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Monday, October 4, 2010

A-musing the World. Tragedy strikes! Multiple winners. Comment to win!!!

Welcome to my A-musing the World Blog Event! In case you haven’t been here before, this event runs for the next few months and covers not only the Nine Muses of Inspiration but the incredibly talented authors who wrote about them.

This week, strangely enough, I’m featuring none other than Melpomene, Muse of Tragedy. Why is that strange? Well, I wrote her romantic tale. Yes, even the Muse of Tragedy fell in love. I know, it’s not often spoken of but it did indeed happen. And with a mortal no less! When and where you ask? Well, though she’d fallen in love with him years before, her first real contact with Rowan Stewart happened the minute he died…13 May 1568, Battle at Langside, Scotland. I’ll bet you’re wondering what happened after that.

While I can’t tell you everything, Melpomene’s willing to share a little. After all, she’s the heroine in Highland Muse, the second story in The Song of the Muses Anthology. Melpomene specifically invited Thalia, Muse of Comedy over to interview her. Or should I say the interview is being conducted on Apollo's majestic cloud.

After the interview, you'll see I’ve taken a few never before read snippets from the first ¼ of Highland Muse. A little taste of how the two very independent characters, a Highland warrior and a Greek Goddess acted when thrown together…Wait! Before you read on, bet you’re curious if there’s a contest. Of course! What’s up for grabs? Two things. Two winners will be drawn. Each wins a prize. The first prize? A free Ecopy of Highland Muse. The second prize? A $15 gift certificate to Digi Books Café! I’m going to make you work for it a little bit this time. How? Not that hard really. Answer this question in a comment (hint…answers found within excerpts following interview) Okay, here goes. Stripped naked before her, Rowan wants Melpomene to prove to him she’s not what? (hint…it’s not very nice!)

Having said all that I think I’ll hand the blog over to Melpomene and Thalia (AKA- Michele Hart). The floor is yours ladies! Or should I say cloud?

THALIA: Welcome, all, to Apollo’s cloud.

Please welcome my sister Melpomene, the Muse of Tragedy. If ever you’ve been inspired by a loss to create, she was the muse who visited you.

THALIA: Tell me, sister muse, what drew you from the isles of Greece to the Highlands of Scotland to find your true love? And does Fate ever really give us a choice to how far we must go for love?




MELPOMENE: I certainly did find love hidden within a culture much unlike my own. But as muses, I suppose we all, one way or another, become influenced by the many diversified facets of the world. Rowan Stewart, a Highland warrior, caught my attention when very young. Always so brave, courageous…kind. Something inside of me was instantly drawn to him. As he came into full manhood, that feeling quickly took on a romantic nature. After that, there was no looking back.

THALIA: What of Rowan will you never forget?

MELPOMENE: Interestingly enough, his unbreakable devotion to his queen and cousin, Mary. It takes a man of great character to put other lives before his. As the Muse of Tragedy, such a trait does not go unnoticed.

THALIA: Love or time? Which lasts longer?

MELPOMENE: Without doubt, love. After all, does not love withstand the test of time?

THALIA: Share with us a secret the Muse of Tragedy surely knows. Is life sprinkled with tragedy by design of Fate to make us love, value, and experience the highs of life that much more fully?

MELPOMENE: Now that is one secret I cannot share. Fate would never forgive me!

THALIA: Will we see another tale of the Muse of Tragedy?

MELPOMENE: In every tragic tale yet to be told by mankind. By Sky Purington? One never knows.

THALIA: In your opinion, who is the most handsome of all the Greek male gods and why?

MELPOMENE: *sighs* Rowan’s standing right here. And despite his best attempts not to, he runs a little jealous when it comes to the male Gods. I’ll fill you in when we’re alone.

THALIA: You’re the Muse of Tragedy, and probably the busiest of all muses. Your songs inspire the broken-hearted, comfort the parent who’s lost a child, honor the brave fallen. It’s 2010. Have you thought of cutting a record?

MELPOMENE: I have actually! Currently in ongoing conference with Zeus about that one. He’s still a bit peeved with me about the whole falling in love with a mortal thing and giving up my powers for a human lifetime. But seriously, it’s four hundred years later. You’d think he’d be over it by now!

THALIA: Many of the gods appear in your story: Mnemosyne, our mother and the goddess of memory (nine kids and never forgets a birthday); Ares, the god of war (what a hunk and a media whore. One would have thought he’d be too busy these days); and Dionysus, the cunning god of wine and celebration (throw down a keg, he’ll show up anywhere). Zeus, king of all gods, a heavy hitter (no jokes about Dad, he has a lightning bolt). Has anyone accused you of nepotism? Was there a god you wanted in your story, but who was just too booked up?

MELPOMENE: Nepotism? Not yet. I dare them to! In truth, I believe enough Gods meddled in my affair with Rowan. *Ouch!* Dad just hit me with a lightning bolt.

THALIA: You caught some pretty smooth blade moves on Cerberus, Hades’s three-headed fleabag from the Underworld. Who taught you all that bad-ass swordplay?

