Dear Elyzabeth, thank you very much for hosting me and my
latest creature!
In the Eye of the Wind is a spin off from my 2014 novel
Spellbreakers, which is set in a vaguely Europe-like fantasy world.
Spellbreakers was the journey of a human girl, Leal, who travelled north to
live with elvers (a vaguely elvish race). In the Eye of the Wind is the tale of
an elver boy, Rikko’, who travels south to live with humans.
It is always a bit of a question mark when writing fantasy
how to incorporate magic into the tale. Is there magic? How much magic? How
widespread? How mysterious to the inhabitants of this universe? Personally I
always liked stories where magic is something wondrous and not necessarily
available to the main characters, and while Rikko’ comes from the still magical
north (and carries more than a little magic within himself, not quite by
choice), his Escarran counterpart in the story comes from a place where magic
is only a legend. Gael is in fact a scientist, in his own way, and it was
intriguing to put these two different views of the world side by side, and
watch them coming to terms with each other. 
Blurb:
Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war
between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores
of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate.
Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.
And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test.
Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side.
From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?
Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.
And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test.
Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side.
From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?
Excerpt:
“Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off
Gael’s shoulder with one hand. He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile
of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself.
She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come
here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both
tumbled down together, kissing.
Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those
tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself
be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable.
Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I
could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this
need…
But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose.
“Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on
his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and
took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently,
slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along
the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the
lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and
then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he
groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss
with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He
groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching
his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to
breathe, licking Rikko’s lips.
Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure,
but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the
little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so
wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed
softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not
wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have
his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that
beautiful, taut little butt.
“Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off
his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing
his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about
them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and
untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips.
“C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled
as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his
waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet.
Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You
too.”
He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a
lot. It just got in the way.
Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the
bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was
every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly
muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal,
full-grown but still uncertain of his body.
Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form
against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so
that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’
smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a
hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a
feel, a bit of foreplay.
He tugged at the lovely taut cock once.
Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and
then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’
found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his
belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it.
He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.
“Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he
could only laugh. I just barely touched him!
“Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally,
still laughing. “I’m drowned!”
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic,
“oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll
find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…”
Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him
back in bed.
“Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m
joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known.
Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing.
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BIO:
I have
entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime makes me
a cougar, ahem.
Almost all
my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level.
Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than
anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts...
Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one
universe to the next.
I love
animals, plants, and occasionally even people.
Like the Highlander
I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and
there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe
passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are
set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.
I have been
writing since I can remember.
LINKS:
Katherine’s Blog:
https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/
Katherine’s
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