Sisters in Crime Meeting
September 8, 2007 | Uncategorized
I recently joined Sisters in Crime (A mystery writers group) and went to my first meeting tonight. I had a wonderful time and everyone was so kind and supportive. We had a guest speaker, who was great and discussed fingerprinting and the police’s methods of finger printing in crime scenes. I also saw a few familiar faces from writers I had not seen in a few years. Overall, it was a great night and thanks to everyone who welcomed me!
Slainte!
Heidi
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Quick Update, Tropical Storm, Oceana NAS Air Crash
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Finally, the rewrite is almost finished. It’s been tough with so much homework from Nursing school, but Ive managed to do it. I’m quite pleased with the rewrite, and the fact I’ve cut about 8000 words so far.
On the other hand, we are in a Tropical Storm watch for tommorrow, I’m waiting for the National Weather Service’s 5:00 pm report to determine what needs to be done to the yard, what needs to be tied down, or put into the garage and if we need to move the vehicles away from the trees. We have been anticipating one of our three huge maples in the back yard to come down during a storm, which would be a nightmare. If they came down, or even one of them, the house would have a lot of damage.
I just wanted to say my thoughts are with the family of the SNJ 4 Geiko Skytypers pilot’s who crahsed on Friday and died. He almost made the runway. The airport is only 2 miles from my house, and some people did hear the plane sputter and go down. I’ve spent a lot of time at air shows and around airplanes in my life and I hate to hear of these crashes. This was a rare aircraft, one of 11 left in the world I think.
Slainte!
Heidi
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Eire……more pictures
August 13, 2007 | Uncategorized
Blarney town, driving 
Heidi in Dublin
Cliffs of Moher
Cead Mile Failte (A Hundre Thousand Welcomes)
Here are some more pictures of Eire(Ireland)
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My Beloved Ireland……
August 12, 2007 | Uncategorized
Trim Castle (L); Below is Newgrange and far right is Kilkenny Castle
Kilkenny 
Inside Newgrange
Cahir Castle (L) Cliffs of Moher
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Welcome To My World….Where the Paranormal and Magick Merge
August 11, 2007 | Uncategorized
Here is an idea of my “literary world”, the basis for my series…
This is a world where ghosts are everywhere and modern science has confirmed and documented them. Federally licensed Envisioners, are dispatched to help private citizens and governments alike send the spirits who have stayed behind to the Otherworld, aka, Heaven, Hell, or etc. Not only are ghosts and spirits real, but so are demons, entities of unknown orgins, and the fey.
This is a world where The United States of America’s governement recognizes the paranormal and requires Envisioners to hold a federal license (In most cases Envisioners become federal agents, known as a Magickal Marshall) and a college degree to use magick. Its a world where magick is welcomed and taught in colleges and universities, a world where you carry a wand for self defense and to start your car if you forget your key.
In this world, Druids, witches, and wizards must be college educated, and most with advanced degrees hold positions of power in the government, law, medicine, business, and science. This is a world where religions merge and help one another….like Celtic gods working with the archangels and God to help fight evil . And the best part….a world where the Faery world, and interrealm travel are real. If you are educated and licensed to use magick, you can see your neighbors protective ward’s glowing around their houses as you drive through your neighborhood…..welcome to my imagination and world….one I write about and would love to share with you. Welcome to the world of Envisionment…
I hope you love it and feel welcome….
Slainte!
Heidi
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Ireland Pics….Blarney Castle
August 10, 2007 | Uncategorized
Blarney Castle and Toweralt=”Blarney Castle”>
These pictures were taken Saturday Oct 14, 2006 at Blarney Castle. This is a beautiful castle and grounds. October in Ireland was pleasant and it only rained on our last day. To kiss the Blarney Stone and recieve the gift of “gab”, you have to lay down and lean backwards. No easy feat since the stone is at the top of the castle. Just a word of warning….you have a lot of castle stairs to climb!!!
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And the plot thickens…….a sneak peek inside Guilty From Beyond The Grave
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Please let me know what you think…..would you like to read more?
Scene place: Virginia Beach
Scene time: August
Slate headed over to Sydney, his long ebony hair swinging with each step. His dark eyes focused on her. If she hadn’t known him, she would have been afraid. More than six feet of solid Highland muscle, carrying a Claymore across his back and a sgian dubh on his calf caught her attention as he approached.
Despite his lack of wearing a kilt, his exotic looks and Celtic armband tattoo hypnotized her. Sydney admired his warrior like masculinity, and if she hadn’t cared for Ashton, she would have flirted with Slate. In the hot humid August air, Sydney eyed Slate from head to toe. Sucking in a breath of hot air, she shook her head in denial such a Highland warrior lived and worked in coastal Virginia as a paranormal lawyer. Her mind betrayed her as she fantasized about an intimate encounter with him. In her imagination, Sydney was locked into a half naked intimate embrace with him, which caused a heated blush to singe her cheeks. Fearful she hadn’t shielded her thoughts, she pushed her fantasies out of her mind before Slate or Ashton tapped into her mind telepathically. If either one of the men had seen her fantasy, they would never let her live it down. And if Ashton had knew she fantasized about Slate, he would be heartbroken. Still, both men were so ‘hot’ she couldn’t resist.
