The Edge of Darkness

Will the last dance truly last forever? If you choose to dance with the devil it may well do so…as Florence finds out when she agrees to a dangerous liasion with Old Nick Mephistopheles.

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As the Orchestra struck up the music and the dance floor of the Waldorf Astoria glittered into life, Florence stood up. She reluctantly took the outstretched hand of her long time dancing partner, Old Nick. As he swept her elegantly into the diaphanous throng of chiffon and lace she stumbled. His vice like grip on her arm and steely glare ensured she would not cause him further embarrassment. She flinched and blinked away hot tears of anger and shame. It hadn’t always been like this. They were so in step before…

Florence once thrilled at being in the company of rich and influential Nick Mephistopheles. He wasn’t handsome and his age was indeterminate, but he had charisma and a dark charm. Nick’s business practices were more than shady, but as long as she was on the receiving end of his largesse Florence didn’t give a damn what people said about him. There were rumours he was part of the underworld, they said there were other women but she didn’t care. Florence was a night girl. They said he ruled New York City and went for the jugular of anyone who opposed him. Was she afraid? No, it didn’t seem to worry her, it gave her a rush. She didn’t give a thought that there may be a heavy price to pay for his patronage when their first dance had begun all those years ago.

“What kind of business are you in, Nick?” Florence asked with an engaging smile.

“I’m a people person, a collector,” his reply was enigmatic and further enquiries subdued by the string of exquisite black pearls he draped around her slender neck.

“How can I possibly repay your generosity, kind Sir?” She already knew she would do anything for him. The lavish Manhattan lifestyle was highly addictive for a girl from a Brooklyn brownstone.

“Oh, I guess body and soul should be payment enough, yours and others I send you to collect!” There was a twinkle in his coal black eyes and she thought he had jested. Back then. Back when the dance had begun.

Nick was generous. Florence only had to express a desire and it was hers for the taking, fabulous jewels, designer clothes, the Fifth Avenue apartment and the prestige of being on his arm.

Nick liked to work hard and party hard. He liked all eyes on him and he had a ruthless and vindictive streak with rivals in both the ballroom and the boardroom. Florence was a huge asset to his dealings. Nick rewarded most handsomely when she performed. With a Siren’s call her beauty brought victims to Nick’s lair. It was all a game to Florence, well paid with a hint of danger. She liked that. The glitter and glamour was seductive and Florence willingly checked in all morality and conscience as the years passed and she continued taking to the dance floor and dancing to Mr Mephistopheles tune.

Tonight there was unease in the air. Florence was tiring of their ‘Les Liaisons Dangereuses’ and told him she wanted out. She told him she wanted more, she wanted love. Nick laughed in her face then grew possessive and wrapping his strong fingers around her neck he drew her close.

“Florence, we have a contract. I own you, body and soul.”

As she tried to pull away he kissed her hard on her ruby lips. There was none of the usual passion, just a stamp of ownership. She shuddered. The ballroom had become a prison and her dancing partner her gaoler. They had sealed the deal a long time ago – When you dance with the devil, there is no way out…

It was time for a new dancing partner. Nick would have to go. As the thought crossed her mind, she saw the Stranger and he saw her. And Nick saw him too. Savagely he grabbed her wrist, and snarled,

“Stay with me, Florence. Better the devil you know…”

Florence broke free and without looking back made her way across the empty dance floor. All eyes were on her but she saw no one only the charismatic stranger. He seemed to emit a numinous light. Music sublimely filled the ballroom and she moved inexorably into his arms.

“Do you want to dance?” she whispered seductively.

“Only, if you are willing to forsake Nick’s protection and come with me to the end of time, Florence.” He brushed her face with beguiling lips and shuddering she realised his mouth was as cold as the grave.

“I will…” she paused looking back at Nick’s table, but he was nowhere to be seen.

As the stranger held out his hand, it dawned on her he knew her name but she did not know his. Just who was this beguilingly beautiful man? With prescience he smiled and answered the question swimming in her mind.

“Lucifer.”

As she gasped, he swept her into his arms and onto the dance floor. The Orchestra struck up the music and the plaintive strains of Sibelius’ ‘Valse Triste’ filled the air. The Last Waltz would truly last forever as Florence danced with the devil to the edge of darkness…

© Eily Nash 2015

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The Lost Princess

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My beautiful Princess, Jennifer Norman~Mummy Loves you

Once upon a Time, (as all self-respecting fairy tales start), a beautiful Princess named Rowena was trying to find her way through the forest. She thought she had become lost, and she panicked to be alone so far from home. As she neared a clearing in the forest she was delighted to see a fine Knight upon a fine horse. The sun was glistening on his amour and he was a dazzling sight. He introduced himself as Prince Tarnish.

The gallant Knight offered her his hand, and pulled Rowena up behind him onto the magnificent steed. And as is generally the way in these matters they rode off into the sunset. The Princess greatly anticipating the happy ending she had been sold with her Prince. Eventually, after a bumpy ride they arrived at the Knight’s castle. Once again, the bright light of the sun dazzled the Princess and she was unaware of her surroundings or where the Knight had brought her to, a fortified castle in the Land of Mendacity. She was so very tired after the long journey. Night fell.

Awaking from a fitful sleep, she opened her eyes and was bathed in pale daylight filtering through the window. With surprise she noted the window had iron bars. Why would such a beautiful castle need such things, what was to be kept out, or who was to be kept in? Peering through the thick black iron bars, which greatly restricted her view of the wide and wondrous world beyond, the Princess saw her Knight, Prince Tarnish. He was preparing to mount his trusty steed and ride out in pursuit of adventure, after all, isn’t that what Knights do? Rescue fair damsels and slay dragons.

