Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 17, 2014

Morganna Interview-excerpt 2

Is there something our leaders can learn from Julius Caesar?
Morganna: Don’t go to the Senate on the fifteenth of March? I think one rather obvious lesson is that power is seductive. If a big industrialist or a general funds your campaign or works to put you into power then it is not yours to keep, you’ve been given the freedom to exercise that power but that can be taken away if you threaten their interests. These days in American politics you’ve got presidential candidates courting Wall Street and the military industrial complex, big energy companies and wealthy donors in an attempt to raise their profile. It does work but once you step into the Oval office you’re then their man and they want a return on their investment and you can’t blame Wall Street for wanting to control the government. They’re only working to protect their vested interests, it’s human nature. A populist president is ultimately more dangerous and those same powerful men and organisations will try to depose him. Kennedy upset a lot of very powerful individuals during his short lived presidency and paid the ultimate price. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely and I’m not the first one to say it. Personally I’ve always made it clear that my people are the power behind the throne. This title of queen is only a title, without the common consent of my people it’s just a paper crown, it means nothing. I never want to get to the stage where I have people bowing and scraping to me. When your halo slips, grow horns.
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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 16, 2014

Morganna – The Grey Queen Interviews

Her official title is Queen of the Grey Ravens or more simply, the Grey Queen and while she accepts the title, Morganna still raises an elegantly sculptured eyebrow when I address her by her full title.
Morganna: It’s Morganna if we’re talking vampire business and Melanie Nolan to the outside world. The title does imply power and authority, I admit that but power comes from the clan I serve. I suppose servant queen might be a more palatable title but I prefer Morganna.
What do you mean by serving your people?
Morganna: It’s both literal and figurative. With some fifteen hundred members and three times that amount of mortal members it’s obviously impossible to attend to each and every member but wherever I go I’m in contact with members. I listen to their concerns and try my best to implement changes where I can see it’s going to benefit the clan. Leadership is very much about leading by consensus and popular opinion.
So it’s democratic?
Morganna: Very much so. I was a great admirer of the early Greek democracy, the Romans did borrow it but then meshed it with the concept of the god kings of Egypt. They were very much enamoured by the culture of Egypt, they sensed it was far far older than their civilisation and incorporated that into their society. Ultimately though it was a flawed arrangement because men are fickle creatures and when a god king makes too many mistakes he too can be killed. When Julius set himself up as a dictator he was drawing on the idea of the Egyptian god kings and when he was assassinated he discovered to his shock perhaps that god kings are still mortal.
You were there when he was murdered I believ
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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 16, 2014

Chapter Twelve Excerpt – Angel of Mercy

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Some people will always love, some people never lose hope, some people never die…

This excerpt is from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK

CHAPTER TWELVE

Tuesday, January 21st, 2014

I took Sven into town today seeing as I’ve got a day off my classes. I think I’ve actually worn him out, I was on a mission to find a chain for Cat’s pendant. I found plenty of silver chains and gold but it wasn’t until late morning I finally found one that was within my budget. After that of course there were more things to buy. He declared to all and sundry when we got home that standing in a shield wall wasn’t half as tiring as going shopping with a woman. Cat laughed out loud but she loved the chain. He brought her a new pewter raven head from Chicago with the date she was turned on the underside. She has a few raven heads, pendants and rings, even belt buckles but this was a special one from Elizabeth and that brings me to the subject of the Clan of the Grey Raven.
One thing that did stand out plain as day was the fact that all of Cat’s friends in Chicago wore the image of a bird most of the time. When I first noticed a bird pendant worn by Anna she said it was a grey raven. It wasn’t long after we’d moved to Chicago and I asked why she wore it.
“It signifies membership of our little club.”
The club was mentioned now and then but other subjects soon took over. However as I got older the club of the Grey Raven was mentioned more and more in general conversation. I once asked dad about it and he said it was all to do with charity work. “They do a lot for people who have less from what I understand.” But it wasn’t until I was in my sophomore year at college that I learned more about it. Melanie told me it was a small club with members all over the world that reached out to others less fortunate than themselves. When I asked if it had anything to do with the Masons she laughed.
“I should think not, it’s considerably older than the Freemasons.”
“How much older?” I wanted to know.
“Much older,” she leaned on her palm, “we look out for each others’ needs, Cat was a fully paid up member of the Grey Raven and by virtue of the fact she was your stepmom, you are eligible to apply for membership.”

