Monday, December 9, 2019
Pucker Up Monday
Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.
Friday, December 6, 2019
Finicky Friday - Christmas Style
Divinity
Link: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/9327/divinity/?internalSource=staff%20pick&referringId=947&referringContentType=Recipe%20Hub48 servings
67 cals
Ingredients
2 2/3 cups white sugar
2/3 cup light corn syrup
1/2 cup water
2 egg whites
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2/3 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
Directions
Cook sugar, corn syrup, and water in a 2-quart pot over low heat, stirring constantly, until sugar is dissolved. (On humid days, use 1 tablespoon less water.) Cook, without stirring, to 300 degrees on candy thermometer (or hard ball stage).
Beat egg whites in 1-1/2-quart bowl until stiff peaks form. Continue to beat while pouring hot syrup in a thin stream into egg whites. Add vanilla; beat until mixture holds its shape and becomes slightly dull. (Mixture may become too stiff for electric mixer). Fold in nuts (if you choose).
Drop from buttered spoon onto waxed paper. Let stand at room temperature, turning candy over once, until outside of candy is firm--at least 12 hours. Store in airtight container.
Monday, December 2, 2019
Pucker Up Monday
Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Tuesday Teaser
**TUESDAY TEASER - BOUND BY LOVE rest of Chapter 4**
Time for more Harvest Young! This has not been beta read or edited.
A unit hour had passed, and there was no trace of
Hamza. He’d taken a quick shower and changed clothes. Neo paced. That expression in Hamza’s eyes when Keyno pledged
to him worried Neo. The absolute loathing wasn’t something he was accustomed to
seeing.
Needing something to do, Neo opened the door to
Jolak’s suite. Jolak still napped, so he shut it quietly. His stomach rumbled, so
Neo wandered to the cramped kitchen area and ordered food. Standing at the modest
dining table, he absently ate. Had Hamza eaten? He wished Hamza was here so he
could ask, dammit.
There were a number of things he wanted to ask… like
what was going above ground? There was so much damage, so many injuries, and
his skills were needed, but he was, doing nothing. Okay, he was here because
Hamza asked him to be, so he was doing something, but…. Hell, he didn’t
know how Dayo and Szin or their young were. How were Raiden, Takeo, Ti, and
Colt handling this? What of Dale and Chad? Or, shit, Kia and Laken? Outside of
what Keyno had told them, Neo knew nothing. He hadn’t even seen his own dabba
and dad.
He finished eating and collapsed on the couch. “Fuck,”
he muttered to himself. “What am I doing? This isn’t about me. I didn’t lose my
dabba. My whole life wasn’t just upended. I didn’t just become king
because my dabba was murdered in cold blood.” He scrubbed his hands over
his face, regretting that moment of selfishness. But dammit, someone could’ve
at least commed him.
He barely finished that thought when a low tone echoed
throughout the area. Elated that maybe he’d be told something finally, Neo
jumped up, rushed to the door, and stabbed the wall plate granting permission
for entrance. It slid open, and Neo’s breath caught. Low lighting from the hallway
illuminated auburn hair threaded through with gray now and soft, big blue eyes bracketed by crow’s feet.
“Dad!” Relief flooded Neo. “Oh gods, dad!”
John wrapped his arms around Neo’s waist and hugged
him. “My….” John’s voice broke. “My young.”
John hugged him as hard as he could, making Neo
grunt. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to just… let go. His damn eyes
started doing that burning thing again, and dammit, he was about to lose it there
in front of the guards.
“Neo?” John rubbed his palms up and down
Neo’s back. “I’m sorry. I wanted to be here sooner, but I also wanted to find—”
“Your
dad’s turning red in the face, my friend. You, ah, might want to loosen your grip
a bit.”
“Laken!”
Neo gasped, opening his eyes. Giving his dad one last hug, he let go and reached
for Laken. “How did I miss you standing there?” He demanded, pulling Laken into
his embrace.
“I
honestly have no idea. It’s not like you can’t hear when I’m around.”
Laken smirked, the bells chiming sweetly in his hair as Neo lifted Laken off
his feet.
