This Crumbling Pageant by Patricia Burroughs

As “didnt love it” reviews go, this one said a lot of nice things. Thanks, Lipsy!

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Title: This Crumbling Pageant
Author: Patricia Burroughs
Series: The Fury Triad #1)
Edition: Digital Review Copy, 606 pages
Publication Details: May 6th 2014 by Story Spring Publishing
Genre(s): Fantasy
Disclosure? Yep! I received a free copy in exchange for an HONEST review.

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Get ready to be swept away into a dark fantasy series that combines swashbuckling adventure, heart-pounding romance and plot-twisting suspense in equal measures.

Expect to hear more about Persephone Fury. A lot more.

England, 1809. As fashionable Society streams toward London for the start of a new social season, they are unaware of a hidden magical England existing alongside. The Magi cathedrals are temples to the old gods. Reigning on their throne is not poor mad George, but the ailing King Pellinore of the House of Pendragon. But their wars are no less deadly.

The Furys are known for their extraordinary music, their powerful magic…

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PARADISE REGAINED: A history of burial at St. Mary’s Collegiate Church, Youghal October 17, 2012

A location in The Dead Shall Live, Volume Two of The Fury Triad. I’m trying to find out who is buried here!

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A presentation  by Catryn Power, at Youghal Celebrates History Conference 2012. The presentation gave an informative insight and understanding of burial customs at the St. Mary’s Collegiate Church graveyard, Youghal. The 10th Annual Conference was held between the 29th -30th September at The Mall Arts Centre, Youghal. The Theme of this year’s Conference was Pomp and Circumstance- ‘Tales from the Tombs of St. Mary’s Collegiate Church’.

PARADISE REGAINED: A history of burial at the church and graveyard of St. Mary’s Collegiate Church and the future management of its conservation.


A highly valued place for Youghal local community to respect and commemorate its dead loved ones, for about 900 years. Ritual practices changed according to the century, tradition and the pocket, from simple coffin-less and earth-cut burials of lay people in shrouds, sometimes held together with pins, to the burials of the…

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Happy Liza Doolittle Day, everyone!

No, I didn’t know it, either! But isn’t it awesome fun?


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Questioning the Question Mark

Loved the movie; love the trivia; love the question and answer.

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This blog has been on hiatus.  For the past year and a half, I’ve been working on a major, long-form writing project and I vowed that I wouldn’t blog again until it was finished.  There have been several times during the last 18 months that I’ve felt an overwhelming urge to post something but have resisted, telling myself, “If you’ve got enough time to write a blog post, sister, you’ve got enough time to work on the big project.”   And I’ve stuck with my vow to not post again until the other thing is finished.  Well, it’s still not finished.  And while I do intend to keep the blog on hold until it is, I had to make an exception, just this once. Because when your heart tells you to do something, when you’re called to action by that still, small voice in your head, you just have to do it.

Dolores Hart…

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Dear Kitai, It’s been a year since you left me. . .

Oh, my heart.



Sometimes at night I dream about you. It happens quite often. Usually I’m looking for you because you’re lost and I can’t find you. I wake in a panic because I’m desperately worried something bad will happen to you if I don’t find you. Other times we’re doing something or going somewhere, you know, happy together the way we used to be.

And then I wake up and a moment later the realization hits, you’re gone.

I lie in the dark and let the reality sink in. Again. it was only a dream. We’re not together. You’re gone and I’m still here, heartbroken, without you. Then I feel even more sad and upset than the dreams where I couldn’t find you. The realization that you’re not at the foot of the bed or snuggled up beside me in The Glampette and the gut-wrenching feeling of loss hits me all over again. It’s like that movie Goundhog’s…

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9 days left to register for max classes

Max is a fabulous writer and teacher. Can’t find better on the worldwide web.

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Yes, those classes are taught by yours truly. They are online accelerated master screenwriting classes. For more info, hit :::THE AFW:::

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The Monday Mixed Tape

I was once driving down the street and noticed that a sentimental favorite, Tchaikovsky’s festival overture in E♭ major, Op. 49, aka the 1812 Overture, was on the radio. I knew what was coming. Some slower parts that would have had me changing the station if I hadn’t known the piece. The occasional bright and sparkling trumpets of the approaching “La Marseillaise” but I must point out, “bright and sparkling” is interpreted through my Hollywood-influenced sentiment for the piece (Casablanca, anyone?). I understand that as written in The 1812 Overture, the French anthem was not only an anachronism from decades after Napoleon was history, so to speak, but its inclusion was meant to be boastful and brash, the approaching armies of Napoleon.

Sorry. Child of Hollywood. It will take some doing for me to go bad on “La Marseillaise.

But it matters not. The story told by this epic musical composition is one of the triumph of the Russian people over the tyrant, Napoleon. And it ends with a heart-swelling pounding of howitzer cannons and the ringing of all the bells in Moscow, as the French retreat, their tails between their legs.

It never ceases to make my heart swell, anyway–and it occurred to me, what a glorious thing, to have a book that could be accompanied by such a soundtrack. Yes, periods of pain. And fear. And death. But knowing–knowing–that the end would be filled with such emotional ecstasy and physical triumph…

Ah, yes.

I’d be lying if didn’t admit that this little ditty fuels a lot of my writing dreams.

I often see authors sharing the soundtracks, mixed tapes, playlists, whatever you want to call them, that accompanied the writing of their books. So often those musical selections leave me cold, because I don’t share the musical tastes of the author. I am so sure that my own preferences are so odd and unusual that very few of my readers would be moved by them, much less interested in them.

And yet, here I am, working on The Dead Shall Live (Volume Two of The Fury Triad) with the soundtrack in my ears, and I decided, why not share?

It owes most everything to the Mediaeval Baebes.


Although the first album of theirs I loaded onto my iPod was Mirabilis, and I still love it, any time I find my muse beginning to get jaded I add another of theirs to the playlist. Why do I listen to medieval-influenced music when writing a fantasy series set in the English Regency era? It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but me, and for me, it’s not about logic or sense but about the music sounding ‘fantastical’ to my muse and summoning the characters, and the magical world they live in.

Perhaps it helps that the roots of my story are in the Dark Ages and grow opulently through the medieval Tudor courts, as well.

But from the opening bars, Star of the Sea brings my world to my fingertips, and I’m not going to argue with that.

There it is, the first installment of the Fury Triad mix tapes. I’ll be offering more on coming Mondays!

But back to the beginning… what would be the soundtrack of your life, if you could choose?

Come on, have some fun with it!

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