Whew. What a week
of television. The Walking Dead had
another terrific episode. Thoroughly enjoyed the hijinks with Rick and Daryl.
Something tells me it's the calm before the storm.
Well, the X-Files disappointed many fans, but I
actually loved having it back for its limited run. That said, what a craptastic
cliffhanger. Geez. But, my other shows amped up the goods. The Magicians is truly becoming a quick favorite. And Lost Girl will be so missed, which I say
all the time. Then there's Bitten,
another favorite I wish would continue onward. *sigh*
The Flash revealed something I totally didn't expect. Now I can't wait to see
what happens. I'm totally loving the shared universe with characters popping up
on other shows. More on that later. Agent
Carter has one more episode, which is awesome! I thought last week was the
finale. Sadly, I'm not holding much hope we'll get another season, but fingers
are crossed anyway.
Arrow keeps blowing my mind. And it's in a great way. That said, I'm looking
forward to Malcolm getting his comeuppance. If that doesn't happen, I'll be
sorely disappointed. And, well, other things need to happen, too. Just saying.
Legends of Tomorrow, again, changed things up. I thought it was
very cool to see future Star City, even in crazy disarray. Shades of things to
come perhaps? Eh, who knows? Arrow
may only get one more season after this one.
I watched the Blindspot marathon Saturday. Really like
the show. Too bad it's on NBC, my most hated network ever. I pretty much refuse
to watch anything on the channel. So, looks like I'll be watching Blindspot when it's on another channel
or via Netflix or Amazon Prime.
And that's it for
TV this week.
Tonight's post is
from Kindred Spirits, a novella that got its start by the sages dropping a plot
bomb in a dream. LOL
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Merrit Rhodes accepts a teaching position at the Athena
Academy of Magic and Semblance to earn her rites. Vaughn Gregorvich and Kirby
Selwig are best friends and fellow instructors who fall hard for the newest
addition to the campus. Sparks literally fly when the trio decides to test the
power of three after a night of drinking a powerfully potent new cocktail
called Elixir.
And the preview snippet…
Merrit Rhodes sat in silent
contemplation. She hated interviews. With a passion.
The double doors to the dean's
chambers opened and Merrit stood, waiting for the summons to enter. A tiny,
wizened man motioned her forward with a wave of his hand. His small stature
would probably fool many applicants into a false sense of security, but Merrit
didn't happen to be one of them.
She paused at the edge of the
desk and met his gaze. "Dean Hargrove, it's nice to meet you." She
bowed her head in respectful deference.
Hargrove clapped his hands and
chortled. "Merrit Rhodes. You may have graduated from the street school of
hard spells and conjuring, but you're the first person to address me
properly." He pushed his chair back and slid down, his head barely visible
above the huge monstrosity of a desk when he made his way around.
Merrit took his outstretched palm
when he offered it in greeting and shook firmly, unwilling to make a possible
misstep by easing up on her grip. "It's nice to meet you, sir."
Hargrove smiled again and
directed her to sit in one of the chairs facing the desk. He flicked his
fingers and a small platform nudged out from under the other wingback and he
stepped up to take a seat.
He folded his hands in his lap.
"I'm inclined to accept you based solely on your greeting, but let's
muddle through some of the traditional questions." Her file materialized
on the table between the chairs, the folder opened and a feathered scribe
hovered over the page.
Merrit bit back a grin. She liked
Hargrove's flair. And the man didn't dwell on her less than stellar education
and instead peppered her with questions about her parents' occupations. Her
mother practiced as an oracle with an uncanny accuracy rate. Her dad made
conjuring an art form. Literally. His work routinely landed in museums, galleries,
and garnered private commissions. Sadly, her father's income amounted to
practically nothing, his salary being tied up in trust accounts unattainable
until his death.
Hence her lack of a quality
formal education, which didn't appear to faze Dean Hargrove.
The little man flashed a knowing
smile. "You're very intuitive, a trait shared with your mother." He
scooted forward, his face aglow. "And your skill with manipulative magick
is impressive, if uncontrolled." Tapping the file on the table, he met her
gaze. "You've passed all the qualification exams, meaning as far as the
board of mages is concerned you lack only one criterion to earn your full
rites." He paused and tilted his head to one side.
Merrit nodded. "Monitored
experience."
Hargrove sobered. "Yes. Your
scores indicate an inherent ability, but your lack of control is a
concern." He brought his hand up to rub his chin. "But I have a
solution, if you're willing to consider something a little unorthodox."
His gaze slid sideways toward her.
Merrit's lips twitched.
"Well, sir, unorthodox is kind of my normal. What do you have in
mind?" Hope soared and, for once, she didn't fight to contain the feeling.
The dean rubbed his hands
together. "I'd like you to consider teaching a novice class for at least
two semesters. You have the knowledge and ability to merit guiding students
while they learn the simple building blocks we base all magick foundations
on." He paused and watched her carefully.
Heart sinking a little, Merrit
forged ahead. "As you're well aware of my financial situation, I'll be
happy for the work." She stopped there, unwilling to ask for more.
Hargrove gave a barely
perceptible nod. "While you're in residence teaching, I'm going to have
you work with two of our premier adepts to learn control using your mind and
body." He snapped his fingers and the double doors snicked open.
Merrit's eyes widened when two
gorgeous men entered the room and she struggled to keep her mouth from dropping
open. Tall, handsome, one dark, one light, both built by the gods to visually
please the senses. And the dean wanted her to glean knowledge from them? Hell,
yes.
She angled her head and met the
dean's gaze. "Thank you."
His sly little smirk had her
brain spinning in directions it shouldn't go, but Merrit wisely said nothing
else.
Hargrove shuffled off the chair.
"Welcome to Atherton's, Merrit. I think introductions are in order."
Merrit hit the
jackpot with her tutors and she'll take full advantage of their presence.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
