The Written Word - Guest Post by Author Ruth A. Casie

In Mesopotamia, in the valley between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, dating back to 3700 B.C., someone put stone to tablet and hammered out a message and we’ve been hammering out messages ever since.

What is this love affair with the written word? They have the power to move people and even nations. People steal them, go to war for them, suppress them, cry over them, and love them. 

I enjoy painting with them, finding just the right ones that transport me to another place and all in the comfort of my overstuffed chair. The dappled sunlight in the forest, the clashing sound of a sword striking steel, and the apprehensive touch of the first kiss. I love them all.

I’ve had stories in my head since I was a little girl. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor racing to save her. (I’ve always thought historical romance, although I did go through a cowboy phase when I was about eight). There were times when I finished a book and I refused to let the characters go I loved them so much. I continued the story. 

It may have been Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander that started me thinking how the accomplishments of today’s women in music, sports, business and medicine, the things we take for granted, would play out in earlier times. Claire isn’t the damsel in distress but rather a full partner capable in the great hall, the theater, the surgery, and even the battle field. I found the idea so intriguing that I went off and hammer out my own tale.

The Druid Knight series tells the story of Rebeka and Arik. She was his witch, his warrior and his wife. He was her greatest love. 400 years couldn’t keep them apart. In my new story, Knight of Rapture, Lord Arik has been trying for months to find the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is the easiest part of his quest. 

 

Bran, the dark druid, follows Arik across the centuries, tireless in his quest for revenge. He’ll force Arik to make a choice, return to save his beloved family and home or stay in the 21^st century and save Rebeka. He can’t save them both.

Rebeka Tyler has no recollection of where she’s been the past five months. On top of that, ownership of her home, Fayne Manor, is called into question. When accidents begin to happen it looks more and more like she is the target. Further complicating things is the strange man who conveniently appears wherever trouble brews—watching her, perhaps even….protecting her? Or is he a deliberate attempt to distract her? Rebeka can only be sure of one thing—her family name and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall… in any century.