Fun in Writing Fantasy
I'm having fun writing fantasy romantic erotica. My September release, The Sultan's Revenge, is an example. Like The Dragon's Choice, this story has sentient, flying dragon-like creatures, about the size of a parrot, called fairy-dragons. These intelligent beings will bond, mentally, with a human.
Here's a passage from the story illustrating their mental dialogue with Rima.
BTW, Rima, the captive princess, has been assigned as his body servant, by Sultan Khalid, as a way to highlight her subservient position.
A quick visual sweep of the bathing room showed all was in place.
Once more, she heard Khalid's voice, now closer. Soon he'd be at the door.
A low hiss drew her attention to a nearby section of carved feldspar where it arched against the ceiling. She spotted her two fairy-dragons perched in concealing shadows.
::Be strong,:: the larger male, Oak, urged as he spread his shimmering green wings to the handspan of a large human.
::We are here, dearling,:: crooned the smaller female, Willow. Her sky-blue wings, with their delicate tracery of silver, flared then settled sleekly along her sides. ::Just say the words and we'll rip the Sultan's eyes from his face.::
Rima grinned at the bloodthirsty words coming from the usually peaceful fairy-dragon. ::What would your children and the other members of your flight think if they'd heard you?::
::They'd offer to help,:: she said complacently.
Oak rustled his wings as a sign of agitation. ::Princess, I do not like the way this Tarkassan treats you as a servant.::
::I am a servant. The other women in the harem, especially Faridah Um Mahir, Sultana Valide--the chief of women--have gone to great lengths to prove that to me.::
Rima frowned, thinking of the odd looks and sharp words from other concubines. ::Some of them whisper that I am poisoning the sultan's mind against his other women.::
Warm Regards,
Barbara
aka April
Here's a passage from the story illustrating their mental dialogue with Rima.
BTW, Rima, the captive princess, has been assigned as his body servant, by Sultan Khalid, as a way to highlight her subservient position.
A quick visual sweep of the bathing room showed all was in place.
Once more, she heard Khalid's voice, now closer. Soon he'd be at the door.
A low hiss drew her attention to a nearby section of carved feldspar where it arched against the ceiling. She spotted her two fairy-dragons perched in concealing shadows.
::Be strong,:: the larger male, Oak, urged as he spread his shimmering green wings to the handspan of a large human.
::We are here, dearling,:: crooned the smaller female, Willow. Her sky-blue wings, with their delicate tracery of silver, flared then settled sleekly along her sides. ::Just say the words and we'll rip the Sultan's eyes from his face.::
Rima grinned at the bloodthirsty words coming from the usually peaceful fairy-dragon. ::What would your children and the other members of your flight think if they'd heard you?::
::They'd offer to help,:: she said complacently.
Oak rustled his wings as a sign of agitation. ::Princess, I do not like the way this Tarkassan treats you as a servant.::
::I am a servant. The other women in the harem, especially Faridah Um Mahir, Sultana Valide--the chief of women--have gone to great lengths to prove that to me.::
Rima frowned, thinking of the odd looks and sharp words from other concubines. ::Some of them whisper that I am poisoning the sultan's mind against his other women.::
Warm Regards,
Barbara
aka April


1 Comments:
Hi, Barbara :-)
I love your fairy dragons. This excerpt was funny :-) I love how protective they are of Rima.
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