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Dragon Rings – Book 1 of The Ring-Witches of Nesht by Debi Ennis Binder

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Dragon Rings – Book 1 of the Ring-Witches of Nesht

Something dark and terrible is attacking the peaceable lands of Nesht, bringing death and ruin in the night and then vanishing back into the cold mists of the surrounding mountains. Two powerful Ring-Witches, Mayra and Wolfe, join uneasy forces to investigate the ongoing—and very puzzling—destruction. How can something be formidable and vile enough to incinerate entire villages and tracts of forests, slaughter people and animals, yet leave behind massive amounts of valuable gold and jewels, and do so unseen? What do these savage invaders want? As their investigation continues, the two young warriors begin feeling, and then hearing something, seeking them out. The presence refuses to identify itself. But it is large and powerful, and capable of bringing scorching, mind-rending pain to the two Witches, and then despairingly apologizing for it. When Mayra finds a huge, bloodstained talon, she finally knows what is trying to connect with them…a Dragon. Once upon a time, Dragons were treasured allies of the Witches. But now, they are monsters, bringing death and ruin to everything they touch. Mayra and Wolfe must discover what has changed the beasts, once considered noble and altruistic. They will have to face down unknown enemies and betrayal from within to save a great black Dragon and his Clan from an ancient evil and savage enchantment. How can they stop a war the humans cannot possibly win, knowing that no matter what the outcome, the Ring-Witches have no hope of resurrecting their alliance with the mighty beasts that were once their companions. Mayra, Wolfe, and their small, fierce assembly of Witches travel far and hard to learn that there are some things worth more than a life, and causes that even Dragons will willingly die for.

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The Fun of Juggling Manuscripts

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As I work on my manuscript for the upcoming Summerbird’s Quest, I’ve also started working on the third book in the An Act of Entreaty series, titled, The Dark Odes of Peregrim. Since one book melds into the next (even though Peregrim takes place approximately three years after the end of Quest), it really is easier to write them at the same time. But it can be tricky, one has to be careful not to place the wrong characters in the wrong place and time! But fun!

And so, here is the synopsis for The Dark Odes of Peregrim:

The Dark Odes of Peregrim, Book #3 of An Act of Entreaty…coming in 2020

Deep within the magical lands of Emythor sits the small castle of Darkleaf. Darkleaf guards the Garden, home of the powerful entity, Treaty. But the Garden does not exist alone, for it, too, guards something. Beyond and yet magically within the Garden, lies the mystical and dark land of Peregrim.

After creating Emythor, Treaty desired a place to live and made the Garden, Treaty fashioned a land of bold Fey warriors to guard it—Peregrim. But Treaty soon realized that all was not well with Peregrim’s people. The then Lord of the Peregrim asked Treaty to give the lands located above the Garden their autonomy; thus Mourshyn, the Riven Land, emerged.

Magic is not welcome in Mourshyn. Over the many years since, the forsaken land has grudgingly acknowledged an uneasy alliance with Peregrim, for they do not trust the Fey. They do not care that Emythor is once again peaceful and prosperous. Despite the trade lines enjoyed with Peregrim, Mourshyn wishes only to be left alone, stagnant in time. As Mourshyn—and Tarfta, the town of the Lord-Governor—are isolated and hostile, they are the perfect quarry for someone—or something—seeking to bring conflict to the Fey. For Treaty cannot forget the last words of the demon Borrea before he died:

There will be others come after me…

Beautiful, dark, verdant Peregrim is ruled by the Lord of the Peregrim, the Guardian of the Garden—Ránulf ai’Wryth. When Ránulf meets Clariss de’Oriste, Tarfta’s Learned Recluse, sparks fly, but these two must overcome a lifetime of mistrust and disinformation their lands have against each other. Clariss loves and defends the people of her village, much as Ránulf does those of Peregrim. But Tarfta’s governors are an unappreciative group of untrusting overseers. In their eyes, the Learned Recluse wields far too much influence over the people; there are sometimes rumors she might have magical abilities.

When Clariss takes the punishment meant for another, she is taken to the Peregrim to save her life. She finds herself in a land that should terrify her. Instead, though grievously wounded, her dreams take her through an exquisite garden, filled with the plants she loves, huge, heady blooms she’s never seen. Fragrance surrounds her, along with something unseen, telling her something that fills were with both longing and fear. The Peregrim are waiting, for the dark and the light, and the over and the under to come to them.

When she relays the tale to Ránulf, he is filled with disbelief. She describes things in the Garden she could not possibly have seen. And the words bring up memories from his childhood, of endless tales told by Treaty to the children of Peregrim. What do they mean?