“I
am so glad to see you,” Neo whispered as he lowered Laken back to his feet. Neo’s
heart yearned for Hamza, but if his mate couldn’t be here, then Laken was the next
best thing. He truly was Neo’s best friend. More
chimes caught his attention, and Neo glanced past Laken. Kia stood next to
John. “Hey, Kai. Sorry, I seemed to have missed you too. I’m glad you’re here,
though.”
“We
came as fast as we could.” Kia glanced at the guards. “Shall we go inside?”
“Huh?
Oh, sure. Okay.” Blushing, Neo squeezed Laken once more then ended the hug. “Sorry,
I’m a little scattered.” Neo waved his hand, and the entrance reopened. “Please,
come inside. Would anybody like a drink?”
“No
thanks. We’ve all eaten,” John replied, perching on the couch. Kia sat next to
him. Neo grabbed two of the kitchen chairs and carried them to the living area.
Laken
settled onto one. “How are you doing?”
“I’m
fine.” Neo waved the question away. “Have either of you heard anything? Dad? Is dabba okay?”
“He is, I promise,” John said. “Things are in chaos,
but we’re all okay.”
“More like controlled chaos,” Laken added. “There
isn’t as much panic now, and a plan has been implemented.”
“I’ve been told there’s an emergency command
center—I guess you’d call it—set up below ground for now. Szin and Dayo, along
with Raiden and Takeo, are still in the temporary birthing suite,” John said. “They’ve
been informed about what occurred. They asked about you and Hamza.”
“I’ll try to go see them as soon as I can.” Neo
rolled his neck, trying to make it pop. Maybe then the tension would ease. Hoping up, he started pacing. His skin was too tight
and, and….. “Gods. I want this day to be over.”
John
tilted his head as he stared at Neo. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Okay,
no. I’m not fine.” Neo collapsed into the other chair. That tilt of the head got
him every time. He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his head in his
hands. “Nothing is fine. Hamza lost his dabba. He’s grieving and pissed beyond anything I’ve ever seen, and he’s
worried about Jolak, and… and now he’s king, and he has to deal with the fallout
from these multiple attacks, holy shit, dad, the things I saw on the way here were
the stuff of nightmares, and I have no idea where he is or what he’s doing, and—”
“Neo?”
At
the soft voice, Neo’s head jerked up. Jolak stood in the doorway, leaning
against the frame. “Where’s… where’s Duran?” Jolak scrubbed at his face.
“Is he…. I need to see him.”
“He’s ready now,” John said. “I came to tell Neo,
and I wanted to check on you. Kia wanted to come as well.”
Jolak nodded. “Thank you both. I need my friends
around me right now. Where’s Hamza? Why aren’t you with him, Neo?”
“He….” Neo had no idea what to say. “He asked me remain
here with you. He, um, also wanted to spend some time with Duran. Alone.”
Jolak frowned. “Always so independent, that young of
mine. Being alone is not what he needs right now.”
If only Jolak knew. Neo didn’t say anything, though.
Now was not the time.
“I want to see my mate. I also need to see my young.”
Jolak’s posture straightened. “Comm Hamza and tell him to make the necessary arrangements,
please. Also alert the guards that we’ll be leaving momentarily. Give me ten
unit minutes to wash my face and to get awake, then I’ll be ready.”
Neo watched as Jolak strode back his room. This was
the Jolak he grew up with: respectful, but firm. Jolak asked nicely first, and
if that didn’t work, then he’d take matters into his own hands. In other words,
Jolak would damn well walk the halls until he found his mate, if necessary.
Neo commed Hamza, sincerely hoping he answered. Otherwise,
matters might get a bit intense.
Monday, November 11, 2019
Pucker Up Monday
Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Tuesday Teaser
**TUESDAY TEASER - BOUND BY LOVE Chapter 4**
Time for more Harvest Young! This has not been beta read or edited.
Chapter Four - Neo
Neo sat quietly as Keyno spoke to Hamza. He’d been at the hospital, so he’d missed what had transpired.
“At first we assumed they were hunting our king. Bold move on their part—beaming in during a strike, but it was logical. There was mass confusion. While Malk, Gibor, and I exchanged fire with the invaders, one managed to shoot Duran. It was nothing more than a lucky shot.” Pain flashed across Keyno’s face. “Then, abruptly, they transported out.”
“I wonder why,” Neo muttered.
