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The possibilies of this plot are endless. The Discovery plot is about a character's search to fine he's hre and why he's here, Remember times changes but people don't. Thus there will be elements that though seem to be different are the same
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Seducing the Chef - Allie Blakefield, editor of Good Eatin' wants to do a feature on Five Cuisines a restaurant across the river from NY City. Her father forbids the feature and won't say why. She's not one to sit back and be ruled by someone. She borrows a friend's apartment.
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Morning sun streamed through the wide windows of the lower floor office of Five Cuisines. Greg Ramsey typed the last item on the week’s menus. He checked the list of supplies needed and sent orders to the various venues. Monday mornings when the restaurant was closed had become his planning day.
He loaded
the heavy paper in the printer and began the process of producing the menus for
each of the five rooms. As the papers slid from the printer he heard a light
tapping at the door.
“Come
in.”
When his
mother entered he rose and lightly hugged her. “Your timing is perfect. Just
finished creating the menus for the week.”
Stella
Ramsey, tall, slender with a gray streak in her dark hair, kissed his cheek.
“How is my handsome son?”
“Pleased
with our success.” Six months ago they had opened the restaurant and they were
on their way toward becoming a profitable venture. For the past month there had
been few empty tables at either evening seating. Even on Wednesday and Thursday
they’d been solidly booked. The weekend brunches were gaining the attention of
people who came to browse in the antique shops and other unusual
stores in the Hudson River village.
He
reached for the letter that had arrived last week. The offer could make
or break his dream. He knew little about the magazine Good Eatin’ other than a
spread was eagerly sought by the nation’s restaurants. As his silent partner,
his mother had a voice in whether they should chance a bad review.
“What was
so important you asked me to cancel my lunch date?” She smiled. “Please tell me
you’ve found a weekend hostess.”
He shook
his head. “The job is yours until you say you’ve had enough.”
“Might be
soon.”
He arched
a brow. “Something serious happening in our life.”
She
laughed. “You’ll be the first to know. What about you? Have you met the woman
of your dreams and the one who will make me happy?”
“When do
I have time?”
“Make
time. Several of the sous chefs are young and attractive. Ask one of them out.”
He held
up a hand. “Not going there. They’re taken and I only poach eggs and a few
other foods.”
She sat
on the chair beside his desk. “So what’s the news you’re bursting to tell?”
He handed
her the letter. “This arrived the other day. The offer could be a sweet
opportunity”
As she
read he studied her face. Her expression changed like the weather. His mother’s
beauty always made him smile. He’d always wondered why she hadn’t married
again. Had she mourned her father for fifteen years? He recalled the nights
when he’d been awakened by their angry voices raised in accusations.
She
touched the silver streak in her dark hair. She scowled. “You will not let those people
near Five Cuisines. I won’t have them here.”
The venom in her voice surprised him. “Why not? I
hear a feature in Good Eatin’ will place us among the top restaurants in the
country.”
“I won’t let him use his magazine to destroy you
the way he ruined your father’s dreams.”
“What are you
talking about?”
“Peter
Blakely, editor of Good Eatin’ of the Good Magazine Group, deliberately used
his wife’s magazine to destroy Le Provencal.”
Greg rose and
went to her side. He’d been sixteen when the tragedy had occurred. His father’s
suicide had brought drastic changes in their lives. “Why would this Blakefield
do that?”
She stared at
her hands. “Your father told me his family and Peter’s had been at odds since
they arrived in this country during the colonial days. Your father and Peter
became rivals in high school. I met Peter in college. We fell in love and were
engaged but we had a fight. I broke the engagement. Peter wanted no part of my
parents’ restaurant. Victor heard about the break-up and comforted me. He went
to work for my parents and we were married. Peter was furious. He threatened to
destroy Victor. He waited for years until he found the right time and he
succeeded.”
“How?” Greg met
her gaze.
“He wrote
dreadful articles about the food and the ambience. Victor had made changes in
the décor and the menu. People stopped coming. The shame caused your father to
take his life. Victor had always been mercurial and volatile. When he drank
depression brought him low.”
“Do you have
copies of these articles?”
“Your father
wouldn’t let me read them. He burned them. Promise you won’t let these people
near Five Cuisines.”
Greg looked
away. Her comments disappointed him. Until he learned more about this feud he
would hold off sending a letter of regret. “Are you sure this is the right
decision?”
She looked away.
“Yes.”
There was more
to her story but he wouldn’t pry. He took the letter from her, folded the paper
and placed it with the envelope in the center drawer. “I’ll handle this later.
About the feud. Is there any reason for us to be involved?”
“Drop the idea
of a feature. Peter Blakefield doesn’t forgive or forget.” She rose and walked
to the door.
He had no idea
how to discover what had been said about his father of Le Provencal. He didn’t
want to slam the door on an opportunity. Maybe she would change her mind. He
shook his head. An ancient family rivalry. How medieval.
