Goddess of the Rose/Beast Preview

Well, I thought I'd post the prologue of my next Goddess Summoning Book, which is either going to be titled GODDESS OF THE ROSE or GODDESS OF THE BEAST. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for of the Beast, but you never know. I'm hard at work on this book, and am falling hopelessly in love with my Beast, whose name/title is Guardian. In my version he has never been a man, but is the son of a Titan, and is the creature on which the myth of the Minotaur was based. Think Tim Curry's character in the old Tom Cruise movie, Legend. (Yes, I do hear you cheering, Moon!) So here it is...


Once upon a time, when men still believed Gods and Goddess walked the earth, Hecate, Great Goddess of the Night, was granted dominion over the crossroads of man. The dark goddess took her charge seriously, for not only did she stand watch over mortal roads and byways, Hecate guarded the crossroads between dreams and reality…between the corporeal and the ethereal. Her dominion was the place from which all magick originated. Thus the Goddess of Night became Goddess of Magick as well as Goddess of Beasts and the Ebony Moon.
Ever vigilant, Hecate called to her service a monstrous beast of olde. Willingly the beast swore to be the Goddess’s Guardian of the crossroads and to do her bidding. This creature was the perfect melding of man and beast; a being like no other. As reward for his fidelity in answering the Goddess’s summons, Hecate gifted her Guardian with the heart and soul of a man, so although his appearance was monstrous, he was a wise Guardian. Hecate felt secure, intrusting him with the protection of the boundaries of the magickal crossroads, which the Goddess christened the Realm of the Rose, as well as the Priestesses of the Blood who served Hecate there. For centuries the Guardian stood faithful, following the dictates of his sacred trust, for he was as compassionate as he was powerful and as wise as he was mighty…
…Until one Spring. The Guardian knew his duty. But, alas, even a great Guardian can grow weary. Our Beast did not err because of selfishness or greed or ignorance, his only mistake was in loving too well. He broke trust with his Goddess, and in a flash of anger Hecate cast a spell over her Guardian and the Realm of the Rose. They would sleep eternally unless the Guardian was awakened by a woman who carried the magickal blood of Hecate’s priestess, and was wise enough to see the truth, and compassionate enough to act upon it.
And so the Realm of the Rose and the Guardian slept while the Goddess waited…

What do you think? Could YOU ever love a beast...

PC