Elijah the Bloody by Veronica Del Rosa · Monday Personal Log · Thoughts and Musings

MPL: School is Back in Session and Other Reasons I’m Unavailable

10923841_961623783851949_4350136433785653453_nAs most of my fans and followers know, I home school. We took a short break this summer and I involved myself in PR and marketing. I did a lot of Facebook events and I enjoyed the time I got to spend with so many different authors and readers. Fun was had! And now I am back to school with the kids. Coral is started 2nd grade and Leif is starting Pre-k/K and I spent my mornings and afternoons being Teacher-Mom. I also have to keep a schedule or things devolve into chaos. It is a painful exercise for me because I don’t like schedules, but my kids need them, so I grow as an adult to fit the needs of my kids.

Speaking of painful exercise…

I have spent the last week feeling like utter crap. Fatigued, nauseated, digestion issues, sleep deprivation and over sleeping. It’s been horrible. My main problem is I have spent so much time in front of this computer that my health has deteriorated. So, I am changing my writing/PR/indie support schedule along with the school schedule so that I can feel healthier and better. This is a huge challenge for me. I don’t mind admitting and have no reason to be offended by the phrase that I am fat. Overweight, obese, whatever you want to call it. People think I get offended by the word and tisk my children when they call me “Fat Mama” and the fact of the matter is, I am not offended and I like that my kids don’t have a negative attitude toward the word “fat”. They love me and often say “I love your fat belly” because they do. I’m pillowy and comfortable to snuggle with, haha! However, I need to be healthier. I don’t need to be skinny; I don’t want to be skinny. I want to be healthy. I want energy that come from within and motivation that comes from my own determination. And OH MY GAWD is it HARD! Changing my life for the better is good, but I do so love the bad. I like sitting on the couch and marathon watching Netflix. I like Mexican food with all that fatty cheese and tortillas. I love fresh baked bread and butter. So I need an attitude adjustment. I need to change my attitude toward simple meals. Sorry Meatloaf Smothered in Dorothy Lynch–I can’t have you anymore. Sorry Green Chile Enchiladas–you are my favorite food in the whole world and now I only get to have you on holidays. Sorry Turtle Cheesecake, you can only come out on my birthday. Sorry pasta, Spaghetti squash is my new thing (btw, I love spaghetti squash).

And I have plenty of exercise DVDs…now to start using them again. I hate them so much, but I need them. Winter here is coming and walking outside during Nebraska Winter is a challenge I am not up to accepting. I get plenty of  exercise shoveling snow.

As for my writing. Well, it’s going to take me a bit longer to get my next books written, but that’s ok! They will get published, it just might take me another month.

Enough of me. Here is

Elijah the Bloody


Veronica Del Rosa

Chapter 6

“Clothes first,” Tamhas said, shoving a pair of leggings and a tunic into Elijah’s arms. A few of the women in the crowd hissed at Tamhas while Elijah laughed. He dressed quickly, wanting to test himself against a demon and a Fae. What did they hide beneath their human masks?

“Do you have any weapons I could borrow? Mine are stashed in the woods. Thought someone might see me as a hostile threat if I had them on me,” Elijah paused before adding, “Not that it stopped some of your people.”

“I’m sorry about that. Some of them were a little too eager to test Elijah the Bloody. Now let’s get you a weapon and see how well you fare against these two. Caymus is one of our better fighters. Jestin is still learning.” Tamhas spun on his heel and walked deeper into the courtyard. Elijah trailed after him, assessing the castle and its weaknesses.

While the illusion gave it the appearance of broken and useless, it was anything but. Thick slabs of stones, tall turrets, high walkways, and archers stationed every five feet. Wards protected the castle from magic users, although it wouldn’t protect the inhabitants from him. Elijah could walk through most wards unscathed, even those meant to keep undesirables out.

They entered a large room filled with racks of weapons. Swords, glaives, morning stars, and so much more. Caymus strode confidently to the rack containing long swords and slid one from its grooves. He tested the weight with a few flicks of his wrist before moving to the center of the room.

Elijah grabbed a long sword and a rapier. With two opponents, he’d need to defend against both. A shield could help with the blocking, but he didn’t want to lose a chance at striking. He examined both weapons for imperfections and found several. No matter. They would do for now.

Jestin, shoulders slumped, timidly approached the rack containing flails, morning stars, and maces. Elijah’s eyebrows shot up in surprise when he grabbed one of the flails. It required an intimate knowledge of how the spiked ball moved on the end of a chain. Novices did not use that weapon. A sword or a club was straightforward and the choice of those who didn’t fight.

