In the wake of birth and betrayal, Ushna takes the God Ashur to Tristan in a last desperate bid to save Tristan’s life—and is helpless to do anything but watch as Ashur instead buries him in a grave. Though he has no desire to go on living, having now lost Brian and Tristan, Ushna has no choice. Not only do their children need him, the mysterious Simurgh has come out of hiding and forces him to continue on—for there is much to do and little time to do it, especially with treachery and danger closing in on them from every side.
WOW! Best yet! Almost 300 hundred pages of none stop action, emotion, passion, dreams, reality, betrayals,friends formed and lost.
As they say, The show must go on. So even though Ushna knows Tristan is lost but not dead he must continue. For the pups, for Theo’s kids. For the greater good. But as the months slip by, Ushna slips more and more into a deeper despair and we can feel his pain, he’s losing weight, only focused on the pups and not really the goings on around him. Until his hand is forced, and he must make a decision, luckily just in time.
The reunion of Tristan, Brian and Ushna is bitter sweet and short lived with all the battles and back stabbing going on. Its hard for these three to figure out who to trust and to have a minute to themselves. But one thing is for sure, the love and connection between them is pure and solid. You can feel it, almost see it coming off the pages.
Corey, plays a big roll is this book, and we finally find out what happened to his twin flame. Gregori is also set up for his big something, I hope.
Even though you’ve got a lot of players, no one really new. But just like all of Lexi’s novels they are detailed and intense and command your attention. The plot, sub plot, players, secondary and even third tier charters are important or she wouldn’t put them in. From the nurse maids to the drangonets. (BTW, so cute and I want one) We are left with another cliffy, one we should have seen coming but somehow didn’t, idiot! (me)
I nodded, watching him descend the mound. Juan, Michael, and Neesie stayed with me. Pushing the excitement, the fear, and the rush of adrenaline aside, I concentrated on the ribbon tying Tristan to me. Locating the spot where I knew I’d find him, I dropped on my knees, cupped my hands and began to dig through the loose soil. Juan and Michael knelt, helping while Neesie guarded us, rifle braced against her shoulder with the nose pointed to the side of the mound, away from where I dug for Tristan.
About a foot down, my hands brushed against something slick but dry. “Here! Easy,” I said, even knowing neither Michael nor Juan needed to be told to take care.
The material shimmered in the wan moonlight, the exact color I couldn’t tell. I didn’t have to see his face to know he was swaddled within the material. Juan drew a knife to slice the material away but the blade skittered off, not damaging the cloth. Quickly we worked to unbury all of Tristan’s wrapped body, searching for a place that would allow us to peel the sack away from him. We were so close—I was so close to laying eyes on Tristan again. I needed to touch him, hold him, breathe in his scent.
Gritting my teeth as I attempted to control my emotions didn’t keep my hands from trembling. It had been too long since I stood by his side, heard him laugh, and gripped his hair in my hands. For too long the only image of him I recalled was of him broken and bloodied, in pain and yet staring back at me with such calm.
Unable to help myself, I lifted Tristan’s body, still wrapped in the goddamn garment, and clutched him to my chest. Even though he’d been in the ground for Gods knew how long, his body blazed with an almost scorching heat. I didn’t care if touching him hurt, I’d be damned if I put him down.
Ushna’s Sorrow, My Sorrow
I had planned to write Dragon’s Eye in the Fall/Winter of 2014. I wanted to have it turned in before the end of the year, so I was prepping for it at the beginning of October when the word came that my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He’d been having headaches that weren’t going away and went to see the doctor. A week after receiving the news I went to GRL Chicago and put on my best face, believing with everything that I had he would make it through. I heard about people beating cancer all of the time and my dad was an ornery old coot.
For years, my father and I didn’t see eye to eye on many things and he would talk my ear off believing he was right. He always had to be right. There was nothing mean or callous in his conviction, just the way his brain operated and I believed that he would never change. Over the years we grew apart.
When he was admitted to the hospital, I sat with him every day and we talked about everything but what I wrote. Then one day out of the blue he says to me, “I am thankful that you found your cause. That you found something you believe in enough to stand up for. I don’t agree with you and your cause isn’t one that I can stand with you on because I goes against what I believe. But I’ve been waiting for something to come along to light a fire in you.”
The one thing my dad taught us kid was: We Kellys were fighters. Life could knock us on our ass but we always got back up and pushed on. We didn’t give up. We stood up for what we believed in. And we always gave a helping hand. I never looked at my stance on equal rights for all as fighting for a cause. This was who I was, who I’d always been. I had thought I was a disappointment to my father until that day when told me how proud he was. Even though he didn’t share or didn’t understand my convictions, he was still proud.
What I didn’t know was even though my beliefs didn’t cause him to reevaluate and change his own convictions, it made him more conscious of how he treated those of the LGBTQ community. He told me proudly how he quit using “those words” and made sure he erased anything the thought I would find offensive off of his Facebook page. It was probably one of the best conversations that I’d have with my father in the last ten years. On November 12, 2014 my father passed away.
The next couple of months was something of a blur. I threw myself into editing and writing. Ha! I was still trying to keep to my schedule to have Dragon’s Eye completed by the end of December. I started the book, reached 20k only to start over again. I did that three times because when I went back to reread the prose was so dark. Unintentionally, I was exercising my grief through writing. Sumeria’s Sons isn’t dark and brooding but has a light and fun air about it. Part of the issue was that Dragon’s Eye began from Ushna’s POV from the point Tristan was put in the ground by Ashur. It was so easy to get in that head space of grief because I was already there and I poured all of it into Ushna. His sorrow and my sorrow simply bounced off of each other. Then when I came back to self-edit that portion it would only drudge up the pain of loss. I have to say that was the worse self-editing I’ve ever done. Seriously, the editor sent me a note asking if I sent in the wrong document because she thought she held a first draft. Embarrassing!
I kept going back and cutting down and re-toning the prose from Ushna’s POV because I didn’t want Dragon’s Eye to be that dark. It’s supposed to be about reconnecting but other themes made it into the story. Grief (of course,) regret, dealing with guilt, (of course, of course, of course), how people aren’t perfect, not quitting, being strong for others, forgiveness, and celebrating the reunions. After this last round of edits, the story feels more balanced than it did when I first started penning it and I’m very pleased with the outcome. ^_^
A huge thank you for allowing me to be a guest on the blog today! Throughout the blog tour for Dragon’s Eye, I hope you enjoy the behind the scenes look at the gods and mythos, and how they play a part in Sumeria’s Sons. For a visual representation, please visit my Pinterest page. (https://www.pinterest.com/lexiander1/sumeria-sons-inspirations/) During the tour I discuss the Sumerian pantheon, about who and what the Gods/Goddess are, and how I use them. Make sure you stop by the other blogs to get a complete look at the Gods and Goddess the Lycan’s follow.
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Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.
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