The Wet Misadventures Of One Miss Tempani Jones : Episode 2

Tempani sat exhaustedly at her desk. She’d already had quite the day and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

The orgasms (and they are certainly orgasms…plural) that Tempani experiences are quite intense. Waves of pleasure flow through her, every fibre in her body alive to the heightened state of arousal.

They are not the sort of orgasm one has where they can simply go ‘that was nice’ before popping off to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

These orgasms exhaust Tempani and as she stared out of her office window at the rain she questioned whether she would have the strength to make it back home.

Despite her post-orgasmic fatigue she had coped remarkably well at the very important meeting. Indeed, the very important client and his entourage seemed pleasantly transfixed as Tempani delivered here presentation with professional aplomb.

The only time she slightly hesitated was when a raindrop still clinging to her damp hair fell. Like a horny harbinger of ecstasy it spied Tempani’s bare hand resting on the large glass conference room table.

This dirty little drop only had only one goal in mind. It could see Tempani’s finger just waiting. Were the lines in the knuckle smiling at it? Teasing it to descend faster, to fulfil its deviant destiny by sensually splashing down on to that smooth skin and bringing with it the mother of all climaxes.

Yet despite what promise this singular speck of satisfaction held it would fail in its true purpose. With Tempani’s skin in sight and pleasure only moments away she moved her hand to gesture at the screen. The raindrop splashed inconsequentially on the glass table.

Tempani turned to glance at the raindrop that lay lifeless on the table, it’s promise of pleasure unfulfilled. It was at that moment her brain decided to add some unhelpful commentary;

“Cor! Imagine what would have happened if that had hit you? Best of luck trying to show exponential growth in a line graph while having a full on orgasm”

This momentarily caused Tempani to lose her focus but she was able to regain her composure and complete the very important meeting without incident or interruption from any more perverted little raindrops.

When the meeting was over she exchanged final pleasantries with the very important client and returned to her office. Following a brief discussion with her assistant where she asked if she wouldn’t mind popping out and buying an umbrella and a new pair of tights, Tempani closed the door and collapsed in her chair thoroughly exhausted.

The company that Tempani worked for occupied the fifth floor of a modern building in Central London. The abundance of glass meant the architect was not a big fan of privacy and any passengers travelling on the train track that ran adjacent to the building would have a clear view of her.

She would often stare out across the impressive London skyline, it helped her focus but on this day her view was distorted by the rain that lashed against the glass.

The rain was heavy and the way it hit the window made Tempani believe that it was trying to break the glass to get to her. The sound of the rain splashing against the glass seemed to hiss ‘We are not finished with you’.

She moved closer to the window and stared at the droplets that formed on the glass with impatient haste. It was probably her exhaustion but Tempani thought the rain reacted to her. The rain found its journey blocked by a transparent obstacle it slipped and slithered across the pane desperate to reach her. Deciding that strength lay in numbers it grouped together forming a larger stream. Tempani dreamily traced their futile attempt with her finger.

She would write about the events of that morning when she got home in her ‘Rain Journal’. It was a book that Tempani had started when she first realised about this condition. The hope behind the journal was that it would provide some answers as to what was happening. Yet over ten years of entries and it was nothing more than an anthology of questions, frustrations and awkward encounters.

Her gift/curse/affliction (Tempani would delete as applicable depending on her mood) first revealed itself shortly after puberty. An unexpected downpour during a hockey game led to a thoroughly embarrassed Tempani, numerous raised eyebrows from her class mates and the strong suggestion to her parents from the ex-Nun head teacher that they should consider an exorcism.

Several other incidents are recorded in this journal before a two page acceptance that the rain does in fact cause orgasms (the word orgasm is underlined and highlighted).

What follows are a number of experiments and theories, some of which have proven to be useful. Perhaps the most notable is that it is just rain that causes this reaction and not water. Baths, showers, swimming pools have no sensual impact upon Tempani at all. However, a record of a day trip to Clacton-On-Sea establishes that the sea is very much a no go area. Tempani then spends a number of unnecessary pages theorising whether this means rivers as well and when she might end up in a river, concluding that this probably applies to lakes also and repeating the process.

In amongst the reminders of rain induced orgasms are pages entitled ‘Practical Tips’. Here Tempani bullets points in a variety of different coloured felt tips steps she could take to mitigate the consequence of coming into contact with rain.

Page 7 for instance is the reason why if you asked anyone who went to her school ‘Do you remember Tempani Jones?’ they would reply without hesitation ‘Oh you mean the girl who came to school wearing a poncho carrying an umbrella’.

A melancholic theme of this journal is the bleak look that a young Tempani has on living with this bizarre gift. An attractive and previously outgoing, happy-go-lucky girl slowly becomes more recluse. It is, should you require a reference, on Page 12 of her journal where she happens upon a semi-permanent solution to her troubles – Not go out.

Whilst she reluctantly accepts that her education requires leaving the house she justifies limiting social interaction with a graph, the accuracy of which may be suspect but one can at least admire the pretty colours she chose to use.

Effectively withdrawing from society has its consequence that Tempani painfully reflects upon. Her parents, still reeling from their daughter’s very public sexual awakening, may have been happy she was not sneaking off to see boys but very disappointed she would feign illness to escape a picnic arranged for Aunt Margaret’s 80th birthday.

Whilst she still maintained a core group of friends she had little desire to extend it, her theory was the less people she interacted with the less chance of witnesses of any storm based sauciness. However, even her closest friends would not often invite her to places citing the reason that they didn’t think she’d want to come, it nonetheless frustrated Tempani that she was deprived the opportunity to say no.

Withdrawn and isolated Tempani found the only suitable distraction was her education and with very little distraction she thrived. University beckoned and with it a set of new challenges.

The move from teenager to womanhood is marked in the journal with a declaration that she must live a normal life. It is a mission statement to herself that she would not hide away any longer. Despite this new found resolve she still maintained some of the usual precautions – avoiding large groups and where possible outdoor activities.

Her commitment to leading a more normal life extended to no longer resisting the advances of those who found her attractive. At school she had dismissed any possibility of having a boyfriend finding the notion to be ridiculous (with or without her affliction) but she could not deny her curiosity and desire to indulge ‘in that sort of thing’ (this is also highlighted and underlined).

Her first experience was with Tom after one boozy night at a local pub. His wish of how he wanted to end that evening was made clear before Tempani had even ordered her first rum and Coke. After a number of drinks they ended back in his room for an evening that Tempani would describe in her journal as ‘absolutely fucking terrible’.

