Archive for June, 2007

Two new names

June 18, 2007 | Uncategorized

The two titles I like are Designed by Magick and The Demons Mark. Which title to you like better? Please respond I need alot of votes to make sure I find a good submision title.

Heidi =)

I beg my loyal fans and friends to chose a new Title

June 9, 2007 | Uncategorized

ATTENTION YE! ATTENTION YE BOOK LOVERS, READERS, AND WRITERS! 

I CHALLENGE  YE TO A TITLE CONTEST

I need to change the title of my book one  of my Envsioner Series, Guilty From Beyond The Grave. You need to read the first chaper posted online, the synposis which is posted under the icon BOOKS, and read my mid chapter posted on www.heidicdahlquist.org before you think of a title.

This is the first book of a series, so its VERY Important. I like titles with the word Celtic, Magick,Druid, Spiritual Warrior….which they are…etc……be creativive and show me what you can think of.

Please list them on the comment buttons below the post on this page with a way for me to contact you. The prize will be tailored to the individual to make it special. Also, my felloe writers have assured me, title changes on manuscripts are frequent. If, the chosen title, is allowed to remain on the book. I will personally, reward the creator with a second special prize. I do not forget those who help me grow and assist me in this industry. Good Luck to Everyone and pass the contest on! The more the merrier!!!Thanks……………..

Also check www.myspace.com/heidicd for the intro chapter to the book as well as on this website!

Slainte!
Heidi

Sample scene from Guilty From Beyond The Grave (c) 2006

June 5, 2007 | Uncategorized

Guilty From Beyond The Grave (c) 2006

          Mid book Scene…

The air in the bathroom began to feel heavy. It was as if someone had turned the room into a sauna except the temperature plummeted.

Sydney attempted to breath, but the thick icy air froze her lungs. White mist formed around her with every breath. Gazing into the mirror, she watched as a layer of frost migrated across the bottom of the mirror. Curious to see if water would freeze, she leaned over and looked into the toilet. Panic rushed through her as she noticed the frozen water in the toilet“What the hell is going on?” she whispered as she threw her arms around herself in an attempt to stay warm.

She hoped the guys weren’t the cause of energy changes because she would make them suffer if they were pulling a joke on her.

Sydney knew they were powerful enough to create such thermal changes. Doubt rushed through her mind, because she knew they wouldn’t try and hurt her, especially with a demonic bounty on her head. Only one other possibility existed for what was happening; a spirit was present.

“I hope this isn’t another repeat of last night,” she whispered. “What is it with spirits showing themselves to me in bathrooms?”

Sydney glanced in the mirror and saw a reflection in the mirror of movement from behind the shower curtain. Her pulse intensified so all she could hear was the whooshing sound of her blood as it rushed through her veins. The smell of something dead floated in the air. Gagging, she tried not to vomit as the scent of rotting meat infiltrated her nose and burned its delicate membranes. She heard the shower curtain rustling, and it sounded as if something wet and solid was slowly sliding down it.

She listened to the sound of the plastic curtain give way.

“What the hell?”

It was now or never, so she turned and faced her fear. Her eyes absorbed the sight of hand imprints attempting to pierce the shower curtain to grab her. With her teeth chattering, and fear flowing throughout her body, she approached the shower curtain.

Sydney used her right arm to reach out to pull it back. As she tried to grab the curtain the movement stopped, causing her to jump back and sigh with relief.

Maybe it’s just your imagination, Sydney.

A gust of wind forced the window in the bathroom open. Glass shrapnel flew through the small bathroom embedding itself in her legs and arms. She tried to cover herself as the window shattered, but she only managed to cover her face.

Sydney felt severe stinging as the blood drawing flying debris embedded itself in her body. Something hit her neck, but she wasn’t able to see what hit her. The wind swirled around the bathroom in a frenzied panic. Frightened, she watched the shower curtain lift in the violent wind to revel what it was hiding.

He stood there staring at her. His face showed his true will, malicious intent. The spectral vampire had found a way to find her.

Sydney’s worst fear from the previous evening had come true. The nasty ghost held something shiny in his hands. She couldn’t see what he was holding until she looked closer. Then she noticed he was holding what appeared to be a piece of broken glass. As he stood there, blood dripped down his neck, arms, and legs. She watched as blood pooled in dark shallow ponds in the bottom of the tub.

Before she understood what was happening, he took the shard of glass and stabbed it deep into his thigh. Blood poured from the wound as he withdrew the wet glass.

Sydney felt her energy levels drop. She wouldn’t let this spirit win, nor would she let someone who wished her so much harm hurt her. She felt power drain from her body as she attempted to visualize her shield, her white tower of protection surrounding her.

The chilled air numbed her, preventing her from feeling her arms or legs. She couldn’t find the warmth necessary to keep her heart beating. She struggled for breath as she wondered what was happening. The ghost approached her and reached his bloody hand toward her. His eyes pleaded with her to grab his hand.

“Come to me, I can show you the true path. I can make you powerful, so you shall never fear again. I can make your dreams come true, Envisioner. I, am the all powerful one, unite your power with mine and we can accomplish together what one can’t alone.” His voice sounded tranquil.

Sydney felt peace wash over her body, invading her mind, warming her soul. His voice was encouraging her want to accept him and

Sydney knew if she didn’t fight him he would conqueror her. The spirit was using kindness to get her to pursue him and share power with him. Evil always took more than it said it would, and it always lied. There was never an exception to the madness of evil.

