Rara has moved again

Her new address:

Radhika Jaini, WF0124
PO Box 8100
Corona, CA  93610-8100

She should be in this new location for at least a couple months.  And, yes, any letters you just sent off to the previous location will be forwarded to her.  It may take a week or so, but she’ll get them all eventually.

Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow, everyone in the US.  Happy random Thursday in November, everyone else.  If you’ve been following along with my new “sorceress” story you’ll be happy to know that I’ve written enough so there is a post scheduled for every week now through the end of the year.  Thanks for the feedback.  Thanks for reading.


They circled around her, leering, jeering, laughing, taunting.  They had her caught.  They had her in their trap and she would soon taste the consequences of their fear and prejudices.

She could feel their loathing as it radiated off them to prick at her skin.  A thousand tiny daggers danced against her flesh.  Brands of magic, turned red-orange from the flames of their souls, pressed into her being.  Under different circumstances she might have cringed and screamed away from the sensation.

She could smell their terror of who she was and what she was capable of.  It filled her nostrils with the stench of refuse and mildew and under different circumstances she might have balked and squirmed away from the scent.

But the sorceress did not balk or scream.  She had faced bullies before and had learned to stand up to them.  As they circled around her, she was briefly transported back in time to when her first tormentors had behaved in the very same manner.  She had just arrived at school, hadn’t even attended a class, hadn’t made it to her room, hadn’t met her roommate, and already the other students had singled her out because she was different.  They were male.  She was not.  That day, all those years ago, she had called out for help and tried to run.  No one had come to save her though, and she still bore scars from where the children had forever marked their fear upon her.

She had avenged herself upon them, first by graduating from school and becoming a master sorceress, and second by stripping them of their powers and sending them to early graves.  Those bullies had paid the price for their actions.

The bullies that surrounded her again would receive their due as well.

They thought they had her in a trap, but she had cast a larger one.  She was still in control.  She was no longer a scared student unsure of herself or her powers.  A spark deep within her eyes caught and ignited the flames of vengeance she’d left simmering below the surface.  She let fly with the curses and enchantments she’d kept close at hand.  Her words turned into a flurry of death that swiftly cleared the room of those who would have harmed her.

Some managed to sense the trap and flee unharmed.  Most did not.

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The heavens dressed in layered clouds and the earth applied comforting fog to smooth away its imperfections.  They postured to look their best while awaiting the arrival of their daily courtier.  The sun blew them soft orange kisses from the horizon that promised more.  The heavens let the clouds slip a little, showing a hint of blushing blue beneath.  The earth quickly wiped away the fog to show off its valley and mountain curves.

There were no winners in the battle for affection.  The sun graced heaven and earth equally for those few brief hours it spent with them.  The heavens shone radiantly as the light bounced through the water droplet jeweled gown.  The earth warmed, confidence building, under the sun’s gaze.  And then, all too soon, their beloved was blowing purple farewell kisses from the opposite horizon.

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Exhausted, but undeterred, the heavens and earth began their preparations for the next day’s courting while catching fits of rest as they could.  The distant stars watched the daily cycle and laughed in winks and blinks at the humorous futility of it all.  The heavens and earth ignored the stars, they understood the situation better than they let on, but, as is often the case when it comes to love, they were powerless to change anything about it.

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You have to read this book! I was lucky enough to be a beta reader for Grayson and I could not stop reading this story once I had started. The same will happen to you.

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Everything changed the moment Super-humans became a reality; laws, politics, and society.  They built the Office of New Entities to govern the Super-human population.  But you can’t please all of the people all of the time.  Norms afraid of Super-humans.  Super-humans afraid of government.  Government afraid that they’re losing control.  One side versus all sides.

In any group, the further you look, the clearer the individuals become.  They are children, men, woman, lovers, families, hopes, dreams, futures and pain.  They are people torn apart by something they have no control over.  And despite all that, there are some that choose to bear the burden of responsibility.  They fight to protect those who can’t protect themselves.

The legendary and invulnerable John Porter.  Alien/human poster boy Robert Day.  Abandoned telepath Shruti Pandey.  First functional teleporter Eve Levitas.  People with a past and future, all caught up in something bigger.

They are heroes.

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She cowered and trembled in the darkness, rain lashing against her, soaking her robes and sending rivulets of drops running down her face.  Her drenched hair, loosed from its normal jeweled bind in her flight, clung in patches to her cheeks, forming channels for the water.  Her knees sank into the pooling mud.  The wind whipped branches snatched at her unprotected shoulders and back.  In her haste to flee to safety she had neglected to invoke any of the spells that would have saved her from the indignity of the weather.

The lightning highlighted her disheveled state and the thunder rolled in peals of laughter.

The panic in her eyes was replaced with rage as she watched her tower burn.  The orange flames, tinted with nuances of purple and green as her stores of magical components tasted death, reached through the windows to defy the fury of the storm.  The rain would win in the end, but that wouldn’t, that couldn’t, keep the fire from showing its defiance.

Some of the magical tomes would protect themselves from the fire and looters and others would be lost forever.  She could replace the stores of ingredients.  She could recreate her trove of potions.  She could rebuild the tower.  But, she could not salvage the ancient texts she had been studying from, the histories and scrolls that she counted as her most prized possession.

Her ex-apprentice had started laughing, and she’d felt, as much as sensed, the hands reaching for her from the darkness behind her and she had panicked, whisking herself along the corridors of magic without thinking about what she was doing.  She cursed herself as a fool.  She should have trusted her protective enchantments.  She should have trusted her superior knowledge of the craft and met her cowardly enemies directly.  Instead, she had shown herself a coward as well.

“I’m a coward and a fool.”

The words, though swallowed immediately by the force of the rain and wind, rang clearly in her head for a long moment.  She had uttered them before.  They had been her truth before.

Her fists clenched, and she pushed away from the sodden earth.  “Never again,” her whispered words rose to rival the thundering electricity.  “Never again will I act so.  Never again will I allow myself to cower in response to the threats and posturing of bullies.”

She spoke the arcane words that distanced her from the weather’s onslaught and brought peace to her mind and soul.  The magic flowed within her, giving her balance and renewing her strength and purpose.  The sorceress closed her eyes and let the enchantment’s embrace envelop her.

When she opened her eyes and cast them back to her tower, they shown with equal parts rage and clarity of thought.  The next spell encased the flames in a vacuum, silencing their threat immediately.  Then she stepped through space and appeared instantly back in her study.  The chair that had held her captive was empty.  The shadows, however, happily divulged the secrets they had witnessed, and she smiled as she planned her next moves.

The sorceress had hunted bullies before and she knew just what to do.

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