Friday, 5 July 2013
Brook Cottage Books is thrilled to be part of this Fiction Addiction tour for The Cordello Quest by Joanna Gawn with Ron Dickerson. Lets find out a bit more about the book.
What would you do if you found yourself in
another world? If you were told you had a key role to play in the lives of a
people you never knew existed? That you had been a part of their legend for
centuries? Who would you rely on? The Cordello Quest is a tale of hope, trust
and faith. It is a tale of magic and mystery ... of making the most of your
inner knowing. It is a tale of doing the right thing ... wherever you are. It
is a tale of tuning in to your most aware self. Most of all, it is a tale of
the power of love and light.
An Extract from The
Cordello Quest
Charls walked towards
me, his hand concealing the object that he'd removed from the table drawer.
“Keira, I believe this
will help you in your time here; I am sure that it will give you guidance on
how to use your energy to its best advantage.”
He handed the object
to me. It was a small, thin book, about the size of a postcard, and I guessed
it contained no more than forty to fifty pages.
“It is my
great–grandmother's journal. She entrusted it to me when she moved on to her
new life.”
I was puzzled. “Sorry,
Charls; I don't understand. Where did she go?”
“Ah. 'Move on' is the
term we use when someone dies. We consider the process to be a transition to
another place just as 'real' as this one.”
“Oh! I see.” Well, I
thought I did. I waited for Charls to continue.
“This treasured little
book has the capacity to teach you about lovelight, positive thinking, the
power of prayer, belief, love and co–operation, and will help you to understand
how best to develop your skills so that you can assist us.”
I took the book as
gently as I could. Feeling a reverence that I had not felt before, I carefully
lifted the cover, faded now to a soft dove grey, and examined the first written
page. The writing was clear and firm, despite its age. I read: “This journal
belongs to Aida Charlotte Evangeline, Lady of Cordello.”
As I read her name, a
jolt of electricity pulsed through me. I felt the strangest, strongest
connection with Aida, simply by touching her book and reading her words. Charls
noticed my reaction. “Keira? Is everything okay?”
A little shaken, I
nodded my head. “I just had what felt like an electric shock. And I don't think
it's static from your carpet," I joked. I stroked the aged paper and
received a muted version of the same sensation. “It's like there's some sort of
power in the book, which I access when I touch it.” I looked up at Charls,
wondering what his response would be. He had tears filming his eyes.
“Oh Keira . . . you
are picking up Lady Aida's energetic vibration through your hands. You must
have a natural affinity and skill for reading energy from objects. You could be
more valuable to us in our mission than we first thought possible. At present,
there is no–one in Cordello with this ability. This must be why my inner
guidance prompted me to give you her book.”
An Interview with character Lady Aida
Joanna: Hello, Lady Aida, thank you for agreeing to answer a few questions.
Lady Aida: I’m pleased to be here, Joanna and Ron. Thank you for having me.
Joanna: First of all, what’s it like being an Ascended Reikan?
Lady Aida: It’s extremely rewarding. My assignment has been interesting, to
say the least. Being able to offer guidance to awakening humans is a joy.
Ron: Lady Aida, when you were writing in your journal
- the one used by Keira when she was in Cordello - did you have any idea that
it would become so important?
Lady Aida: No, not at all. Writing the journal was simply
my way of making sense of my learning, and tracking my own development in the
use of crystals, lovelight and intuition. I was heartened to see that Keira
gained so much from my own experiences.
Joanna: When you were working with crystals, did you ever
have a favourite?
Lady Aida: I would not have been able to choose, my dear.
Their frequencies are different, and each has its own value. It would be like
asking me to choose a favourite niece or nephew. I do have a fondness for the
quartz crystals, however, and appreciated the warm tones and shades of the
Tiger’s Eye.
Ron: Of all the places you’ve seen, do you have a
favourite?
Lady Aida: Cordello, without a doubt. True, I have
travelled to many worlds, seen many wonderful things. And I was very fond of
Reika, of course. But . . . Cordello is home, and I am always glad to return to
its green valleys and to my own people.
Joanna: What is your favourite colour?