In the cold light of day, the Princess saw that the Knight’s amour was not the dazzling white she had first seen. No, it was tarnished in many places. With blinding intuition she realized the Knight had no interest in slaying dragons, for they would be a formidable foe (and also put up one hell of a fight). This Knight sought out tender and pure hearts to run his gauntlet. Hearts he intended to batter with his spiked lances, and just for good measure pierce with the cold steel of his sword. For the pure of heart knew not of his treacherous traps. She also saw an image in her minds’ eye of the Knight. He was sitting astride his mighty horse, whilst she tried to wipe the tarnish from his amour, with the beautiful fabric of her luxurious and dazzling raiment. The Princess valiantly hoped she would be able to shine his amour so brightly that once again it would gleam as if the heart of the sun blazed out from the core of his very being. With deep sorrow, she saw that she was unable to polish the Knights amour, the tarnish was too ingrained. Worse, the beautiful, iridescent clothes that made up her attire were becoming rags. Torn, tattered and shredded beyond recognition with the fruitless effort. The Knight chose not to notice such trifles, and he did not provide his Princess with new garments befitting her royal status. She began to wonder if he truly was a Prince of

if he truly was of noble birth. Polishing Prince Tarnish’s armor was proving a huge challenge to Princess Rowena. This was a job for a serious Alchemist, versed in the magical arts of turning base metal to gold. It was not for the feint hearted or the delicate sensitivities of a Princess versed only in Love and Kindness. To know this grieved the Princess greatly, and in her sorrow many tears fell. Eventually the tears formed a shimmering, glistening pool in which her countenance was reflected. The Princess stared into the pool and it took many minutes before the realization dawned, the desolate and sad beauty looking up was indeed a reflection of her own self. How had this come to pass? In anguish she cried out for help.

A soft voice whispered in reply,

‘Hello’.

Surprised her request had been heard, she looked for the source of the comforting voice. Could it be there was a fairy godmother waiting in the wings? Turning her regal head towards the discarnate voice, she was met with the sight of not a glowing and magical fairy godmother, but what appeared to be an incredibly ugly, wizened old Crone. In truth the Crone was a Wise Woman, but the Princess had yet to find this out. At first she recoiled in horror to her answered prayer. Beware what you wish for.

The Wise Woman was wrapped in a deep moss green velvet cloak; under which her long and bony fingers gripped an object of deep beauty, an oval mirror, coated in a strange

black surface which gave no reflection.

‘Who are you, old woman?’ enquired the Princess.

The Wise Woman looked deeply into the sad eyes of the beautiful Princess. Her gaze was penetrating, reaching into her very psyche. Her eyes seemed to draw the very essence of the Princess’ character from the core of her being.

‘The help you requested’ she replied.

‘What do you carry under your cloak?’ asked the Princess, intrigued by the black mirror.

‘Your freedom’ replied The Wise Woman.

The Wise Woman told the Princess, as she handed her the object, that it was a scrying mirror, magic of course. It was made from black Obsidian, a crystal for prophesy and truth.

There was a warning on the back of the mirror stating:

‘Truth can hurt,

Untruth’s hurt even more’,

Proceed with Caution.’

‘OK, you read the warning, ‘What do you want to know?’ asked The Wise Woman

Holding the vision of the handsome Knight, not so resplendent in his tarnished amour, the Princess asked,

‘Pray, tell me what lies beneath the Knight’s amour, who is there when the real Knight stands up, is he really a Prince of Noble birth?’

Looking deeply into the mirror her gaze was met with an inscrutable black surface, slowly an image appeared in the depths of blackness. She did not see an image of a fine and valiant Knight, intent on righting wrongs and doing chivalrous deeds. She did not see a Knight worthy of the glorious deeds the Troubadours sang of in their love songs and on the strings of their mandolins. She was shocked to see a very horrid and naughty child. He was throwing the mother of all tantrums, his face contorted in rage because he could not have his own way. Sadly, the Princess recognized that this was indeed a true depiction of the Knight. She turned to

The Wise Woman and enquired,

‘Does the Knight not know of Love, Honor and Chivalry and all that stuff the Troubadours sing about?’

‘How could he?’ replied The Wise Woman

‘He is but a child, and he does not know that Love is unconditional. He seeks to receive not give love, from a place of childish egocentricity and willfulness. This child has not been taught well, he faces many lessons before he learns.’

‘Oh, how very sad, that grieves my heart.’

The Princess sighed, for she was indeed pure of heart. She did know about love being unconditional and compassionate. Her heart went out to the Knight who did not know these things.

‘And you, Princess? Are you ready to face yourself?’ enquired The Wise Woman

At first the Princess was afraid, the sorrowful face from the tear stained pool still fresh in her memory. It seemed an eternity since she had seen her true reflection. There were No mirrors in the castle; for the Knight had no desire to see His true reflection and equally had no desire for the Princess to see her true beauty. He knew then the light of her loveliness would illuminate the darkness in his heart.

Slowly she lifted the mirror, eyes tightly closed. And slowly she opened them, unsure what she would behold. The deep black obsidian once again stared inscrutably back. Once again an image formed within the heart of darkness of the magic mirror. An imaged that grew and grew in magnificent radiance. It was the most gorgeous, multi -faceted, pure cut diamond she had ever beheld; emitting glorious, iridescent, magical colors. The diamond glowed and pulsed with the intensity of the very Sun itself. In awe she asked

‘What does it mean?’

‘You see a true reflection of yourself, Dear One,’ answered The Wise Woman.

‘And the Knight?’ whispered the Princess.

‘You saw a true reflection of what he is, Dear One, he is no Prince and therefore not worthy of you,’ answered The Wise Woman.

‘What now, what do I do?’ implored the Princess.

Once again she lifted the magic mirror and gazed deeply into the void of all knowing blackness. She saw clearly the Knights castle, the draw bridge was pulled up and the hatches were battened down, for a fierce and mighty storm approached. Vicious vines were rapidly growing over the castle walls, reaching to the very turrets and parapets. And with all her heart the Princess knew, if she stayed she would be forever entrapped within the Castle walls.

‘Is this all there is for me?’ A solitary tear fell onto the mirror.

‘Look again, Dear One’. Replied the Wise Woman

When she did, she saw a path leading from the treacherous castle. A tiny little path, winding through thickets and thorns and all manner of unforeseen terrors.

The path gradually widened and once free of the castle grounds it opened into a glorious golden path leading towards the Sun. Along the path were strewn infinite possibilities and opportunities. Once again, the Princess’ intuition showed her that if she summoned all her courage and bravely traversed the path she would find her own Eden. The Princess vaguely remembered, from what seemed an eternity past, this path was the very one she had been on. That was before becoming lost in the forest and doubting her ability to travel alone, before seeking the ill-starred protection of the Knight.

