Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} The Fox Prince by Cornelia Amiri The Fox Prince by Cornelia Amiri. Celtic Romance 10/22/2006 10:43:19 AM. LONG SWORDS, HOT HEROES, AND WARRIOR WOMEN The Fox Prince, my first book, is set in the fifth century against the back drop of the early Saxon Wars, when Hengist first came to the shores of Britannia. The article below, Hengist and Vortigern, will give you more information on that time period. The Fox Prince, begins when young, 16 year old, Tryffin returns from his first battle against the King Vortigern and the Jutes, Hengist and Horsa. Read that and the first three chapters free at http://www.awe-struck.net/PREVIEWS/foxprince_prv.html. Other historical bits of the time which are included in The Fox Prince are scenes of Irish pirates invading the city of Bath and Queen Rowena poisoning her step son, Vortimer. I also mention Wipped, a thane named in the Anglo Saxon Chronicles, who was slain as he fought alongside Hengist and his son Esc. In my book, the hero, Tryffin, the fox prince, kills him in hand-to-hand combat. I�ve included that expert below: *** The clamor of iron blades striking wooden shields and the screams of the wounded bombarded Tryffin's ears. Boring his hard gaze into a Saxon who blocked his path, Tryffin squeezed Mor's reins, rearing the stallion onto his powerful hind legs. Before the steed could plunge his hard hooves downward the Saxon rammed a black spear through the steed's chest. Blood gushed. Jolted from the saddle, Tryffin was thrown to the grainy sand where he watched Mor crumble to the ground. The great ebony stallion that he had raised from a colt fell on the battlefield. Tryffin bolted to his feet. Clenching the hard hilt of his blade he gazed at the iron helmet and the mighty sword of his foe. Armored as such he can be naught but a thane. By gods, I shall take even greater pleasure in avenging Mor. Gritting his teeth into a war scowl as menacing as the Saxon's, Tryffin spread his legs in a warrior stance and held the whetted blade low and center. The muscles of Tryffin's fore arms hardened beneath the heavy mail shirt. He blocked out the distressing stench of blood and the gruesome sight of scattered limbs. The Saxon lunged. Tryffin swung. Like bolts of lightning the blades jolted the air with a vibrating swish. Tryffin and the Saxon stepped back, then forward. They swung. Swords crossed with a pulsating clang. Tryffin stepped back. The thane held his blade long-ways, his arms extended to embed the blade deep into the Celtic prince's chest. Tryffin sidestepped, rammed his foe's forearm, and held him down. Savagely the Saxon thrust his foot into Tryffin's knee, causing him to loosen his grip. Tryffin let out a sharp yowl of pain yet side-stepped the foe's thrashing swing. Tryffin's heart leapt in his chest. He felt fearful yet thrilled. Aiming his sword at the Saxon's head, Tryffin lunged. The foe blocked the thrust with a forceful parry. The Prince ached. He panted to catch his breath. Yet, instead of fatigued he felt vigorous; blood lust boiled beneath his skin. Tryffin plunged forward with a stronger thrust. The Saxon fluidly passed his blade over Tryffin's point, cutting off the blow. The prince met the move by slapping his blade across the thane's arm drawing it down. Blood poured forth. An anguished look fleeted across the Saxon's face before reverting to a dark grimace. The Saxon thane swung from left to right. Tryffin stepped back. The thane forcefully lunged a straight thrust under Tryffin's grip but Tryffin side-stepped, evading the deadly stroke. Then he plunged forward. The lust of battle rushed through him. The Saxon parried, then fiercely swung over Tryffin's bloodied blade. Tryffin ducked and dropped onto his free hand. With his other, he delivered a powerful thrust. The thane swung his rear leg, side-stepping the swishing blade, then counter thrust. Tryffin moved back, and then with a fast double step he moved forward and lunged. Swiftly the Saxon again dodged his blow. Tryffin panted. Damp sweat soaked his skin. The dank stench of blood clogged his nostrils. Helplessly twitching in the spasm of death, Mor let out a final whine. Seething with rage, Tryffin screamed a blood-curdling war cry and slashed his sword through the Saxon's hand. Tryffin grasped the thane's blade with his free arm. Savagely kicking the thane he wrestled the sword from him. Tryffin threw his own blade to the dirt. "For Mor," he growled. He gripped the blade end of the Saxon sword; his palms bled crimson upon the thane that cringed in the sand. Tryffin felt no pain. Fury alone surged through him. He swung the pommel down upon the thane's head. The moans of the dying man and the banging sound of the iron bronze hilt pierced Tryffin's ears as he whacked the thane to death. Tryffin threw