To be fair it would be wrong to simply lay all blame at Tom’s drunken fumblings because as Tempani recognised this disappointing liaison led to a scientific discovery – Only the rain could arouse her.

Masturbation was something that Tempani never really considered doing. Why would she? Why put all that effort in if you could simply stick your head out the window and let the rain give you a mind blowing orgasm.

Despite all her ‘experiments’ Tempani had never tried out manual stimulation. Had she done so she would have quickly realised she felt no arousal whatsoever. Instead, this discovery was left to Tom.

Admittedly his technique of prodding at her like he was entering his PIN number at a cash point was not the most masterful way of doing it but it really wouldn’t have mattered. Tempani could feel nothing. She just lay there trying her best to encourage the increasingly frustrated Tom.

However no amount of rubbing would produce any sign of arousal and the faux deep breathing Tempina did to give the impression she was sexually excited started to make her seem like she was asthmatic.

“What’s a matter with you?” Tom said, the alcohol doing little to help control his emotions.

Tempani abruptly stopped that line of questioning by giving Tom a lack lustre handjob resulting in him unemotionally depositing himself over her belly. At least Tempani could put ‘Semen’ on her list of wet things that don’t cause orgasms.

After this non event Tempani spent perhaps too much time trying to make herself manually have an orgasm. Despite her technique being far more refined than Tom’s the result was the same – nothing, not the slightest hint of arousal.

She even tried sex toys but this just resulted in a one page, double sided rant in her journal that she was fifty pounds down and wasted loads of batteries.

Tempani later theorised that perhaps she was cured but the unfortunate consequence of that cure was that all sexual desire had been removed from her. Although she was only twenty she already felt she had a lifetime of orgasms and probably could live with that.

Her awkward experience with Tom happened as England entered a long spell of dry weather and the glorious sun matched her equally glorious mood. She felt free of this curse and threw herself fully back into life by attending many social events.

It was at an outdoor music festival (a previous no go event for Tempani) that she met Ethan. Their relationship blossomed slowly and whilst there was clear sexual chemistry between them Tempani was in no rush to take things to the next level.

No longer concerned with rain the journal entries changed to her theories on how she could possibly keep a man when he would not be able to sexually please her.

She mused on the possibility that a mix of blowjobs, handjobs and any other jobs she could think of would keep them more than satisfied but the problem would arise when they wished to reciprocate. Even the best lover in the world would not be able to make Tempani the slightest bit aroused and guys seem to take that personally.

Within the journal is a whole essay on the possibility of a platonic relationship. They certainly exist and Tempani was in no doubt that there were plenty of couples enjoying such companionship.

What she didn’t know is how does a relationship become platonic. Even at a young age she knew guys do not approach you in bars and say ‘Fancy coming back to my place for a nice platonic relationship’. How do you even raise it? When is it socially acceptable?

“Darling I just want you to know I am going to suck your cock but other than that our relationship is strictly platonic’.

Despite her insecure scribblings Tempani very much enjoyed the company of Ethan and they began to spend quite a lot of time together. Heavy petting on the sofa would not lead to anything more intimate than awkward silence. Ethan masking his erection wondering how to get her in the bedroom and Tempani wondering if now is the right time to say ‘Hey let’s go platonic’.

Despite the awkwardness they continued to see each other even indulging in such pursuits as jogs around the local park (something that Tempani would have normally avoided and not just because of the rain).

During these jogs there would be impromptu races which would lead to flirtatious attempts to trip each other up. As they lined up to start their next race Tempani kissed Ethan on the cheek and said ‘Catch me if you can.’ They both laughed as he chased her round the park, Tempani took a hard right into the wooded area where Ethan found her resting against a tree.

“You caught me” she said, smiling but clearly out of breath.

“What’s my prize?” Ethan replied advancing towards her.

“Come here and I’ll show you”.

Ethan approached Tempani, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her in close as they started to kiss. Above them storm clouds were forming and light drizzle fell hesitantly from the sky.

The leaves of the tree protected them from rainfall but the hissing sound it made alerted Tempani to its presence.

She looked up at the dark clouds that menacingly filled the sky. Normally she would be feeling a sense of panic at this sight, desperately looking to escape the rain or at the very least find somewhere to privately submit to the pleasure it would bring.

But now she was cured. She had no fear. As Ethan nuzzled at the nape of her neck she smirked at the clouds , a teasing smile to entice a jealous reaction from an ex-lover.

The clouds did react throwing down more rain at the kissing couple, ensuring this time it was harder so the weak barrier of leaves would provide no protection.

Drops landed on Tempani as she nibbled on Ethan’s earlobe. As the rain trickled down her cheek she began to experience something she thought lost forever. Within moments her body began to tingle, her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became shallow.

Tempani pulled Ethan into her, his arousal could be felt poking through his shorts. She grabbed his hand and put in between her legs, the dampness already seeping through her jogging bottoms.

She gripped the band of his shorts and tugged them down releasing his cock which she took in her hand and began to stroke.

“Fucking Hell Temps!” he moaned as he slightly pulled away to look at her.

She stared back at him. Tempani could feel the orgasm beginning to build, it was only a matter of time before she would be experiencing the full force. Drunk with arousal she had the presence of mind to bring Ethan along for this wild ride.

The reality, of course, was she didn’t need him. Nothing he would be doing aided her arousal, the rain had that totally covered.

Pulling down her jogging bottoms while Ethan hastily struggled with putting a condom on she purred impatiently ‘Hurry up and fuck me!’

Tempani did all she could to delay this inevitable orgasm. Ethan had to be inside when it happened otherwise she’d be experiencing the same sexual awkwardness as she did with Tom, albeit at the opposite end of the spectrum.

Tempani stifled a moan of pleasure, keeping it at the back of her throat which she only released as Ethan’s cock slid inside with ease.

Once he had entered her Tempani fully submitted to the pleasure that only the rain could provide. Pressed against the tree she wildly bucked and slammed down on Ethan’s hard cock.

Any intention for Ethan to be involved in this orgasm disappeared, Tempani was lost in the throes of it so much so that Ethan could have quite simply ejaculated followed by doing a few laps of the park and Tempani would not have even known he had gone.

When she later reflected on this liaison in her journal she would be unable to recall whether she felt Ethan’s cock inside her. She would remember from holding it in her hand that it was thick and certainly above average size but whatever it was doing as she welcomed wave after wave of blissful pleasure you would have to ask Ethan.

To be fair Tempani would make a particular point of complimenting Ethan on his athletic prowess. With her fingernails dug firmly in his shoulders and convulsing wildly in his manly grip, she was impressed he managed to stay standing throughout.

