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Look of Love from Another World – Part One

Look of Love from Another World – Part One

‘Once upon a time’ tells of ballads of fine times.  Times of pushing man to the farthest reaches of the universe of that telling.  Adventure waits those who turn page, knowing of tell of fine pitch of battle or chase of evil intent.  But what of glamour of chase of boy of girl and girl of boy in return.  Is there no room in these pages for that of tender look and deft hold of hand?  Our previous stories told ballad of the Forest of Quinn in four parts.  Imagery let us see how earth, sea, and sky stood with men of Light to repel those forces of Tor del’ Gulle, that wanted of desperate fashion to close away any part of Light forever from that world.

Yet…  Does love sing of soft refrain?  Does spring of new love hold where all else fails?  In the world of Cre – lo Way and Song, they are met with their own love of first, then of Roth and Heen, then in three of Cre Point who stagger as love binds them together.  These shout of full anthem with all of nature that – Yes!  Love is indeed here and stands of equal place among that of battle and high adventure.

Turn a quiet ear with me.  Hold of discerning eye and mind as first looks of love grasp the hearts of those which Word foretold of long tell ago.  None other than Cre – lo – Way as the man Orm, with Song, who sings her way into his heart, along with her pretty lip, deft of hand, and liquid dark brown eyes for him.

Man stood in wonder as all of nature sang of the richness of her glory due, wondering of place and time, looking from one to another of question, knowing lo of right and know, except Song…

Song bowed her head of tribute, knowing of the Truth within her, kneeling first as tile glowed around her, then letting her body fall full of tile.  She seemed to become one in knowledge of times with tile so bright did tile circle around her, filling her mind and spirit for those things of Orm set before her.

Tears of her love flowed, caught of tile, carried in flickering blue as blessing to others, adding blessing upon blessing of lo, maturing thought for man to catch of time.

Song knew her answer as she picked herself up from tile.  “Yes, my part is plain before me.  Indeed will I go to him with gladness of heart, to set Song in place with new things in tribute of what is to be…  Of man for woman and woman for man…”

She stepped on lo in promptness of purpose, nodding to Firenna and Burenna, who stood by her in question.  “My time is here, to answer to Orm, to fill that place set for me before time of man.”  She glanced her toe along glowing tile.  “Lo gave place of honor for me.  A place such as never before set for woman plain as I…”

She let them see her tears of delight of love for Orm.  “I’ll go of lo for him.  May time do well for us as we set mission ahead for man to know.”  Her eyes suddenly flared as Word held her, filling her lips as Word of knowledge leapt from her.  “…with message for you both to perform.  Seek those whom lo has found among new and old.  Those whose spirit seeks higher knowledge of ancient script.  These will be the first of many for our new mission to fulfill, to enter his Way with gladness.  To step aside from life as this in order to learn a better Way in order to become shepherds for His cause…”

Song stumbled in release of Word, letting her knee buckle from the weight of her message.  Firenna and Burenna gasped in delight of her placement upon them, finding tile dance merrily around them in joy of giving new message.  Others of courtyard looked to them in wonder as Song lifted of lo above them in readiness of course.

Song waved in ready reply to shouts of acclaim as she circled once of lo, then straightened her shoulders for her journey of lo for Orm, letting that of below drain from her, filling her heart and mind instead with thought of Orm.  She leaned forward of lo, sending speed of passion to meet her love, letting refrain pass from her to delight land below of her passing.

Wind carried before her in shrieking gale, first of high, then return to low, placing processional of chorus before her.

Tile rippled welcome of columns of peach bands in rich display of her as tone strengthened in processional of wedding day.

–Orchestration swells at her appearance and continues–

As Light fills me to share with all,

May willing heart reach for my love,

Putting our love into his hands,

To return stronger to me from above.

Oh  –  an  –  oh  –  an  –  oh  –  to be done in me…

Do they know who is passing?

Those who stagger below under heavy load?

Do they fathom His depth of love

Given that others might know

Oh beautiful Light, both joy and stern

Will they ever seek His Light to learn?”

–Orchestration weaves with her of high and low–

She curved back and forth, letting space and time of passing avail her of look over land.  Where are those we seek to save?  Does dark reach hold them prisoner, hidden as gems for its dark work?  Or…  does help seek those through lo of Way, offering glimmer of hope to those who stray?

Song circled once around Orm Place, too overcome of awe for lo of Way’ creation to let note form on pretty lip…

Not so with bugle of tile, announcing bride of Orm, that all of nature might stir and shout.  Tile erupted again in peach color display of her, mingling promise of fruit of peach alongside his ruby and emerald look.