the sword down and stood speechless, staring at his bleeding palms. His heart was hammering, his breath ragged. Slowly he turned over the hem of his tunic and ripped off a strip of fabric. He wound the wool round his hand, ripped off another strip and wrapped it round his other hand. Tryffin retrieved his own sword and shoved it into his belted scabbard. He reached down and picked up the Saxon blade. He gripped the bloodied, leather-covered hilt that had badgered its owner's head. Holding the blade downward he glanced around at the multitude of dead bodies and scattered limbs. A wounded Saxon that lay nearby rasped, "Wipped. Ye slew Wipped, Hengist's thane." The name meant nothing to Tryffin, yet his status did -- for when a leader fell in battle the strength of his men faltered. Tryffin gripped the sword hilt and stared at it as he spoke, "With you in hand I avenged Mor and brought down a thane. You have served me well, Saxon blade." He trampled atop strewn bodies to Mor's side then knelt down beside the steed's limp corpse. Tryffin ruffled the horse's mane. "Farewell good friend," he whispered. He blinked the tears from his eyes, and gazed toward the sea. Vortimer had won. This time. They had pushed the Saxons to the far shore. Tryffin watched as a long ship hoisting one square sail launched into the rough sea and headed to the nearby isle. Tryffin stabbed and hacked his way through the few Saxons still fighting as cawing crows and ravens swooped down to fill their bellies of carnage. Overcome with fatigue he stumbled through the opened gate of the stone fort, staggered to the barracks, and slumped down on a rush pallet. *** The Fox Prince climaxes with the famous massacre legend, The Night of Long Knives, which only Eldol survives. In my book, Tryffin and Gwydion also survive the massacre. But how? Do the women, Aelfrida and Nesta, save them? You�ll have to read The Fox Prince to find out. Hengist and Vortigern By Cornelia Amiri. After 400 years of Roman rule, the Roman army and government withdrew from Britannia in 410 AD. We don�t know who took over the business of running the country. Some of the Roman soldiers probably stayed, having family in Britannia, even generations of family. A few Roman government officials must have stayed and kept their same positions for love of the country they had come to think of as their own. There is one leader whose name has been passed down to us. Vortigern came to power around AD 445. Not only was he the ruler of Kent but a mighty landowner whose influence extended over all of Southeast England. Most historians believe Vortigern is but a title meaning Over Lord. In one text his name is listed as Vitalinus but most historians disagree with this and consider his actual name unknown, lost in the mist of time. With the Roman army gone, Scots raided by sea from Ireland and Picts raided by land and sea from Scotland (known as Caledonia). Vowing to end these attacks, Vortigern hired the fiercest fighters known, Saxon Mercenaries. He recruited the best of these, two Jute brothers named Hengist and Horsa, renown for their battle prowess. The names Hengist and Horsa mean stallion and mare and so they were called due to their large physical statue and strength. In return for their service, Vortigern promised them great riches. What Hengist needed was rich farmland and Britannia had plenty. The bit of Denmark in which the Jutes lived had gotten too crowded, they were seeking a new homeland when Vortigern hired them. At first Hengist, Horsa, and their men lived in Vortigern�s palace. After they won the first battle against the Picts, Vortigern gave the Jutes the Isle of Thanet to live on. Then Hengist told Vortigern they needed to send for more Jutemen to help protect Britannia. Vortigern agreed. The additional men needed more land. The Jute warlord told Vortigern they didn�t need much, just a hide of land. He agreed, thinking it would do no harm to give the Jutes a tiny piece of land the size of a bull hide. Legend goes, Hengist took the largest bull he could find, slew it, and cut it�s hide round and round into a thin strip of leather. This he stretched out and laid it on the ground in a huge circle, enclosing land large enough to build a fortress on. After the ship arrived carrying Hengist�s kinsmen, Vortigern was invited to feast with them at Thong Castle built on this skin of land not far from Lincoln. One of the new arrivals was Hengist�s daughter Rowena. She has also been referred to as Renwein, Ronwin, and Ronixen. Depicted as a quite young, very blonde, beguiling, blue-eyed, dark-age babe. Vortigern wanted her. He asked Hengist for her hand and the Jute warlord gave his blessing but asked for all of Kent as the bride price. Vortigern agreed and married Rowena. As for giving Kent to the Jutes (known in general as