The lovely Daisy Banks is here today to tell us about her gorgeous new book and to enlighten us on a bit of Palmistry!
Thank you
so much, April, for helping me celebrate the release of my latest book,
I decided
that as palmistry was the initial inspiration for this fantasy romance I’d
offer you and the readers a little something on the less well known palmistry
marks.
Some of the lines of the hand in Palmistry
1: Life line
2: Head line
3: Heart line
4: Girdle of Venus
5: Sun line
6: Mercury line
7: Fate line
There is a
mark that many writers have on their palms. It is called a writers fork. This
can be seen at the end of the head line, which is the middle of the three main
lines in your palm.
Chances are if you write fiction or nonfiction, if you do a
deal of writing you will have this mark.
The fork can be a double or triple line at the end of your head line. If
the fork heads down and across toward the edge of your palm, into the lunar
mount, then you may well write fantasy of one sort or another.
If you
aren’t sure from my description you can see an image of one here.
I’d love to
know if any of you have a writer’s fork, do let me know.
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Blurb:
The witch mark on Nin’s hand is a curse. She has
no magic powers, whatever the lore says. But the village believes. The old
crone’s wisdom is to see her banished. Ragged and hungry, she must serve the
Mage. Alone in his tower, she is his chattel. But Mage Thabit is not what Nin
expected—the bright green eyes and supple form under his cloak are not the stuff
of nightmares, and kindness hides in his brusque heart. Thabit senses that Nin
is more than she seems, too. When true nightmares haunt the land, it is
precisely her elusive powers that might deliver them…
Excerpt:
Once she prepared all she’d picked, the
gloom could not disguise that the vegetables wouldn’t fit in the small pot. She
drummed the table. Even though she’d eaten a few of the carrot slices raw, her
stomach clenched. She needed this meal.
She toyed with the idea of calling up to him,
but she’d promised not to disturb his work, and his temper certainly burned
short. If she didn’t call him, she couldn’t cook, and he’d be angry. Yet
chances were if she did call him, he’d be angry, too. By the end of her
deliberations, she’d grown angry herself.
She might as well get on with it. I’ve got to have a bigger cauldron!
The door to the stairs creaked on its
hinges as she opened it. About to call up, she stilled when his tread sounded
at the top of the stone steps.
“You have no need to yell up the stairs.” His
voice echoed in the lofty darkness.
“I didn’t.” Was this part of his magic? What
else could he do as well as hear what she thought? Only Alicia had ever heard
the mind singing, but neither she nor her friend thought the trick was anything
but a game. Mind singing couldn’t be magic.
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About the
author.
Daisy Banks writes sensual and spicy romance
in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. She is an obsessive writer
and her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married
with two grown up sons. She lives in a converted chapel in Shropshire, England.
Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing and she
occasionally makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan.
Daisy Banks
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