‘What do I do?’ she cried to The Wise Woman, who had stood by and silently observed all these things.

The Wise Woman wrapped the Princess in her old, fragile and wizened arms. They felt strangely warm. They felt strong and the Princess was filled with a pulsating feeling of absolute acceptance, peace, tranquility and an overwhelming sense of unconditional, heartfelt love for The Wise Woman. A feeling that was all at once familiar, the Princess felt she had come home.

‘The choice is yours alone, Dear One. It is the way of this land you inhabit, this Earth plane, that you have been given as part of your lessons the double edged sword of Free will. You have free will to stay or go or free will to enslave yourself to another or choose to use the key that you alone hold to your freedom. You always have the gift of free will, use it wisely.’

As these words sunk in, the Princess broke free from The Wise Woman’s embrace, and through her tears which were now falling as rain upon the winter of her heart, she struggled to see the Wise Woman. As she wiped her face, she gasped, The Wise Woman was gone. In her place there stood a radiant Being of Light. An Angel, whose very presence filled the entire room and emitting a brilliance that was truly ethereal and heaven sent. In awe, the Princess realised she was looking into the face of her own Guardian Angel.

‘Know this, Dear One, now you have asked for my help I will support you whichever path you choose. I cannot choose for you, as you have free will. I can and will ease your path and illuminate the way. Know that I have Always been with you and there for you. I have laughed when you laughed and I have cried when you cried.’ The Angel smiled and then continued,

‘Dear One, nothing is lost, herein lays the opportunity for a lesson to be learned. Things on this Earth plane of illusion may not always be what they seem. Can you now see the day you were lost in the forest, you alone had the freewill to find your own way out, and you alone had the free will to choose to accept the Knight’s hand? You could not make the Knight what he is not? The Knight could not make you who you are not.’ The Angel paused to allow the Princess to assimilate her words, and then continued,

‘Dear Princess, a priceless lesson to learn is this: all you need to navigate this sea of life is to let the wisdom of your Soul captain the ship of the Self. The Diamond that you are refracts the Light of Cosmic consciousness you hold as your birth right.’ Her eyes looked deeply into the Princess’ as she continued;

‘Even the Knight holds this light, and when his inner child grows so he too will come to realize this Truth.’

‘Will the Knight change his ways, will he change for me?’ asked the Princess, holding onto a tiny vestige of hope, for she loved the Knight although she did not love the way he had chosen to treat her.

‘In order to love another, first the Knight must learn to love himself; completely free from his ego self, this may take some time,’ the Angel answered.

The Princess bowed her head. She realized that her Knight may never be able to change his ways and that if he did, it would be for himself and not for her or anyone else. She finally realized that to hold onto the hope another person would change to be the way someone else wanted them to be, well that was a flawed hope, doomed to failure. Her wise companion continued to counsel,

‘Remember and hold these Truths: Time is the great illusion, for in Eternity there is no time. You, the Prince and all mankind are in essence spiritual beings; you are in the density of matter whilst you grow through the experiences of being in human form. You are more than you can see. There is much more that you can be. Princess Rowena, the choice is yours alone. You may choose your path, you cannot choose for him the path that you would wish Prince Tarnish to travel, only he alone can decide.
The pure essence of Divine Love resides within you~All that is without is merely an illusion.’

And in That moment the Princess absolutely and unequivocally knew the path she would choose……

THE END…..Or was it just the beginning?

© Eily Nash 2012

From my novel ‘Torn from the Heart’ Available on Amazon

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In the company of Archangels

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…Ellis crawled into the comfortable four poster bed, giving silent thanks for its sanctuary and safety.  Imagining she was giving an Oscar’s speech filled with gratitude to all  the people who had made her repose in this most agreeable of beds possible, she broke into a huge smile. Then as the image faded another hardly discernible secret smile crossed her face, recognising the world of glitz and glamour was an only an illusion and here in this land where the veil between two worlds was gossamer thin, here in this Sacred Isle of Avalon, lay the substance of Truth.

From the little lattice window she saw Sirius shining brightly and gazing upon its blue intensity Ellis found herself chanting the names of the Archangels. Softly, barely audibly at first, resting on the feather pillows and snuggled under the eiderdown in her cotton shift. The walls of her room were hung with beautiful paintings of the four Archangels, Michael, Raphael, Uriel and Gabriel. Each picture placed on one of the four walls, and around each frame an astrological glyph,elemental symbol and one of the cardinal directions were engraved. As her voice grew louder in intensity, she found herself standing in the middle of the room, eyes fixed on Sirius. Her arms took on a life of their own and were raised upwards; she stood like a chalice, a cup waiting to be filled.

Each Holy name fell from her lips three times, melodiously resonating around the room….Ariel, Azrael, Chamuel, Gabriel, Haniel, Jeremial, Jophiel….The vibration of the words seemed to be building an energy field around her…Michael….As the powerful tone of the mighty Archangel’s name resounded three times, deeply from within her very being the room was flooded with a ray of midnight blue light, the light from Sirius filled the space where she stood, and it seemed as if an energy vortex opened up. Ellis no longer existed in a three dimensional form, she had become pure resonance. Her voice continued to chant…Metatron, Razial, Raphael, Uriel, Zadkiel, Zaphael...A lightning bolt of pure white light exploded within the vortex, releasing within it a myriad of millions of multi-coloured stars and strands of light, all swirling within around and about and adding to the power o the vortex. As she finished intoning the Archangels names, Ellis became aware of a sweet overlay of pure sound, the lights were full of this exquisite toning, and conversely the vibration of the toning created more colour and light.

She felt as if she existed outside time and space, she was part of and the whole sequence of the beautiful light and sounds show. The star light entered the top of the vortex and Ellis felt herself pulled almost magnetically at what felt like supersonic speed out of the swirling mass of colour and light. Then stillness, and she saw laid out before her the midnight canvass of deep space, with the Earth slowly rotating, held in the soft and inky blackness. Ellis was aware of a subtle shift in vibration and watched the colours energetic resonance from within the vortex erupt and spill all over the Earth, now changing to a multitude of greens, vervian, fern, forest, moss, pine, teal, celadon, jade and emerald all different all one. With the change of colour the toning became more musical, a soft healing sound. Without knowing how Ellis became aware of seeing the whole of the Earth from outside the planet. She became suffused with a sense of deep healing energy wrapping the Earth, and all that was in, on and of the planet, all of mankind, the creatures of the air, earth and waters, she saw the healing enter into the hearts minds and souls of men.