“I believe the Onfre arrived,” Keyno said. “Which, at the time, we didn’t know why they left, just that they did. While Hamza took time to mourn privately, I started collecting data and conducted what debriefings I could. I found out they were actively searching for white headed males. Granted, they killed anyone male they found, but they were specifically looking for—”
“Oh gods,” Neo gasped. “They were hunting the royal family.”
“All males of the royal line have white hair.” Keyno growled, and his ears laid back against his head. “Yes, there are the tattoos on the neck, but only the white hair is inherited. Szin, of course, is the exception.”
Neo glanced at Hamza’s long white hair. Even though the tips are a soft lavender, there was no mistaking he was royalty.
“I truly believe the females were trying to wipe out the Royal family as revenge for not only taking what they consider their property, but for blowing up a battleship of theirs, which, by the way, fired on a starship of ours first.” Keyno met Hamza’s gaze. “And I must ask for your forgiveness. We were outnumbered, Hamza, and… and… when Duran was murdered, I momentarily froze. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Malk fired, killing the female who shot Duran. I learned later she was also targeting me, but… I failed my king, and I failed you.”
“Oh, bullshit,” Hamza raged. “That’s patently untrue, and you know it! I know you, and I know you would’ve given your life for him. As would Gibor and Malk! From what you said, we’re damn lucky they didn’t kill you.”
“It’s….” Stunned, Neo’s gaze bounded between Hamza and Keyno. “It’s a miracle we only lost one royal.”
Hamza pushed off the couch and kneeled next to Keyno. “I know how close you and my dabba were. To see what you did…. Keyno, I would’ve frozen too. They massacred our family in front of you. In cold blood. Please, do not, not for a unit second, think you failed. I don’t believe that, and neither would Dabba.”
Keyno tugged Hamza to his feet. Once Hamza stood, Keyno sank to his knees and bowed his head. “Thank you, my Highness, for your forgiveness. I’ll endeavor to do all I can to earn it.”
Hamza flinched. “Keyno—”
“No, Hamza. You are our king now. It’s time to take your rightful place.” Keyno raised his head, shaking his hair back, and stared up at Hamza. “I pledge myself to my new king, King Hamza!”
Hamza flinched.
Neo watched grief tighten Hamza’s features. But between one heart beat and the next, the sorrow fled. Nothing but fierce determination showed in Hamza’s stance and on his face now. And hatred. It gleamed in his eyes.
“You’re right. No more will I deny who I was born to be.” Hamza straightened. “Thank you, Captain Shou. I accept your pledge, gladly, and give one of my own: the Ne Rey will know my wrath. Now, stand.”
Neo’s world tilted. The cruelty shining in Hamza’s scared Neo to the very depths of his soul.
Keyno rose to his feet, bowed slightly at the waist, then straightened. “We stand with you, my king.”
“I would like to see my dabba, but I need to do it alone for now.” Hamza tuned to Neo. “Would you mind remaining here with Jolak, in case he wakes?”
Neo swallowed. “I… I guess. But Hamza, are you sure? That’s going to be….” Hard and emotional—devastatingly so.
“Just for now. We’ll go together later, but I need this. Please, stay with my dad?” Hamza crossed to Neo and sat next to him on the couch. He took Neo’s hand. “I can’t…. I trust you above all others and—”
Neo searched Hamza’s face. The coldness from a moment ago had retreated somewhat. It still worried Neo, but Hamza hadn’t totally shut himself off, thank all that was holy. “Love, you know every Tah’Narian would defend him with their very life.”
“I know, but… but it’s you here with him. You are my heart. My love. My everything, Neo. I need you to be here in case… in case I’m not and he wakes, that way he won’t be alone, and I don’t know how to explain how important this is to me, but—”
“Then I will be here with him.” Neo slid his other hand behind Hamza’s neck and gently tugged him closer until their foreheads met. He understood Jolak was Hamza’s dad and losing him was more than Hamza could stand. It wasn’t rational thinking, but Neo wasn’t sure just exactly how rational Hamza was right now. “I’ll take care of Jolak. I promise.”
“Thank you.” Hamza shuddered. “Thank you. I can’t lose him too, Neo. I know he’s safe, and there are guards outside, and maybe I’m being silly, but—”
“I get it. I do. I want to be there for you, but if this is where you need me, then this is where I’ll be. I love you.”