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 10, 2014

Chapter Eleven Excerpt – Angel of Mercy

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Some people will always love, some people never lose hope, some people never die…

This excerpt is from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Monday, January 20th, 2014

One of the great ironies about families is that while it’s okay for children to date, we get a little funny at the thought of our parents having any kind of love life. It’s one of those sticky subjects that usually elicits a frown or gets a reaction when the new mom or dad is introduced to the children. It stands to reason that our parents must have had a love life at some point in order to bring us into the world and that love life doesn’t just stop when children are born. Looking back, I should have reacted differently, because I’d seen Cat’s friends involved in relationships even though they were fleeting and infrequent. However dad was a different case because Cat was still listed as missing presumed dead but with the absence of a body and the possibility she could make a sudden reappearance, it changed the dynamics slightly and I didn’t help matters. Dad was lonely, missing his wife and while he had held out hope she’d survived the accident, after eight years he was losing hope. In hindsight would I have been any different?
August, 2011 was a particularly rocky month for me. I had just started school at Harold Washington and towards the end of the month I discovered that dad had been seeing Cindy. As I mentioned in my last chapter, she had worked at McIvor Style as a paralegal but left in May to start her own legal practice with her sister’s new husband. The first I knew of it was when I came home unexpectedly to find them both on the couch looking slightly flushed. Her hair was messed up and one of the buttons on her blouse was still undone. Dad made some crazy comment about it being hot outside and I just looked at him and shook my head.
“It’s only seventy,” I tugged at my jacket, “you must be coming down with something,” and I just walked upstairs to my room.
They were talking downstairs for a bit and then she got into her car and drove away. I sat at my computer and sent a message to Anna.
Just caught dad and Cindy on the couch.
OMG, she typed back, big boobie Cindy?

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 9, 2014

Chapter Ten Excerpt – Angel of Mercy

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Some people will always love, some people never lose hope, some people never die…

This excerpt is from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK

CHAPTER TEN

Sunday, January 19th, 2014

Well I’m back again. I was talking with mom over dinner about my trip to Britain in the summer of 2011 and she confessed that while I was here she was in Chicago at the Kings’ place where she met Elizabeth and Melanie. Dad as I recall, was in LA for about a week, Elizabeth sent him there on business and then booked him into a regional business conference in Aspen, Colorado. Mom had been living in Brazil and was preparing to come out of retirement and, as is the custom in the vampire world, was scouting out the neighborhood to discuss her coming out. Up until tonight I was only vaguely aware that it had been some time in the planning but mom said it had been planned from the moment she went into retirement back in 2003.
“We just had to find a way to integrate you into the vampire world without causing too much of a crisis. Your father was also discussed but both Elizabeth and Morganna thought that I should focus on outing myself to you first and leave John for a later date. Considering the fact they’d been involved in both your lives and because you were about to enter college, they thought if I was going to come out it should be sooner rather than later.”

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…SmashwordsAmazon.comAmazon UK

Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 8, 2014

Chapter Nine Excerpt – Angel of Mercy

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Some people will always love, some people never lose hope, some people never die…

This excerpt is from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK

CHAPTER NINE

Sunday, January 19th, 2014

I’m sitting at home reading over what I’ve written over the last week. It’s patchy in places but I’m liking where it’s all heading. If I was to actually write a real book then it would obviously be longer but mom said to just write what comes into my head, it’s not like it’s gonna be read by some critic from the New York Times. She’s gone out to the movies with Tom McIntyre. He’s a detective inspector with the CID here in Glasgow and he wouldn’t mind me saying he looks like a detective. He and mom have been friends for the last year after she saved his life and inadvertently outed herself. It could have spelled the end of her career as a doctor and another faked death but Tom is what she calls a typical Glaswegian. He’s as tough as nails but with a heart of gold and the ability to roll with the punches and adjust to new ideas.
His first meeting with a vampire came when she had to cut a hole in him and pump his heart by hand during a power surge. She was doing some shifts out at Western General back then and the emergency generator failed to kick in straight away forcing her to resort to more primitive methods. To cut to the chase, her fangs protruded slightly, it’s a vampire reflex action to extreme pressure or danger, not the fact that there was a lot of blood about and Tom came back to his body and nearly had a second heart attack. It could have ended badly but mom has a way of explaining herself, I know that from experience and now they’re best friends. He comes once a fortnight for dinner and she looks forward to his visits, it’s not like they’re dating although I can tell he likes her. They’re good company for each other and that takes me back to the spring of 2011.