No sooner do Ránulf and Clariss learn of her connections to Peregrim than they find themselves caught up in a fear-fraught entreaty from Treaty and the King and Queen of Emythor—

Something malevolent has found its way into Emythor through Mourshyn and its evil is already spreading out over the land. The people of the Riven Land will need the help of the Peregrim and even Emythor, itself, if they are to survive this attack. For while trust must be earned and nurtured, sometimes there isn’t time for that. Human must simply trust other humans, because they are, after all, the same.

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Coming Soon–Very Soon! It’s Here!!

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Earlier, in the magical realm of Nesht, Mayra ara’Ferren, a powerful Ring-Witch, and her Clan, were tasked to investigate deadly attacks on the kingdom by something dark and unknown. By defying her Clan and her King, Mayra discovered that their attackers were enslaved dragons. With her sword, her powerful magic, and fierce witch-warriors to assist her, Mayra freed the dragons and helped them escape the clutches of a power-hungry king and a fanatical dragon. She quickly became the leader of her small band of witch-warriors. What none of the witches expected was how quickly and deeply they bonded with the bedraggled dragons they saved.

Enroute northward with the dragons, Mayra and her lover, Wolfe are leading the adventurous witch-warriors to the dragon’s home, a huge, stone Aerie to help dragon-leader Gaulte and the other rescued males liberate their mates and young ones. The missing dragons were taken by Hagan, an intensely evil dragon, and used as coercion to ensure obedience from the male dragons. But Hagan has taken more than females and young dragons; he has stolen something deeply magical—a talisman that only dragons can use to magnify and perform dragon magic. Valuable tool or deadly weapon—the object doesn’t distinguish good from evil, it is the intent of the dragon that decides whether it will benefit or destroy.

Meanwhile, Mayra wonders if she has made a terrible mistake. She had been with her Clan and its charismatic leader almost all her life—he is the father she never had. He betrayed her, but can she be a leader without his guidance?

Mayra has found her mate in fellow Ring-Witch Wolfe Sieryd, and her soulmate in the massive black dragon Gaulte. Wolfe, an assassin and wielder of powerful magic, is a strong shoulder to lean on for a new leader and a witch who isn’t always sure who her enemies are. And Gaulte, who still can’t quite grasp that a small human female rescued him, can only think about his stolen family. Mayra has mastered mind-speak—the art of varying levels of telepathy—and is resolute in rescuing Hesta, Gaulte’s mate, and their youngest nestling. He can’t help feeling affection for Mayra and his elder two nestlings already love her—but wait until Hesta, a fiery red dragon, finds out. Can she accept Mayra into this odd family group?

Hagan is a deeply evil dragon, stolen from his powerful and altruistic father, and raised by a gnome who taught him to hate all other dragons and humans. With a shapeshifting female and a gnome to assist him, Hagan will stop at nothing to prevent Mayra and Wolfe from saving the captured dragons and the magical talisman, even if he has to kill every dragon and every human in the cold north to do so.

When Mayra and Wolfe finally find Hagan, they quickly realize they and their witch-warriors are in for a battle even more challenging, and even less certain that the previous one. With Mayra still unsure whom to trust, she soon finds herself trapped in the depths of Hagan’s vast cavern home. Will she realize that a greedy female shapeshifter and a half-crazy gnome, who have duped Mayra with their pleas to help escape Hagan, might be just as dangerous as the evil dragon? And Hagan has no scruples, no pity, no conscience; he will torture and kill anyone to escape with the stolen talisman, no matter how long it takes and who must die to ensure that the magical talisman finds its way back into his long, covetous talons.

The Dragon Story- The Ring-Witches of Nesht

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The two volumes of The Ring-Witches of Nesht tells the everlasting tale of Ring-Witches Mayra and Wolfe and the mighty black dragon, Gaulte–from the magical beginnings as they free the enslaved male dragons of Ceshon Aerie, to their battle to find the Aerie’s stolen females and their young. Humans and dragons must learn to trust one another as they seek a common enemy–an evil dragon who has stolen a powerful talisman from the dragons, one that will enable him to control any dragon for his evil purposes–even Mayra’s beloved Gaulte. For the dragons are hiding a secret, one that may cost the witches their lives–the talisman is so deeply steeped in dragon magic that even the powerful Ring-Witches may be helpless before it.

“Dragon’s Revenge” is available!

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Evil Hagan is a terrifying threat to Mayra and Wolfe, and their new friends, the blue-skinned Phailites. But this magical team of warriors has a few tricks up their sleeves and they will rescue their beloved dragons, no matter what it takes.

Powerful Ring-Witches, Mayra and Wolfe have fled their kingdom, accompanied by their witch-warrior friends, escaping with the dragons they rescued. But once they reach the dragon’s cold homeland, they find an empty Aerie. Where are the dragon females and the younglings?

Barely do the witches have time to rest before they are winging their way to rescue the stolen dragons—but things seem to go wrong from the beginning. The witches quickly find themselves trapped in a vast system of caverns with Hagan, an evil, fanatical dragon, and his helpers—a greedy shapeshifter and a wrathful gnome.

