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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. Dying for You
  3. Praise for Jenny Frame
  4. Bold Strokes Books Social Media
  5. Bold Strokes Books Newsletter
  6. By the Author
  7. Acknowledgments
  8. Dedication
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-one
  30. Epilogue
  31. About the Author
  32. Books Available From Bold Strokes Books
  33. BOLDSTROKESBOOKS.COM

Daisy put on her bright smiling face, and began, “Hi, monster hunters. We are lucky enough to be at the Beltane Fire Festival in Edinburgh. It’s April the thirtieth and a very important time of year on the Celtic calendar. It’s said that the veil between our world and the land of the gods, the dead, and the monsters is thin and allows them to visit our world.”

She turned around and indicated to the large crowds. “Adults and children all come to see this display, a reinterpretation of an ancient Iron Age Celtic festival. Beltane means bright fire, and the Celts would come together to celebrate the return of spring. It marked the turning of the wheel of the year, fertility, and hope.”

Daisy walked up close to the camera and beckoned their audience closer, then whispered, “And rumours are that the paranormal and monsters that we search for come out to play on Beltane night and mix unnoticed with the painted players and reenactors of this festival. Let me introduce you to some of the actors in this drama.”

“Cut,” Skye said. “Brill, Daisy. Perfect as usual. The actors will be here in a sec.”

Something made Daisy look around, and she caught a flash of blond hair, but then it was gone. Her heart beat faster, and her bite mark tingled.

Owen and Trista must have noticed because they came up to her, and Trista said, “Did you see something?”

Daisy felt something when she saw that flash of blond. Blond like the hair of her blood bond, Victorija.

“No, nothing. Just a loud bang of the drum.”

“Daisy, they’re here,” Skye shouted.

She looked and saw the entourages of the two main players coming towards them, dancing and singing. People covered in red or white body paint interacted with the crowd as they went.

“Okay, start filming, Skye.”

Zane brought the camera up closer, and Daisy began, “The red characters are creatures of chaos and misrule and represent the Horned God. The people in white dresses and white body paint are the court of the May Queen. Let’s follow them.”

The group followed the crowds and the procession down to a stage area. The May Queen, a woman in white with an elaborate headdress, got up on stage followed by a man in green body paint, the Horned God.

Daisy nodded to Zane to begin filming again. “The May Queen embodies purity, strength, and potential for growth. The Horned God sees the May Queen, and he realizes that to be with the woman he loves, he will need to undergo a huge change. He surrenders his life to her. Then the May Queen gives him life energy and brings about his new spring form, the Green Man. He represents the life that grows on earth. They cannot exist without each other.”