The beautiful healing energy levels intensified and Ellis watched as the mighty Archangel Raphael, appeared his arms outstretched, palms directed towards the whole world, as the myriad green lights pulsated in an eternal flow from his beautiful hands. The healing went deep into Mother Earth, touching all her geography and geology, the rocks, minerals and crystals, her deserts, forests and polar ice caps. Ellis then saw the healing energies touch all that was unseen on the Earth, the living life forms of the elemental kingdoms, those creatures that existed on a different energetic plane to the humans, creatures of the pure elements of fire, air, earth, water and ether. The healing continued to pulse and grow, finally touching those spirits who were lost and trapped in time, discarnate beings walking between two worlds. The shades of green had merged into one and from within the now purely emerald healing ray many beautiful beings of pure light, angels of the Lord, had descended and were reaching out to the lost souls, willing them to accept the healing rays and return Home wrapped in their love and light and protection. She saw some step into their Angel’s arms, whilst others too immersed in their own illusion of separateness and darkness were unable as yet to see the light.

As Ellis’ consciousness observed all of this unfold she felt a deep connection with the healing energy, and understood that the planet was not just a random object orbiting in a space created out of nothingness and chaos, that the Earth was part of the fabric of the Universe of God’s holy creation, and no matter how much harm mankind wrecked on himself and the planet, there was a Higher Source constantly at work, picking up after the damage caused by Source’s unruly children.

A blinding flash suffused Ellis and with this new understanding Ellis became aware once more of being in her body, her consciousness poured back into the organic matter that was her vehicle for negotiating life on the Earth plane. Somehow she understood, as never before, the importance of looking after her mind, body and spirit, for she had work to do and it was her responsibility to protect herself from all that was harmful, abusive and of a low vibration. With knowledge came the understanding of the spiritual law of discernment, and the words from Christ Jesus’s Sermon on the Mount: “Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.”

Finding herself back in her warm bed, starring up at Sirus twinkling in the night sky. She stared at her hands and then held them up to the Starlight, unwilling to detach from the all connectedness of being in the mighty Archangels presence. In that moment a beautiful ray of pre crystalline emerald light emanated from Sirius and shone directly into the room and into her upturned palms, She felt the emerald light enter her body and suffuse the whole of her being with a peace and love she had never experienced before, a feeling of absolute, peace and serenity filled her heart and she felt her heart open and expand in love for the beautiful Archangel who was filling her with the light of his celestial essence.

‘You are a healer, and are called to Service for the greater good, accept My Emerald healing ray for you now know how to wisely use this gift’.

Ellis fell back into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Sunlight streaming through the little lattice window awoke her, and as she greeted the new day she started wondering if the events the night before had been another strange Glastonbury dream, yet she felt different, something inside had shifted. Feeling energised and totally alive she emerged from her bed, throwing back the cosy eiderdown there was a slight thud as something clattered to the floor from the fold of her nightshift. Ellis scrabbled under the bedstead to see what it was. Her hand tightened around something hard and cold. Opening her fingers to see what lay within Ellis gasped, in the palm of her hand lay a beautiful emerald coloured heart shaped crystal . Smiling she turned to the painting of Archangel Raphael and bowed her head in silent gratitude.

© Eily Nash 2012 from my book ‘Wychwood’

 

 

 

 

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Magic power of a wishing flower

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From a field in Glastonbury

Sweet Dandelion
Do you wait patiently for me
To come along and set you free
I’ve heard plenty an aged tale told
Of the magic a Dandelion holds.
Is that so little wishing flower?
Do you have such magic power?

I bid of thee, fly free, Blessed Be.
Bring my heart’s desire back to me!
Scatter through the fields and trees
Soft starburst on the gentle breeze
Treasured seed falls to Mother Earth
Within each one the promise of rebirth

…And so the dance of life goes on…

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Anam Cara

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Van Gogh-Starry Night courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

I know the woman in this tale.  People tell me things, usually the things that are causing them pain or distress; emotional, mental, physical…sometimes all three combined. I listen, it is what I do. Sometimes a gentle word helps, others require a lengthy discourse and wise counsel.For some words simply are not enough and wrapping them in the soft and gentle wings of understanding, filled with a heartfelt prayer to God, gives comfort. Some know where they are going and some are lost and need a little guidance to find their way again. That is when I will walk by their side, sometimes for a little while and sometimes  for a lifetime. Such is the role of the Anam Cara.

Come sit by my side and I shall share Evelyn’s tale with you.

Evelyn was a long way from home, she had travelled a great distance. The road had not always been smooth or straight as she sought her destination. There were many nights she had stood out in the darkness of the world and gazed at the night sky. Beguiled by the blanket of heavenly stars, she longed for home. Home was not of this place, it was somewhere so very far away, it was somewhere above, but she knew not where. She knew her heart ached and longed for home and she had faced many obstacles just to get this far. Along the way she encountered many people, some were kind, some were not. Some shone with an inner light, some emanated darkness. Some saw the beauty of the World, some did not.Finally the road had begun to smooth out and Evelyn decided to travel by day. By the bright light of the Sun she saw the Earth was clothed in beauty and nature was bountiful. And she longed to know more of this place on her long journey home…

In the darkness of night a  voice spoke to Evelyn and directed her to go a Holy place, the ancient isle of Avalon where she would meet a Guide who would accompany her on her journey. She heeded and went. At the shores of a great lake a small barge awaited. Evelyn stepped aboard the barge of Avalon and wrapping a cloak of purple velvet around her body, she reclined gratefully upon damask cushions. By moonlight the barge set off, the rise and fall of oars creating gentle ripples on the cold water. Shyly Evelyn regarded her boatman. He was radiant and golden with cobalt blue eyes. He wore the robes of a Holy man and had appeared to her in her dreams. The boatman rowed in silence. No words were required as this was not a meeting with a stranger. At the foot of the Tor they alighted. Ground mist swelled around their feet and they made the ascent to St Michael’s Tower so high above. Tired, yet happy at having come so far, Evelyn fell to her knees in gratitude. With oil of Chrism he anointed her forehead and they prayed to God.