Saxons) the princes of Britannia were furious. Also Hengist had three sons who were livid and ready to go to war against their father and his Jute friends. The oldest son, Vortimer, took up his sword against his father and the Jutes in four battles in which he defeated the Jutes, killed Horsa, and drove them back to the Isle of Thanet. Legend goes, Hengist and his men left Britannia but the women and children stayed behind as if expecting the men to return shortly. Hengist�s daughter Rowena took it upon herself to rid her father and husband of her stepson. Legends say, Rowena brewed a fatal poison and bribed Vortimer�s servant to give it to him. When Vortimer died, she sent word to her father and he returned with shiploads of men. Vortigern now saw Hengist as a threat to Britannia and he raised an army against him. Hengist feigned peaceful intent assuring Vortigern he had come back to fight Vortimer. The Jute warlord said now that he knew Vortimer was dead, he would gladly return to Denmark but Vortigern may want to keep some of the Jutes to protect him against his foes: other Britons, Picts, and Scots. Hengist further proposed that the princes of Britannia along with he and his thanes meet for a treaty of peace at the Cloister of Ambrius, a monastery next to Stonehenge. This feast is known as the legend of the Night of Long Knives. Hengist�s men concealed long daggers in their boots. When all weapons were checked, the Celts gave their daggers and swords up thinking the Saxons had done the same. At Hengist�s signal, the Saxons pulled the daggers from their boots and each stabbed the Celt next to them. The Celts fought back with sheer physical force and whatever they could use as weapons, sticks stones, goblets. They managed to kill some of the Saxons, but only one Celt survived, Eldol. Because Vortigern was marred to Rowena, Hengist spared his life for the price of Essex, Sussex and Middlesex. Vortigern was basically a man on the run from both Saxons and his own countrymen. He retreated to Snowdonia where the legends of Vortigern and the boy Merlin begin. Vortigern apparently died in his stronghold when it was placed under siege by the forces of Aureiilsu Ambrosia and his brother known as Uther Pendragon. Rather then wait out a long siege they set the tower on fire and Vortigern was burned alive. After that not only did the Jutes have a strong hold on Britain, but Saxons from Saxony and Anglos from Angeln, both in Germany, as well as Franks from France, came across in boatloads. To this day, 1500 years later, the country is still referred to as England, which is the land of the Anglos, and we speak English, which was originally the language of the Anglos. IRISH LEGEND OF THE WEEK: The Dagda�s Harp (Click on the link then scroll to the second story) http://kellscraft.com/BestStories/beststories07.html. WEB STIE OF THE WEEK: 4. Boudicca's revolt ***** Five stars for bright, animated cartoon/comic book type graphics of historical characters who lived during the Boudicca Revolt: Marcus (a roman soldier), Seutonius (the roman governor), Tosutigas (a Celtic farmer), and Boudicca (Celtic Warrior Queen). It brings the period alive for all ages. Activates offers things to do and think about when researching or studying the Boudicca Revolt of 61 AD. http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks2/history/boudicca/ CELTIC ARTICLE OF THE WEEK: What Ritual Implements did the Druids Use http://www.geocities.com/rainforest/canopy/2178/celtic3.html. SCOTLAND BLOG OF THE WEEK: Whenever I do one of my Celtic History talks people ask me about the movement to free Scotland Which I unfortunately don�t know too much about. To rectify that a little bit, here is a blog by one of the Scottish Independent activist http://freescotlandnow.blogspot.com/ BRITISH ARCHILOLGY ARITLCE OF THW WEEK: Though written in 1999, I�m still including it as article of the week because it�s so interesting http://www.britarch.ac.uk/ba/ba46/ba46int.html. WRITING CONTEST OF THE WEEK: EPIC, an organization of writers, publishers, and other professionals in the e-book industry, is sponsoring the 2007 EPIC New Voices Writing Competition for middle school and high school students. Students in public, private, or home schools may enter short story (fiction), essay (nonfiction) , and poetry categories at either the middle school or high school level. The prizes include cash, e-book reading devices, and gift certificates for e-books. But every entry will receive something that may be even more valuable to young writers: score sheets/critiques from the judges, who are published authors, editors, and educators. If you are a parent, teacher, or friend of young persons interested in writing, tell them about the New Voices contest. They can write a new piece (or pieces - each student can submit one entry in