At some point when there was a small respite before the rain demanded another orgasm from Tempani, she heard Ethan moan, his buttocks thrust wildly before he nuzzled into her. She presumed this was his orgasm but any weakening of his grip was met by Tempani tightening hers. She hooked her legs round his, gripped his neck and welcomed yet another orgasm.

You see, as Tempani recognised at Page 52 of her journal, the rain controls her pleasure. It decides when it is enough and often it’s desire to cause Tempani pleasure was insatiable.

The final climatic wave dripped through her body, turning every nerve into pressure points of pleasure. Perhaps Ethan was of some use after all, she could feel his fingers on her side that caused her to roar out the final orgasm. Exhausted and spent she gently lowered herself down and rested wearily against the tree.

Despite her lack of concern throughout for Ethan he seemed to have enjoyed this unexpected frolic in the forest as he addressed his assessment to the exhausted Tempani

“Oh wow! Fuck! Wow! What the fuck just happened. Wow!”

Whilst Tempani would have loved to indulge in a debrief with Ethan she needed to get out of the rain and get dry. Another thing she had learned about the rain is she only has a post-orgasm immunity for a short period (Page 13 of the Journal – The Didn’t Towel Dry Your Hair Properly Incident)

“Let’s go” she said smiling before running back to the car as best she could with weak legs so she could get dry.

Tempani knew that after this any suggestion of a platonic relationship was off the table. Throughout her journal she would often reflect on the lessons learned with this liaison.

The first lesson was she could have a sexual relationship with a partner, it just needed to be raining when she did. What follows in the journal are a number of prints out showing the average rainfall in England as well as certain specific cities.

On average it rains 156 days and Tempani reckoned that was more than enough sex per year to keep anyone happy.

A flaw in this plan was that it never rained at a suitable frequency to make this viable. Firstly it can often rain for a full week and she did not know if her body could cope with a week’s worth of the orgasms that the rain provided.

Secondly, England had experienced more lengthier periods of dry weather. Often weather presenters would be eager to reveal a month being the driest ever on record. Whilst this suited Tempani’s health and prevented her just becoming a mess of liquid on the floor it was not great for sustaining a relationship.

For example, the storm that brought such a passionate encounter between Tempani and Ethan was a brief interlude before England was once again basked in hot dry weather.

One can forgive Ethan for wanting to experience as soon as possible what he did in those woods and Tempani could only keep him at bay for so long before a frost formed over their relationship.

This caused Tempani to revert back to the beginning of her journal and opting for a life of withdrawal and isolation.

Tempani often mused in her journal about Ethan and others. Wondering what their sex life is like with others. She questioned whether she is being fair to them. After all, a woman having wild multiple orgasms on their cock may give them a sense of achievement they have not strictly earned.

She imagined Ethan sitting on the edge of the bed, head in hands after some unsatisfying love making

“Seriously love it must be you cos I once had this girl literally explode on my cock”

Yet despite these misgivings Ethan would not be the last to experience Tempani’s rain induced sex sessions. Each one recorded for posterity in her journal with the conclusion ‘I never learn my lesson.’

Tempani broke her hypnotic gaze at the rain that still relentlessly tried to pursue her through the glass. She turned to her desk where her phone was vibrating. She picked it up and saw that Danny had messaged her.

Danny was the latest to show Tempani some affection. They had met a few months earlier at a rather dull conference she was forced to attend. She regretted that the conference took place on a particularly sunny day because a wet session with Danny would have livened things up. Nevertheless they stayed in contact and had been out for some perfectly platonic dates.

Fancy going out tonight the message read.

Tempani looked back out of the window at the storm clouds that showed no sign of relenting. She scrolled through the many Weather apps she had installed which confirmed rain was forecast all night.

Absolutely!!! She replied.

Some time later Tempani Jones would write in her journal that she never learns her lesson.

Cocky, Animal Doctor Guy- The Cockhead Bros – A Preview

This is an EXCLUSIVE Preview of the first book in a forthcoming series THE COCKHEAD BROS


Lorenzo ‘Cocky’ Cockhead stared intensely into the mirror. His piercing blue eyes studied his gorgeous reflection.

He was handsome. Staggeringly handsome. Square jawed, defined cheekbones, all framed with some designer stubble.

Lorenzo was so staggeringly attractive, his eyes so dreamy that those who saw him did not immediately notice his one slight imperfection.

In the middle of his forehead was a perfectly formed penis.

He closed his eyes as the memories of all the teasing he had to endure came flooding back.

His peers at school would chant ‘Cockhead….Cockhead….Cockhead’. It didn’t help that this was actually his surname. The confusion he felt as a child was immense; he didn’t know whether the kids were mocking his affliction or simply trying to get his attention.

They had nicknamed him ‘Cocky’ but through his determination and resolve to not let his affliction define him, he chose to own that name.

The name Cocky’ would forever be his. Sure others would throw that name around willy nilly (and even cocky wocky ) but he would make it his…forever.

Lorenzo would not allow the fact that his penis was on his head to hold him back.

He worked hard , kept his head down (literally) and became the best Animal Doctor Guy the small town of Los Pubis had ever seen.

“The patient is prepped”

Lorenzo was interrupted by Tiffany, his assistant. He spied her in the reflection. She was beautiful and Lorenzo took the opportunity to eye her up shapely legs.

She wore a short skirt and heels, totally inappropriate attire to perform animal surgery, but he didn’t care, he liked it.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Tiffany’s heels clip clopping on the tiled floor as she made her way to the operating room.

This was going to be a difficult operation. Lorenzo was about to perform surgery on a depressed Alpaca with a speech impediment who thought it was a bear.

The owner of the Alpaca was Lydia Lunaricious. She was the wife of the CEO of the largest company in Los Pubis. She also happened to be the most beautiful woman ever.

Lorenzo knew if he performed this surgery well and brought her beloved Alpaca back to health then she would have sex with him.

Sure technically Lorenzo was just doing the job he was being amply paid to do but he had seen the way she had looked at him.

The way she had cocked her head to one side and stared into his deep, dreamy blue eyes.

The penis on his head had even twitched with anticipation, brushing the curl,that wistfully fell onto his forehead, aside.

“Can you save Cocky?” She asked

“How did you know my nickname” Lorenzo asked, suddenly conscious of the penis on his forehead.

“My Alpaca is called Cocky. I love him so much. He’s like one of the family”

Lorenzo smiled, he was the greatest animal doctor guy that Los Pubis had produced.

“Of course Cocky will save Cocky” he smiled displaying a row of perfect white teeth “I’m the best.”