She called him Peter, but did not truly know if this was his name…Neither did she know if he were an Angel of the Lord or just a figment of her imagination. Yet before they descended from the Holy Tower, he told her things, things she did not know, things she could not possibly know. He told her what was hidden within the depths of the hearts and minds of men and how she should see these things and understand how to heal the hurt within a human heart. He told her the sparks of Light she saw with her naked eye were Angels who walked by her side.

With each step Evelyn took with Peter on the long path home she began to see what was ‘As above’ was indeed ‘As below’. She came to understand ‘As within, So without’ was the way of this place. The majesty and beauty of the celestial jewels and the heart of Heaven she longed to be part of were just a whisper away, and were at one with and reflected in the Soul of the Earth. With Peter by her side, she now continued her journey with eyes to see and ears to hear for he had shown her, with Grace, that there was so much more to see and so much more to be

One day Evelyn awoke from a deep sleep.All around her was a deep black nothingness. This was not the darkness of night. It was the Void. At first she was afraid, but Peter was by her side, although she felt his presence she could not see his Light. Gently he soothed her, explaining the Void was a place for her to rest, for the journey had indeed been very hard. Peter’s gentle essence bathed her in understanding. Within the void, all possibilities and realities began to take shape and form. A gentle hum began to resonate within the very core of her being. The hum grew in intensity. She listened intently with an inner ear and heard the Word, and the Word was ‘Om’. Evelyn began to chant ‘Om’ and as her very Being began to vibrate, a Light with the power and intensity of a 1000 cosmic Suns exploded within her. In that moment Evelyn knew that she too was part of the fabric of heaven. She understood that the Word that created the Moon, the Sun, planets and Stars had created her too.

She had reached her journey’s end. Evelyn had found her way home, it was not in some far distant place, it was within her own heart. It was my pleasure to have been her Guide on her long, circular route back to where she had begun…

Thank you for joining Evelyn and I, may you too be blessed to find your way.

Respectfully yours,

Peter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Honeysuckle

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Magical Honeysuckle growing in my English country Garden

Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.

Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.

So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle

Gently entwist. The female ivy so

Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.

Oh, how I love thee! How I dote on thee!

~So speaks Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream~

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Lily Flame

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Gorgeous Lilies, kissed by the touch of morning rain, living in my English country garden🙂

Lady Lily Flame

My Lady,  My Love, My Lily Flame

Do you wear a sullied cloak of shame

Has purity and innocence taken flight

To the beguiling dark embrace of Night

Nyx and Erebus, alluring, starless charms

Mists enticing you into seductive arms

My Lady, My Love, My Lily Flame

Guileless innocence, without blame

Deny the Ferryman his Stygian fee

From Thanatos tenebrous domain flee

By  flames of Winter burning bright

Take safe passage through the  night

My Lady, My Love, My Lily Flame

Capricious gods may play Night’s game

Gates of the rising sun light the way

To sanctuary of Hemera’s breaking day

Purified by the kiss of the  Morning Dew

Absolution and Benediction fall on you

~Eily Nash 2015

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Benediction

LIGHT TREE

I met this beautiful tree one Summer evening in Glastonbury

Ellis was aware that the sun was hanging low in the sky and would be setting shortly, and she would need to make haste if she were to avoid the impending gloom that would descend once the golden Orb had disappeared into the horizon.

As the overgrown dirt track meandered downhill, her eyes were fixed upon where she was going, to avoid stumbling on the loose pebbles. Sidestepping one of the many offerings left by an equine traveller that preceded her on the ramble, Ellis looked up as a glint of light caught the corner of her eye. Stopping in her tracks she became aware of a perfect circle of chestnut trees as she watched the sunlight dappling golden light on the rich green leaves. The branches slowly swayed to the music of a gentle breeze, leaves quivering and dancing to the soft low hum of the wind. Golden light twinkling and sparkling on the rich verdant leaves and the deep brown fruit that littered the floor, cracked open from their protective spikey casings.

Gently stepping over the fallen fruit Ellis answered their invitation and stepped within the circle of trees, noting by the girth of their trunks and the strength of the long outstretched branches, that these were indeed Grand Dames of the woodland, very old and very wise, gnarled and knotted yet strong, proud and beautiful. Their outstretched limbs intertwining and interconnecting with each other, embracing each other in an intricate lattice work of wood which seemed to grow tighter and more close knit as Ellis moved to the centre.

‘Ah the circle is cast!’

And as she stepped within their protective conclave she became aware of a quiet communication, first between the whispers of the wind, and then between each sister tree, and then with herself. With a jolt she realised that the trees were speaking not only to each other, but to her, to Ellis! They were imbuing her with a sense of themselves, of what it felt like to have roots that sank deep down into the verdant rich dark soil, their root systems mirroring the branches above, all interconnected and intertwined. Ellis felt tingle in the soles of her feet and with a start realised that she had sunk ankle deep into the earth, but she did not feel any fear, just an awareness that her toes; the bones and nervous system and veins seemed to be growing and extending beyond the confines of her flesh. She was growing roots. Roots that meandered through the earth, touching, connecting, wrapping around those of the trees that surrounded her, and it felt good. Ellis raised her arms up high in sheer joy, and once again the tingle, and her fingers seemed to elongate, the flesh, veins, bones, nervous systems stretching, stretching up to the tall branches, connecting, weaving, latticing into those of her sisters around her, for now Ellis felt at one in the circle of the Horse Chestnut sisters.

Above her upturned face the sun in a final swan song burst through the density of the leaves, bathing Ellis in a golden light and it felt so good to pull the light of the sun into her body, she felt it travel through her limbs and trunk. As the sun sank on the horizon she became aware that all was momentarily dark, and from the blackness of this void a light appeared, whirling before her eyes, as its motion slowed to a standstill, there hanging in the nothingness was a perfect golden hexagon. And within the six points of the star, a silver tree was transposed with it’s branches perfectly fitting the 3 upper points of the star, and its root system stretched out in symmetry over the lower 3 points of the star. With a blinding flash of light in the centre of her brain  the symbol was absorbed through her crown chakra and the words ‘As Above, So Below’ reverberated through her and in that moment Ellis knew the cosmic synergy of heaven and Earth and the importance of the trees as fully sentient beings upon the Earth, working in Divine Service of Source.