Mayra is running out of time. If she doesn’t wrest a powerful talisman from Hagan’s control before he can use it, he will take control of all the noble dragons that Mayra loves. Hagan threatens to kill his hostages—the female dragons and their tiny offspring, unless Mayra leaves him to collect his terrible treasure from its hiding place.

Can Mayra and Wolfe rescue the dragons—large and small—and find the talisman before Hagan and his irrational accomplices destroy all that the mighty dragons hold dearest to them? It won’t be as easy this time, for Hagan, a wielder of dark dragon magic, dares the humans to battle him—the most savagely horrific dragon ever hatched.

Dragon’s Revenge is on Its Way!

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Coming in March, 2019

Earlier, in the magical realm of Nesht, Mayra ara’Ferren, a powerful Ring-Witch, and her Clan, were tasked to investigate deadly attacks on the kingdom by something dark and unknown. By defying her Clan and her King, Mayra discovered that their attackers were enslaved dragons. With her sword, her powerful magic, and fierce witch-warriors to assist her, Mayra freed the dragons and helped them escape the clutches of a power-hungry king and a fanatical dragon. She quickly became the leader of her small band of witch-warriors. What none of the witches expected was how quickly and deeply they bonded with the bedraggled dragons they saved.

En-route northward with the dragons, Mayra and her mate, Wolfe are leading the adventurous witch-warriors to the dragon’s home, a huge, stone Aerie, to help dragon-leader Gaulte and the other rescued males liberate their mates and young ones. The missing dragons were taken by Hagan, an intensely evil dragon, and used as coercion to ensure obedience from the male dragons. But Hagan has taken more than females and young dragons; he has stolen something deeply magical—a talisman that only dragons can use to magnify and perform dragon magic. Valuable tool or deadly weapon—the object doesn’t distinguish good from evil, it is the intent of the dragon that decides whether it will benefit or destroy.

Meanwhile, Mayra wonders if she has made a terrible mistake. She had been with her Clan and its charismatic leader almost all her life—he is the father she never had. He betrayed her, but can she be a leader without his guidance?

Mayra has found her mate in fellow Ring-Witch Wolfe Sieryd, and her soulmate in the massive black dragon Gaulte. Wolfe, an assassin and wielder of powerful magic, is a strong shoulder to lean on for a new leader and a witch who isn’t always sure who her enemies are. And Gaulte, who still can’t quite grasp that a small human female rescued him, can only think about his stolen family. Mayra is resolute in rescuing Hesta, Gaulte’s mate, and their youngest nestling. He can’t help feeling affection for Mayra and his elder two nestlings already love her—but wait until Hesta, a fiery red dragon, finds out. Can she accept Mayra into this odd family group?

Hagan is a deeply evil dragon, stolen from his powerful and altruistic father, and raised by a gnome who taught him to hate all other dragons and humans. With a shapeshifting female and a gnome to assist him, Hagan will stop at nothing to prevent Mayra and Wolfe from saving the captured dragons and the magical talisman, even if he has to kill every dragon and every human in the cold north to do so.

When Mayra and Wolfe finally find Hagan, they quickly realize they and their witch-warriors are in for a battle even more challenging, and even less certain that the previous one. With Mayra still unsure whom to trust, she soon finds herself trapped in the depths of Hagan’s vast cavern home. Will she realize that a greedy female shapeshifter and a half-crazy gnome, who have duped Mayra with their pleas to help escape Hagan, might be just as dangerous as the evil dragon? And Hagan has no scruples, no pity, no conscience; he will torture and kill anyone to escape with the stolen talisman, no matter how long it takes and who must die to ensure that the magical talisman finds its way back into his long, covetous talons.

Alas…The End is in Sight

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Alas…the End is in Sight

I’m winding up “Dragon’s Revenge,” which is the sequel to “Dragon Rings.” Denouements can be difficult, not as a final product—the book—but as the end of what I’ve been writing, I have to decide what events are worthy of remaining unresolved till the end of the book. and what should be taken care of right away. I have to figure out what will best satisfy the reader. I want to hear lots of ‘Ahhh, that’s what that meant…’ and ‘No! You’re kidding me! I love it,’ but please, no ‘Crap, that’s stupid.’ Or ‘You have got to be kidding me!’ See the subtle differences? Hopefully, my endings leave the reader with a warm, contented fullness and not gas! And you want to find another of my books (like ‘Summerbird Rises’) not the Delete button!
Looking forward to hearing from you!

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How Much Do You Love Your Cat?