MELPOMENE: Oh, I’ve spent a great deal of time on many battlefields. A girl picks up things here and there.

THALIA: Inquiring minds want to know. So how do you rate the mortals versus the gods? Are the gods better in the sack or just more fertile? Is there an appeal the mortals have that the gods will never gain, or the other way around?

MELPOMENE: *Chuckles* This is another one of those questions Rowan shouldn’t hear the answer to. I know, I know, I probably should’ve told him to take a guys night out. *Ouch!* He just pinched my backside! *Flirtatious wink at Rowan* Let’s just say that mortal sex is different and outdoes procreating with the Gods if one is truly in love with the mortal.


THALIA: Mom and Dad are talking again. Thanks for doing that. Do you think they’ll be back to shagging one another in a month? A week? Should we expect a tenth muse?

MELPOMENE: I wouldn’t put it past them!

THALIA: Is Dionysus the bomb, or what? Would you agree he is the Spuds MacKenzie of the family?

MELPOMENE: Yes, we’ve had our ups and downs but I’d say Dionysus has more than proved himself. A definite keeper.

THALIA: Which goddess do you believe is most likely to allow Ares to spank her blind-folded in the woods if she thought they wouldn’t get caught? Excluding Aphrodite, she’s too obvious!

MELPOMENE: Why m’dear, I think you might have it in you to attempt such a naughty thing! *whispers* May I join you?

THALIA: Thank you, Melpomene, for spending the day with us on Apollo’s majestic cloud.

MELPOMENE: *gives Thalia a big hug* And thank you for taking the time to interview me, sister muse! Okay, here we go. On to bits and pieces of Melpomene and Rowan's unequaled start together...

***First blip. Rowan gets frisky…***

He struck quickly and she gasped. Gasped! Her, a muse, a goddess, gasp? Had any god ever incited such? No. But when Rowan stood and his eyes locked on her she was useless to grasp anything save his lips crashing down on hers. They were hard and urgent, soft, giving, and so much more. More than she’d anticipated; enough to decapitate reason and leave her basking beneath his ardor.

His hand came around her waist and pulled her tightly against him, left no breathing room. But what was breath when she had her Scotsman devouring her? His tongue swung into her mouth, sought and consumed. She met him thrust for thrust, swirling and feeling. Oh yes, so much feeling in one kiss, one mortal all-consuming kiss.

***A bit further in the story. Melpomene starts to feel human…***

He looked at her, his magnificent eyes cutting. “You tell me why I live. Why I can see you yet others cannot. Then I will tell you what I know.”

Damn his stubborn hide. She had no answer for him save speculation. “I cannot.”

He pulled up to his nearly six and half feet and looked down at her as though he was a god. “Then I cannot.”

Prideful son of Hades! But he must! Did he not realize his fate, life, well-being, everything, was in the hands of her Gods, not his? Fool! Christian God, her arse. The Greeks were what he should be concerned about!

“We’re at an impasse, Melpomene.” He had the nerve to hold out his arm to her. “Come; let’s go to my castle and rest. Start anew.”

Rest? She almost laughed. She could not rest, bathe, eat and sleep as a mortal did. Or could she? Was she somewhere caught between that she could do these things with him? Had she been given such without even knowing?

She had to find out, to give him her arm and let him lead her. For once be led and nurtured. Sung to? She looked up into his strong face. Nay, Rowan was not the singing type. Her gaze skirted lower and eyed the arousal he couldn’t seem to control when they were together. Nay, Rowan was not the singing type but he was a certain type.

And, whether he wanted to believe it or not, he was hers.

***A bit further in the story. Rowan starts to realize where they’re from doesn’t matter…***

"Shall we bathe together, my Laird?”

He almost tripped on a tree root. Bathe together? Bloody hell! Why not? He walked with an ache in his loin much to his discomfort and well she knew it, mischievous muse. He couldn’t deny the like he had for her stubborn streak nor her evident pride in the Greeks. Lord, now that was something. What was Greece when compared with Scotland? Really!

He bit his tongue. Was he not more in Greece’s throw right now than he was willing to admit? No doubt his own God frowned upon him. But how was he to have known?

“You did not answer my question.” Melpomene moved closer. Her breast grazed his forearm.

Saints, it was a well rounded breast. He sought breath and tried to focus on her question, on the light swish of her white gown dusting his booted ankle. That brought him back! “You’ve changed again, lass.”

“Aye.” She skirted a small stump but kept hold. “It seemed a wise choice.”

“Why would that be?”

A slight stain of red ran across Melpomene’s cheekbones. “You seemed unable to control yourself the last time I dressed in a plaid, so I figured for now…” She slid him a caddy appraisal at odds with her blush. “It would be wisest if I didn’t tempt you so.”

***Further on. Even a goddess realizes when things are getting out of control…***

A loon? Her? She tried to shrug away from his grasp, to no avail. His hold on her was thorough. Not even her goddess powers could remove her. They were weakening and haphazard. She lifted her chin and stared him down. “The battle at Langside counted approximately three hundred casualties. You were not among them. Nor did your queen see you there, nor did she expect you.”

