Sunday Snippet: Victorian Songlight by Kathy Martone

Posted October 4, 2020 by Jen in Sunday Snippet Tags:

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Victorian Songlight

Author: Kathy Martone
Publisher: Dreaming Big Publications
Release Date: October 16, 2019
Genre: Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Metaphysical Fiction


Book Cover of Victorian Songlight by Kathy MartoneSitting astride the large white horse, the strange-looking man in ivory robes uses his left hand to shield his eyes from the intense morning sun as he gazes out across the panoramic expanse. The vaporous mists cling to the sides of the mountains like so much fine mesh, their delicate handiwork intensifying the feminine mystery of this magical place. Such beauty, he muses to himself, reaching down with his right hand to pet the withers of his animal companion. Clearly fond of the horse, he gently nudges the beast into a slow trot around the ridge of the mountain until he finds the spot he is looking for—a great white rock that juts far out over the ridge, providing an even more intimate connection with the transcendent glory of this sacred ground. As if in recognition of his Master’s affinity for this particular piece of stone, the horse shakes his massive head while stomping his right front foot and pawing the ground in front of him. The man descends from the bare back of the animal with a facility that belies his ten-foot-tall stature. He tugs the halter from over the horse’s head and lays it on the grassy trail next to an old oak tree, gesturing for his companion to graze at leisure. 

Hooking his thumbs into the cord that cinches his robe at the waist, the man walks slowly out onto the stone surface and seats himself at the very edge of the rock. Seated thus, it is as if he is suspended in midair, the limitless space beckoning to him of truths well beyond normal comprehension. His eyes are pools of golden light mirroring that of the solar orb looking down from on high. Without pupils and marked by black lines that snake across the surface, the eyes make him look like some strange alien creature. Surveying the landscape from atop the nose of the precipice, the curious man crosses his legs and places his hands, palms up, on top of his knees. As his eyes sweep slowly from left to right, he pulls his breath deep inside. Then, breathing out, he closes his eyes and murmurs something under his breath. Remarkably, the forest seems to breathe with him, following him into the invisible domain of the Ancient Ancestors. As the forest goes quiet and the winds halt their incessant bellowing, time stands still while Eternity gives birth to her most recent legend. 

A vibrating cloud of blue light forms in the air over the bent head of the ivory-robed traveler. At exactly the same moment, the peculiar gentleman opens his eyes, ejecting starbursts of light that shoot across the sky and disappear over the peaks of the mountains. Sighing quietly, he stands and bows low over the ridge. Then, raising his arms straight out before him, he unfurls his long bejeweled fingers with their equally long nails and emits a supersonic scream. As if in response, the winds begin to howl, whipping the air into a furious tempest, and large stones break loose from the cliff edges and rattle down into the cavernous space below. Standing up, the mysterious man turns slowly with his head bent against the wind and heads back for his beloved white horse. 

Unbeknownst to the yellow-eyed stranger, a pair of eyes embedded within the blue cloud follows him, staring intently at his receding form as he stumbles into the wind with his robes billowing out behind him. For a short moment, he stops and glances sideways, wiping his face with the back of his right hand. Then, grabbing the hem of his cloak, he turns and continues his slow walk back to the oak tree and his precious horse. Finding the bridle exactly where he left it, the stranger bends down and retrieves it from the lush, green carpet and drops it over his companion’s head, gently nuzzling him with affection. The animal neighs softly in response, dropping his head and nipping at the long, ivory robes etched with golden threads worn by his beloved Master. Leaping effortlessly onto the back of the majestic white horse, the man whispers something to his mount, and they take off at a slow gallop. Soon, they are moving swiftly across the lofty summits, the orange and red rays of the sun setting behind them. The cloud of blue light follows them, driven by the piercing stare of the eyes of a woman encapsulated within. This cannot be, she thinks, her eyes wide with astonishment—surely not! But it is true; that horse is not only flying but a halo of fireflies lights up the sky around man and beast. Closing her eyes, a bare glimmer of a smile radiates within the mirage of the faceless cloud woman. 

About the Book:

The birth of a magical child at the time of the Devil Moon sets the stage for heartache and misery, magic and supernatural love. Beset by unrelenting obstacles and bestowed with remarkable psychic gifts, Kate is often accompanied by fantastical black ravens who carry her through time and space.  A well known legend in the Ozark Mountain countryside where Kate lives, Grandfather is a ghost with large golden eyes who frequently rides on the back of Pegasus, another Ozarkian legend.  Victorian Songlight is a tale of redemption and renewal, death and rebirth, triumph over darkness.  But most importantly, it is a love story.  Alone and utterly forsaken, adrift on treacherous waters, Kate meets Grandfather for the second time in her life and they become lovers fulfilling a prophecy at the moment of her birth.

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About the Author:

Dr. Kathy Martone is currently an author and artist living in a small Victorian town in the Ozark Mountains in Arkansas. Before retiring, and moving from Denver, CO to Eureka Springs, AR in 2015, she was a Jungian psychologist in private practice specializing in dream work, women’s spirituality and shamanic journeys. The magical world of dreams has fascinated and intrigued Kathy for as long as she can remember. Inspired by a dream in 2005, she began making velvet tapestries imprinted with the image of one of her own dream figures and embellished with ribbons, rhinestones, feathers, glass beads, Swarovski crystals, antique jewelry and semi-precious stones.  Dr. Martone’s work has been displayed in galleries in Denver, Colorado  as well as in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. In 2006 Dr. Martone self published her first book titled, Sacred Wounds: A Love Story.

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