So busied am I this year, more so than a blustery bee on a wind flustered flock of flowers fancily tall.
Surrendering to the faculties for fulfilling novelistic needs, I have decided to flesh out a more detailed manuscript for Mazarine Dreamer and it is to accompany me as an inspiration piece in the penning through of a bulk of Zia’s Gypzies. I invest great faith in the institutions of diligence and enthusiasm that the summer of 2016 can be the completion season for the two novels. I have never worked on two books simultaneously, so this ought to be a writing block, a great chunk of time that is, to remember appreciatively because attaining it is such a rarity.
In Mazarine Dreamer Flavia Mavaret migrates with colorful vim between her adventurous past life in the Renaissance and her increasingly complicated routines as a working psychologist in overseas Spelthorne, newest residence since departure from New England. Restaining the starlet in crimson sin, love entanglements five hundred years ago pastly proscribed are resurrected by a heavenly intervener for the benefit of the reincarnated Flavia, Netius, and Lero to relive, separating them from their familial ties and understandings of everything they once valued in their present day lives.
Compelled to solve the mystery of the Pastello Castle and its missing bell tower, Flavia risks great peril for herself and the men connected to her in many hearty efforts to overcome the obstacles against progress set up by the castle keepers and clergical opponents who do not want the truth revealed about the castle’s unfinished architecture, the project abandoned by command of divine authority. Everyone in the city of Spelthorn knows from the news runs that the original owner of the castle went mad and that his gift to the church remains a curse that stirs menacing controversy for the clergy lurching still inside it. If it can be cured, then the haunted ground shall be relieved of every terror it brings to those seeking religious purification. Increasing the capacity to see through and pull back the curtains of human deceit enables Flavia to discover the power inside herself to make decisions regarding salvation as it pertains to freeing her from ties in a Renaissance past.
I may give this book a special place outside of the Gia Bella name, depending on the height of the sun on the day of its completion hour. A calling to step out of bounds emanates more loudly by the increase in wonder for what another name can do.
Zia's Gypzies makes a luminary hope out of a darkly stigmatic lady. Defying ancient prophecy and remaking her image anew, Zia Zagara, exemplifies how the black swan of a clan can transform into its leader when she is the sole aspiration available for defeating the dark forces of persecution threatening the clan's existence.
Notorious for vigilance and inciting fear, the mysterial gypzies of Victorian Venice find themselves blamed by local authorities for the brash outbreak of miscreant crimes including arsenic, looting, murders, and outlandishly enough, the release of malicious spirits on city grounds alongside manipulation of dark magic to reduce five children into a spellbound state of permanent sleep. Zia Zagara arises from the aftermath with a dual purpose; that being to unite the falsely accused and deliver them to protection while simultaneously appeasing the angry new Doge bent on their destruction. Uptaking the iron fist ruling style from Venice’s past, he demands results that can end the chaos of the criminals and utmost of all, he wants to see their demise capitalized on by his selectees able to capture them and prove their gypzy descent.
As a phantazm medium, Zia’s state of awareness is constantly shifted between reality, the material world that we know, and the Chasm of Phantazm, a ghostly alternate dimension that she can walk into and interact there with the spirits in residence. Inside that dreamy dimension even more mischief manifests, set to scenes of dark and light ephemeral phantasm fantasy. A playing field all its own, the chasm’s ghostly version of Venice is stocked with both friends and adversaries to Zia’s quest, and all of them are equally eager to observe over the mishaps in riddled Venice in hopes of altering them.
When the winds cease in their blowing and the sweet flowers rest, I too, like the blustery bee by then fatigued, shall take to being less busy, entering a hiatus from writing literature so lengthy in words as a novel so that some new paintings can be created in exchange.
Thanks for seeing and reading!