Lo let nature ring as symphony of bells, ringing in delight across all of land, each leaf and curl of vine gave herald in release of energy of praise.  Animal, bird, and insect added measure of note to crescendo until anthem of praise proceeded her first step on tile.

Orm stood of Light before her, reaching hand of husband to be for bride.  “Before all of nature of lo of Way, will you become bride for me?  I may ask before none higher than these?  For my part…”  He hesitated as all of nature held silent before them. “For my part, I do take thee for my bride, knowing your love as no other, until parting of sorrow separates us.”

Song blushed as nature of lo held breath for her answer…

Silence reigned in respect for these two to step forward in announce of vow as Way of future of man.

Orm took her hand in his arm as flower and bird hastened to open line of processional to edge of pool of river where bark of boat awaited their journey.

Her liquid pool of eyes met his as she nodded her answer.  “Yes!  With all of my being I answer yes!  For Way knows my heart, how there is no other for me and of me.  She flung her arms around his neck, reaching for his lips.

Tile blew of anthem of award of praise, sending showers of peach, emerald, and ruby light in rainbow of effect over them, while birds sang of chorus and flower increased fragrance at each step.

In solemn movement, Orm reached down to mound of precious anointing before them.  He picked up her ring, cast by lo of peach gold, ruby, and emerald, and slid it onto her ring finger.

In return of solemn move, she took identical ring for him, shining for moment, and slid it onto his ring finger.

Nature held silent before these still, holding honor from depths of earth and sea to height of open sky.

Orm drank in her love, finally able of willing to find kiss of pretty lip of long hold, letting his love for her fill her to full of strength.

They turned of both step together, setting foot down into bark, setting down as current of lo moved them to stream under waterfall, shutting display of tile to muted flashes behind water.

Song looked about her as bark passed in opening of water for them, not letting drop of mist hinder passing.  She smiled at the effect in her heart, turning to find his love waiting…

–Tile became of muted orchestration for them, funneled in various openings as they passed–

(Song)         Should we be afraid

Will light fail around us?

Do you know Way or…

Will we become lost forever?”

Orm smiled as he brushed her light brown curls with another kiss.

(Orm)          “Rest here for time with me

Let those thoughts put to rest

For we stray within lo of Way

To barely hush to sing of say—


For true love to live forever in us!  (together)

(Song)         Do you know how my eyes light when you enter my room

How my heart quickens of love, oh, my groom?

For you are my strength for life evermore

My wonder of man, to kiss, to love from here to distant shore.

Orm smiled again in kiss of her pretty lip, pausing for answer

(Orm)          See, how you’ve captured my heart

How I stir of glad receipt when you touch my hand

For my delight of your beauty knows no bound of eye

So you have me, my heart, my hands, my eyes, my all…


For true love to live forever in us…”   (together)

Orm and Song start anew where men and women of light left off a thousand years previous.  But what of Roth and Heen?  What of the many others whom lo has touched of ready, to continue in the steps of announce of Cre – lo – Way.  Find out in our next edition –Part Two.  Where Love Finds a Way!


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What happens When the Trees Fight Back? – Part four