Lydia smiled back “Just don’t get cocky”

“Don’t get Cocky, your Alpaca?” Lorenzo asked curiously.

“No” she replied “Don’t get cocky about saving Cocky, Cocky”

He placed his manly hand on her dainty sexy woman shoulder and said “Cocky will not be cocky. Your Cocky will be fine”

He saw tears in her eyes and she leaned over to kiss him. The protrusion on his forehead twitched as he felt her soft lips on his skin.

“You know” Lorenzo said “In Animal Doctor Guy School it is good luck to give the surgeon a kiss on the forehead before surgery.”

“Oh Cocky” Lydia swooned

“Which one?”

“This one” she replied leaning in to kiss his forehead.


The Unerotica Of Selina IX : A Song Of Tyler & Bryce – Part Nine

“Why are you surprised?”

The final Snoflakian dove reached the D’Annimos. Strangely, they were not expecting such an invitation which was surprising given they are all about prophecy.

Nevertheless,with all the invitations sent, thoughts inevitably turned to the peace summit itself.

How would the families all react to the suggestion of peace? This ideal of living together in harmony, to work together for the prosperity of all inhabitants of Earthykinda. To create a world not defined by war and suffering but of understanding and respect.

Well, from what Bryce could work out they were all planning to use the Peace Summit to kill one another.

The Toonidunzas had a very straightforward plan – have sex with them, kill them, eat them and not necessarily always in that order.

The D’Annimos were just going to poison everyone and given that they are all prophetic they probably had an idea whether their plan was going to work or not.

The Bursteads were a little more devious and planned to rule the kingdoms not by obvious force but by stealth.

Their intention was to suggest that the families are united by marriage. With everyone effectively related there would be peace.

Bryce was unsure if this was a master stroke of diplomacy or if this was more to do with their preference for suitors. If everyone is technically related maybe nobody will care what the brother and sister got up to.

In any event, once married the intention was to kill everyone else anyway.

Despite calling for the Peace Summit the Snoflakians had a similar plan, although it was a little more subtle.

Like the Bursteads they wanted the families united by marriage but such a union would not immediately end in death.

The Snoflakians would use the weaknesses of their enemies to manipulate their strengths. They wanted peace but it had to be on their terms.

If the others refused to be compliant then that is when they would die. It was quite clear that even peace loving Snoflakians could be like a cunning Burstead when they had to.

Clearly, everyone had an ulterior motive for wishing to attend the peace summit.

Bryce left the world of Earthykinda to concentrate on some developments in her own life. She too was dealing with an unexpected invitation.

“Why are you surprised? You are my girlfriend after all”

Bryce blushed and lowered her head. She loved hearing Tyler refer to her as ‘his girlfriend’.

They had been dating for sometime but this invitation to the wedding would be the first time he would introduce her to his family and close friends…..and she’d be introduced as his girlfriend!

“It’s in a Hotel, so I thought we can stay there the evening. You know, so we could both have a drink”

“Separate rooms?” Bryce enquired.

“Well a lot of guests are staying” Tyler replied, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck “So….I could only get one room”

Bryce just nodded. It was understandable that it would be difficult as well as expensive to get two rooms. It was a long drive to the Hotel and neither of them would want to make that trip home late at night.

Yet in the back of her mind something troubled Bryce. Was Tyler expecting sex? That the potent cocktail of wedding romance and alcohol would be enough for Bryce to willingly give up her virginity?

Maybe Bryce would be happy to do so. That seeing how proudly he introduced her to his family would be confirmation that he is her one true love.

But what if she didn’t feel that way? Should she just agree to any sexual request, if nothing more out of gratitude for a lovely evening?

Of course Tyler may not be expecting that at all. His reasons may be genuine and honourable; he most likely would offer to sleep on the floor.

Bryce cursed herself for even thinking that Tyler may have less than gentlemanly intentions.

After all, not all invitations have an ulterior motive.

A Song Of Bryce & Tyler : Part Eight

“They ate the dove!”

This was how the Toonidunzas responded to the invitation to attend the Snoflakian peace summit.

The Chief Dunza, although sometimes it was difficult to know who’s the boss, had grabbed the dove and bit the bird’s head off.

The decapitated carcass was then sent back. As an RSVP it did seem rather passive aggressive; a bit like if someone returns a wedding invitation and under Dietary Requirements had written ‘Don’t think much of the menu choices’.

Bryce sighed. If answers to her dilemma with Tyler were to be found in this book she doubted the Toonidunzas would provide much help.

They were Barbarians and treated everyone with a distinct lack of respect. From what Bryce could work out they’d either kill you or have sex with you, sometimes both.

Tyler was not like that, he was respectful, kind but his primal urges were becoming apparent.

The passion in his kiss had increased. The build up of intensity all designed to finally reach that next stage of their relationship.

If Bryce was reading too much into how he kissed then she could feel his intention quite prominently rubbing against her.

Bryce was certainly not an unwilling participant in this show of passion. But when they reached that pivotal moment a flash of doubt would echo through her mind;

Is he my one true love?

This would be enough for the moment to be gone for Bryce. Whilst Tyler was still very much in that moment, Bryce was planning her exit strategy. Inevitably, it would lead them to sitting on the sofa in awkward silence.

Occasionally, Tyler would break that silence by saying that Bryce was ‘a tease’. He would punctuate that with a laugh so as not to cause offence. However, often he would sit quietly, waiting for his urges to rescind.

The Toonidunzas had no such problems. They simply acted instinctively on their urges. They took what they wanted. Within the Dunza camp there was a harem where the women who lived there had one simple role – to service the most basic of instincts for these warrior men.

The Author spent little time in exploring how these women may feel about this arrangement. The point of view was always from the Dunza Warrior. They didn’t seem to care at all and would have sex if they were happy or mad or sad or even if they just fancied sex.

From what Bryce could work out there was a hierarchy within the harem. As in any clan there were those who were more desirable than others. Indeed to have the Chief Dunza choose you was an indication of status.

Perhaps the Dunzas were not so removed from real life. There were men and women who were deemed more desirable than others; magazines are always creating lists of them. The hierarchy for all to see in glossy print.

Tyler was certainly desirable. He was devilishly handsome, athletic and if the local paper did a list of Most Desirable Guys, he would certainly be at the top.

Such desirability did not go unnoticed by others. Bryce saw how other women look at him. They way they would swoon if he happened to flash them a smile or even simply walk past.

He could have them if he wanted. But he had chosen Bryce. Yet, during those moments in the deafening quiet, where she had once again thwarted his attempts to indulge his urge, she saw he was disappointed.