Then she fell into the  nothingness of the void where all potentiality resides.

The loud chattering of the birds stirred her to her senses, and Ellis was surprised to see the Sun was rising, no doubt awoken from her slumber by the sweet call of the birdsong. She was lying curled up on a carpet of springy moss and sweet smelling chamomile under the protection of one of the huge Chestnut trees. Stirring to remember how she had come to be here, a whirl of thoughts flooded her mind and senses…feelings of being one with the trees, of having roots that stretched deep down into Gaia’s warmth and received sustenance and grounding. She now knew the feeling of having strong branches that stretched heavenwards, and felt the warmth of the sun bringing life giving energy down through her body, she recalled the feelings of the pure pleasure of having beautiful leaves and bearing flowers and fruit that in turn delighted and nourished, of the shelter she gave to the birds of the air, the insects and creatures of the forest, and playground for the  nymphs, satyrs and dryads. She delighted in the heavenly delight of being of service to the unbearable Light of Source and beloved Mother Gaia by providing oxygen on beautiful Planet Earth.

As Ellis stood and stretched, she noticed a young sapling by the strongest and oldest tree. From one of it’s tender young branches a glint caught Ellis’ eye. Stretching out her hand, she felt a familiar tingle and there in her palm was a perfect golden six pointed star pendant on which a tree was wrought in silver. And the young tree seemed to whisper on the wind…

‘My gift to you, Mother…’

As Above , So Below.

© Eily Nash 2012 ~From Wychwood

 

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Moi goes Noir!

O’er I am feeling a tad pleased with myself, My Lovelies!

“Indeed, Angel, and just why would that be?” I hear you ask “Is it because you are such a clever little Pupster and your paws have penned such woofiliciously good books?

Hmm…Yes that is one reason to be pleased, but it isn’t that!

“Oh, could it be that you are so cute, Grannie waits on you hand and paw?”

Well yes, of course  she does-that’s her job, and now I have my Butler James he does too… But that isn’t really a reason to be pleased, unless of course you count THEIR pleasure waiting on MOI…So, it isn’t that!

“Of course, it is because you are so beautilicious, you have all those boys chasing after you…Teddy Hot Paws and your True love Handsome Hamish in Tewin, your English country village (you told us all about them in Telling Tails) and Mason the Hollywood Hottie and Shaunessey his Intellectual brother in Manhattan (We met them in Angel in the City) …Oh and of course Krios the Royal Personage you told us all about in your gorgeous slice of chick lit, Angel Cake!

It is true that I am rather like that other famous Diva Marlena Dietrich.Can I help it if Dogs cluster to me like moths around a flame and worship at my perfect paws.. I like her you know. I like old movies, all that Noir stuff. It gave me an idea for my latest photoshoot…Moi goes Noir!!!

VISIT ANGEL’S AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE FOR ALL HER HILARIOUS CANINE CHICK LIT!

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Kids Lit~ Maz The Marvellous Mouse

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Beautiful Violetta craves excitement and when a beauty pageant is staged in her sleepy Somerset village she is determined to win the first round and go on to become ‘Queen of the World.’ With her head full of dreams, vain Violetta sets of for the bright lights of Victorian London. Forgetting all about the little Mouseling she has left behind Violetta’s heart is set on finding fame and fortune. Magdalena wakes to find Violetta has vanished in the night. Determined to find her, the little Mouseling bravely sets off in hot pursuit after her wayward Mama. Although her journey is littered with many pitfalls, perils and full of danger, taking her all the way from England’s shores to the New World, she never gives up hope. Will Magdalena find Violetta. And if she does, will vain Violetta return back home? Follow Mouseling Magdalena on an amazing adventure and find out just how with a lot of courage and a big heart she becomes ‘Maz the Marvellous Mouse’!

PAPERBACK AND KINDLE EBOOK ON AMAZON🙂

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The lovely cover Picture of ‘Lady Mouse of the House’ © Candonyc | Dreamstime.com

 

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Kids Lit~Puppy Paws

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School is out and B.F.F’S Jenna and Amy look forward to a happy summer with their much loved dogs Poppy and Patch. But Poppy is acting strangely and wants to be alone and Patch is moping. What could be the matter? When Jenna’s Dad, Vet Corey, confirms pups are on the way the girls are mega excited to meet and greet the little bundles of fur. The pitter patter of tiny paws causes plenty of laughter, tears and canine chaos! The threat of the adorable puppies being re-homed throws Jenna into a tailspin and she runs away. Just who will come to the rescue when Jenna finds herself in big trouble? And can Amy find a way to help her best friend and keep Poppy, Patch and their cute little family together fur-ever?

Paperback & Ebook available on Amazon🙂

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

The gorgeously cute “Dog In Box”

on the front cover is

© Anna Velichkovsky, Dazdraperma’s Gallery / Stockfresh

 

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Kids Lit~Poppy Paws & Patch

POPPY PAWS AND PATCH

B.F.F’s Jenna and Amy do everything together and share everything together. They have vowed to be Best Friends Forever! Both girls long for a puppy to love and share. But their apartment block in London’s busy West End has a total ban on pets.
Just when their dream seems impossible, gorgeous poodle Poppy Paws comes tearing into their lives, bringing big changes with her. With an unexpected move to the countryside it looks like the girls wishes have just come true…But have they?
Everything should be just perfect in their new homes and Poppy has wrapped her perfect paws around the girls hearts and is part of the ‘Best Friends Forever’ team. Life is good until ‘bad dog’ Patch spoils things for Jenna, she becomes afraid of the thing she loves most, dogs!

With her friendships with both Amy and Poppy Paws threatened, Jenna desperately needs to overcome all her doubts and fears or risk loosing her friends.

B.F.F’S are supposed to be forever… or are they?