“And I love you.” Neo let his hand slide from behind Hamza’s neck.
Hamza leaned back. “I’ll be back soon.”
Monday, November 4, 2019
Pucker Up Monday
Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Happy Halloween!
Fearful, Foggy Night
© Patricia L. Cisco
Damp darkness befalls as gray fog settles in.
Frightening shadows lingering within.
Footsteps echo through the black, eerie night
With scrapings and rustlings, yet nothing in sight.
Misty clouds floating across the dull moon.
Heart stopping feelings of horror and doom.
Howling squeals pierce the smoggy air.
My heart pounding harder in panicky fear.
The faster and faster I try to race,
My shaky, weak legs won't keep up the pace.
A scary, awful blood-curdling scream.
I feel so faint, as if in a dream.
Ghostly eyes glowing in bushes distant,
Getting closer and closer in an instant.
Frozen stiff, I shut my eyes tight,
Holding my breath with all my might.
Then swishing past in the chilly breeze,
Opening one eye, I suddenly breathe.
Finally putting my fears at ease.
Oh, it's just Trick or Treaters on All Hallows' Eve!
Published: October 2017
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Finicky Friday Halloween Style - Reese's Bats
Prep Time 15 mins
Total Time 15 mins
Servings: 25 or more (just depends on how many you want to make!)
Ingredients
25 Miniature Reeses Cups
Total Time 15 mins
Servings: 25 or more (just depends on how many you want to make!)
25 Miniature Reeses Cups
25 Thin Oreo Chocolate Sandwich Cookies (plan on having extra in case some don't break nicely)
1/3 cup Pre-made cream cheese frosting (or homemade)
50 Edible eyes
Instructions
Remove the wrappers from the Reeses cups.
Break the cookies in half and then separate all of the pieces from one another so you now have four "bat wings". Scrape off the frosting and discard (or eat!)
Fill up a plastic bag with the store bought or homemade frosting. Cut off the tip of the bag and pipe frosting onto the back corners of the broken cookie pieces.
Press one cookie piece on the left of the Reeses cup and another cookie piece on the right of the Reeses cup.
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Tuesday Teaser
Bound by Love - Rest of Chapter 3
Gibor
flinched. “Of course. I… I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, Hamza. Come, I’ll take
you to where Neo and Jolak are.”
Grateful,
Hamza let Gibor lead him away from that room full of death and heartache. Royal
guards fell in behind them as they moved through narrow walkways. No one spoke,
which relieved Hamza.
The
less he had to think, the better. Instead he focused on the drab walls. This
part of the palace wasn’t used often since it was mostly a bunker. Maybe that
was why it was so cold. There were no polished floors, pretty draperies, or
expensive knickknacks. If the royal family was here, then the cause was nothing
good. Kind of like now.
Gibor
stopped in front of a plain door with guards standing in front of it, hugged
Hamza and left, taking the ones who followed them back with him. Hamza nodded
to the males and opened the door.
The
lights in the ceiling were set to low in the open living area. Two simple
couches and a small entertainment center graced the room. He stepped inside,
and it closed with a swish. The floor was stained concrete with a rug to soften
sounds. There were no pictures in guiled frames. No windows to let in light.
Off to the side was a reduplicator for food and other needs, along with a tiny
table for dining. It was all very bare and so basic. And cold. So damn cold.
Neo,
sitting on the couch, unwound his legs from underneath him and stood. He didn’t
speak, just stood there… waiting. Hamza had never been so happy to see someone
as he was to see Neo. He crossed the room, his feet moving of their own accord,
and threw himself at Neo. Neo staggered but kept his feet. Wrapping his arms
around Hamza, he held on tightly. One hand crept up Hamza’s back and buried
itself under Hamza’s hair.
The
touch helped ground him, but the screams of pain, of denial, stayed locked deep
inside. How he wanted to cry, but there was nothing. Just… nothing, except the
black hatred growing within him.
“I
have you, love. It’s okay.” Neo rubbed his other hand up and down Hamza’s back.
But
it wasn’t okay. It would never be okay again. Hamza had lost his dabba,
and nothing could change that.
“I
was worried about you.” Hamza forced the words past his tight throat.
