Great Minds Think Aloud Blog Tour: Deby Adair

Posted: September 13, 2012 in Guest blogs
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First of all, I offer a big, fat, huge, ENORMOUS apology to Kitty Bullard, Great Minds Think Aloud Independent Publishing and Deby Adair.  This post was meant to go live four days ago, and I missed it (I have an excuse, but more on that some other time).

I’m hoping that late, in this case, is better than never.  With no further ado, I present Deby Adair.

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  A WRITER’S JOURNEY

(BY DEBY ADAIR)

During my ‘travels’ as a writer, as a follower of mythical marvels, a dreamer who shapes words, and a believer in making dreams come true, I have met unicorns.

I met them long ago, when I was a girl… a girl whom animals followed through the streets, who sat under shady trees and talked to the ethers, sending out her thoughts in happy, floating imaginings; who deliberately touched trees as she passed them and climbed rocky, red soiled and sun-struck hills, barefoot. A girl who cradled her pet chicken for hours at a time, stroking the red feathers and telling her things about the magical ministries of nature and fairies, which chickens must already know as they scratch in the yard and roll in the dirt after a day of dozing in the sun.

There was so much to understand and learn about places unseen – hidden places – places where beauty unraveled as naturally as a mountain stream, where waterfalls of galloping horses would masquerade as drops of water, vibrating with essences invisible to the mortal eye. Hanging fig trees with grand canopies hid the music-halls of fairies and, in the tumbling sun-slants of thick forest undergrowth, there walked elves and their consorts, stately beings with watchful eyes.

Humans played no part in these places; they were the scratch that soured the day; muttering and grumbling about the inconvenience of passing thunder storms, moaning about the things they needed or didn’t need, telling a small child what she could, and could not do.

But I knew something then which I lost for a while, and yet, in the blink of an eye, in later life, reclaimed.

I knew that if I closed my eyes and drifted with morning mists or walked barefoot in streams or on dew, if I held a cricket in my hand and listened to its chirp – all the time my eyes shut tight – then suddenly, when the moment chose, the whole world would entangle in a web of perfect silence and, in that moment, it would happen. A brush upon my brow or on my bare-skinned arm and the sigh of a gentle breath… the softest most intangible fleeting gossamer touch would send tingles up my spine. And I knew, I knew for certain, that I had felt the unicorn’s kiss.

‘What is that?’ you ask, almost believing me. Well, I will tell you this: A unicorn’s kiss is the brush of their forelock or mane upon those lucky humans still unsullied by the mortal world – a child of pure heart – and the merest sensation of their breath accompanies the stroke of their silken touch. Yet in the second that you open your eyes to catch a glimpse, there may only be one thing which, captive in your mortal shell, you may or may not hear – the swish of a step as they leave.

It’s rarer now. Even for the pure of heart, the earth is filled with noise and harsh battering. Fences patch the planet far and wide and trees and forests dwindle from man’s harsh hand, whilst the gentle spirits that care for them are fleeing, eradicated by terror from the human smell and touch.

However, there is still a unicorn forest. It is the last place that immortality reigns and can be shown to us in our frail human lifespan. But I cannot tell you where that is… for you must find it for yourself.

‘Be careful where you tread

On a misty winter’s night

For stories tell of things we dread

But they may not be right

Be careful where you tip-toe

On a morning kissed with spring

For you may see the unicorn

As she stops to breathe dew in

Be careful where you stand and sing

Should you do so near a mountain stream

For you may lose your heart my friend

To the mysteries of a dream…’ ©  ‘UnicornKisses’

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AUTHOR BIO

Deby Adair is an author, artist, graphic artist and equestrian. An avid follower of the mystical and mysterious, Deby Adair has always loved the purity and truth of unicorns and their archetypal majesty. A past professional equestrian, Deby loves all animals and champions animal rights, the environment and human rights. She believes we must take care of our natural world.

An avid reader all her life, Deby began writing stories, poetry and prose from a very young age, the WISH trilogy is based on many works of writing and art which she produced as a girl but later embellished and created into her three novels.

Writing this trilogy and creating a vast collection of wonderful, exciting art works has occupied her for many years now. We hope you enjoy her much loved books and wonderful artwork as much as Deby enjoyed creating them!

 

THE WISH TRILOGY

BOOK 1: WISH

From the mists of time there comes a long-lost tale of unicorns.

‘Wish – Dreams Beginning’, Book One of the Wish trilogy.

When a homeless girl called Rielle and her unusual dog Pud become hopelessly lost in a wild landscape, they find themselves in an untamed forest. Here they meet an enigmatic unicorn who charms Rielle with his cryptic ways. Soon Rielle and Pud find themselves locked into an adventure of soul-seeking, friendship, mystery and truth that is both disarming and sometimes sinister.

Meet unicorns as you’ve never thought of them before; ancient forests and unusual creatures. – Although classified for Children and Teens, this book is also receiving heartfelt reviews from adults.

BOOK 2: WISH AGAIN

As a timeworn legend comes to life, can the past be mended and the present put right?

‘Wish Again – Dreams Truth’, Book Two of the Wish trilogy.

Disarming, charismatic and thrilling, this book explores friendship, complex characters, trust and the ethereal beauty and archetypal power of unicorns such as you have never seen unicorns before.

Fast-paced, this book draws you from one chapter to the next in a series of unfolding scenes that send you hurling to its conclusion with bated breath.

Wish Again- Dreams Truth by Deby Adair has been nominated for the 2011 Aurealis Awards – Australia’s Premier Award for Speculative Fiction written by an Australian Citizen.

Although classified for Children and Teens, it is also receiving rave reviews from adults. Wish Again-Dreams Truth-Book Two of the WISH trilogy.

BOOK 3: THE THIRD WISH

An ancient feud and a race for power, who will have the final victory? And what of the unicorns… which destiny will they be keeping?

In this final book of the Wish trilogy – ‘The Third Wish-Dreams Honour’- the gripping destiny of Rielle and the company of complex characters that become inextricably bound in her adventure, is revealed.

In this powerful, touching and thought-provoking book, the destiny of each character unwinds to reveal how unicorns, humans and First Ones are bound in a quest of honour to an ancient truth.

To do The Third Wish-Dreams Honour full justice, it is best read after reading Book 1, Wish- Dreams Beginning and Book 2, Wish Again-Dreams Truth.

The Third Wish- Dreams Honour by Deby Adair has been nominated for the 2011 Aurealis Awards – Australia’s Premier Award for Speculative Fiction written by an Australian Citizen.

Although classified for Children and Teens, this is not just a children’s book and is also receiving rave reviews from adults. The Third Wish-Dreams Honour-Book Three of the WISH trilogy.

 

“THE WISH TRILOGY” BUY LINKS:

AMAZON:

WISH

WISH AGAIN

THE THIRD WISH

 

CREATESPACE

WISH

WISH AGAIN

THE THIRD WISH

 

DEBY ADAIR’S SOCIAL LINKS:

UNICORN KISSES SITE

GMTA AUTHOR PAGE

BENNY’S BLOG

BOOKS YOU LOVE

UNICORN KISSES FACEBOOK

GOODREADS

DEBY ADAIR FACEBOOK

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