Welcome back to the second week of my month long celebration. This week I’m sharing thoughts from the second book in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Dragon Knight’s Medallion was the book where I found my true author’s “voice.” As most of you know, Stephen MacKay suffered from excruciating headaches. When I wrote the first chapter, I based his pain on my own. I used to suffer from intense migraines, so it was easy to write this scene…
“Lugh’s balls!” he roared. The pain seared into his head like a burning spear. Shards of blazing torment pounded in his ears, the agony so intense, he collapsed at the river’s edge. Beads of sweat trickled down from his temple as he gasped for air knowing that if he did not regain control, he would black out from the excruciating pain. He realized what would follow, and with every ounce of his being, he tried to block the force attacking him. Another shard of pain lanced through his mind, causing a guttural cry to escape his throat. The power was too strong. His mind screamed at him to let it in, and with a moan of defeat, he did.
As I wrote Dragon Knight’s Medallion, the words flowed out of me. Stephen and Aileen’s story was one that wrote itself, and I enjoyed the surprises that I encountered along the way. The first was looking for an abbey for Stephen to flee to. I came upon Arbroath Abbey after reading about the place in a Scottish magazine one afternoon. It was perfect! Then there was Aileen’s father, Aidan Kerrigan. I didn’t realize he was a Fenian Warrior until he stepped into the scene at the airport. When the crowds parted, and he walked toward Aileen and the others, I got a chill. I burst out, “You’re a Warrior!” It’s one of those moments as a writer where the characters truly take over your writing.
Without a doubt, this story made me weep more than the others, especially toward the end. It was difficult, and I’m sure most of you know what I mean. However, for those that haven’t read Stephen and Aileen’s story, I willnae spoil it for ye. I’ll only share that they did get their happy ending, but it was rough getting there.
For a chance to win this Dragon Knight’s Medallion gift package, leave me a comment sharing your favorite scene from this story. I’ll choose the winner on Friday.
As promised, I’m sharing Part Two of a deleted chapter from Dragon Knight’s Sword. To read Part One, click here. Enjoy!
Part Two ~ Dragon Knight’s Sword
“Ahhh…here is Maggie.” Patrick cleared some space on the table for the food.
Maggie rolled her eyes at Patrick and turned toward Brigid. Smiling, she said, “It’s good to see you, though you might want to move to another booth to eat.”
“Why?” asked Brigid taking one of the plates from Maggie.
“You’ll give yourself indigestion sitting with this man.”
Patrick groaned and rubbed a hand over his face in obvious frustration.
Brigid bit the inside of her mouth to stifle the laughter. Taking the other offered plate from Maggie, she replied. “I’ll consider your advice.”
Maggie winked at her and squeezed her shoulder. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“The woman’s insufferable,” he muttered as they watched her stroll back to the bar.
“You do know, Patrick, she’s the best employee you’ve ever had,” stated Brigid as she reached for a french-fry off the plate.
Patrick leaned forward and whispered, “Could not agree with you more, lass. But if she ever finds out…” Patrick leaned back and shrugged. “I’ll deny it! It would be the end of my tyranny over her.”
“You’re awful,” teased Brigid. Picking up her burger, she took a bite. Savoring the flavors, she let out a moan.
“Good?” asked Patrick.
She nodded. “Delicious! Let Thomas know this is a keeper.” As she continued to eat, Brigid felt a renewed sense of energy. The food and beer were exactly what she needed.
Patrick chatted about the business and brought her up to date with the news of enlarging the pub to include musicians and singers. A dream he had spoken often to her when she worked for him. She smiled, realizing it was finally happening.
“Enough of my news, lass. What about you?”
Brigid wiped her mouth and took a sip of her beer. She gazed at him over her glass. “Patrick, have you ever heard of a legend called the Order of the Dragon Knights?”
Patrick crossed his arms over his chest, “Aye, it’s an old legend. I recall it being a sad tale, too. The legend started in Ireland, where any great legend has begun,” he said smiling. “You do know about the Tuatha de Danann?”
“Of course,” she replied. “It’s one of my favorite stories from Irish mythology.”
“Well, the Dragon Knights were descended from the Tuatha de Danann and the people of Ireland to preserve the ancient code and protect the Dragons. These beasties—the dragons, were revered in the beginning, not hunted as they were over time. Their magic was connected with the Faery race. When the great wars started, they—the last dragon and Dragon Knights fled Ireland for Scotland. A shame if you ask me, since the story ends with bloodshed there. And the tale is the Dragon Knights vanished into the mists of the Highlands.”
Brigid sighed. “Another legend that ends tragically.” She took another sip of her beer and placed the glass down. There had to be something more to this legend. What would you think, Patrick, if I told you I had one of their relics? Yeah, right, Bree. You’re still having a difficult time believing all you’ve learned today, so don’t go spouting to him about the sword.
“Why the interest in this tale?” asked Patrick as he plucked a fry off her plate.
She held her hand up. “Wait! Knights, relics, Fae, dragon? Patrick, if the Knights vanished, what happened to the dragon? Did it disappear, too?”
Next week, Dragon Knight’s Axe!