“I
was scared stupid about you,” Neo admitted. “When I heard the palace and the
planetary defense building were under attack, I damn near panicked. Hamza, I’m
so—”
“I…
I can’t talk about dabba yet, Neo. It doesn’t seem real, and I can’t
accept it, and gods above, how dad wailed broke me, and what the hell am I
going to do, and the palace took a major hit, and we must secure it, but so did
other cities, and so many people are hurt or dead, and, and, and we’re at war,
but we’ve been at peace since I’ve been alive, so how do I war against an enemy
when I have no experience whatsoever, and, and, by all that is holy, everything
is just so… so—”
“Hey,
hey, I need you to breathe.” Neo let go of Hamza and leaned back. “You’re about
to hyperventilate.”
“I….”
Hamza gasped. He started to shake. There simply wasn’t enough air in the room,
and the walls were closing in on him. And fuck, why was it so cold? “I…
it’s too much!”
“Oh-kay,
you’re going to sit down.” Neo pulled Hamza to the couch, pushed him down, and
knelt beside him. He clasped Hamza’s wrist. “Too fast,” he muttered. “Your skin
is like ice too. Damn.”
“Where
do I start?” Hamza jerked his hand free and leaped to his feet. Neo stood too.
“Love—”
“What
about our fleet? What about our fighters? And what about the starships? How
much damage occurred and had significant?” Hamza sweat dripped into his eyes.
How was that even possible when he was so fucking cold? He glared at Neo, who
was now standing by the small dining table, digging around in a black bag.
“The
Onfe are here too. How could I have forgotten them? Do I need to officially
greet them? How do I do that?” Hamza’s vison was going wonky again, but he
plowed on regardless. “Fuck, I need Ti.” He jumped when Neo grasped his arm.
“He’ll know what to do. He’ll tell me the protocol for—fuck! What… what did you
just…. What was that?”
“Sedative.”
Neo placed the hydrosedative-spray on the table. “You’re
on the verge of a panic attack and very possibly going into shock.”
“How
much of a sedative did you—well, shit.” Hamza swayed. Creeping fatigue washed
over him. He blinked owlishly at Neo.
“Time
to rest, love.” Neo ducked under Hamza’s arm, wrapped an arm around Hamza’s
waist, and braced him. He walked Hamza toward another door off the living area.
“Bedroom’s through here.”
“You
tranqued me.” Hamza accused. Holy shit was the room was spinning now.
“Sure
did.” Neo opened the door and led Hamza to a bed. He eased Hamza onto it. “Down
you go.”
Hamza
could barely keep his eyes opened. All he wanted to do was sleep. “Not… not….”
What was he saying? “Yeah. Cool.” He sank into the bedding and groaned.
Neo
pulled off Hamza’s boot then covered him with a blanket. “I know, but it was
better than the panic attack you were heading for.”
“Tah’Narians
don’t have…. Tah’Narians don’t… huh? What was I…?” Hamza slurred.
“Oh
bullshit. And as a doctor, that’s my medical opinion too.” Neo sat next to
Hamza.
“How’s
it get so dark?”
“It’s
dark because your eyes are close. Now, go to sleep, dammit.”
“S…
stay?”
“Absolutely.”
*
* * *
Hamza
lurched up in bed, his heart racing. Something… something was wrong. Horribly,
horribly wrong. The feeling nagged at him, refusing to be ignored, but he shied
away. Whatever lurked at the edge of his mind was not something he wanted to
think about. Off-kilter, he scanned the unfamiliar room. This was not his and
Neo’s bedroom. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d never seen this area before.
Where was he? Why was he here? And where was here?
That
nagging feeling turned into a tsunami of memories and images from the past
several…. Shit. Neo had knocked his ass out. How long had he been asleep? He
swung his feet—where the hell were his boots?—over the side of the bed and
stood. Oh, wait until he saw Neo again. He was going to….
The
door opened, and Neo leaned against the frame, arms crossed. “Okay, before you
start yelling, I did what I had to do. I’d do it again, just so you know. You
were close to losing control. Next, you’ve been asleep for three unit hours.
That’s all. I’ve kept an eye on your dad too. He’s still out, and probably will
be all night. What I injected him with was stronger than what I used on you.
Finally, if you’re going to yell, go ahead and get it our of your system
because everyone wants to see you. They’ve just been waiting for you to wake
up.”