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 7, 2014

Chapter Eight Excerpt – Angel of Mercy

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This excerpt is from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK
CHAPTER EIGHT

Friday, January 17th, 2014

It’s Friday night and I’m sitting here having just watched The King’s Speech on Netflix. Sean set it up for mom when she first moved back here. He’s gone out with mom, Sven and Gerry to Oran Mor at the top end of Byres Road. It’s a restaurant, bar and entertainment venue inside a converted church. Sven remembered the church from years ago as we walked past yesterday and says it’s the best use of church premises he’s seen in years. He’s an old pagan though so I guess he would say that. There’s an open microphone night every Friday. Sven wanted mom to take her guitar but she just wants to have a few pints and get pleasantly pissed. Sean’s promised to arrest her if she gets too drunk, which mom thought sounded romantic!
I was going to go along but this journal has really got me going so I’ll sit here for a while in the peace and quiet to write some more, and as I read back, there are many incidents I’ve left out but that would take a book. There were many other friends who helped make me what I am today. Jake and his wife Victoria, Albert and Alan, Gerry from Glasgow, Aiyana and Sybil.
My school friends are still my friends, but I learned that some people will make friends simply because of your position in life. My dad was deputy editor of McIvor Style and because of its liberal bias, he came in for a lot of flak from the right and as a result, I was subjected to cyber bullying and hate posts. The link between Elizabeth and I was always a tenuous one in public, she never actually mentioned my name but in private we had many talks. Elizabeth would often walk into Melanie’s house and watch us paint or just chill out and watch a movie with us.

Elizabeth McIvor turned up to my graduation and almost stopped the entire ceremony. There was a stunned silence as she walked into the hall with her friends. People turned to look as the teacher tried to read his speech and then they sat down. When I walked across the stage to receive my diploma there was extra applause from the McIvor section. Afterwards in the reception hall she chatted with me like we were old friends. It sent out a message that I had come under her wing, in a subtle way it was my coming out, there were pictures taken of me with my high school diploma and Melanie took ‘one for Cat’ again. We went out for dinner that night, Elizabeth had booked an entire restaurant months in advance because, “I knew you’d pass.”…

…Anna dropped me off in her Dodge Viper. I think the car got as many looks as my dress. Tommy was there to meet me and I respect him enormously for that because it drove a wedge between him and this guy he’d been seeing, which was probably a good thing because that guy wound up getting diagnosed with AIDS twelve months later.
A few months later, Catherine Zeta Jones was at a red carpet function wearing the same dress and while she certainly looked sexier, I got to wear ‘that’ dress before her!
I guess to sum my high school years up, there were great days and not so great days and I felt loved and protected by Cat’s friends. Through it all however I held onto the hope that one day I’d get the news that Cat was alive and pray that no one would ever find the skeleton belonging to a thirty something woman washed up on a beach somewhere. But I wouldn’t swap those years for anything. As I mentioned earlier, in Chicago I matured and grew up. Melanie’s statement all those years ago about everything working out wasn’t as trite as I first thought, it was actually spot on.
Now it’s off to Oran Mor!