each category) or they can enter something they have written for a school assignment. Even if they don't win a prize, they will find the feedback valuable. But they need to hurry - the deadline is November 1, 2006. ART � Explore the creative ventures of artist, writer and musician, Jolie E. Bonnette: TARROT �For a tarot reading check out Chulagata's Sacred Space. CLOTHING/MERCHANDISE �Greenman Gifts. ALL NATURAL/HANDMADE SOAPS/LOTONS: Triple Moon Reflections www.triplemoonreflectons.com Williamson County Soap Company www.wcsoap.com. My books are available in print and in downloads at Amazon http://www.amazon.com Fictionwise http://www.fictionwise.com Baker & Taylor, and most on line bookstores. In brick and motor stores: Houston TX - Borders Bookstore at Westhimer & Gessner Conroe, Galveston, Kerrville, Victoria, Round Rock, and Lake Jackson, Seguin, New Braunfels, and Nacogdoches TX - Hastings Entertainment bookstores. Cornelia Amiri. The Sweet Versions of Two Irish Fantasy Novellas: QUEEN OF KINGS and TIMELESS VOYAGE. In Queen of Kings:As wild and beautiful as the land she rulesAll men lust for her, warriors and kings bow to her might and magic, but one champion comes forth . CHOSEN BY THE WRITERS. Mysteries selected by the writers as their favorites from nine previous short story anthologies: Dead and Breakfast, A Death in Texas, A Box of Texas Chocolates. Twisted Tales of Texas Landmarks, Texas Underground, Deadly Diversions, Denizens of . Druid Hearts. Mysticism and romance amid the dark yet heroic Celtic history of 1st century England and Scotland.In Druids In The MIst—As Queen Boudica leads her two druids against Rome… love leads them to their destiny.Conquering Romans plunge the Bri. The Lynx and the Druidess. Loving a god —has its advantages Lleu, the radiant sun god, crosses between worlds to the Silures village for the fierce and stunning druidess, Wendolyn —a woman worth battling for. He longs to celebrate Lughnasa, the festival that h. The Unicorn And The Druidess. At Summer Solstice people aren't what they seem—they could be… a unicorn …a god…or someone you fall in love with.Druidess Maelona pursues a unicorn into the woods and returns with a runaway slave boy she takes under her win. Forged of Irish Bronze and Iron. A Legacy no one can stealFor centuries in grand feasting halls and around flickering peat fires bards sung of the exploits of High Kings such as Tigernmas—Lord of Death and Niall of the Nine Hostages, possibly one of the most potent men to ever liv. Moonless Night. Hope Swims In the Darkest Seas Vevay can’t escape her parents or see her future ending any other way than by dying at their hands. Then hope swims up to her in the form of a seaman. His legs extended in normal fashion from his body, but he has two . The Bear and the Druidess. Sometimes a secret must be revealed to move from the winter of love into its spring. Romans stole all the winter grain from Druidess Bronwen’s tribe. Now, pursued by Romans, she ducks into a cave to hide. There she finds a handsome warrior who off. Code Name Love. Chalice is a human programmer who coded a lot of AI units to not do what their owners told them. Now she’s working for AI Equality with a cute android named Jordan. She spends her free time hooking up with a virtual guy in Virtual World until somet. Code Of Love. Chalice is a human programmer who coded a lot of AI units to not do what their owners told them. Now she’s working for AI Equality with a cute android named Jordan. She spends her free time hooking up with a virtual guy in Virtual World until somet. Code Of Misconduct. Her meets a 1960's Screwball RomanceFor a headless, bodiless, everything but mindless, woman, Betty gets around. She’s just an artificial intelligence system looking for a little fun by dating a hundred hot-blooded men online. The most eligible bac. Cogs & Kismet. Cogs and Kismet meet in five Steampunk stories of forbidden love so strong it transcends space and time- bringing together star-crossed lovers from regency France to ancient Egypt to Victorian London, to the depths of space, and even the afterlife. Starry Conquest. Forbidden love. so strong. it spans the universe.Ana, a milkmaid disguised as a rich widow, boards a rocket to be blasted out of a huge cannon. Thrown off the Spanish estate she worked at, she's headed to the newly discovered planet X to start a ne. Druids In The Mist. As Queen Boudica leads her two druids against Rome… love leads them to their destiny.Conquering Romans plunge the British tribes into chaos. The future of the mist covered isle and its brave people rest in the hands of two druids, whose views are a. Valkyrie Vampire Sword Dancing. Dancing Vampires with talons drawn face the Valkyrie with swords unsheathed… Mordak’s love has become a battlefield. Tor never expected to run into