Hamza
deflated. Yes, he was upset Neo tranqued him, but how could he argue when Neo
did it because he cared?
“No
yelling?” Neo asked, eyebrow raised.
“No.
But I reserve the right to do so later.”
Neo
grinned. “Sounds fair.” He came into the room and wrapped his arms around
Hamza. “I am sorry I sedated you without asking, but you were in shock and
teetering on the edge of a panic attack.”
“I
know.” Hamza allowed himself a moment to cuddle and enjoy the heat from Neo’s
body. “And I do feel… well, not really better, but more in control. I’m not so
cold either.”
“That’s
shock, love.”
“I
figured. So, thanks. Can I have something to drink? My mouth’s dry.”
“Already
fixed and sitting on the dining table. I put your boots over there,” Neo
pointed. “I also fixed you food. And before you say it, I know you’re not
hungry, but you need to eat. Doctor’s orders.”
Hamza
smirked. “You use that way too often when you want your way.”
“You
better believe it. Come on.” Neo took Hamza’s hand and lead him to the table.
They sat, and Hamza gulped the water. Knowing Neo watched, Hamza ate what he
could.
When
he finished, Hamza cleared his throat and mentally prepared himself for what
was coming. “Have you spoken to anyone since you knocked me out?”
“Keyno
commed me right after I got you in bed and said he was handling everything. He
asked me to let him know when you woke up. So, I know less than you, I
imagine.”
“How
did you know…. I mean, how did you know to come?”
“The
Royal Physician sent someone to get me from the hospital. We transported to the
palace, but a guard met me. He brought me.” Neo explained what the hospital was
dealing with when he got word. He then briefly described what he saw when he
arrived at the palace.
Hamza
nodded. He wasn’t ready to face those images. Not yet. Instead, he glanced at
the closed door across the room. “Is my dad in there?”
“He
is. Like I said, I’ve been checking on him. He’s asleep. Would you like to see
him though?”
“Yes.
I need to… to make sure he’s okay, you know?” How could he explain the
overwhelming urge to make sure his dad was alive, that he was still breathing?
That he was whole, even if Hamza had seen him just unit hours earlier.
Neo
stood and held out his hand. “I do.”
Together
they peeked in. Jolak was sleeping… well, not necessarily soundly, but he was
out.
“Thank
you,” Hamza said, closing the door. He rolled his neck, popping it. He followed
Neo back to the living area and sat. “Keyno said everyone was okay?”
“That’s
what I was told. There’s no reason to think he’d lie.”
“No,
he wouldn’t. I… gods, Neo. I don’t know where to start. There’s so much to do.”
What was it Keyno said? Small steps. Right.
“I
say we start by getting in touch with Keyno.”
The
use of ‘we’ didn’t escape Hamza’s notice, and he appreciated what Neo was
doing. It did help him not feel quite so along.
Hamza pressed his comm.
Monday, October 28, 2019
Pucker Up Monday - Halloween Style
Halloween is right around the corner! Whoot! It's my favorite time of the year. Ready then for some... vampire kisses? *cackle* And yes, for THIS Monday, there will be sucking. ;)
Friday, October 25, 2019
Finicky Friday Halloween Style - Halloween Candy Bark
This white chocolate bark is probably the most simple from-scratch Halloween treat you can make.
YIELDS: 4 - 6
PREP TIME: 0 HOURS 10 MINS
TOTAL TIME: 0 HOURS 30 MINS
INGREDIENTS
2 c. white chocolate, chopped
15 drops Flo-Coat Candy Coating
1 drop purple food coloring
1 drop green food coloring
1 drop orange food coloring
2 tbsp. large Halloween-colored nonpareils
1 tbsp. Halloween-colored sprinkles
DIRECTIONS
Place chocolate in a heat-proof bowl over a pan of simmering water and stir until completely melted.
Divide 3 tablespoons melted white chocolate into three separate bowls. Add five drops Flo-Coat and one drop of food coloring to each bowl; stir to combine.
Pour remaining white chocolate onto a parchment-lined baking sheet. Using an offset spatula, spread chocolate until it's 1/8"- to 1/4"-thick. Drizzle colored chocolate on top and drag a toothpick to create swirls. Dust top with nonpareils and sprinkles.