Lady Aida: I have no favourite, dear. All colour is light, and to choose from
among the light is not possible.
Ron: If you could be any
animal, what would you choose?
Lady Aida: I believe I would choose to be an eagle. Soaring high, with wide
perspectives and clear sight. I am fond of flying, as you know.
Joanna: A final question for you, Lady Aida. Do you have a favourite word?
Lady Aida: Oh yes, dear. It is Love.
Joanna: I should have known you’d say that! Thank for your time, Lady Aida.
Lady Aida: It’s been a pleasure. Goodbye.
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Creations
Three Matches
Joanna’s short tale ~
“You only have three
matches,” the man announced. “Use them wisely.” He turned the key in the lock
behind him as he left. The light was snapped off, leaving me marooned in the
blackness. Heart plummeting, legs weak, I sank into the chair. Trapped. The only
person who could get me out of this was me.
I lit the first match,
a quivering glow of light leaping around the small room’s walls. It wasn’t long
before the flame burned my fingers, the match dropping uselessly to the tiled
floor. The darkness seemed even deeper than before.
I willed myself to sit
in the darkness for a while, to let it become my friend rather than my enemy. I
could see nothing - but that didn’t mean I needed to be scared, did it? It was
just like closing my eyes; the room was still there, unchanged. Only my
perception was different.
In response, my
hearing sharpened. There was a scuffling in the corner. Rats?
When I could bear it
no longer, I ignited the second match and peered towards the noise. Small black
shapes milled around, tumbling over each other with fluid grace. A gap
appeared; I could see the hole they were using to bring nesting material
inside.
“Ouch!” I cried, the
flame singeing my fingertips. The spent match slipped from my hand, darkness
wrapping around me once again. I took a deep breath. Only one match left.
Carefully, I moved towards the rats. My timing would have to be perfect. I
struck the match, and the animals fled with high squeals. Grabbing the bundle
of straw they’d been using, I set it aflame. Holding it high above me, I blew
on the blazing straw, fanning the flames wider and higher, sending smoke
billowing throughout the room.
The smoke alarm pealed
and the door was flung open. Crouching low to the floor, below the smoke, I
scrambled out, straight into the man’s legs. He grabbed my arms, lifting me
upright.
He smiled his
approval.
“Well done,” he
grinned. “You passed that challenge with flying colours. Are you ready for the
next one?”
“Bring it on!” I
replied.
Ron’s poem ~
The fire from the past
still remains
Though darker and
dimmed by the year
It guides, it answers
and misleads
As memories mix and
appear
The flame of today
burns so bright
As source is consumed
in its path
The flicker shows end
is in sight
Rejoice in the light
and the warmth
Don’t rush to the
future bemused
In time the glow will
all catch
Keep safe, keep dry,
keep unused
The potent from belief
will sure match
These short pieces
were first published in Edition #3 of Creations, the Lazuli Portals Newsletter.
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About the Authors
Joanna Gawn is an author, energy-healing
practitioner and wife. She loves writing, reading, spreadsheets, National Trust
gardens, and inspiring scenery. Dartmoor and Brittany are two of her favourite
places. She and her husband are owned by two cats. Joanna is a chocoholic, and
is also partial to cake.
Ron Dickerson is a Cornishman with a background in
rugby, business and Round Table/Rotary; perhaps not the expected connections
for writing spiritual adventure novels! He has a deep love of books and superb
writing. He is an intuitive natural healer. He and his wife also have two cats.
Joanna and Ron are currently writing the sequel to
The Cordello Quest, entitled Mosaic of Light. They also write short stories
(published as ebooks), flash fiction and poetry.
How to connect with us, and where
to find our books
Website
http://www.lazuli-portals.com/
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/lazuliportals
Whoop! Thanks for hosting us today, JB; it's truly an honour to be here.
Obviously we hope everyone enjoys what we've shared here today. But as it's also Friday, I reckon that calls for CAKE. So here's a (virtual) plate of chocolate cake, bakewell tart, lemon drizzle cake, carrot cake and flapjacks. Enjoy! :)
Thanks for taking part in Jo and Ron's blitz JB :)
Shaz