three voluptuous redheads, much less three gorgeous blondes, who literally drop from the sky. It�. To Love A London Ghost. A Wild Ghost ChaseQueen Victoria orders the premiere phantom hunter, Sexton Dukenfield, to track down England’s missing ghosts. On the job, Sexton stumbles into Ceridwen, a phantom Celtic warrior woman. Not only does Sexton find her intriguing as a. The Dragon and the Druidess. To a passionate man…all women are goddesses.Druidess Nona is seeking a lover for the Beltane rite. Without warning, a fierce red dragon swoops down before her. Not just any dragon…it’s God Dewey in wild, beastly form. Hot, in a rage, blowing sm. The Scottish Selkie. From ancient druid lore, springs the tale of a mysterious, dark warrior, a fiery Pict Princess, and the shadowy secret standing between them. A bow and arrow carrying Pict beauty takes vengeance on a royal target but fails at her attempt to slay the . Vampire Waltz. From different worlds, fey and human, Charlak and Angus fight for their forbidden love.Angus, a sexy highlander, is consumed with dreams of Charlak, a fiery vampiric fey. Their dancing steps came to a halt a year ago when they almost killed each othe. I Love You More. A mother's love never fails…it always prevails. On the verge of turning sixty, Garland recalls memories and moments of her life’s journey from an abusive childhood to a bad marriage to the ups and downs of a single mom. She is rewarded with a mag. Back To The One I Love. The thrilling adventure of first love and self-discovery is just as groovy the second time around.A free-spirited, baby boomer couple, Cash and Keith, find their marriage of forty-five years unraveling amid apathy, boredom, and retirement. Cash feels. The Warrior and the Druidess. Though Tanwen's gorgeous, she makes his blood boil and he can't stop thinking of her, Brude won't wed a druidess. Yet the fate of Caledonia rests in their hands of the warrior and the druidess. Will they put their differences aside to fulfill their d. The Fox Prince by Cornelia Amiri. Celtic Romance 2/24/2005 3:04:00 AM. LONG SWORDS AND HOT HEROES. CELTIC CAUSE OF THE WEEK If you are aware of the hill called "Bride's Mound" in Glastonbury you know how sacred it is to Bride and St. Bridget. The Friends of Brides Mound wish to restore the sanctity of the area by buying the surrounding property which has been an abandoned sheep skin processing plant. They are raising funds to bid on this property at auction on March 1st, 2005, so the time length is not long for gaining the funds they might need. http://www.friendsofbridesmound.com/bridesmound1.html. ART – Explore the creative ventures of artist, writer and musician, Jolie E. Bonnette: http://www.aazari.com/ TARROT –For a tarot reading check out Chulagata's Sacred Space http://www.webspawner.com/users/chulagata/ BLOG - Celtic Stuff http://celticme.blogspot.com/ BOOK SIGNING:: If you are in the Dallas TX area, I will be signing my books, Danger Is Sweet, The Fox Prince, and One Heart One Way at the North Texas Irish Festival on March 4-6, 2005. It's the largest Celtic Festival in the Southwest. You can check out further details about the event at Romance Ever After http://www.romanceeverafter.com/north_texas_irish_festival.htm or at North Texas Irish Festival. MY LIFE AS A WRITER. I find stories in history that are new to me and I feel the need to tell that story. Then the characters form in my mind and I'm lost in my writing, creating a new book. The Celtic Warrior Queen Boudicca made me start writing. I love history and in reading a book about the dark ages I came across Boudicca. I was so impressed by her, I started jotting down notes, but they were fiction (it must have happened like this type). Before I knew it, I had written a novel. I thought, gosh I can really do this. So after accidentally writing that novel, I wrote one on purpose, The Fox Prince, which turned out to be my first published book. In that book, The Fox Prince, the hero, Tryffin, is my favorite character because he was my first. I was working as a file clerk and having an allergic reaction to dust. I closed my eyes to get a grip and in my head I saw the face of this man with reddish brown eyes and thick auburn hair, he reminded me of a red fox. Suddenly, the plot I had been kicking around had a hero and a title, The Fox Prince. He'll always be special because I didn't find Tryffin, he found me. I learned a lot about writing male characters from Tryffin. And Tryffin's a nice, stand-up guy. Cute too. I write to create sagas that sweep you off your feet to a different time and place and somehow leave you more enriched when it ends and you are back in this world. I’m working on a sequel to The Fox Prince, called The Vixen Princess. It’s Nesta’s story, Tryffin’s sister. It will be available from Awe Struck 02/2006. ONE