I always knew Aerona was the name of my villain for the Breaking the Curse series..  It reminds me of birds which is pretty cool because in Celtic lore, Fae often took on the forms of other animals.  If you've ever been to Fairbanks you know what I'm talking about when I mention big freaking ravens.  They're monster huge and if you find your garbage strewn all down the street don't freak. It wasn't bears. it was Ravens.  So this led to this great image of Aerona the Raven.  And if it wasn't Kismet enough, Raven's in Celtic Mythology are associated with War and Battle, things our Male Main Character Liam excelled at, and what drew him to her attention in the first place.  So allow me to let you peek in on the scene where Liam see's the object of his hatred just as hope is in sight. Willow was immune to me. 

She would die one day, and I would spend eternity mourning her but in this time, here, now, I had her at my side.  I could love her freely without hurting her, and she could love me of her own free will without being bound to me by magic she couldn’t see. I would spend every moment of her life loving her, protecting her, and making up for the wrongs I had intended to commit against her.  

My mind began to quiet when another raven alighted upon a branch in front of me, its shrill cry sending ice skating up my spine.  I stopped dead in my tracks and lifted my gaze, studying the raven as it watched me, it’s shrill cries turning to laughter.

“I should have known.  How long have you been following me?” I growled angrily, narrowing my gaze at the creature.

The raven spread it’s wings and soared into the sky.  It turned sharply back and dove straight at the ground, spiraling faster and faster as it plummeted.  As it moved it grew in size, feathers moving and shifting until it slammed into the soil at my feet, a pile of feathers.  

I folded my arms against my chest and glared at it as a statuesque woman emerged from the pile, the feathers arranging and clinging to her, covering her nakedness like a gown as she stood.  Her long black hair gleamed and her dark eyes glittered brightly and I cursed as Aerona stood before me.

“Hello lover,” she purred at me, her thin lips twisting into a grin, exposing her teeth with their sharp points.  

Feck me.




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