A half-smile quirked Elijah’s lips. Perhaps Jestin had a few hidden talents. This might be an interesting battle after all.

All three stood in the training circle, a flattened area of grass where someone had scored the outer part with a boot heel. A small crowd gathered around them, pressed against the wall to avoid combat. Several more people mashed against each other in the doorway, necks craning to see the action.

Without waiting, Elijah snapped out a quick thrust, testing the Fae’s reaction time. He didn’t disappoint. Caymus’ sword blocked, pushing Elijah’s sword to the side. Jestin stepped to the side, trying to find Elijah’s blind spot. He let the demon disappear from his sight. Elijah didn’t need to physically see his opponent. His innate sense found the other man with ease.

He brought the rapier forward, no longer keeping it ready to block Jestin. Instead, he made another quick jab forward, distracting Caymus. The Fae jumped back and swept wide with his long sword.

Slight movement from behind alerted him to Jestin’s intent, and Elijah flipped forward, keeping his weapons out to the side to avoid hurting himself. Landing on his feet, he swiftly whirled around and brought up both swords to defend himself.

Using just his wrist, Jestin spun the flail head in lazy circles, proving his level of comfort with the weapon. Glee and a hint of malevolence crossed his features. The plain human mask flickered for a moment and an almost unbearably handsome man stared back at Elijah. Bloody hell, an incubus. Why was he at this camp, pretending to be human?

His inattention almost cost him as Caymus pressed forward, his sharp blade missing Elijah’s stomach by inches. Elijah danced out of the way, bringing his rapier up and blocking Caymus’ next attack.

Cursing himself for such a stupid move, Elijah stopped toying with his opponents and fought to win. Slashing, stabbing, parrying, and blocking, he pressed his advantage. While these two practiced within these walls, Elijah had been on the fields, determined to survive.

Jestin swung his flail, expertly maneuvering the spiked ball. Elijah brought up the rapier to block and, with a quick flick of his wrist, Jestin had the chain wrapped around the blade and yanked.

Elijah tugged, trying to maintain his hold while still blocking Caymus with his long sword. When Jestin pulled again, Elijah released the rapier, and the demon stumbled backwards. Elijah quickly followed him and punched him in the nose. Bone crunched.

Whirling around, he slashed at Caymus, forcing the Fae to bring his sword up. Elijah rushed in and landed several solid punches to his opponent’s gut before slamming his elbow into Caymus’ cheek, whipping the other man’s head around.

Caymus growled at him, a feral sound no human would ever make, and his glamour dropped for a moment. His peeled back lips exposed sharp, pointed teeth, and his green eyes seemed to glow. A Faery, one of the more powerful Fae beings.

“Peace!” Tamhas shouted, although he wasn’t dumb enough to step between them.

Elijah grinned at Caymus, an unfriendly stretching of his mouth. “Shall we continue at a later date?” He slanted a glance at Jestin who glared at him. “With our friend, of course.”

Caymus stepped back, his human guise in place, and he nodded. “I look forward to it. Without an audience next time.”


3 thoughts on “MPL: School is Back in Session and Other Reasons I’m Unavailable

  1. It’s tough but better now than when your knees are gone. But, honestly, when I lived in Grand Rapids and Detroit I loved walking in the snow. Start at ten or fifteen and work up to thirty minutes three or four days a week when the kids are in school in a park if you can.

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    1. Gonna have to get some really good snow boots to do that 😀 Unfortunately snow boots here are either completely utilitarian or over the top fashionista. But no matter what, I will keep up with my exercise routine.


  2. Hang in there! It is completely worth it to feel better. I’m still fat, but dropping some of the weight and gaining muscle has helped in so many ways. I like being able to keep up with Damien. I also like the idea of avoiding another knee surgery. I don’t diet well. I do limit my portions pretty well. I opted to work on portion size (I’m trying to keep main dishes smaller than my fist) and ramping up the veggies to feel full. If I give into a sugary or starchy treat, I eat half…then put the other half out of site or toss it if it was something really bad. If I don’t get it away from me I WILL eat it. I also try, not always successfully, to drink a bottle of water if I’m battling a craving. It seems to help. My brain interprets “thirsty” as “hungry”. Weird, I know, but I would bet more of the Winters clan has that issue too. I’ll probably always fight the flab, but I forgive myself and start again.


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