She could tell by the look in his eyes that was he confused. His mind racing with whether the problem was with him or with her. The mere fact he’d be thinking there was a problem troubled Bryce. Those thoughts would only grow until , like a behemoth, it swallowed them whole and spat out whatever remained of their relationship.

It would be an ironic twist that she could lose her one true love for fear that he wasn’t her one true love.

Tyler had been patient, she loved that about him but she was acutely aware that such a precious commodity can wear thin.

And when it is gone, what next? The Toonidunzas had no patience. When they wanted something they took it.

If Tyler was a Dunza he would have taken her by now. Alternatively, there would be plenty of other women who are available to indulge those primal urges.

Amongst the doves and ravens, Bryce could sense those other women circling like vultures ready to feast on the dying carcass of her relationship with Tyler.

A Song Of Bryce & Tyler : Part Seven

“What the?!?”

Bryce instinctively tossed her tablet onto the cushion next to her. She was confused.

The story had followed the doves on their journey to deliver the invitation from the Snoflakians to attend the peace summit.

The first dove arrived at the Burstead castle. There, from this majestic bird’s point of view, the author described in quite explicit detail a couple having a sex. It was Ullter and Compleat.

Bryce immediately scrolled back through the previous chapters. She was certain that Ullter and Compleat Burstead were definitely brother and sister. Yet they were having sex!

Why? Had the author forgotten they were related? It was quite a lengthy book, perhaps halfway through he decided they would make a great couple and forgot that earlier on said they were related.

No, that can’t be right. This author had a reputation for meticulously planning his stories and Bryce doubted he would throw in such stuff for no other reason than to be provocative.

Perhaps she had read it wrong. It was late at night and she had been reading for sometime. But as she read once more the detailed carnal acts Bryce was pretty sure they were having sex.

Maybe in a clever plot device they don’t know they are brother and sister. It’s possible. The author seemingly has everyone having sex with anyone and so it could happen. Yet the dialogue “Take me now my brother” was a strong indication they knew they were related.

But that was wrong, wasn’t it? It’s taboo. Such things shouldn’t just randomly appear in books. If they had to it shouldn’t definitely have some warning (of which there was none).

Bryce breathed deeply. Perhaps she was taking this all out of context, applying the rules of modern day life. This was, after all, fake olden times and they did things differently back then.

Maybe it was to preserve the purity of the bloodline. That would be a legitimate, if not somewhat, creepy explanation. Yet throughout the history of The Bursteads they seemed to be the first people to be doing it.

Moreso, the King knew about it and did not seem none too pleased. It made no sense and trying to work out why they would do it worried Bryce.

This wasn’t the only thing that occupied her mind. There was another problem involving sex that loomed in the background.

The relationship between her and Tyler had continued to grow and was now reaching that stage where he would be expecting to have sex with her.

Bryce had been there before with other guys but had always stopped short of indulging in that act.

The preservation of her virginity was not due to any strict upbringing or religious doctrine. The behaviour of her sister, who gave hers away at the earliest opportunity, was testament to the lack of attentiveness from their parents.

But whereas her sister would use this freedom to explore the world unchecked, Bryce opted for the more secure and welcoming worlds of her fairy tale stories.

It was all so much simpler in these stories. You could tell who the honourable Prince was. The path to that one true love was always clear.

Was it naive of her to want real life to be like that? Her journey into adulthood had often seen her resolve put to the test.

Firstly, society appeared to deem a pretty girl in her twenties who was still a virgin to be something of a weird anomaly. The default response to such a declaration was not one of respect and understanding but an inference there is something wrong with her. Either that or guys would see it has a tempting challenge.

The latter did not bother Bryce as the stories she read were littered with unsavoury characters who wanted the sweet virgin princess for their own nefarious needs. Bryce was pretty good at spotting them and would avoid them whenever she could.

However, she needed to date guys, otherwise how was she to find her one true love? Invariably, that meant there were always going to be a few false starts.

Many times she thought she had met her true love only for them to turn out to be a nefarious dick in disguise.

This is what caused the inner turmoil in Bryce. How would she ever know if Tyler was to be her one true love?

She had always just presumed that she’d know from a kiss. That always happened in her stories. The rush of euphoria, the tingling, being wonderfully lost in that moment that if she dared open her eyes she’d see she was floating high in the clouds.

Bryce certainly had that feeling kissing Tyler but she had also experienced it with others.

The previous time next stage, Bryce had opened up to the guy about her virginity. His response of ‘Cool. But look I can put it somewhere else if you still want to be a virgin’ led Bryce to believe he may not actually be the one.

Her experience of the world of Earthykinda had compounded her confusion. Previously, the fairy tale lands and real life had enjoyed opposite ends of the spectrum but Earthykinda was different, it sat uncomfortably in the middle.

The magic and wonder was still there but it was an often cruel place where heroes and villains were not as easily defined.

As she spent more time in Earthykinda she begun to think that the fairy tale lands that had kept her safe as a child were no longer fit for purpose in her adult life. Earthykinda seemed more akin to the real world.

The fact she had gone many years without having sex was not because her one true love had not shown up but because he simply doesn’t exist and never would. If she carried on like this she’d die a virgin.

Tyler was handsome and kind. She should just agree to his less than subtle hints they should be having sex and have done with it. Who knows? Maybe he’ll turn out to be her one true love.

How many ‘one true loves’ might she have already missed with her reluctance to give up her flower so readily. If it turns out he’s not the one then she can continue her quest without the baggage of her virginity. After all isn’t that what her sister does….

Bryce sighed heavily. She’d been tested like this before and she had to believe that a one true love did exist. It was not simply a concept exclusive to fairy tales. The path maybe clear but it didn’t make it no less hazardous.

Upon this path I do dare walk

Many nefarious dicks shall talk

Bryce cursed herself for her moment of weakness. Yet as she laid her head on her pillow those thoughts continued to swirl round her mind. A bountiful of question of which her tired and confused mind had no answers.

Is Tyler the one?

Should I have sex with him?

Ullter & Compleat and sister….Really?!

As her eyes became heavy, and her mind emptied ready for slumber one solitary answer to the multitude of questions came.

Perhaps the answer lies in Earthykinda.

A Song Of Bryce & Tyler: Part Six

“Pass it to me…..Now”

Bryce looked on as Tyler skilfully stopped the ball with his feet before successfully evading the advancing slide of an opposition player.

His muscular legs flexed as he sprinted towards the goal, such was his speed and his skill none who wished to stop him could come near.

