tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335669292011-09-24T09:29:25.467-07:00DaeliaA tale of the adventures and trials of Daelia Romany, third child and eldest daughter of the Romany family. Written by Rachel Brewer.The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-77234036658334454312011-09-24T09:29:00.001-07:002011-09-24T09:29:25.486-07:00You can now connect to the Romany Epistles on Facebook. Talk to the writers (some of them) and see what they have been doing over the years. You can encourage those who are still finishing their stories. Also, you can discuss your favorite characters or fun bits from different siblings' stories. Come, stop by, and join in.The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-34591621109709626322011-04-01T13:23:00.000-07:002011-04-01T13:23:05.366-07:00Please forgive my long absence and my neglect of Daelia's story. For anyone who doesn't already know, I am in the middle of studying for my Master's degree in Archaeology at Cardiff University in Wales, UK. To my constant dismay, my work schedule does not allow me any time for pleasure writing, so the conclusion to Daelia's story may not come for some time. I DO plan to finish the book though,Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-76635038022218599042010-05-28T20:43:00.000-07:002010-05-28T20:51:25.587-07:00Chapter 19With the departure of the guests came a greater freedom to move through the castle undetected. So, as soon as she was able to get away two days later, she headed to the chapel. It was late and most of the servants had retired for the night, exhausted after two weeks of preparation and the aftermath of Eliam and Livea's house party. Daelia herself stifled a yawn and tried to ignore her Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-84966938653052648452010-05-23T17:48:00.000-07:002010-05-23T17:56:44.453-07:00Chapter 18Her rescuer was none other than the boor who had assaulted her at the feast the night before: Lord Severus.As she turned to flee, the young man jumped in front of her to block her escape. “Don’t touch me!” her fright caused the words to sound slightly hysterical.Aurelian put his hands up in a gesture of feigned surprise and non-aggression, “I promise, I won’t touch you—only don’t run Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-76354470886919737872010-05-23T17:38:00.000-07:002010-05-23T18:01:22.358-07:00Chapter 17Daelia was dumbstruck. Rouen was a Vitalis? Elian’s brother?“How could you possibly be related to those…those…?” She managed in a strangled voice, though the word that correctly described what she thought of Elian and Livea escaped her. Suddenly she was picturing her friend among those at the feast that evening—a thought she found faintly repulsive.“They are not my family!” Rouen Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-72567804894335063492008-11-12T14:55:00.000-08:002010-05-23T17:48:52.414-07:00Chapter 16“You should have waited until the morning to come here. It’s late and you’re tired—I can hear it in your voice.” Rouen took the basket from Daelia’s hands.“I know, but I haven’t been able to bring food for several days and the cook’s back was turned as I left the kitchen tonight,” she took hold of his free hand and, in it, placed a clumsy sack, “Here’s also a little wood, though hardly Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-62271405965327915702008-08-20T14:29:00.000-07:002008-08-21T19:33:36.859-07:00Chapter 15Aurelian sat down in the heavy wooden chair and stretched out his weary legs appreciatively under the linen shrouded table. The men of the party had returned from a hunt only an hour before, and Aurelian found that his appetite was back to normal after a long day out of doors. Freshly changed but still smelling of sun and pine, he reclined against the chair and breathed in deeply the Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-91954250001306609282007-12-22T13:22:00.000-08:002007-12-22T13:28:52.574-08:00Chapter 14 - Pt. 2Daelia collapsed onto her bed, not bothering to even remove her dress or shoes. After leaving the chapel that afternoon, she had returned to the kitchen and worked hard through the feast until the early hours of the morning arranging food on platters, stirring pots, washing goblets, and running to and fro completing tasks for the cook. Even now, when she knew that she only Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-47789581052127516622007-09-03T18:57:00.000-07:002007-09-03T19:06:05.140-07:00Hey everybody. No doubt, by this time you've probably forgotten exactly what in the world my story was about...I apologize for the time gaps between my posts of late. I am in college and working a lot, so I don't have much time for writing, however sorely I miss it. This following post is NOT a complete chapter, but it is all I have for now. Sooooo...instead of keeping it to myself, I am justRachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-83109562629857573942007-08-03T07:01:00.000-07:002007-08-03T07:06:06.617-07:00Chapter 13Daelia struggled against her assailant, trying to pry his hand away from her mouth, but he held her tightly against himself. Pushing the door closed, he threw his body against it and suddenly released her. Daelia fell against the opposite wall and gasped for breath in the complete darkness of the stairwell. Panic was welling up inside her in the form of another scream when her Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-14020415883400399472007-05-23T22:02:00.000-07:002007-06-04T12:20:48.173-07:00Chapter 12Aurelian Severus rode stiffly behind the litter that carried his father through the streets of Parsaena’s northern district. The sun was hot and gave him a headache and caused his stomach to churn. He had just watched thirteen supposed criminals hang for various offenses against the governor. Their heads were now on spikes near the city gate to warn others of what happened when one Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-58178715114311679492007-05-01T19:17:00.000-07:002007-05-01T19:48:11.283-07:00*Attention*Even though I SHOULD be working on finishing Chapter 12 :), I am in the process of revising/editing my previous chapters (don't worry, Chapter 12 will be finished sooner rather than later). There are a few issues I need to take care of plot-wise before I can continue. I will probably post the revised versions at some point, but in the meantime, here's what you might be interested to Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-20506963567304856312007-04-06T15:43:00.000-07:002007-04-06T15:47:49.760-07:00Chapter11Daelia found herself at the top of a narrow set of dark steps. With one hand on the wall, she carefully made her way to the bottom, where she discovered