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 5, 2014

Chapter Seven excerpt Angel of Mercy

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Wednesday, January 15th, 2014

Sven’s here today! It was so good to see him again. Mom’s given him a bed in the spare room even after he said he’d take a hotel room. Mom won’t hear of it and quite right too! I love Sven, he looks like a Viking, he has this wide expressive face and bright blue eyes. When he talks to you he always looks at your eyes. He’s been one of mom’s friends for centuries and was born in the tenth century. I haven’t asked him about his history because I still feel odd asking, like it’s prying into someone’s personal life but I’ve been assured that Sven won’t be embarrassed. He’s promised to fill me in on some of the things mom got up to when she was a kid. She laughed at that and told him to keep it clean.
He brought an extra suitcase with him, which is filled with some of my personal things. There was an awful lot of stuff I left back home for obvious reasons. One of the things he brought over was my fiddle, I learned how to play it in Chicago and I’ve missed not having it. Another of the goodies he brought over was another DVD of the Raven Queens that the girls converted from old videotapes and digitized. It’s kind of weird seeing mom, the Kings, Shina, Sigrid, Amelia and Melanie back in the late eighties. They haven’t aged a day since then and that’s almost scary when you realize they’ve stayed that age for hundreds and even thousands of years. Mom’s hair was a lot longer and very eighties, like a red-haired version of Farrah Fawcett.
It was another of Cat’s buddies, Billy Ray who found me my first car. He owns an auto shop out near Highland Park. He’s part Cheyenne and part Lakota. The first time I met him was when I went with dad to pick up his car that Billy had serviced. He’s a big guy and I’d hate to get on the wrong side of him in a dark alley but he’s as gentle as a lamb. He had this map of North America, hanging in his office with the names of the tribes superimposed over the states and provinces. He saw me reading the names and pointed to the Cheyenne and Lakota.
“They’re my people and that’s my land,” he moved his hand from Colorado to South Dakota, “all of it and one of these days I’m gonna collect back rent off all them pesky white squatters and retire for the rest of my life.”

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 4, 2014

Gaza: Will this be the final straw or final solution?

Enough talking and more action. Boycott this rogue nation of bigots and racists.

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HARSH WORD MUST BE FOLLOWED BY ACTIONS
After the “harsh words” of shock and condemnation that Israel, once again, attacked an URWA school (that transmitted its precise coordinates 33 times to “Israel’s” authorities), will there be action? The Secretary-General of the UN called it “another blatant violation of international humanitarian law” which clearly means that the other violations are not only known but recognised. The Secretary-General has the power and authority to refer a case to the International Criminal Court, but will he? Will the Americans veto another Security Council resolution on behalf of their client state? And what about the ‘final solution’ being spouted by Ministers of “Israel’s” parliament for Palestinians in Gaza? In the totality, the world must unite to stop this genocidal, rogue state.

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Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 4, 2014

Chapter Six Excerpt: Angel of Mercy

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Some people will always love, some people never lose hope, some people never die…

This excerpt is from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK

CHAPTER SIX

Tuesday, January 14th, 2014

It seems as if I’ve gained a new reader tonight. One of mom’s friends, Sean came around to help me update the software on this laptop as it was his before he sold it to mom. This laptop is running Linux Ubuntu, which is a big change for this Windows girl! While he was downloading updates he was reading the printouts and wants to read more. Like mom he thinks it’s good I get it out of my system. It’s weird that I can talk about it with mom easily but writing about it was different. I guess that’s the artistic part of me, worrying about what people will think of my work, constantly making changes and then changing it all back again. Sean was full of praise though. He’s a detective based here in Glasgow, before that he was a detective in Melbourne, Australia. He’s been a member of Cat’s clan for nearly forty years. He was turned back in the early seventies and spent years living in safe houses and vampire guild halls before he accepted his vampirism.
Sean understands the clan loyalties that regulate and control his world. I was a beneficiary of that loyalty by virtue of Cat’s guardianship. Basically, the mortals who’re part of a vampire’s family are automatically accepted as part of the clan even though many will never know it. We moved from New Orleans to Chicago and were instantly surrounded by Cat’s clan and that leads me into this next excerpt.
I’ve been to quite a few American cities. but two are my favorites. The first is New Orleans, for obvious reasons. I was heartbroken when Hurricane Katrina devastated it. So was Elizabeth, she contributed a few million dollars for aid and we sat together in a big warehouse with volunteers to pack essential items. My second favorite city would be Chicago although if I’m honest, they’re level pegging it. If New Orleans was where I spent my formative years, Chicago was where I matured. We lived in Highland Park and Elizabeth opened the door to her very private world by giving us an open invitation to visit whenever and so I spent many many days and nights with either Elizabeth or Melanie.

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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