Paperback and Kindle Ebook available on Amazon

 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

The delightful front cover image “Little Girl with Umberella”

© Tatig | Dreamstime.com


 

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Westie Books #3 ~Angel Cake

In Which Angel Is Determined To Have her Cake And Eat It!

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Grannie  has been selfishly ignoring all my copious ‘Want, Need, Now’s!’

Grrr…and more Grrr’s…

I want to take my Morning perambulations in Central Park, but Fifth Avenue is a long way down from my incarceration in our Penthouse.

There is a  boy  I need to ‘Meet and Greet’. He’s totally Yummy and so are the mega tasty titbits in his treat bag. You can appreciate just why I’m keen to go walkies like right now. So who is he? Well snuggle up and join me in another of our “Shh…Secret Sharing Sessions” and I will tell the romantic tale of how we met, My Lovelies! But not a word to Hamish, my very jealous boyfriend back in England, he may get the wrong idea…again!

We met yesterday and I think I may be in lurve. So his name is Krios. He is so sophisticated and cosmopolitan and so dashing. Krios is a Kokoni dog from the beautiful Greek Island of Kythira in the Ionian Sea. He told me he is in the Big Apple all week, waiting for his big boat to come into New York Harbour from Athens. Oh, he must mean a luxurious ocean going liner, he must be a real billionaire! Just think of all the goodies he can buy me!  Krios told me his name means Ruler and master. Ohh, he must also be a King, or a Prince at the very least. I told him my name meant a divine and celestial being. We are a match made in heaven. Grannie said his name and mine are total misnomers, cheek! Grannie said Kokoni’s are a very common small dog in Greece and certainly did not rule anyone. Grannie is mad. The boy is obviously a royal personage travelling incognito. He has as good as told me so. I was on a photo-shoot for Vogue Magazine at the Bethesda fountain, you know the fancy one on the terrace right by the lake in Central Park, when I hear this delicious Greek accent exclaim enthusiastically,

‘The Angel, she is soooo beautiful!’

Naturally I reply, ‘Ohhh, yes I am!’ and flutter my beautilicious eyelashes, as the owner of the voice is a mega cute dog!

‘Have you been a fan of mine for long, would you like my paw print?’ I  inquired of the cute dog, as I flirted with further rather fetching eyelash fluttering.

He looked a bit bemused and confused and unbelievably asked Moi,

‘Erm…You are…???’

Grannie had come along to watch my shoot, and ensure all my want, need, now’s were promptly dealt with. Nonplussed at his ignorance, she nudged me and whispered in a very loud voice,

‘I think he was referring to her up there, not you down here!’

She pointed to The ‘Angel of the Waters’ towering over the fountain, and the cute boy only nodded his head. Can you believe it? Humphh. Is my Grannie for real? Does that boy live on Mars?

‘F.Y.I ignorant young man, I am Angel Nash, beautilicious Global Icon, Fashionista and famous Author! And all these cameras are for Moi, not some old statue!’ I sternly, yet modestly informed him.

Angel’s love life is about to get even more complicated as her misadventures continue in her latest tasty treat of a Westie book!

ANGEL CAKE

Angel is a diva dog who has it all, beauty, fame and a luxurious uptown life in Manhattan with her doting Grannie and Butler James attending to all her copious ‘want, need, nows!’. What more could a girl want? When Angel meets a super cute boy, who happens to be an incognito King, she realises there is something missing from her life, the royal title of H.R.H Princess Angel to be exact! When her royal suitor bestows tasty treats and offers more, Angel’s dreams of social elevation go to her head. Our girl is on a mission to nab herself a crown and a rather yummy cake. She isn’t about to let the little matter of a true love back home in England spoil her plans. But when old frenemy Kimbles the Bichon biatch arrives in New York, and a blast or two from the past reappear, life becomes “it’s complicated” and Angel finds she has more than a touch of trouble on her delectable paws. Mischief and mayhem ensue as Angel is determined to have her crown and wear it and have her cake and eat it! Join our girl on the couch in her fabulous Manhattan Penthouse as she candidly reveals all in her cosy secret sharing sessions, with you, her Lovelies!

TAKE A LITTLE WALKIES OVER TO AMAZON FOR THE LATEST WESTIE BOOK FROM “THE PAWS” OF ANGEL NASH!

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Westie Books # 2~Angel in the City

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Why Hellooo My Lovelies, I thought you would like a little update on my Stateside shenanigans. But Shhh…this little sharing is top hot gossip and totally secret!

I can confirm that the city of New York continues with the Angel Love Fest. I have been winded and dined, feted and adored. I have been working so hard my paws have hardly touched the ground. All in a day’s work for a beautilicious Global Icon. You know that saying ‘All work and no play? I have a little secret. Shhh…Come closer. I shall burst if I don’t tell someone, and you, My Lovelies, are the chosen ones!

Naughty Moi,  I have been playing! Not a word to Grannie tho’ as I had to be a touch sneaky and get rid of her for quite a few hours. After all I don’t want her going back to Tewin and blabbing, gossip soon gets around our village! Not that there is too much to tell as I am so hugely considerate of others feelings, and would never put myself first and do anything that could possibly upset anyone. Also I don’t want my fur to fly when I eventually get home and my Beloved finds out about me and a little Affair De Coeur. Not, of course, there is anything much to find out, ahem… So a word to the wise, My Lovelies, ‘What happens in the Hamptons stays in Hamptons!’

You may recall the unfortunate incident when that rotten frenemy of mine, Kimbles, craftily encouraged me to have one Prosecco too many and I let spill way too much. Ohh, that girl was a total biatch snitching to my beloved Hamish about all those other boys. Thankfully I got away with it, Er, I mean, ahem…He believed me! O’er, I do hope he doesn’t take her out to dinner again, Grumph.

Anyway, moving rapidly on from Hamish and Kimbles, in all the whirlwind round of book signings, Press, P.R and Meet and Greets, I have pulled off a secret tryst in The Hamptons with the Cutest Canine!!! The fame game can get a tad overwhelming, even for one as awesome as me and a girl needs the odd diversion. So his name is Mason, he’s a Mastiff. All rippling Muscles, powerful jaw, you know the type. I met him at a TV interview. He is an actor. And his eyes…intense. Mason does a lot of those blockbuster movie thingies. I have to admit getting bored watching anything that is not a home movie of me, so I did not really know who he was. He liked that. He gets a lot of girls chasing him ‘cos of the Movie Star thing. I told him I have the same problem back in my English country village,  Tewin, what with being so beautilicious and all.