He swung his leg back and the ball left his foot with such power, like an arrow leaving its bow. It soared through the sky, bending in the light breeze of a spring afternoon.

Only one man stood in the way of Tyler and his prize. Yet try as this lumbering giant might his desperate leap to stop the ball was in vain.

As the ball completed its triumphant journey by clattering against the net jubilant cheers erupted and Tyler’s fellow warriors all huddled around him to offer their praise with lots of hugging and high fiving.

When the celebratory crowd dispersed, Tyler turned to Bryce who gave her champion an applause which he welcomed with a mock bow.

Whilst, no doubt, being the star player on his team was a personal achievement he seemed to relish it more with Bryce looking on. He was comfortable with impressing her with displaying his many physical attributes.

Look fair maiden as I hit that target.

Behold fair maiden as I climb that mountain.

Watch fair maiden as I wrestle that bear.

The referee blew his whistle to signal the end of the half and the players all wandered off to the side of the pitch for refreshment.

A respite for the two warring clans. A temporary peace over the somewhat muddy battlefield as they plot and strategise, ready for the recommencement of this test of skill and strength.

Bryce looked on as the players drunk from their water bottles and endlessly spat. Strangely, it appeared the goalkeeper had opted for a bottle of beer.

Whilst she could have continued to look on and watch grown men cover the grass with saliva , she wished to use this time for a brief return to Earthykinda.

Bryce had been eager to get back into the story because the most recent chapters had all been about The Snoflakians.

At the start, Bryce had adopted the younger Snoflakian Princess as the character she would relate to. There were a number of similarities with her real life.

Like the Snoflakian Princess she was the youngest of two sisters and as in this story the eldest sister was a little wild.

Indeed, Bryce had to work through a number of pages of the elder Snoflakian Princess seemingly having sex with anyone.

Whilst it may have seemed unnecessary and did not add much to character development, Bryce did not mind. It was no different to listening to her own sister when she asked what she got up to at the weekend.

The Snoflakians were all about peace and they truly believed the battle for who controls all of Earthykinda could be resolved through diplomacy and compromise.

Despite their peaceful intentions they were prepared to fight if necessary and had a fully functioning army. Although, from what Bryce could work out they were more used as bed mates for the elder Snoflakian Princess.

The big plan of the Snoflakian King was to bring all the families together for a summit in the hope to carve out a peace treaty that will bring an end to this bloody war that had raged for decades.

The King’s advisors were, its fair to say, not totally on board with this idea. One suggested the King had lost his mind. Another, clearly not understanding the concept of peace, suggested it would be a great opportunity to poison everyone and reign supreme.

Nevertheless, an invitation was sent to all corners of Earthykinda by doves. Normally it would be via raven which is the fake olden times version of the postal service.

However, getting a raven is the modern day equivalent of getting a bill. You know it’s a bill, you know it’s bad news so you just throw it in a drawer unopened. If Bryce really lived in fake olden times there would be a drawer full of dead ravens.

She often wondered if in fake olden times ravens had been used for junk mail purposes;

‘Being Harassed? Picked A Fight With The Wrong Guy At The Tavern? Need To Overthrow An Entire Kingdom?

Then you need Mercenaries2You*

*Terms and Conditions apply. Cannot guarantee it still all won’t go horribly wrong for you.’

By sending a dove it makes it seem interesting, exciting and definitely something they should be paying attention to; the families would be sure to open it.

Whether they accepted the invitation would have to wait. Bryce’s foray into Earthykinda had preoccupied her for the majority of the second half of the match.

She watched as the two teams, who had battled hard, walked off the pitch towards the clubhouse. There, no longer defined by their clan, they would drink and laugh together. Their differences aside they would bond together in mutual respect for the battle fought.

Some may still harbour a grievance for what occurred on that field but even they are placated by the sound of warriors as one and knowledge that a return to the battlefield would occur once more.

Bryce made her way to the clubhouse as the complaints of unfair decisions and injustice were soon replaced by a more peaceful tranquility of combined happiness.

A Song Of Bryce & Tyler : Part Five

“Would you like to go for a drink?”

Bryce was rather surprised by this suggestion from Tyler. They were, after all, having a drink in a coffee shop.

It may have been the perplexed look on Bryce’s face that prompted Tyler to clarify his question;

“I mean a real drink. At a bar” he said.

Bryce was somewhat hesitant to immediately agree to his offer. It wasn’t that she did not want to spend time with Tyler; he was after all a very handsome, charming guy. But she tended to avoid busy bars. The cacophony of noise from the drunken revellers always made her feel uncomfortable.

Besides she really wanted to get stuck in with reading more about Earthykinda.

She had reached the part where the barbarian clan, the Toonidunzas, had returned home following a devastating defeat at the hands of the D’Annimo family.

Surprisingly, despite a number of their clan being wiped out their response was to go home and have sex with the women (or indeed anything else that may be around).

Bryce was unsure if this was an appropriate reaction. If it was for the purpose of procreation, to replenish the numbers lost, then they were going have to wait a good few years until they could attack again. It didn’t seem a very well thought out plan.

The author had been unclear if indeed this was the plan as he seemed to concentrate more on the acts rather than the reason. Through pages and pages of explicit content their motivation remained uncertain, Bryce wasn’t even sure if some of the women had agreed to be party to the barbarian’s carnal wishes.

The explicit description of sexual acts did not totally bother her. Bryce would have preferred it wasn’t there or at the very least a warning of such explicit content (of which there was none).

Besides it had reminded her of that time at school when she was reading a fairy tale book from the school library only to find, halfway through, that someone had drawn a penis over one of the pages.

“So? Do you fancy it?” asked Tyler.

Bryce with some reluctance nodded in agreement. It was a date.

Was it a date though? Or was it just two people having a drink? These thoughts occupied Bryce as she got ready. They had agreed to meet at a trendy wine bar near to where she lived.

Her preoccupation as to what the expectations for the night would be meant she did not have a chance to read anymore about Earthykinda.

Her trip to that world would have to wait while she dealt with real world problems such as what to wear. Not too revealing , not too short but not too casual.

Bryce was not a complete amateur on dating guys but she did contemplate messaging her sister for advice. However as her finger hovered over the ‘L’ in her Contacts she decided it would not be a good idea.

Previously the only advice her sister had offered was ‘Make sure he’s bought you the chicken nuggets before letting him in your knickers’. Such advice had been less than helpful.

Despite it being a Wednesday the bar was quite busy. The clientele consisted mainly of office workers ending their night by drinking themselves into near oblivion.

Bryce had opted to wear smart trousers, a white blouse and ankle boots. Smart enough to show she’s made an effort but a clear sign to Tyler that this was only just a drink.