What Happens When the Trees Fight Back? – Part Four
Gone! Song is far removed from the battlefield, her sacrifice still of obvious dent to all those who stood of awe below. Gone were the last elements of those fierce brigades of flying teeth on the wing, which for years held dread of man and Forest of Quinn. Gone too, was Cre – lo – Way, tucked away safe with his love, Song, under the woven branches of the Forest of Quinn. No man or beast dare approach within miles of this predatory moment as the weeping Forest of Quinn takes care of its own.
But what of our battle? The forces of evil know the queen is gone! Gone at last with her preventive force, sealing them a step away from victory. How do the forces of light stand in strength when their queen is gone. The image of her falling in rolling measure across their vision, openly bleeding her life away in a screaming rotation of fall, plants in each warrior. How then does it all end? Check it out below or get the entire novel, Chronicles of Orm, book one, Legend of Cre – lo – Way, at
Cre – lo – Way turned his thoughts to that of Song. Setting course of lo, he leaned for hurry to his love once again, letting Cre flow away from him, delighted to arrive to her open arms of love as Orm.
Forest of Quinn opened before him, letting flurry of battle look ease away and let newness of sweet blossom know each branch.
Orm eased tired feet into healing water next to her.
Song leaned into his look for worry for him, taking his hand to her cheek for concern.
Orm sighed of deep content, letting wash of Spirit of Healing course through him. He let her caress of love renew attitude in him from turmoil of fight to focus instead on her sweet liveliness. He reached again to kiss her pretty lips as on a certain day of first, now long ago.
Looking to her shoulders and back, he expected to find wrath of scar. Instead he smiled of nod of appreciation.
Song smiled back in nod. “Healing of waters of Forest of Quinn accomplished that upon me, sending scar of beast to naught, but instead knew my heart with blessing. Now instead of cruel scar, I wear decorative row of finely stitched peach petals. In this manner, all may know that intent of dark reach is overcome of Love of Light and Way of Truth of Life.”
Orm let shake of tears know him as beauty once again reigned beside him.
All of land shared his moment of filling of gladness and held all motion for him of tribute.
Sea again let its endless rollers find an end, smoothing out to Peaceful Rest.
Wind held its ceaseless roaming, letting Peace reign in heavens above them.
All of nature held silent, even to popping of new blossom and stir of wing of tiny insect.
Mankind felt of hush and nodded with those who knew, for Right set about to reset time of man for good rather than evil.
Song felt stirring of song within her, as did Orm. As one, they stood away from healing waters of Forest of Quinn, letting lo stir under them in happiness of lift of guide.
In wide slow circles they turned from Forest of Quinn which waved of many blossomed branches for them of tribute, letting depth of sweet scent cover their leave of travel.
Song let throat start as Word of Life filled her.
“Oh – oh – and –aye again
We fly together as loves first stand
Let world know of Life and Way
How Light is overcome to stay!”
Orm laughed in merry humor, catching her Spirit of delight of Song.
“Oh – oh – and – aye again
Indeed is Love of Life here to span
All of creation in sweetness of open hand
Let men know of gift from Light
And turn to Way with all of might.
She leaned into him and he into her as lo knew his heart and changed direction of course to that of Peace and Rest under waterfall of Cre Place.
Together they murmured of sweet delight.
“How can we be certain
How can we know of Way
When will answer be open
And our lips hold note of say
For onward we ride to adventure learn
Together in lift of Light of know
To share message wherever we go
Orm turned in final circle before Cre Place, careful to carry his love in arms of delight as lo set them down in gladness of bringing.
Tile sent arching salute of peach color for her and crimson and green for him, letting salute ring forth in volume of crescendo, rising over land and sea, until all of this earth knew beyond any shadow of doubt, that love rests eternal where love is shared in woman and man…

Check out more examples of Imagery at And stay tuned. Book two – Of Birth and Rejection is well on the way. Hmmm, Song finds her everyday activities suddenly halted by nausea. All of nature holds still for an announcement, yet…

What Happens When the Trees Fight Back? – Part Three

What Happens When the Trees Fight Back? – Part Three

Have you ever set a trap?  A ruse so complete in its device that your enemy has to flow into it in compulsion of lust?  Imagine then a battle spread out in the broad plain below.  Terrifying monsters, bold of attack and fierce in battle rushed to that first attack.  As many as jumped in first attack in order to annihilate the forces of light which paraded in full strength of their own, they fell back of gaping wound or flung in deaths last gasp.

Those warriors of light were valiant men of former haggard concern, saved by the forces of ancient design for this moment in time.  These numbers as many as the forces of evil, making this a battle of many days.

The battle ling surged back and forth those first two long days.  Even the counter ruse of evil, to send its hideous warriors of the night upon the tired lines of light, failed as never before as Light sprang up in their face of defeat.

The third day would tell this story for all knew the battle would fall one way or the other for weight of arms or lure of deception.  That day began as the others, with the forces of evil mounting fierce charge.  Their horrid beasts of the air surged as one to overcome for those below.  These hideous beasts met their match in from the singing arrows of the Forest of Quinn and in close combat, the piercing agony of hand thrown arrowheads from the fingers of Song and her escort.  That was enough to break the aerial attack of the evil ones.  But the prophecy of a great one falling in battle was still to be fulfilled.  Who would be the one, the chosen one to fall so the others might live…

Song knew her part and set her course to meet her destiny high above and to the north of the battlefield, luring a few at first, then in growing numbers all those wicked beasts who might conquer her in battle.

Earth knew its part, setting boulder and crevasse to the north so men of evil could not pass.  Sea followed of perfect harmony of motion, reversing currents and great waves of pounding lest any ship of evil purpose choose to veer toward the north.  Wind held of quiet moment of first, settling fog of war in dense accumulation where trap was set, lest any flying beast scream of warning before it was far too late of turning away.

Song held her course as earth, sea, and sky dealt their blows of ruse.  Then in brave attendance she allowed her flight to veer in sudden change to…

Pick up our story here, from Chronicles of Orm, book one, Legend of Cre – lo – Way, available in experimental form at

Still forces came in weight, letting battle come to point of crescendo by late afternoon.  Song led her escort in diving attacks, driving home lethal blows from singing arrows of Forest of Quinn from close range.  Seeing point of resistance welling up to her, Song felt her hand stretch back and fling five lethal arrowheads into point of formation.  That formation folded in spray of death, letting gap open in ranks of dark reach for first time in center.