HEART ONE WAY. I wanted to let you know a little about my Celtic/Saxon historical romance, One Heart, One Way, available through Amazon, Fictionwise, Baker and Taylor and most on-line bookstores. One Heart - One Way, is the tale of an ancient God, a magic sword, and a hot prince named Blaise. Set in Britain, 756 AD. Mount up and ride with Princess Ricole of Mercia and Prince Blaise of Powys across the marshy borderland to the sloping hills of Wales and up the towering, cloud-crested mountain to the unbreachable Celtic hillfort of Dinas Bran. Which is not where Ricole the Saxon wants to go. Instead of taking Ricole to Scotland as promised, Blaise holds her hostage in Dinas Bran. But Ricole captures his heart. Will Blaise be forced to throw away his honor for love or to tear out his heart for honor? One Heat One Way has the reviewers raving: One Heart One Way has a four star review in the April 2003 issue of Romantic Times Magazine. Faith V. Smith, Romantic Times **** Four Stars "Treachery, treasure and truth lead Ricole and Blaise down a pathway to love in Amiri's delightful tale. The humor is well done and touching, especially when Ricole convinces Blaise's father to pick daffodils for his queen. The author includes historical trivia that makes her story even more interesting. ONE HEART ONE WAY is a book that will delight readers who love suspense, magic, and a happy ending." Brett Scott, The romance studio FIVE HEARTS http://theromancestudio.com/reviews.php. Ms. Amiri weaves a touch of magic through the story in the form of ancient folklore come to life. It is very effective in the story. The book is a good read and the author knows her historical period very well - she describes the era with the talent that makes the reader believe they can see the Saxon and Welsh tribes, as they would have been back then. Catherine McHenry with Romance Reviews Today http://www.romrevtoday.com/hist_-_0503.htm#ONE%20HEART%20ONE%20WAY%20- %20Cornelia%20Amiri “Ms. Amiri's imagination soars as she incorporates love, war, a Mythical dream and whirlwind events that bring two star- crossed lovers together. ONE HEART ONE WAY is a quaint romance that touches the true romantic in all of us.” Brenda Ramsbacher, Scribblers, RIO Member. "Poignant, steady and strong, the plot does not deviate from the sole purpose of uniting Blaise and Ricole. With just one love scene, inspirational readers may also find this book tasteful as many thoughts are pure yet at the same time give an understanding to how Blaise and Ricole feel about each other. Amiri tells a good tale. ONE HEART, ONE WAY reinforces the long-held belief that all will end well if you just believe." Chere Gruver with Timeless Tales http://timeless-tales.net/review.php?200212152 4 hearts “This is a wonderful story, full of romance and adventure and quests and Celtic lore and I definitely recommend it.” Danica Favorite-McDonald,In The Library Reviews http://www.geocities.com/inthelibraryreviews/Amiri.html “I enjoyed this story, with the weaving of legend throughout. I found the growing love, not only between Ricole and Blaise, but that of the family around them to be very touching. Truly, the romance is all the more sweet intermingled with the power of friendship and family. Cornelia Amiri does a wonderful job of illustrating the relationships between people and how they grow together.” “ONE HEART, ONE WAY is set in 756AD England, but is not filled with language to take away from the story. Ricole and Blaise are great characters. This story if filled with secondary characters that add much to the story. I would recommend this story to anyone who enjoys historicals with a touch of mystery, great characters and a good love story.” Dawn Myers at Writers Unlimited www.writersunlimited.com. One Heart One Way by Cornelia Amiri has it all. It has a love story and a treasure quest and also has a strong male who tried to do what was right. He finally succeeded when he followed his heart. One Heart One Way is quite an enjoyable book and I especially enjoyed the Druid history.” More Amore' from Author Cornelia Amiri. Announcing Cornelia Amiri's historical romance, One Heart One Way. (PRWEB) November 6, 2002. CORNELIA GAIL AMIRI. Houston, TX 77274 - 0186. Contact: Cornelia Amiri. FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 9 AM EDT, November 10, 2002. AMIRI FOR AMOREÂ​ ONE HEART Â​ ONE WAY, the second Celtic/Saxon based, historical romance by Cornelia Amiri, will be released March 2003.Available in multiple e-book formats from Awe-Struck E-books and in paperback from Earthling Press, ISBN 1-58749-368-3. One Heart - One Way, leads to England, 756 AD as you travel the marshy borderland to the sloping hills of Wales. Mount up and ride with Ricole, the princess of Mercia and Blaise, the prince of Powys up the towering, cloud crested