Transfer to the refrigerator to set, 20 minutes. Break into pieces to serve.
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Tuesday Teaser
Chapter
Three – Hamza
Hamza’s head pounded. Or was it his heart echoing in
his ears? Jolak’s wail sliced across his nerves. He wanted to yank his dabba
off that damn thing and demand he open his eyes. To get up. Hamza clenched
his fists and something popped. The urge to rip and tear, to snarl and hiss,
was overpowering. The anger rose higher. He struggled to breathe, and his
vision wavered. In the background, Jolak continued to mourn, and the sound
stabbed at Hamza.
Gods help him, he couldn’t do
this.
A memory flashed through his head—of
him and his dabba, climbing trees. Laughter drifted on the warm breeze.
Jolak stood on the ground, peering up at them and shaking his head. Leaves
tumbled in a graceful dance as his dabba showed him how to slink through
the branches, stalking prey from up high.
“Like this, dabba?” Hamza prowled
gingerly along a branch. No leaves moved.
“Yes. Well done, my young. Be silent
and move gently as you stalk. You have the advantage since prey rarely think to
look for attack from above.”
His dabba leap from the tree, landing
in a crouch. Standing, he prowled toward his mate, who grinned from ear to ear.
His dad chuckled, then turned and ran.
His dabba huffed, hands on hips.
Hamza snickered. No one could catch
his dad. The male was as fast as the wind. It was a trait of his people. “You
waited too long, dabba,” Hamza shouted from the tree.
“Indeed, my young. But that’s okay. I
know where to find your dad.”
Giggling, Hamza leaped, and his dabba
caught him. “Let’s track him!”
“Fine idea, although I don’t know if
that’s necessary. I bet he’s in the kitchens. And I bet Cook will have
something tasty for a young who did very well in his training today.”
“Will dad get a treat too?”
“I’ll make certain he does… later.”
“Hamza?”
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. The refrain beat in his head, an
endless cycle. He couldn’t lose his dabba. He… he depended on him, on
his wisdom, on his thoughtfulness. There was still so much for Hamza learn. He…
oh gods, he wasn’t ready to rule.
His chest tightened. The sound of
harsh panting echoed in his ears.
As king, his people would seek his guidance.
But who was he to be giving out any type of advice? Sweat beaded at his
hairline. Everyone would want something from him. Demand something. Or look to
him for reassurance. How was he expected to handle all that? The thought alone
sent his heart skittering.
What if he screwed up? Or accidently
made an ally mad? Or offended someone important? His dabba was the one
with the smooth tongue and the ability to handle other species. He needed his dabba
to get off that fucking medibed and… and not be… be…. Darkness crept into his
vision.
“Hamza!”
His chest hurt. His nose burned. If
only he could draw a breath, then maybe he could… what? Make all this go away?
Make it so his dabba was hale and hearty? Make it so his dabba
was king, as he should be?
“Love, please!”
Hamza knew that voice, knew it
as well as he knew his own. His mate was concerned, and he couldn’t stand the
thought of worrying Neo. That… that was not acceptable. The raging panic backed
off a bit. He gasped, air finally filling his lungs. His vision cleared as the
panic subsided. Neo stood in front of Hamza. In Neo’s face, Hamza saw pain.
Sadness. And… worry?
“Neo?” His hands trembled as he
reached Neo. An overwhelming sense of helplessness swamped Hamza, but the
madness eased back. “Oh gods, Neo.”
“Easy, love.” Neo glided into Hamza’s
arms and pulled Hamza’s head to his chest. “I’m… gods, Hamza. I’m so sorry.”
Neo’s voice quivered. “So damn sorry.”
Hamza whined quietly.
“What about Jolak?” Neo whispered,
tightening his grip on Hamza. “Should we, I don’t know, do something?”
By all that was sacred, how could he
have overlooked his dad? He’d lost his dabba, but Jolak lost a mate. He
pulled out of Neo’s arm, horrified by his self-centeredness, and flew around
the medibed.
Jolak’s cries continued as he rocked,
still holding Duran’s hand. Falling to his knees, Hamza stared at his dad. Only
then did he recognize Jolak’s raw wailing was more than just a painfilled
racket. It was how his people mourned—how they sang loved ones on to the next
plane of existence.