She found him waiting at a tall circular table surrounded by equally tall stools. Bryce found them a curious thing. Within a few hours the people in this bar will find it difficult to stand, let alone be able to sit four feet off the ground.

Bryce and Tyler exchanged polite pleasantries as she tried to sit gracefully on one of the large stools. Being only five foot five it was something of a challenge to get seated and retain dignity.

Tyler wore his work suit. He had taken off his tie and his top button was undone. Bryce got a whiff of his cologne that smelt fresh. His hair looked wet yet it had not been raining and she presumed he had been at the gym prior to coming to the bar.

Tyler offered to get her a drink which pleased Bryce. Not just because it showed he was a true gentleman but she hadn’t fancied the descent back down from the stool. She intended to do that only when necessary.

Bryce opted for a wine, she was not much of a drinker but could handle her drink. She would limit herself, however, to only a couple of glasses, it was after all a work night.

Tyler as always did most of the talking and Bryce simply smiled and nodded. This was due, in part, to the noise level being so high in the bar. The raucous laughter drowning out whatever it was Tyler was saying to her.

She allowed herself to drift temporarily back to the world of Earthykinda. In fake olden days this bar would be the tavern where many a warrior, thief or vagrant would come to sup ale, sing random songs everyone appeared to know the words to and then fight.

Bryce was certainly sure that Knight Tyler wouldn’t bring her to such an unpleasant place.

After a short while Bryce excused herself to go to the ladies room. There was no urgent need to pee. However, by the time she had lowered herself off the stool and made her way up the unnecessary four flights of steps to the toilet she’d be bursting to go.

Her route to the toilet took her past the bar where a group of men were drinking and talking loudly, they immediately noticed Bryce.

She never did anything to bring attention to herself but she was a pretty girl and that, apparently, was reason enough for attention to follow her.

“Here lads take a look at her” she heard one say, resulting in the less attentive of the group to turn and look at Bryce.

“She’s got a nice rack on her”

“I’d tap that”

“Here darling wanna come over here for a bit of fun” said one whilst grabbing his groin, just in case Bryce hadn’t fully understood what he meant.

She just lowered her head and walked quickly by; she didn’t really know what else to do. Her sister would have handled it differently, given them some expletive laden response in return. But she was not her sister.

Reaching the sanctuary of the toilets she lingered there longer than perhaps she needed to, hoping that by the time she made her way back to the bar the lecherous horde would have dispersed.

Taking one final look in the mirror, she took a deep breath and went back downstairs.

Bryce was disappointed to see they were still there and no sooner had she emerged back into the bar the catcalling recommenced.

She didn’t look at them, didn’t acknowledge them, just put her head down and made her way back to the table.

Tyler had left his seat to meet her halfway “Are those guys bothering you?”

Bryce shook her head. She could hardly say they were. Whilst she was confident that Knight Tyler would unleash hell upon them this was Real Tyler and there was six of them.

She didn’t want any trouble, didn’t want to see Tyler hurt. “No it’s fine” Bryce replied “But if it’s okay with you can we go?”

Tyler nodded and escorted her out the bar. Just as they were leaving Bryce found the courage to turn and look at the group of guys that had so demeaned her.

“Barbarians!” She muttered under breath.

A Song Of Bryce & Tyler : Part Four

“And where do you see yourself in five years?”

Bryce inwardly sighed at the question. She had wanted to be reading more of the fantasy novel but instead was stuck in a room being appraised.

Personal Development Plans, Goals, Objectives all designed by some maniac in Human Resources as a tick box exercise and an opportunity to spout some nonsensical phrases.

“So Bryce I really want to nail down your competency as a team player and measure your productivity for the benefit of our stakeholders”

She would have preferred not being asked a thousand different questions that effectively all asked ‘Are you good at your job’. She wanted to be back in Earthykinda.

The action had just moved to The D’Annimo family; they were the wizardy magic people.

To emphasise how wizardy they were a lot of time was spent by the author in having them talk in riddle and refer to a prophecy.

Bryce was used to prophecies in the fairy tales she read and invariably they would come true no matter how much someone tried to prevent it.

She always saw this as some sort of annoying spoiler right at the start of the book.

Bryce knew that a prophecy was just a posh word for a guess but supposed it wouldn’t sound all mysterious and fantastical if some wise old sage said “So I’m guessing that this child will rule all and bring peace to the kingdom. He might not, but if I’m right – Bonus!”

The prophecy in this story was that ‘Only the True Blood Prince can rule all of Earthykinda”

Therefore all the families now believed that they were the True Blood and all laid claim to the Throne of Earthykinda.

Now because this was fake olden days such claims would not be made through DNA analysis of blood or by going on a reality TV show. Nope. They were all going to beat the crap out of each other thus proving whoever was left standing must be the True Blood Prince.

The D’Annimo family were harbouring a baby that they believed to be the True Blood. The barbarian clan, The Toonidunzas, were trying to murder the child.

Of course, The D’Annimos were not having any of it and defended themselves with all manner of sorcery.

It struck Bryce that if this prophecy had come from the D’Annimos (seeing as they were wizards it made sense they were the ones who brought it up) then why didn’t they just say ‘The prophecy states this child will NOT be the True Blood Prince’.

Just throw in some self-defeating prophecies to throw the barbarians off the scent. Or slicing them in twain with magic fire blasts would also do the trick.

Bryce had wanted to read more but work had prevented her from doing so. Finally, after what seemed an age, her appraisal concluded.

“Well Bryce we are very impressed with your work and you could be looking at promotion in the near future”

Was that a prophecy?

‘I’ll take that pay rise wise old sage.’

A Song Of Bryce & Tyler : Part Three

“Hello again!”

Bryce did not immediately hear these words, it was the shadow of the wonderfully buff Tyler that alerted her to his presence.

His distorted physique temporarily obscured the words she was reading and she furrowed her brow in frustration.

Bryce had eagerly made her way to the coffee shop so she could read more of the epic fantasy story. The chapter she was presently on involved The Bursteads.

They ruled the South side of Earthykinda. The current ruler used to share ownership with his twin brother. Their father unable to choose between them and with no one able to remember who came out their Mother’s vagina first (there were not medical records in fake olden days) he decreed that on his death both shall rule.

However siblings do quarrel, Bryce certainly knew that as she always used to argue with her sister. It therefore became untenable for them to rule the land together.

To avoid a civil war a solution was found. The land would be split in two and one brother ruled the left side and the other the right.

Internal peace ensued and the inhabitants of the South would either be a Left or Right.