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Living with Elliot, Moggy, PeiWei, Anny Catt, Chiisai, Cookie, and Fred

Call me crazy, but it’s true—we have collected seven cats. The youngest two are foster failures, that is, we were foster parents and somehow they, along with two other orphans, so ingratiated themselves into our hearts that we could never bring ourselves to return them to the shelter. They were adopted. We’re so weak! Another cat is Anny Catt (do you buy yarn? Do you recognize the play on a name?) and she is very tiny—5 pounds at her last vet visit. She is nice enough to share her bedroom suite with us and hates all other living beings except my husband and me, and after ten years, I am still on probation. The other two are brothers (Elliot and Moggy), and they are a geriatric pair.

We have a huge house, a sunroom, and a 30-foot outdoor cat tower, in other words, our cats are very protected and very spoiled. Now that you’ve been introduced to our feline menagerie, I’d like to talk about medicating cats. Both Anny and Moggy have hyperthyroidism. One day I happened to notice that Moggy seemed to be a shadow of his former self but also running around like crazy cats. And as we thought about it, it seemed Anny Catt was much the same. We knew something was wrong. No matter how much we fed them, it wasn’t enough, they grew thinner, pooped like madcats, and continued to run around all day and all night. The vet gave us the same medication for both cats, and thus began the battles of wits, strength, and unrelenting determination. Yeah, cats got that, too. I think they are part donkey.

There are things to remember when trying to get a pill smaller than a baby aspirin into a cat:

  1. Expect pain. They have teeth like little knives; those small jaws shut fast and tighter than a clam.
  2. Expect more pain. They have claws that are just as sharp (trimming claws? No, thanks) and almost as fast.
  3. Yeah, yeah, more. They’re stronger than they look, something along the lines of a wolverine, and fight administering the pill worse than said critter.
  4. They are fast! They have the reflexes of ninjas when confronted with “the pill.” They react a lot quicker than we do to when being clutched and to external stimuli!
  5. Forget purrito’ing them. Even with a Kevlar blanket and Velcro, their ninja-like skills thwart every attempt. There hasn’t been a towel made that will hold Anny in a purrito.
  6. They’re drama kings/queens. If by some chance, the medication does touch their lips, they promptly present a Lawrence Olivier Shakespearean death scene. Poisonnnn…and out it comes.

Moggy only has one tooth left in his head, and it’s a canine, but he will still snap at me if I try to pill him. The vet was fast and elegant, like a ballerina. She deftly placed the offending tablet in its desired location, tipped his head back and it was gone! When we try, it’s a creepy feeling—like poking your finger in a bear trap. The two times we did manage to get it into him, he waited, and then actually spit it out, just like in the cartoons! Phoot, and it’s gone. Our daughter, on the other hand, has skills as if trained by Ringling Brothers. Without chair or whip, she gives pills and trims claws for any cat in our house (except Anny Catt, who sits under (and in the middle) of our king-size bed and growls). She has the other brother cat, and a foster failure, too. We think she practices the dark arts.

After another visit to the vet, where she said, “It’s just like this, just pop it in!” and gave us sympathetic looks, we (brainstorm!) decided to buy a pill grinder and hide the pill in food. We tried a variety of food: hamburger, raw and sautéed; chicken, white meat, dark meat, innards—grilled and minced; sardines (never again!); and even canned tuna for humans. After many failed attempts, we discovered a cat food that is so nasty it must be heavenly, yet it disguises the taste, because now Anny Catt takes her meds every morning, like a little pig.

Not so the wise and cranky Moggy. O Moggy, of the eighteen years, brother of the alpha cat, Elliot. Yes, he thinks he is royalty. And therefore, he shall not take that pill. We tried cat food after cat food, all the way up to paying almost $3 for a small, single serve can. The other cats became resentful of that tiny bowl of precious yummies, and growling would commence. It got to the point where Moggy was afraid to put his face in the bowl, lest someone ambush him. So he quit eating his “Exclusive Kitty.”

We next tried half-and-half. We warmed it up. Nope. Next came whipped topping. Moggy liked that well enough, as long as it didn’t have meds in it. I guess he smelled it; he sulked and crept away, shooting us dirty looks over his shoulder. My hubby, Steven, puzzled as to why the cream method was no longer working, actually tasted a ground-up pill. It was awful. The taste lingered for over two hours, he reported, with more sympathy for the furbabies.

Finally, we hit upon cream cheese. It must be able to disguise that taste, given its own strong flavor (and smell). We tried softened cheese at first, but it was a royal pain to mix a crushed orange pill into a tablespoon of cheese (any more is just too much, for some reason, and he won’t finish it), so we switched to whipped cheese. It worked! For a while. So we warmed it up a bit, and he ate it up.

And that’s where we stand now. Every morning, he gets his little spoonful of cheese, with the pill, on a TV tray, because the slighted cats decided they would have a go at cream cheese if it meant they were getting something special.

And we wonder what lengths others go to in order to keep their uncooperative pets healthy.

 

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