Sydney would rather die than allow the nasty spirit to gain her power, and her new magick. She would never surrender her soul to him. Never.

What the hell are you doing? Don’t let him do this to you, he is lying to you. It’s a trick, you can survive. Fight. Her conscious begged her.

If she accepted his hand, his offer, she would accept the darkness. She slowly reached her hand toward the spirit, allowing him to think she was going to accept his offer. Maybe then he would leave her alone. Her plan could buy her some time so she could figure out how to defeat him. Just when he was about to grab her hand, she felt a small jolt of energy leave his finger tips and enter her. Empowering energy prevented her from passing out. Using what little strength she had left, she jerked her hand away from the spirit.

“Never!”

Sydney hissed at the spirit as she backed away from him.

“Have it your way, Envisioner. Don’t think you’re safe from me. You will favor my path and join me, or I will hand you over to the Underworld and collect the bounty.” he hissed.

Sydney held her composure as shocked rattled her. How did the ghost know about the bounty?

“What do you mean by bounty?” she asked innocently.

A curve formed across his mouth.

“Do not be coy with me, Sydney Foster. I have seen the bounty mark.”

Sydney looked at her burned wrist and her eyes fell on the black mark. She should have guessed he would try and blackmail her.

***

Internal laughter roared through the ghost. He was surprised the Envisioner didn’t realize he knew she had a bounty on her. She was the talk of the Otherworld. A female Master Envisioner presented power, unlimited power way beyond his. It was obvious by her lack of control she had just matured into her power.

He had been blessed when he saw her mark. Even though she had weakened him and pushed him into submission the previous night. He had her where he wanted her. He was in control and would fight her until she weakened, then he would suppress her psychic defenses and control her.

She had no idea what he could offer her. If they united power, he could gain control of one of the dimensional gateways in the Otherworld, making him a Gatekeeper of immeasurable power and status. He craved power and status and if it hadn’t been for the woman a century ago he would have had all he desired.

Sydney looked almost exactly like his victim, making the attraction he had for her surge.

He laughed again, enjoying torturing

Sydney with his appearance and power. From her expressions, he confirmed his notion he had scared her. She needed to be afraid because when she was fearful, her defenses weakened. She was an easy target right now. He needed to hurry or she would soon be to strong for him. If she did get stronger, his back up weapon, her demonic bounty, would blow her out of her world, literally.

                    CHAPTER NINE

Sydney watched in breathless suspense as the ghost lifted the piece of glass he had been holding and stabbed himself in the neck. The glass entered his neck slicing the delicate skin, and almost severing the precious vessel which transported blood to the brain. Blood poured down his neck in several crimson rivers.

An evil grin spread across his lips as he withdrew the glass weapon. A chill ran down her spine as she watched him. His expression convinced her he was enjoying himself.

Sydney felt something wet trickle down her neck. Curious, she used her fingers to determine what was on her neck. The liquid was warm and thick. Blood. She had blood running down her neck.

Oh God. What is happening?

She had to know if she was in reality or an illusion, so she turned and examined herself in the mirror. Her suspicions were validated, she was facing reality. There was nothing artificial about her neck with a huge piece of splintered glass sticking out of it. Cherry colored rivers of blood were swiftly flowing down her neck. Shit.

Oh God. Oh God. What am I going to do?

Her wound looked exactly like the wound on the neck of the spectral vampire. Sharp pain in her thigh tore her thoughts from her neck to her leg. She glanced down to discover her thigh also mirrored the spirit’s wound. She watched the spectral vampire as he lifted the glass to his arm and punctured it.

“God above help me, he’s using me as a poppet.” she whispered

“You have been targeted and warned. Welcome to my world, Envisioner. Welcome to hell.” His voice was nothing more than an evil hiss.

Panic ruled

Sydney as she watched herself begin to bleed to death. She had to get to Ashton, or she was as good as dead. She was to young to die, and didn’t know what to do, so she let instinct rule her thoughts and actions.

Sydney did the only thing she could, she screamed.

Raise Me Up

June 1, 2007 | Uncategorized

Raise Me Up (c)

Impresions from the past,
flow throughout my dreams,
Reminding me of who I am,
Reminding me of what I want to be.
I see you,
and you raise me up,
Up to where I can believe,
Up to where I am the shining star.
You raise me up,
so I can believe in hope,
so I can be me,
only you can see the true me.
When you raise me up,
I become my hope,
I believe in me.

By Heidi C. Dahlquist (c) 2006

By Your Side

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By Your Side (c)

Time after time,
I call your name,
Hoping, begging, pleading, that you hear my call.
I raise my hands to heaven, exposing my soul, summoning you to my side.

Come to me,
Stand by my side,
Love me as no other,
Never leave me for another.

Love me forever,
Hold me tight and whisper sweet nothings to me throughout the night.
Keep me safe,
Keep me tight,
Remind me I’m not alone during the night.

When the day breaks and the sun rises high,
Ill stand by your side.
When the sun sets and the night grows cold,
Ill be by your side.
When you’re sick and unable to breathe,
Ill give you my breath,
Ill keep you safe,
Ill keep you warm,
All because you’re the one I love.

By Heidi C. Dahlquist (c) 2006