Come away with me…

Join me on a week long virtual getaway. Today begins the first day of my blog tour. My first stop is over at Darker Passions for my interview with Lykil. I’m also on Night Owl Reviews! There is also a tour long giveaway for a signed copy of The Lycan Hunter.
The tour dates and links are listed below.
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December 2 Guest blog (review later)
Darker Passions
December 2 Spotlight
Night Owl Reviews
December 3 Interview
Fantasy Book Addict
December 3 Guest blog
Howling Books and Design
December 4 guest post
Annette Gisby
December 4 Interview
The Book Landers
December 5 Spotlight
December 6 Interview and review
happy tails and tales
December 9 Interview
A Writer’s Mind


I wasn’t always a writer.

Many authors claim that they have been writing since (insert young age here) and have had a love of books since (another equally young age), but that’s not my story. Here is my appalling truth.

My household wasn’t one to encourage reading. I read what was required of me by my teachers and rarely  more than that. I didn’t start writing until I was thirteen. I began in poetry which revolved heavily around my angst and feelings of inadequacy as a human being. I won’t say I had a great childhood. It could have been worse, much worse in fact, so I am grateful that it wasn’t, but it wasn’t an emotional cakewalk.

I won’t go into the “woe is me” file, because my childhood is over. Just understand that’s where my writing started and my teacher saved my life. I’ve told her as such because I really am grateful for the life I lead now. It’s not the most glamorous, but it’s mine and I’m happy, and that’s what counts.

I didn’t develop a desire to read for pleasure until my late teens. I didn’t become a glutton for the written word until my early twenties. My first series into reading wasn’t Harry Potter or some other well received series. It should have been but it wasn’t. I read Twilight. Why? Because it was so popular at the time and I worked in a book store. I quickly moved on to other series and eventually found my way to paranormal romance and erotica genre. I rarely read books from other genres.

Yes, I am an unrepentant genrephobe and I am not a fan of the standalone *shudder*.

The life I lead now revolves heavily around writing and reading. I have six writing apps, three reading apps, and two word count trackers on my phone/tablet. I have a desperate need to be able to write and read. It is important that I am able to create and read on a whim. Honestly, if someone said I’m not allowed to do either for the rest of my life I don’t have a clue what my life would look like.

Luckily no one has uttered those terrible words to me, because my life without the written word would be an awful life indeed.

Day of the Fallen

Within the United States, November 11 is known as Veteran’s Day. For those of the Commonwealth, it is known as Remembrance Day. Each respective day of remembrance honors those who have died in the line of duty. In the world of Gardas and to all of its inhabitants, November 11 marks the day where honor is paid to the Fallen and Tuyir’s heroes. Though the day and ceremony is crafted as an honor to Tuyir, the god of war,  the honor is truly given to the Fallen, War’s heroes.

Like previous posts, this is a work of fiction and in no way is meant to make a mockery of observances recognized in the real world. I, Kelsey Jordan, honor all Veterans and all the ones who didn’t make it home. May they know how much they are missed.


Attire/ Appearance:

Attendants dress in Tuyir’s colors (red and grey). Those who have seen war will wear a piece of their armor or a favored weapon. All others will wear an adornment from a Fallen who is of familial familiarity or the emblem of Tuyir. Hair should be worn as if prepared for battle. Any facial adornments should also be done as if preparing for battle.

Ceremonial Space:

The ceremonial space is prepared according to the Rite of Cleansing. All candles are representative of each Fallen within the community. Those that have joined Tuyir as one of his Fallen since the last observance of the Day of the Fallen are honored with their own votive candle in Tuyir’s colors. In the event that there are no Fallen who have Passed since the last observance of the Day of the Fallen, a single red and grey pillar candle is lit and placed in front of the representation of Liflasir at the center of the altar space.


The Fallen are those who have Passed in battle or from wounds sustained in battle. The Fallen are considered to be War’s Heroes and honored for their ultimate sacrifice every year.


The Saireceane–ritual leader–will step forward and lead everyone to prayer pose. He or she will then say the following words:

A time came where War beckoned.

A shout arose–a mighty roar–

and War’s heroes heeded the call to action.

They are our pride

–the Warriors and the Fallen.

On this day we Honor them

–give them our highest praise.

May we never forget the sacrifice they have made

They are owed our thanks and praise

for the freedom they have preserved,

the danger they kept at bay,

for their Courage in doing

what we have not done.

On this day we honor War’s Heroes,

Eternal peace to the Fallen and Honor to the Warriors who remain with us on this day.

Praise be to them,

for we are honored.


In order to pay tribute to those who have Passed since the last observance of the Day of the Fallen, the familial survivors present to the gathered community the tale (if it is known) of their Fallen’s final battle. Should they not know the tale of their Fallen’s final battle, the survivors will recall the moment that the Fallen went off to battle and present the honor they feel for the ultimate sacrifice their Fallen has paid in battle.


The prayer is said by all in attendance. This prayer is in remembrance of the Fallen, the ones who have Passed in battle or from injuries sustained in battle.

In Tuyir’s hallowed heart

War’s Heroes are honored.

They feast eternally

for they are blessed.

War’s hallowed heart knows their battled cries,

the blood they shed,

and the scars that shall never heal.

In life they were our shield—

the strength in the midst

of War’s call.

They were our fearless soldiers.

Their sacrifice is unmatched,

their bravery never doubted.

They’ve succeeded where others have failed,

lived true to the Cannons and the Oaths:

To serve and protect; shield or to die.

Until the end of our days,

when the Histories are no more,

their legacy lives within us.

Never will they be forgotten.

In them we find our strength and Honor.

Blessed be the Fallen.


In remembrance of the Fallen, there is no feast. All adults must participate in a day long fast. Young ones are exempt from this practice until they are eligible to go to war in accordance with their cultural standards. The following prayer is said within the dining hall at each meal, with a slight change to denote the time of day.

The Fallen have given all they are for our [morning] nourishment 

it is in their honor that on this holy day

we go without.

For without their selfless sacrifice,

we would not know the freedom we enjoy

nor would we know the simple pleasure of a meal without conflict.

In this small gesture, we honor the Fallen.

Wartime Feast:

For those in battle, nourishment is allowed, but food must be set aside for those who have Passed in battle and for any who were recognized during the presentation ceremony. Once the meal is completed the meals of the Fallen is placed in a fire. The following prayer is said to mark the sacrifice of food:

 Though you are within Mother Death’s embrace,

we offer a meal to share with you.

May you find the offering worthy of your sacrifice.

In this small gesture, we honor the Fallen.

*Author Note*

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