Jolak grasped Hamza’s other hand,
shoved his grief aside, and helped sing his dabba on to the afterlife.
* * * *
Hamza had no idea how long they sang,
but his throat was so dry it clicked when he tried to swallow. He’d lost
feeling in his legs too. His dad slumped against him, finally silent, and Hamza
wrapped his arm around Jolak.
“Jolak? Can you stand? Can we…. Are
you ready to leave now?” Neo asked, hovering close by.
Jolak nodded, then closed his eyes.
Neo’s worried glance landed on Hamza
as he helped Jolak up, then swept Jolak into his arms. Turning, he left the
bleak room. Several royal guards fell in around Neo. Numb, Hamza watched as Neo
walk away. He had no idea where Neo was taking his dad, which was something he
needed to know, but his mind was heavy, and his thoughts moved like molasses.
Keyno caught Hamza by the elbow and
helped him stand. His legs cramped from being in one position for so long, but
he ignored the discomfort. At least he felt something besides
mind-numbing grief. Once he was on his feet, Keyno released him.
A few unit seconds later, a cup of
water was thrust in front of Hamza’s face. “Here. Drink.”
After the first sip, Hamza chugged
the rest. The refreshingly sweet, clean taste on his tongue was delightful.
When he was satisfied, Keyno took it and returned with another full cup. Hamza
downed it too and placed it on a nearby stand. “Thank you.”
Keyno laid a hand on Hamza’s
shoulder. “Go with them. Take a few unit hours to rest, to grieve alone, and to
get your head back on straight. Go be with your family, Hamza. They both need
you, and you need them.”
“But, but… I should—” He glanced at
his dabba’s body. Wasn’t there protocol for this? He shuddered at the
mere thought.
“This is not something you need to
do. Let me handle preparing his body.”
“I… I can’t ask you to do that.” But
oh, he wanted to.
“You don’t have to ask. I’m
offering.” Keyno patted Hamza on the back. “He’ll have family with him during
this time. He might’ve been my uncle, Hamza, but Duran was your dabba.
Such memories will do you no good. I’ll contact you when Duran is… prepared.
Please, let me do this for you.”
Hamza rubbed his eyes. The warmth of
Keyno’s hand seeped through his shirt. “I don’t know where Neo took my dad.”
He couldn’t even keep up with his
mate, how was he supposed to handle being king? Wildly he glanced around and
noticed Gibor standing off to the side. How had Hamza missed him? Malk stood
next to Gibor too. What kind of Tah’Narian was he to be so oblivious? And where
was the rest of his friends and family? “I don’t even know if everyone is okay.
Gods, I don’t know what happened to my own dabba!”
“The guards will show you where to
go. Also, Szin and Dayo are fine, as is everyone else. I’ll explain what
happened after you’ve had a chance to rest. Go. I’ll handle things until the
time you can take back over.”
“You…. That is permissible?”
“I am of the royal family, so I can
stand in your stead for a few unit hours. I have no desire to rule, you know
that. You are the one who’ll take our king’s place, but for now? Go be a
young morning his beloved dabba. If anything should arise, if those
females should dare to return, I’ll notify you immediately.”
Hamza nodded. Right then it was all
he could manage. “Thank you.” Fuck it. Maybe it wasn’t the Tah’Narian thing to
do, but he flung his arms around Keyno.
“Small steps, Hamza,” Keyno
whispered, hugging Hamza. “For now, small steps. We’ll….” Keyno cleared his
throat. “We’ll get through this.”
Hamza gulped at the hitch in Keyno’s
voice. So lost in his own grief, he’d forgotten Keyno suffered also. His dabba
was Keyno’s uncle. And gods above, he had no idea what Keyno had seen or had to
do during the attack. “Are… are you okay?”
“I am unharmed too. I promise. Now
go.”
“Okay.” Hamza couldn’t resist giving
Keyno one more squeeze, then he moved away.
Gibor joined them. “Your Highness, if
you’re—”
His stomach dropped, and Hamza
grabbed Gibor’s elbow. “Oh gods, no. Not yet. Just… just Hamza. Just like
always. I’m not ready for…. I can’t yet—”
Gibor flinched. “Of course. I… I
wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, Hamza. Come, I’ll take you to where Neo and Jolak
are.”
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