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BLURB:
Two sets of halfling twins, Ashlea, Brandien, Jaydren and Kylandra sent away from their home by their parents to protect them from trouble, search for mentors to teach them how to use their affinities. Each of these young teens has an affinity for one of the elements. Ash for Air, Bran for Water, Jay for Earth and Ky for Fire. During the escape, they face many problems forcing them to use their affinities by trial and error. They also meet Alizand, the son of the ruling prince of Wesren. Zand has an affinity for Fire and this will keep him from gaining the rule. Dom Senet, an advisor to his father, and once a friend of the quartet’s parents suspects Zand’s affinity. He wishes to corrupt the teen and use him to gain control of the four princedoms of the land and of the highlands. The evil dom has all four affinities. The four must reach a secret place and find teachers before the evil man discovers them
Doma Calanda rose. “Ashlea, to you is the mastery of Air. The flute and
this stone are yours.” Over Ash’s head, the Doma slipped a silver chain with a
crystal so clear it seemed nearly invisible. “To you the things of the mind,
the reading of thoughts carried in the air, the knowing of aromas, the calling
of the wind, music to stir the air into patterns to influence others and to
open hidden doors.”
Dom Jonden stood behind Bran. “Brandien, to you is the mastery of Water.
The scrying cup and this crystal are yours.” He fastened a blue-white chain
holding a clear blue stone around Bran’s neck. “To you are matters of the
heart, the reading of emotions and the balancing of fluids within and without.
In the scrying cup, you will see images of what occurs in the land. Potions
brewed in the cup will gain strength. To you, the ability to balance unstable
minds and bodies, to take and feel the emotions of others. You will be able to
find sweet water, no matter how deep.”
The Doma moved to Jay. “Jaydren, to you is the mastery of Earth. The
staff of living wood and this crystal are yours.” A green stone dangled on a
gold chain. “From beneath the earth and above, you will know when things are
right. To you, the feeding of men’s bodies. With the staff, you can enhance the
growth of all plants. You can unearth the riches of the earth. Stone, metal,
crystals are yours to use for the wellbeing of others.”
The Dom placed a crystal on a red-gold chain around Ky’s neck. “Kylandra,
to you is the mastery of fire. The flame sword is yours to bear. Fire is light
and light brings courage. You are action and will know how to fire the spirits
of others. You will mesh with all manner of beasts. Fire brings both life and
death. This sword can be used for war or for peace. To have one, you must face
the other.”
“Now, children, the time grows short,” Doma Calanda said.
Ash watched her parents’ faces change from Dom and Doma to the visages of
the ones who had loved and raised her and her siblings. Grief showed in their
eyes and subtly altered their scents.
A cup appeared in her mother’s hands. “Come, share this cup. Then you
must go.”
“Mama, Papa, come with us,” Ky cried.
Dom Jonden held Ky in his arms. “The henge will fall. Your mother and I
must remain to see the ending causes as little harm as possible to the land and
the people.”
Ash drank from the cup. Warmth infused her. She kissed her mother’s cheek
and was enfolded for a moment.
“Be brave. Be wary. Trust not the ones whose thoughts are completely
shielded. Trust the crystals for should you meet those who mean you harm, the
stones will grow warm against your skin.”
She left her mother and went to her father. He kissed her forehead. “Go.
Know you are loved now and forever. Make haste on your journey through the
passage for we don’t know how long we can hold.”
Ash donned her cloak, took a bundle of torches, a packet of journey food
and a flask of water from one of the shelves. She lifted her flute and played
the notes her mother had taught her. The wall of stone at the rear of the
chamber parted. The torch she’d freed from the bundle flared. Though she wanted
to remain, at the head of her siblings, Ash stepped into the darkness.
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Like all plots, the Sacrifice one has three levels to develop. During the first phase the character who is to sacrifice is introduced and shwon to the readers. Both good points and bad points are show, As his or her character are developed, motivations must be found and explored. There are reasons to be shown to the reader and help to define the character and the sacrifice. The price of the sacrifice is always high. After all, self-preservation is important to most everyone. That's what has to give. Then comes the sacrifice. How does this effect your character/ How do the other characters react to the sacrifice? Also consider if the sacrifice has done what it was meant to be. Don't make the character who has sacrificed into a saint. The reasons aren't all good.
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Meander 1 - Reading - Reading more slowly these days since I'm going to bed earlier. I'll be back to full energy soon. Reading Helen Henderson's latest. Now there are two dragons and one woman who can become a dragon. Seems one dragon is the villain. The way people react when they see a dragon even when it's helping makes me wonder how things were years ago. There are two love affairs happening and one with a heroine who is a healer still needing to be trained, Interesting interactions between people, especially one at least was considered a bad guy but turns out to have changed.
Meander 2 - Thoughts. I'm thinking of writing a letter to the editor. For several years my memories have been blasted into the past. I'll be 88 this summer. Seventy years after my eighteenth birthday, I became a student nurse, My first patients made me realize how unfair the world was to women. One was about 30and had eleven children. One was maybe fifteen and had been sexually molested by her grandfather for years. The reason they were patients were they were dying because one tried to abort herself and the other had an illegal abortion. The things I remember the most was the silence in the room and the odor that made me gag. I also remember the doctor answer my question. "Couldn't we do something?" He nodded. "We could." "Why not?" "I would be in jail. Abortions are illegal." He also told me that desperate women would find ways legal or not to abort children. When Roe vs Wade passed, the nagging memories receeded. They were awakened when the Supreme Court undid that great happening for women and has grown worse since the Arizona decision. May god have pity on the souls of the men who want to see women in chains and to know that no matter how conceived their seed will grow to do the same thing to other women.
Meander 3 - Recieved the cover to my next book which is in the rough draft. Must get buys with the tyoping on the last fantasy and see what i can do with it.
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