Hot stagnant air formed beads of perspiration on her brow as Sydney watched Mr. Protection, aka Slate, approach. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but she knew it must be important if he wanted to speak with her alone. Why hadn’t he used telepathy if what he had to say was so important? Slate stopped inches from Sydney, waves of power rolled off him, alerting her of his magickal power as he commanded her attention. He reached out and grabbed her elbow. Sydney raised her face to him, but despite avoiding his dark eyes, she felt him try to penetrate her mind. He was searching for signs of weakness or fear within her. Slate would want to know what her fear was so he could neutralize it with magick once they reached the Smith’s property.
“Lass, you do know I won’t let him hurt you.”
Slate would protect Sydney with his life. The two of them were now bonded by blood and magick for eternity. She would never be able to escape him, nor did she want too. What affected Sydney, affected Slate, and what harmed him, harmed her. There was no way to break the bond, and she felt safe for once in her life. There was one catch though, Ashton also shared the bond. The three of them were linked magickally whether Sydney liked it or not. Sydney tilted her head and meeting Slate’s soul searching gaze.
“I know, Slate. I know you’ll never let anything happen to me.”
Slate pushed his long hair out of his face.
“‘Tis more than you think, we are bound together, sworn to protect each other. What influences or hurts you, hurts all of us who are bound together, especially Ashton.”
“Oh.” Sydney did not realize the magickal bond between the three of them actually included other members who scattered through Ireland and Scotland.
Slate began circling Sydney, and shot her a smoldering look. His smile revealed cardinal intent. If only you were mine, he mentally projected to Sydney. She felt weak from his searing gaze. Slate held Sydney’s attention as he settled in front of her. Despite her attempt to lock her mind, he opened a link only the two of them could access. If you didn’t belong to Ash, I’d show you pleasure you could never imagine.
Shocked at Slate’s admission, her jaw dropped and she jerked her head up. Sydney closed her jaw and it dropped again. She knew he had made his confession through blocked telepathy so only she could hear it. Was she really what Slate wanted? Did he just say what she thought he did?
”W-what?” she stammered.
A half devilish grin spread across Slate’s dark angelic face as he leaned so close to her she could smell him. He smelled of leather and man, a rich pure masculine scent, unlike Ashton who always smelled of sandalwood. Slate glanced up now hiding behind his long jet black hair which formed a shield between the Envisioner team’s SUV’s and them. He was so close his lips brushed hers. Not sure what to do, Sydney tried to step back, but his firm grip held her in place.
“I respect Ash and would never betray him. I consider him my brother. But if he didn’t love you, you would be mine.” he whispered. His warm breath caressing her skin, promising pleasure.
Slate’s eyes locked onto hers. Her heart fluttered, and she couldn’t deny the attraction. What the hell was happening? This was Ashton’s best friend for God’s sake.
”Lass, we are bound to each other. There is no way around it. We can not fight the passion, our bodies call to each other as does our magick.”
Sydney’s lips suddenly dried and she licked them. Slate took her action as an invitation and slanted his mouth over hers. He parted her lips with this thumb. Slate’s warm tongue penetrated Sydney’s mouth, causing her to moan. Passion stirred within her, wetting her panties, and deepening the throbbing between her thighs. She had never been so deeply or expertly kissed. Slate released her, his hair still hiding their kiss. He broke their kiss by slowly seductively running his tongue across her lower lip, then pulled its plump wetness into his mouth.
Sydney’s shaky knees almost caused her to drop, Slate grabbed her, smashing her breasts against his chest, her nipples tightening. He moaned at the feel of her erect nipples against him and leaned down to kiss her one last time. Sydney found the strength to face his heated gaze with a questioning look.
“W-why?” she moaned.
”You’re bonded to me.” His Scots burr thick with passion.
Sydney shook her head. “But it’s magickal. What gives you the right-”
“The right to kiss a beautiful lass? The right to bed you if I desire?”
“Y-yeah. I’m not you’re property, Slate.” Sydney reminded him.
The corner of Slate’s mouth curved into a grin.
“Lassie, I’m a Druid, we share all. If Ashton hadn’t confessed his love for you, and you him, despite your reservations, I would make claim for you.”
Sydney searched Slate’s emotions through his facial expressions.
“How do you know about us? How do you know about my reservations with Ashton?”
Slate slowly grinned, stood taller, and pulled his hair back so the team could now see them. He was done with his taste of Sydney.
”Because I know Ash, and I know you. Ashton loves with his whole heart, as do you. I will not interfere with his love, but according to our code, I have every right to taste you.” He watched Sydney’s reaction. “Don’t worry. I will honor both Ashton’s and your wishes. I will never betray the two of you.”
Sydney nodded, wanting his promise. “You promise?”
“Aye, I do, but if you ever separate, I have first choice.” He stood tall as if he had won a major victory.
“First choice?”
Sydney was confused and her expressions revealed her feelings.
“Aye, the oath requires your mate can only be a fellow member.” He explained.
Sydney thought about it for a brief moment, rage filling her.