Staggered, he released her and stepped back. Fresh fury ravaged his features. “How can you speak such? You were there! You saw!” As though he knew naught what else to do, he began to unclothe. “Mary was left undefended. I went to her. Took the blade meant for her. She knelt over me!”

She did well to keep her eyes on his face when the plaid hit the floor. “Yes, that is the way we remember it, Rowan, but not the way the world will. Of that I’m quite certain.”
She darted out of the tub when he swung one leg then another into it. Skittish, her? Had the circumstances been appropriate she would’ve laughed. There he stood, naked…and there she stood the same. Yet naught was said about it. She must keep her gaze on his face. What he said next shocked even her.

“Look at me, Melpomene. Look at the whole of me and prove you’re not the devil incarnate. That you’ve the womanly instincts you showed so readily in the forest. You stand now as a beast in my mind, one that says and does wicked, makes a mockery of the crown, of my bloodline.” He stayed standing, did not sink down into the water. “Look at me, Melpomene!”

Never a coward, she did.

Her knees buckled and she rested her bare bottom on the side of the tub.

Sky here! Hope you enjoyed reading about Muse Melpomene and her one true love. Oh, wait, almost forgot…years later, reviews are still rolling in about Highland Muse. Here’s the latest, Sept 2010…

“Highland Muse is not the first Sky Purington book that I have read. With each one I'm reminded why I continue to pick-up her books. Each book is a memorable treat to savor and a historical romance that endures time. Ms. Purington has a way of mixing fantasy with reality and coming up with a really great story. I look forward to enjoying more of her books and I encourage readers to pick-up one of these heartfelt romances.”

~TOP PICK rating. Countrygirl88. Night Owl Reviews

Alright, you’re free to go. BUT, don’t forget, two winners will be drawn. The prizes include a free Ecopy of Highland Muse and a $15 gift certificate to Digi Books Café! How to win? Answer this question in a comment (hint…answers found within previous excerpts) The question…stripped naked before her, Rowan wants Melpomene to prove to him she’s not what? (hint…I’d smack him upside the head if he asked me this!) Contest closes Friday, October 8th 12 PM EST.

Thank you again to author Michele Hart for providing interview questions via Thalia. Does the Muse of Comedy sound like your kind of girl? If so, be sure to pop back November 13th- 19th when Michele & Thalia are featured on this blog.

Enjoy your week. Be good!

~Sky

I leave you with this poem...

 But oh Melpomene! thy lyre of wo--

To what a mournful pitch its keys were strung,
And when thou badest its tones of sorrow flow,
Each weeping Muse, enamoured, o'er thee hung:
How sweet--how heavenly sweet, when faintly rose
The song of grief, and at its dying close
The soul seemed melting in the trembling breast;
The eye in dews of pity flowed away,
And every heart, by sorrow's load opprest,
To infant softness sunk, as breathed thy mournful lay.

16 comments:

vickyvak said...

The answer is: the devil incarnate

You're right! I would smack him too if he said that to me!!!

vicky.vak8(at)gmail.com

Skhye said...

LOL. Nice excerpts. ;)

Andrea I said...

The devil incarnate.

That's not nice at all.

andrea.infinger@gmail.com

BJ said...

Devil Incarnate

beejee77@comcast.net

*yadkny* said...

Hi Sky,
Loved the interview! Very cool questions Michele! The excerpts were great as well and so were the pics. Rowan wants Melpomene to prove to him she’s not the devil incarnate. I too would not be able to not look at Rowan;)

yadkny@hotmail.com

Sky Purington said...

LOL...I know, right Vickyvak?!

Sky Purington said...

TY sis Skhye (AKA- Muse Calliope)

Sky Purington said...

Andrea I, I totally agree. Rowan was in a mood, eh?

Sky Purington said...

Thanks for swinging in, BJ!

Sky Purington said...

Yadkny, so glad you enjoyed it! Michele did a slammin' job, didn't she? As to Rowan, luckily he made it up to Melpomene later...Highlander style! *winks*

Historical Writer/Editor said...

Great interview. I've read Sylvan Mist and really enjoyed it. The answer to the question is: the devil incarnate. :) -Laura
L_Hogg at comcast dot net

Caroline Clemmons said...

Sky, what a nice blog. I love the photos, too. I always enjoy a visit to your blog.

The answer is devil incarnate.

caroline@carolineclemmons.com

Sky Purington said...

So glad you enjoyed Sylvan Mist, Laura. Thanks for swinging in!

Sky Purington said...

Oh, thank you so much, Caroline. :)

Carol L. said...

Hi Sky,
Nice interview. Rowan huh :)A gorgeous Highlander and still he'd have to be smacked for suggesting such a thing."“Look at me, Melpomene. Look at the whole of me and prove you’re not the devil incarnate". Then of course I'd let the Highlander make it up to me lol
Carol L.
Lucky4750@aol.com

Hywela Lyn said...

Belated greetings, Sister Sky - and Melpomene and Thalia of course!
What a delightful interview - and such gorgeous pictures! Many apologies for not visiting before, but thank you so much for all the hard work you've put into this Blog series. I'll try to be a little less tardy in future!