Otherworld where an ancient goddess is up to no good.
Stonehenge. However, from the moment she leaves the witches’ arctic island,
Galdorheim, she gets in nothing but trouble.
Her younger half-brother tries to horn in on her trip, she gets lost in
the magical Otherworld realm, is led astray by a supposed friend, then she has
to confront a Scottish goddess who’s fallen on hard times.
way out of the Otherworld, Kat soon learns she shouldn’t underestimate the old
has-been for one second; the crone still has a few tricks that can drain a
witch’s magic in a flash. To make matters worse, Kat’s brother secretly
followed her into the Otherworld. Now he’s in danger too. Kat has to go one on one with the goddess to
save herself and her brother.
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the Encyclopedia Mythica:
of the (fairy) hills”. It is the Gaelic name for the fairies in both
Ireland and the Highlands of Scotland. Usually these fairies are attracted to
those who are beautiful as well as wealthy.
many, many, many writers are in love with the Celtic myths. I’ve delved into
them, too. However, I’m not a big fan of the flitty little cute faeries (or fae
or fairies). In Celtic mythology, there’s a fairy (or fae or faerie) for just
about any purpose. The “serious” fantasies love the idea of the fairy troupe.
More than a few equate fairies to Arthurian legends, many specifically to
Broom, is set in the Scottish Highlands, or, rather, the Otherworld which
is another dimension that exists within the Flow Country. Of course, I had to
include at least one fairy in the mix or I’d be violating some unwritten
pronounced Shee in Ireland and Sith in Scotland. I wonder where George Lucas
got Sith lords? Hmm.
black cat with a white chest. Aha! I happen to have the model for said cat (in
a much reduced size) sitting at my door every morning demanding a handout. We
call her Bitch Kitty. Yes, she has attitude in spades. So, there’s my model for
Cait Sidhe, a companion to my erstwhile heroine, Kat.
and Cusith (another sidhe) a giant, green hound. They’re tromping through the
swamps trying to find the Trow King’s hall in the middle of the Otherworld (the
alternate magic world in the Scottish Highlands).
straight line, having no better idea of which direction to go, while Cusith
zigzagged ahead of them with his nose close to the earth. Suddenly, the green
hound raised his head and bayed. A moment later, he galloped across the moor,
water splashing when his huge paws hit the tiny pools.
a better view. “He appears to be in pursuit of an animal of some type.”
little swamp creature.”
making Cusith pay for the privilege.”
faster after Cusith, the dog’s trail marked by flying grass and water. When
Cusith finally stopped, Kat and Sianach trotted to catch up. The hound was
standing over something furry and black that lay on the ground beneath his huge
called out. Cusith turned his head toward her, tongue lolling.
and knelt down to examine the raggedy clump of ebony fur. It leapt up,
scrabbling for a foothold, but Cusith clamped his paw down harder to hold it
her mind but met the same blank wall she had with Sianach and Cusith. So, she
tried the old-fashioned way. “Here kitty, kitty. Nice kitty.” An ear-splitting
yowl almost knocked Kat back on her rear.
rude thing! I am Cait Sidhe; I’ll have you know. Surely, this stag…and
mutt…have heard of me.”
side to stay out of the fray, nodded his elegant head. “Yes, I know you. Not
that it is a pleasure.”
across Cusith’s foot. The big dog quickly released the black cat. “Sorry. Just
having some fun.”
spot on her chest. “Now you’ve covered me with mud. It’ll take hours to get
Cait Sidhe would reach Kat’s knee. The cat had to weigh in at thirty pounds or
more. Both Sianach and Cusith were of the extra-large size, so she wasn’t too
witch from Galdorheim. I’m pleased to meet you.” She resisted the urge to
scratch behind the cat’s ear. She had a feeling she might end up with severe
last name. How do you spell it?”
the cat’s rude answer but decided to stay calm. “Is that sidhe as in faery?”
yellow eyes. Curling her lip, she exposed gleaming fangs. “The pronunciation
varies, depending on where one is. Sidhe is shee in Ireland and sith in
Scotland. We are in the Scottish section of the Otherworld, thus sith is
proper.” Cait licked her right paw and swiped it over her ear. “Personally, I
prefer shee since it is more commonly used. Nobody seems to say sith anymore.”
She tipped her head in Cusith’s direction. “Except that dog, of course.”
you friends with Cusith and Sianach?” Kat asked.
Cusith. “Cusith is a mutt, or dog, if you will. And I am a cat. We do what cats
and dogs do, but we are not friends. Sianach, well, as a meat eater, I see
Sianach as lunch.”
you know each other—”
Otherworld.” Cait Sidhe examined Kat. “What are you doing wandering around in
the magical realm? Witches generally stay in the mundane world.”
hall. I have messages, or I guess I should say I had messages. Someone stole them and took my map to the hall. Now,
I just hope he can get me out of the Otherworld in one piece.”
have any idea which way to go?”
Hall isn’t one you can follow.” The cat raised her head and looked around.
“Maybe I can find an alternate way. After all, I am a hunter, therefore I
little doubtful of the cat’s word. She had the same sense about Sianach’s
reasons for helping her. A private matter, he had said. The cat didn’t give any
reason at all. Should she trust Cusith? He seemed to be Sianach’s good friend,
so that might be his only motive for coming along on the trip. It troubled her
she could not delve into the minds of any of them.
and a fat white cat. Retired from thirty-five years in the software industry,
she has now turned her energies to writing fiction and finds it a much more
satisfying occupation. Marva has published more than forty stories in a number
of on-line and print magazines, with several included in Best of anthologies.
She has several previously published books. Her latest pride and joy is the
Witches of Galdorheim Series from her super duper publisher, MuseItUp.