After finding out we had just sooo much in common, we arranged a sneaky date, as you do. So I am all dressed up looking totally hot, apart from having a Grannie tagging along as a totally last season accessory. Hmm, I don’t think so! I switched my brain into gear. Diversionary action was called for immediately as Mason had a Helicopter waiting on my posh hotel’s Helipad to whisk us off to his posh house in The Hamptons. Ohh, I can report that we had a delicious moonlit dinner and even more delicious smooochiieeepoo’s on his private beach. Definitely a Grannie free zone. If Grotty, Er I mean Grannie, had come along riding shotgun, she would have severely cramped my style. Also, I couldn’t trust her not to snitch. Erm, not that there was anything much to tell, but as already agreed, a word to the wise…

‘What Happens in The Hamptons, stays in The Hamptons!!!’

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IMG_0235‘So Angel, pray do tell, just how did you get rid of the excess baggage?’ You may well solicitously enquire.

Snuggle up My Lovelies, I have a yummy plate of blinis topped with smoked salmon, cream cheese and Beluga caviar. We shall have a delicious glass of Verve Cliquot to wash them down. Mmm…nice isn’t it? I have lots more where that came from so sip up and I will tell all! My cunning plan went as follows…

‘Grannie, I’m thirsty.’

‘I’ll get room service immediately my poppet, what would you like, pink Champagne?’

‘Yes please Grannie. I think I deserve some Champers, don’t you?’

‘Oh indeed I do, Angelkins!’

‘But I don’t fancy pink and I checked, they don’t do what I Want, Need, Now…and I feel a little hissy fit coming on…’

‘O’er, Angel, what is it? Grannie will go and get whatever you want, anything you need, and I will do it right now. Maybe a nice Prosecco?’

‘Really Grannie, really, really, anything, anywhere???’

‘Yes Angel, My sweet Pupster.’

‘Promise?’

‘Yes, My Poppet.’

‘Well, OK Grannie, as long as it is not toooo much trouble to look after me when I am just a helpless little Pupster?’

‘Nothing is too much trouble for you, baby girl.’

‘Hmm…OK…If you really insist. Grannie I really don’t fancy Prosecco. What I really want is a little bit more upmarket. I think I deserve only the best, don’t you Grannie?’

‘Of course I do Angel, my fur-baby love.’

‘Oh good. I am glad we agree on that. So please may I have a little case of Veuve Cliquot La Grande Dame. That should go down rather nicely.’

‘This is an exclusive Manhattan Hotel, are you sure Room Service can’t get it, they have got a Siberian Tiger for that Prince on the 35th Floor!!?’

‘No…You have to go over to LaGuardia ‘cos My publishers are sending it on the next flight from Paris with some Beluga caviar.’

‘O.K…that will take me some time in rush hour traffic, My Precious.’

‘Yes, yes, I know… And Er, Grannie…’

‘Yes, Angel My Love?’

‘The elevators are broke, you have to take the stairs.’

‘What, all 53 floors?’’

Grrr. It’s not like you don’t need the exercise Grannie Dearest. Just sayin’ and you should be grateful that really I am doing you huge favour by asking a teensy weensy little thing. So don’t waste time thanking me, you best get cracking.’

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So she did, and so did I! Off on a totally awesome date nite with a Hollywood Hottie!

All the ramifications from my Stateside flirtations revealed in my latest Magnum Opus🙂

~ ANGEL IN THE CITY~

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Beautilicious Angel is taking just the biggest, yummiest bite out of the Big Apple! Life is awesome for the Brit sensation now she is an uptown girl in a Manhattan Penthouse. Angel is about to find out that Fame has its price. Her ‘it’s complicated love life is just about to get even more tangled. The little Diva Dog’s clandestine date with Hollywood Hottie, Mason the Mastiff makes headlines. When she is later papped with his twin brother, intellectual Shaunessey, Angel decides she ‘cannot confirm nor deny…’ to the hungry Press pack baying for news. Back home, True Love Handsome Hamish wants answers! Angel returns to face the music, only to find arch Frenemy Kimbles, the biatch Bichon Frise is not only trying to steal her thunder but also her man! Hmm, but which one??? Things are not going Angel’s way, until she decides to unleash her secret weapon, Grannie, on her unsuspecting Frenemy! The fur is set to fly. Just who will be top dog? Snuggle up and share another scintillating secrets session with ‘The Paws!’ It’s all totally hush-hush, so peek inside, riotous Canine Capers will be revealed! Shhh…Don’t tell!

Our Pawsome Pooch is on Amazon!

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Westie Books #1~Telling Tails

From Pupster to Pawsome Author of Westie books…Meet & Greet Miss Angel Nash!

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“…I am miffing mad! I have been unfairly accused, and misunderstood. Grrr…It is not a good idea to cross Moi! My True Love, Hamish, and that B.F nabbin’ frenemy of mine, Kimbles, should be worried! Grannie can watch out too! It is time to name and shame and my paws are on creative fire with all the tales I am going to tell!”

Angel’s love life is already ‘It’s complicated’ especially as her frenemy Kimbles is keen to get her paws on Angel’s True Love. When a gossip girl whispers in Handsome Hamish’s ear that he is not the only cute boy she has been stepping out with, the shadow of suspicion falls on Angel. Meanwhile selfish human, author Grannie, thoughtlessly decides to feature sneaky Kimbles  in one of her books, a dream Angel has longed for. It is all too much and the fur is set to fly! Canine chaos ensues when Angel takes matters into her own paws and sabotages the offending manuscript, getting Grannie fired and Angel hired by a huge New York publishing house. A riotous romp unfolds along the way to sudden fame, as our girl creates mischief and mayhem and muses on hugely important matters, namely herself!

🐾 A PAWSOME READ ~ PAPERBACK & KINDLE EBOOK on Amazon

“Telling Tails” the first of Angel’s Westie books on Amazon🙂

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