Then one day, without any warning whatsoever, one of the brothers died. Poison was suspected and suspicion fell upon the families who ruled the other regions.

This unexpected event did of course mean that the surviving brother took full control over the south. From what Bryce could work out he was a Right Burstead and his name was Tultell.

Tultell Burstead had two children, a son and a daughter, named Campleat and Ullter respectively. They were now fully grown adults and Bryce had just read that they ‘love each other’ when Tyler had once again interrupted her.

She thought it was sweet that these two siblings loved each other. Bryce could not remember once such a declaration of affection from her sister. When they were growing up it was more ‘I’m telling mum’ and ‘You’re a skank’

Bryce looked forward to reading more about how loving and respectful two siblings can be towards each other.

However, she was acutely aware that would not be happening during this lunch break, on account of Tyler’s persistent chattering.

She looked up from her tablet and smiled at him as he begun to regale her of tales of sports and gym.

Having abandoned any hope of reading any more of the book she rested her hand on her chin and listened, staring intently into those dark, dreamy eyes.

Yet her mind was still very much in Earthykinda and as Tyler told of the latest battle on the football pitch she imagined him on the field, knee deep in mud slaying hordes of an advancing army.

A detailed account of his gym session was replaced with images of him bare chested, training with gladiators. His muscles rippling as his hefty sword crashed down on to a sturdy shield.

Her brain conjured a further vivid image of him walking towards her, beads of sweat glistening of his chiselled body which bore the scars of many battles won.

When he noticed her a broad smile appeared on his face as he drew closer. What would he do when he reached her? Kiss her? Wrap those muscular arms round her petite body to bring her closer into him.

Bryce instinctively ran her fingers across the bottom of her lip. The chatter in the coffee shop had become mere background noise.

She looked up at Tyler whose lips were moving indicating that he was still talking. In her mind, Knight Tyler drew closer to her.

He was inexplicably walking in slow motion – this was her fantasy, could her brain not speed things up? Hurry up! Get to that triumphant moment when the Knight would kiss her.

He was only inches away, Bryce could almost reach out and touch him. Then she felt him…It was not Knight Tyler taking her in his arms but Real Tyler placing his hand on hers.

“Hey, are you okay?”

His words and his touch transported her out of Earthykinda and back to the monotonous reality of a coffee shop during lunchtime.

His hand was still on hers and she nervously retracted it.

“You seem to disappear for a moment there.” Tyler said with a laugh.

Slightly embarrassed, Bryce giggled and replied “Sorry! Daydreaming!”

“Nothing wrong with dreaming” he responded “What were you daydreaming about?”

Bryce lowered her head in embarrassment and could feel her cheeks go red “Nothing” she said into her lap “Just silly stuff”.

“Well, maybe you can tell me one day” he said, rising from his seat “I got to go. I’ll see you around.”

Bryce watched him as he walked out of the coffee shop. She shook her head in embarrassment before noticing him looking at her through the window.

She gave him a nervous wave and in the back of her mind a voice called out “See you soon my Knight”.

A Song Of Bryce & Tyler : Part Two


Bryce shot out of bed and rushed towards the shower. She inwardly cursed herself for taking full advantage of the snooze button on her alarm.

To be fair the manufacturers should put a limit on how many times you can press the button. Perhaps after about two or so the electronic aid should take on the role of a responsible adult and just starting shouting ‘GET UP!’

Bryce feared this might happen, she had stayed up particularly late to catch up on reading the new novel ‘The Barbarian’s Wizard’s Wars of the Dragon’s Sword’

The inquisitive yet dreamy Tyler had interrupted her from starting it so she had read into the early hours of the morning. She would have carried on but her eyes and brain conspired to call it a night.

Emerging from the shower wrapped in only a towel Bryce picked up her tablet to see how far into the book she had got before exhaustion overtook her.

She was slightly disappointed that she’s only reached part way into the first chapter. It was an incredibly long book and most of the previous night had been spent wading through the various maps and reading the prologue.

The maps were very detailed and showed all the lands of a place called Earthykinda.

After a brief Google search, Bryce had concluded that no such place existed. It was totally made up.

Earthykinda was meant to be like Earth but different. It wasn’t like it was meant to be on a different planet such as Mars where all manner of weird alien rodents might turn up.

The author seemed particularly keen to point out that this is very much not the earth that we read about in history books, but instead a different earth that was kind of real yet at the same time totally made up.

It’s what Bryce liked to refer to as ‘Fake Olden Days’.

Fake Olden Days was not an unusual concept to her. Most of the fairy tales that she loved were set in that time. Lands ruled by Kings and Queens that never really existed.

When she was a child, Bryce used to believe these worlds were real. Often she would pester her parents to take her on holiday to these lands. Once, on a school trip to the National History Museum, everyone laughed at her when she enquired if they were going to see the excavated bones of all the dragons and orcs.

Although she had never read a story set in Earthykinda , the setting felt strangely comfortable to her. Many would just skip past the maps at the start of the book but Bryce had spent a long time gazing at them, allowing her fingers to trace all the routes to the kingdoms.

The prologue had been a lengthy history of what had happened in Earthykinda. It may have been the lateness of the hour but Bryce often had difficulty following it, on a number of occasions she had to go back and re-read who had been at war with whom.

In the end she concluded that everyone had been at war with each other. For centuries, four families had been fighting it out with each other for total supremacy.

He who holds the dragon’s sword holds the world…..apparently.

The four families consisted of ‘The D’Annimos’, they were the magic type people. Then there were ‘The Snoflakians’ who believed in peace (but still happy to stick a sword in when it matters.

The barbarian clan were known as the ‘Toonidunzas’ and then there were the ‘The Bursteads’ which the prologue suggested were not very nice people.

After the sometimes turgid history of Earthykinda, Bryce was eager to get into the main story.

She got as far as the introduction of a few main characters when sleep overcame her.

There were two characters that particularly interested her. The story begins with one of the daughters of the Snoflakian King.

There was not much of a description of the Princess but as she read about her walking through fields, tending to horses and generally being nice to everyone, Bryce immediately began to relate to her.

She always had a habit when reading a story of latching onto a character and picturing it was her. Without knowing the rest of the characters in the book Bryce decided this Snoflakian Princess will be her.

The other character that piqued her interest was the illegitimate son of the Burstead King. She wasn’t sure if she should like him or not and noted that the author quite crudely and obviously kept calling him a ‘bastard’.

However there was something about his athletic physique, his handsome looks and great hair that Bryce found comfortably familiar.

As she rushed out into the real world her mind was still lingering in Earthykinda.