another door; but she hesitated a moment before opening it. She wished she had a candle; the darkness made her nervous, and she didn’t want to meet with any surprises when she opened the door. The sense of being on the edge of a Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-26290877451915996372007-03-13T17:44:00.000-07:002007-04-23T17:00:06.375-07:00Chapter 10Castle Caerlock, the picture of tranquility from the outside, was a hive of continuous activity inside. As the week-long event drew nearer, days grew longer and tempers got shorter. The castle was cleaned from top to bottom, the Great Hall was hung with new tapestries, chambers were made ready for guests, minstrels were hired and housed over the stable, and dish upon dish of delicacies Rachel Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13858315560638560693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-69613421903340781022007-02-08T08:42:00.000-08:002007-02-08T16:56:18.177-08:00Chapter 9Light steps reverberated off the stone floor in the endless hallway, her was path lit only by one small candle. Daelia held the basket she carried tightly against her left hip, leaving the other hand free to carry the yellow, dripping candle. Through the narrow slits set deep into the stone wall, she could see that the sun was just barely beginning to rise. She yawned, aware of the late The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-34664618903785650482007-01-24T12:52:00.000-08:002007-01-24T13:14:23.223-08:00Chapter 8Every eye in the market place was fixed on her; she just knew it. Her feet felt like lead as the trader’s grip on her arm pulled her to the forefront of the wooden platform. She barely noticed as the he yanked the bow and quiver from her shoulder and tossed them to the side.“Remove your cloak so’s they can get a good look acha,” Daelia shrank from his hand as he tried to remove it The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1168097510959794612007-01-06T07:24:00.000-08:002007-01-06T07:31:50.976-08:00Chapter 7The marketplace of Parsaena’s eastern district was a bustle of activity and excitement. Wealthy noblewomen in elegantly embroidered gowns strolled about the booths selling fabrics, jewelry, and perfumes, while servants bartered loudly with vendors of vegetables, breads, meat, and spices for their master’s lavish tables. Colorful tents flapped in the breeze, while minstrels, jugglers, The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1167199143571923202006-12-26T21:45:00.000-08:002006-12-26T21:59:03.590-08:00Chapter 6Daelia woke to a sharp kick on her leg and a loud, growling voice above her head. “Oy! Get off my step; you can’t sleep here!”Scrambling to her feet, she almost dumped Junia out on the ground; the little girl had been sleeping snuggled next to her under her heavy cloak. She looked up at the large, rotund woman who had kicked her. Evidently, the building in whose doorway Daelia had The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1166493189000865562006-12-18T17:45:00.000-08:002007-02-08T08:48:53.813-08:00Chapter 5“Myrddin!” Daelia finally recognized the bird that stood looking her over with beady eyes. She stood at a distance, and then hesitantly took a step towards the massive bird. Why was Wren’s pet here, so far from his mistress? Had Wren sent him to find her? “At least I think you are Myrddin. Do not tell Wren; I never could tell you all apart.”Myrddin cocked his head to one side, and then The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1164641271501467512006-11-27T07:08:00.000-08:002006-11-27T07:27:51.520-08:00Chapter 4Slowly, Daelia sank onto the bed that had been hers for a little over a month now, letting her muscles relax into the soft blankets. Today had been a difficult one; she had spent all day in the hot bakery and at the market, trying to sell Sealen’s bread, not returning until late in the afternoon with most of the loaves remaining in the crate. Upon arrival back at the bakery, she saw The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1161658914637383152006-10-23T19:57:00.000-07:002006-11-10T19:16:20.743-08:00Chapter 3Daelia awoke suddenly and sat up straight in bed. A cold sweat dampened her body and the heavy blankets were tangled around her in such a way that made movement difficult. She took slow, deep breaths, willing her heart to stop pounding.Her brothers and sisters were in trouble!No, it was only a dream. She could still see Duard’s sneering face so clearly in her mind. He had been about to The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1159059182072403102006-09-23T17:50:00.000-07:002006-11-10T18:36:54.693-08:00Chapter 2Daelia stood fixed in place, gazing in awe at the city that lay spread out before her. Parsaena was the busiest place she had ever seen. Everywhere she looked were large buildings, houses, street vendors, open store fronts, carts and horses, and people; so many people! Men, women and children hurried by, focused on reaching their destinations, hardly bothering to glance at the young The Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1157432714758050472006-09-04T22:02:00.000-07:002006-11-10T18:29:57.366-08:00Chapter 1The sun was setting over the trees, casting a red flush across the hillside. Shadows grew longer and a night-wind rustled the branches of the firs, casting eerie silhouettes across the path. Daelia, weary and saddlesore, watched the fiery sphere sink lower and lower, finally giving way to the pale moon as her horse plodded slowly onward. Soon it would be too dark to ride any further; theThe Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1157241720726617852006-09-02T16:59:00.000-07:002006-09-03T14:16:32.626-07:00PrologueNearly finished. Only this little bit left before I must go to the house and begin supper. Daelia Romany held the sharp tool loosely in her slender hand as she put the finishing touches on the carving. Weeks of careful labor had gone into this, the culmination of everything she had taught herself about woodcarving. The bow was almost perfect, her best work yet, and now it was done. DaeliaThe Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33566929.post-1156967693543384812006-08-30T12:53:00.000-07:002006-08-31T14:43:47.383-07:00Daelia RomanyThe third child and eldest daughter, Daelia Romany is in the middle of her twenty-third year when she and her siblings are banished into the far reaches of the kingdom.Standing at 5’7” with emerald eyes that match her dark-red curls, Daelia has the lithe, graceful body of a dancer. Her position as eldest daughter has made her practical and dependable, though she often has her head inThe Romany Epistleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729659728723599583noreply@blogger.com0