mountain to the unbreachable Celtic hillfort of Dinas Bran. Which is not where Ricole wants to go. To avoid marriage to the king of Wessex, Ricole helps her fatherÂ​s enemy, Blaise, escape Mercia and in turn he agrees to escort the princess to her sister in Scotland. Instead, Blaise takes her as his hostage and later he takes her heart. Which leaves Blaise torn between his duty to serve his sire and his love for the princess of Mercia. There is no doubt that ONE HEART Â​ ONE WAY like Cornelia AmiriÂ​s first release, THE FOX PRINCE, will have reviewers raving. Dale Van Tassel with The Word on Romance http://www.thewordonromance.com. THE FOX PRINCE is one of the best novels I have read in a long time. It is written with such excitement and reality, it is hard not to feel you belong with the characters. The descriptive writing makes the novel come alive. I am especially impressed with the strong characters of this novel, both male and female. The conversations going on between the characters is written with just the right amount of detail making you hear and see what's going on. It is truly a novel that takes you back in time to a place where love blooms through, even in times of war, religious, and emotional hardship. Cornelia Amiri has captured the passionate love between two people many may not think would or should come together. Her marvelous writing makes you feel the passion and almost taste the kiss of this warrior prince. Cozy up and let The Fox Prince whisk you away to another place and time. You will be glad you did. Mary at A Romance Review. The historical period is well worked into the story. I felt I got to know the customs of both the Saxons and the early Celts very well. It is an interesting period and Ms. Amiri has done an admirable job of including intriguing details that make the story convincing. There is plenty passion in the story as well. I give the book four stars as it is very good on historical detail and the main characters are appealing. The Fox Prince by Cornelia Amiri. CELTIC ROMANCE 10/24/2004 9:44:42 AM. LONG SWORDS AND HOT HEROES Web site of the week: ANCINET IMAGES Greeted by the ancient image of a 7th century Pictish fish carving. Click onto headings from the left hand menu to view The Making of ancient images' designs which, with clear words and vivid photos, follows the transformation of an original carved stones into the calico cotton images on the website. At the Gallery and Shop click onto your choice of Pictish, Scotish, Irish, Viking, Prehistoric, Miscellaneous, Wall Hangings, and table mats to fill up your shopping cart. Then click on Send A Postcard and e-mail an ancient image of your choice to a friend at no cost. http://ancientstoneart.users13.donhost.co.uk/ LONG SWORDS AND HOT HEROES COMING TO CLEAR LAKE. Houston Texas area, Celtic Romance Author, Cornelia Amiri, celebrates Samhain/Halloween at the Clear Lake Celtic Music Festival, Saturday, October 30th. Writing tales of ancient gods, long swords, and hot heroes, Ms. Amiri has three published books with titles taken from Celtic clan war cries, Danger Is Sweet, and One Heart One way, as well as The Fox Prince whose sequel The Vixen Princess will be released in 2006. She will sign her books October 30, 2004, from Noon to 10 PM, at the Clear Lake Celtic Music Festival, Landolt Pavilion at Clear Lake Park NASA RD 1, for directions and more information on the festival go to http://www.celticmusicassociation.com/ The Fox Prince (Samhain excerpt) By Cornelia Amiri. A gust of wind rattled and shook the oaken kitchen door. Aelfrida sat at Nesta's side by the crackling fire, warm and snug. Vapory gray smoke curled upward from slender tallow candles and billowed outward from the large kitchen hearth. The enticing aroma of apple tarts danced in the air. The little Saxon girl, Githa, petted the purring black cat as the three curly headed boys wrestled in mischief and fun. "Lads!" Nesta clapped her hands hard. "The tarts are almost done." "Come, get your face painted for Samhain," Aelfrida called to the boys. Firmly, she cupped the tallest lad's chin in one hand while brushing a chunk of crumbling charcoal across his cheeks. He shut his eyes tight and she blew the excess soot away. Aelfrida looked at his sooty face and clicked her tongue. "I do not know if you are a spirit of the dead or a dirty faced lad." He raised his arms and curled his fingers like claws then moaned loud enough to be heard in the otherworld. "Oh!" Aelfrida laughed. "Spook you are then!" "Paint my face," the youngest lad called as he bobbed up and down. The charcoal was dry and powdery in her fingers as she sketched the outline of a skeleton on the little urchin face. "You are a true haunt," Aelfrida declared. She smudged the third lads face with black charcoal and pronounced, "The spirits are sure to think