“Are you trying to tell me I can only have a relationship with a man who also shares the oath?”
Her eyes widened with shock. This deal was getting worse and worse.
“Aye, lass, to be more specific, you can only mate with one of us.”
Sydney wanted nothing better than to wipe the smirk off his gorgeous face. He had to be kidding. This was like an arranged marriage. Shit. What had she gotten herself into?
“Mate with one of you? Are you frigging nuts?” her voice grew louder with each word.
Slate weighed each word carefully.
“Aye, you must mate with one of the order members. You have the option to mate with one of us, or marry one of us. You can not marry outside of the magickal circle.” He explained.
With her hands on her hips, and an angry glare on her face Sydney tried to count to ten to calm herself, but it didn’t work. Her anger was beyond control.
“What if I don’t choose someone from the order?” she snapped.
Slate seized her up, matching her stance by putting his hands on his hips. He sighed before his answer because he knew she wasn’t going to like it.
“If you do not choose one of us, you have two choices.”
“And those are?” she shot back.
“You will be without a mate and be alone-”
“Or?” she demanded.
“Or you die.” Slate whispered.
Sydney stood quietly balling her fists. This was outrageous. When had sex and love become part of the blood oath to the secret Druid and Fey society? The deal was getting worse with each passing day.
**No portion of this manscript may be duplicated without expressed written permission from the author. (c) 2007***
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Creation and Rewrites
July 20, 2007 | Uncategorized
After spending the past three weeks with company in my home, I’m ready to devote my time to finishing my rewrite. I find it difficult to work when children are running around my house and my wee cocker spaniels are barking and chasing the kids. Not only that, but I try to be a good hostess and it’s imperative to me to keep my house clean, tidy, and friendly. My goal is that every invited guest in my home feels welcome and comfortable. I’m very open with my belongings and my close friends and family need not ask for anything. My philosphy to them is …..what’s mine is yours.
What do I do when I need to get into the mood to write? We’ll early on in the course of developing plot lines for the seven plus books, I conditioned myself. Yes, I used my graduate level psychology education to do this. Simply put, I play music I know will inspire me. There is one band who I ALWAYS play first to motivate me. Evanesence. They are my favorite band and Amy Lee, their lead singer, looks just as Sydney, my main character. I found this correlation ironic when I first discovered Evanescene.
Anyway, I have Evanescene’s DVD playing with my laptop is whirling as I mentally prepare my mind to sink back into “creation” mode. I’ve decieded to change a few things in the plot line…..surprise…it’s a writers priviledge.
Slainte!
Heidi
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Hot
July 9, 2007 | Uncategorized
July in Virginia is always so darn hot. This year is no different, and I thank God for air conditioning. I hope everyone had a safe 4th of July. I’ve had company from out of state for the past 10 days and at the end of this week, my family will be here for a week. I havent seen them in a few years so it will be a great visit. When we have visitors, we always do the historical thing and head up to Williamsburg, Yorktown, and Jamestown. If you are not familiar with those places, you need to read your American history, circa 1776 or so. The American Revolution ended here. Jamestown, the first British settlement is here, and so is Willaimsburg. Blackbeard roamed these parts and Cornwallis surrended at Williamsburg…..actually more like Yorktown. Anyway, it’s a fun time.
As for the rewrite, I’m working on it again since I’m on break from school. It’s nice to be back in my characters minds after spending so much time reviewing meds and OB/Psych/Peds Nursing. The team will have a new newsletter up soon, so please look for that!
Slainte!
Heidi
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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 =)
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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
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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.
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.
“I hope this isn’t another repeat of last night,” she whispered. “What is it with spirits showing themselves to me in bathrooms?”
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.
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.
He stood there staring at her. His face showed his true will, malicious intent. The spectral vampire had found a way to find her.
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.
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.
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!”
“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.
“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.”
***
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.
He laughed again, enjoying torturing
CHAPTER NINE
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.
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
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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
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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
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Work in Progress
May 31, 2007 | Uncategorized
I’ve been quite busy between school, tests, clinicals, and revisions. I’m quite happy with the progress of the revision and the quality of my work, even though I know it will always need improvement. It is going well. I’m trying to work on it for a few hours each night, and hope to have it completed and off to agents and publishers within a few weeks. Once, I finish the revision, I’ll print it, and visually search for errors and read it. I’m really funny about seeing my work on paper. I need to look at it printed out, it’s the best way I can check my work. Once I have completed the visual check, then I’ll send it out.
Generally, I’m pretty fast at visually checking it. I’ve always been a very fast reader. Thank God! In the mean time, I’ll keep adding new and interesting things to the site and my myspace page for everyone. I’m half way done with the revision. I chose a more challenging route to write this book. It was done over a year ago, sent out to publishers and agents and accepted for publishing, then it was decieded to change the book into third person point of view. I had originally written it in first person point of view. Which is basically talking as if you were personally doing something( e.g.”I”). This has been a challenege and a good learning experience. I hope everyone loves it when finally is out “into the world of print”. I love it, after all, its mine, my mind, my creative vision, and the first in a series. I have unlimited ideas for this….
Slainte!
Heidi
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