Her escort dove with her, doing as same with singing arrows of Forest of Quinn  and from here and again there, savage bursts of arrowheads from their fingers, driving lead point of enemy back in disarray.

More troops assailed that point from both sides, hurling together in mad frenzy, bringing heat of battle to its height of conflict.

Flights of Hankuim showed up in lethal charge, circling first of height, then plunging down to fling death upon those of reach.

Song gathered her escort to circle back to height to prevent more of these.

She bowed her head as her time approached, knowing it was for these below that she did so.  More Hankuim and Topeek recognized her move with her escort, now low on arrows and shed of points of fingers.

In spiraling show of intricate flying, they used their numbers to push her escort into tighter curves, knowing that although each singing arrow of Forest of Quinn brought down one of their number, more joined in hot pursuit.

Song circled of purpose, drawing these away toward north of main battle.

Wind knew her time, laying rolling clouds of cover under those who flew together of great rage.  Song glanced down to see wind accomplish its part and knew moment stood for her…

Time seemed to hang still as hundreds of soldiers gasped to watch.  Tor del’ Gulle swung his mount to one side as he gained sight of advantage to her flight.

Cre – lo – Way flew of lo down into that tumbling blend of low clouds, ready for his part of ruse.

Hankuim felt time as well, diving in mad rush to see who could score mark of death upon one of these riders of Forest of Quinn of first.

Song let her bow down, having run out of arrows and finger blades.  As next Hankuim reached for her, she let lo bump her up into reach of claws, which tore through her light armor and broke into her shoulders across her back.  Lo let her go of freefall as its part of ruse.

Scream of shock of pain sounded from her, louder than her Song, casting from her to sound as bugle of defeat across battlefield.

All of lo held still as her scream echoed across land of battle and beyond, letting all know of her courage before dark reach.

Song tumbled as limp form from on high, careful to move in roll toward north, where all of battle could see.

Her escort wailed of mourn for her as their part, diving in thick formation over her so no other injury might strike.

Hankuim and Topeek all screamed of victory over hate of Cre – lo – Way and queen of Forest of Quinn.  Rapid wing beats proved each one to be next to finish her off.

She continued to plummet as limp form, letting obvious wound across her back and shoulders show plain to all.

Men of dark reach screamed of victory of charge as those men of Light fell back in moan over their loss, leading those of dark reach to spread out in chase of victory.

Tor del’ Gulle gleaned as much in quick survey and plunged ahead to lead final charge of break in lines of men of Light.

Those Tricophee still of fighting strength bounded forward for same.

Song continued her plummet of death roll, leading all Hankuim and Topeek toward north in blind race of final plunge.

As leading Hankuim were about to break through her escort to one side, wind blew of hard into cloud bank, letting that disperse in seconds.

Song shouted of glad as separated clouds reveled her fall to be into center of Forest of Quinn, hidden until now to flights of beasts.

Those beasts reared back and away in frantic clawing of air for break and run.

Forest of Quinn had waited for centuries for opportunity as such.  With deafening rattle, hundreds of lethal arrows shot up, careful to avoid tumbling form of Song.  Each beast became shuddering weight of broken flight as arrow after arrow pushed each to final roll of death.  Not one found enough turn to avoid that deadly flight from below.  Not one found recovery of blast of singing arrows of Quinn to escape.  Not one…

Cre – lo – Way smiled as he waited above Forest of Quinn, directly below her fall.  With loving arms he rose to catch her in arms of love, murmuring his care for her.  He carried her down in slow circles of great care to healing waters of Forest of Quinn.  Long branches held back and away in honor for him to lower her limp form into pool of healing.

Forest of Quinn held her with weeping care, spreading tight weave of branches above those two, taking great care of intricate weave for her safety.

Healing water surged in tribute of healing, taking that burn of pain away and reviving her form.

What tribute would Forest of Quinn impart upon their queen that would do her justice for her deed of grand design?  In her plight of ruse, she’d led the balance of those horrible beasts within range of their singing arrows of the Forest of Quinn.  Stories of how hundreds of arrows leapt from ancient force of root to destroy at last that which plagued forest for a thousand years will be told and retold for generations.  Indeed, it would take dark reach two decades to begin to replace the numbers of those beasts that fell in one moment for following the ruse of the queen of the Forest of Quinn.

Tribune was well given that next day, as Song emerged to find a victorious field of battle for the forces of light.  What tribute was that that pronounced upon Song?  That and more is revealed at last in Part Four.

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