you one of them and pass you by." She stood back and grinned. They are so cute. Not a one is a terror as they are of a wont to be. "Let me paint your face, Githa," Aelfrida called to the little girl. "Nay." Githa shook her head and scampered toward the wall. Aelfrida burst out in laughter. A pounding noise sounded at her back, followed by a creak, and a chill gust of wind. She swiveled to her left. The door was open, but no one was there. The children suddenly grew quiet. Their wide eyes were fixed upon a spot to her right. Slowly she turned. "Boo!" Tryffin stood there with a huge grin on his soot-covered face. Aelfrida flung her hands aside her head. "You are a sight." She dropped her shoulders and burst out in giggles. "I am a spirit come to find a live body for Samhain." With a seductive gleam in his eyes he said, "I think I shall take yours." "I think not," she quipped. With a more serious expression she stated, "Nesta said you were called to the hall by a messenger, 'tis strange on Samhain." "You found me out." He grinned mischievously. "Happens it was a messenger of the dead." Aelfrida shoved him in a playful manner. "Tell me Tryffin, who sent the messenger?" She flinched. Oh No! War . . . but nay . . . the Saxons left. "Peace reigns does it not?" He looked bewildered as if he did not know the answer. "Vortimer feels that you could avert impending doom." "Me?" She raised her hands in an inquiring gesture. "Why?" His mouth curved in a mischievous smile. "Happens I told him how brilliant you are?" "Ye jest Tryffin." "'Tis time." Githa piped up. "Come we shall speak of this as we bring treats for the dead." Aelfrida gave a basket of sweets to Tryffin and took Githa by the hand. Tryffin reached into the wicker basket and pulled forth a golden-crusted apple tart for each child. The four soot faced children munched away and strolled from the smoky kitchen into the Samhain night as Tryffin and Aelfrida lagged behind. "Here, here," the children squealed at the foot of a great oak near the forest edge. Aelfrida took a warm, cheese tart from Tryffin's basket and stooped down to place it at the foot of the tree. "The spirits will have a treat this night," she said to the children. They giggled and ran on to the next tree deemed a worthy spot for treats. "We leave on the morrow," Tryffin said to Aelfrida as they followed the children into the woods. "What say you? The morrow?" How dare he fathom that I shall aid Vortimer . . . and to leave on the morrow. "'Tis a long way to the high king's palace," he answered. "I have no wont to go to the king's palace. What means this mission?" She stooped down and placed another pie at the trunk of a tree, then looked Tryffin straight in the face, knowing that even in the dark he could see the distrust in her eyes. "Ye are Saxon and my loyal wife. Vortimer wants ye to try to get close to his stepmother Rowena, Hengist's daughter. We have word that she may be brewing up some trouble. We must find out. She is cable of anything." They followed the children into a small glen. Aelfrida turned to Tryffin. "He wants me spy on the woman because she is Saxon?" "He wants my sword arm to defend him," Tryffin said in an even tone as Aelfrida turned and strolled toward a small creek. "He wants you to befriend Rowena." Tryffin tried to justify the request. "What harm could there be in that?" She tossed her hair across her shoulders. "I am no spy. I shan't do it." Her temple began to throb. I am supposed to hate him, yet I can't, and I hate myself for that weakness. Yet, I shan't turn traitor to my people. "Nay." Aelfrida sharply turned, stomped over to the creek bank, stooped down, and left an apple tart. "This way we shall be together," Tryffin said as he followed her to the creek bank. Aelfrida shunned him, gazing at the trickling water that shimmered in the moonlight. "You are with child and I shan't leave you behind." Though she meant to ignore him the words touched her heart. Why does he affect me so? She couldn't nay say his devotion to her and the babe. At the end of a long sigh she said, "I will not be Vortimer's spy. But I will do what I can to keep you from danger, for the sake of the babe." "You will hearten at the beauty of the palace," Tryffin said in a seductively charming tone. "Aye." She boldly met his eyes. "I shall come." With a sudden frown she snapped, "But not for Vortimer's sake. I go to Queen Rowena to see that she fairs well." May my parents and the gods themselves forgive me. Aelfrida, Tryffin, and the children strode to the blazing bonfire in the outlying field. Where they reveled and feasted deep into the night. For that short time, Aelfrida forgot her parents' death, and gave no thought to Hengist, Vortimer, Vortigern, or Rowena. But with the setting of the moon, her short moment of peace ended along with Samhain.