Oh my stars, friends, I am SO EXCITED to show this to you guys. You all went NUTS over the trailer for book 1 (The Promised One) well…. hold on to your hats because this video is going to BLOW YOUR MIND.

It’s not a book trailer. It’s something like you’ve never seen before. Not for a book, anyway. This is going to give you a little insight into what inspired these books, why I’m writing them, and what they’re about.

I hope you love it. I know I do. I mean, it’s LEGIT, y’all.

Oh, and here’s the official blurb for The Purloined Prophecy (The Chalam Færytales, Book II):

“She was the one believed to fulfill the prophecies, you see. She was the long-awaited one. That is why she was killed, no doubt. And that is why there are those who swear she lives.”

A single kiss saved their fabled love. But the same magic that saved them might also destroy them.

Prince Ferryl knows that war is coming for the kingdom of Navah. It doesn’t help that he is betrothed to the niece of the enemy king. But now that Ferryl’s memories of the love of his life Elizabeth have been restored, the real questions begin: Who has magic? Who is using it against them? And who is Elizabeth, really?

When a dying prophet insists the answers to their questions lie in the peaceful kingdom to the north, Prince Ferryl and Elizabeth—with the help of a few friends—set off on a journey to the mountains in search of an absolution that will save the kingdom—and hopefully their love once and for all.

But a prophecy long-since forgotten awaits them—and an unexpected twist of fate may damn their love forever.

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Yeah…. you should probably go ahead and pre-order it. You know you want to now. <3

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Guys… GUYS. The official countdown to the COVER & TITLE REVEAL of Book Two of The Chalam Færytales series has OFFICIALLY BEGUN!

Are you as nerded out as I am???? Oh man, I can’t wait!!!

Mark your calendars, spread the word… BOOK TWO IS COMING!

And if you haven’t yet, mark it as to-read in your Goodreads profile today! Let’s get the word out!

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Maybe you noticed it… maybe not. But in The Promised One, there are a WHOLE LOT of Hebrew transliterations. Pretty much every proper name, including all the places, provinces, towns, castles, kingdoms, plus all the character names (except a few — more on that in a bit) are Hebrew in origin.

What’s with that?

There’s a pretty simple explanation, actually. The book is an allegory of the Old Testament. (Well the first four books, to be precise. And yes, you guessed it, the books after that will be an allegory of the New Testament. You’re welcome.)

So I spent quite a while researching ancient Hebraic folklore, traditions, fare, culture, even currencies. I took some liberties, of course. I mean, it’s fantasy, kids. But in general, most everything you read is based on the ancient Hebrew culture. So of course, all the names had to be Hebrew.

And let me just tell you… finding a non-ridiculous transliteration spelling of some of the Hebrew words I wanted to use was… challenging. It’s a guttural language, to say the least. So as with some of the tradition and folklore, I took some liberties with spelling too. But it’s so cool to know that every name has meaning, and everything is rooted in the culture that gave us the Bible.

So without further ado, here are some of the more popular proper names in The Promised One, and their meanings (and pronunciations, because I’m generous like that).

Places:

Navah (nah-VAAH) — Hebrew; means “home”

Midvar (MID-vahr) — Hebrew; means “wilderness”

Haravelle (HAH-ruh-vell) — Hebrew origin: HAR, means “mountains”

Benalle (beh-NALL) — Hebrew; means “wisdom”

People:

Ferryl (FEH-rill) — Irish*; means “brave one”

Elizabeth (ee-LIZ-uh-beth) — Hebrew; means “promise of God” (hint, hint)

Delaney (de-LAY-nee) — Gaelic*; means “from the black river”

Michael (MY-kull) — Hebrew; means “which man is like God”

Meria (muh-RY-uh) — Hebrew; means “rebellions one” (Ha! I love this!)

Aiken (AY-kinn) — Hebrew; means “made from oak trees”

Erel (EH-rill) — Hebrew; means “hero”

Bedell (buh-DELL) — French*; means “messenger”

Derrick (DEH-rick) — Germanic*; means “rich or powerful ruler of all people”

Other:

Chalam (CHAH-lumm) — Hebrew; means “dream”

*There were just some names that no matter how hard I tried, I could not find a Hebrew transliteration or name that fit their personality. And sometimes, if I found the word, it did not an eloquent name make. So I took some liberties from other cultures to find just the right names. Although I must admit to you that when it came to the name Ferryl, I just liked it. It was perfect. Sorry, not sorry.

 

I’m not very good at drawing people. Ask anyone who has asked me for art and they’ll tell you… So this is your official disclaimer that this is merely my labor of love, by no means my crowning glory. Ha! But I needed to see Prince Ferryl and Elizabeth. I needed to bring them to life. So, my friends, I give you to you my OCs, in this piece I’m lovingly calling Dreamers.

P.S.: Did you know that “chalam” is Hebrew for dream? Yes, that’s a chalam tree behind them. They shared a chalam… they shared a dream, after all. *sigh*

All images © Morgan G Farris. All rights reserved.

So…. music inspires me, in case you can’t tell. And when I was writing The Promised One, that truth found no exception. Somewhere deep in the bowels of the singer/songwriter section of Apple Music, I found RHODES.

And my life was never the same.

His voice… like butter, baby. Like butter. (And he kind of reminds me of Ferryl a little bit. What do you think? Honestly, I love that in this video RHODES looks like Ferryl and Birdy looks like Elizabeth. It’s serendipity, I’m telling you.)

So needless to say about 93.37% of his songs became anthems for scenes in the book(s). This one, Let It All Go, being quite possibly my favorite. It’s no surprise, then, that some of the imagery in this GORGEOUS video inspired one of my favorite scenes in book two (and also the Færytale Castle art piece).

“I’ve always known I need you, Elizabeth. From the time we were young, I’ve known that I not only wanted you by my side, but I needed you, too. I need that clever mind of yours. That wit. That determination. Maybe I’m a piece of dandelion fluff dancing on the wind, but you, Elizabeth—you’re an oak. A tree planted by raging waters. Immovable. Immutable. And Providence help me, I’ve always known I need that. I need you.

“But when I walked away, when I turned my back on you for what I thought was the last time, it hit me. I finally understood it, Elizabeth. Maybe I need you, yes. But maybe… Maybe you need me, too.”

~The Purloined Prophecy, Chapter LII

Oh, Ferryl. Keep fighting for Elizabeth. You’ll never lose a woman you pursue with your whole heart. ❤

So check it out, and sound off in the comments. What do you think? Does RHODES look like Ferryl? (The answer is yes, yes he does. 😂)

Last week, Twitter blew up with the hashtag #MisandryInPublishing. Apparently some poor, hapless (male) soul posted that he believed it to be a real problem and women. went. nuts.

Oh man, the hate on Twitter. It’s mind-blowing how nasty people can be sometimes. But I digress…

The poor soul was obliterated by one cat-scratch after another—women on the man hate rant about how the entire concept of misandry in publishing is laughable at best.

I read through the banter. I wondered as to the fate of humanity for a moment. And then I stated my peace and moved on.

Yes, I am a female author. And yes, I believe misandry in literature is a real thing today.

It’s everywhere. Almost every modern novel I’ve read of late is chock full of man hate in one form or another. Oh no, it’s usually not blatant hatred. It’s subtle and clever. It’s portraying men like they are slaves to their instincts. Like wolves on the prowl. It’s portraying men like chest-beating Neanderthals who roam about looking for a broodmare. It’s portraying men like video game obsessed, Cheeto-slamming drunks with smoking hot wives who run the household. It’s portraying men like hapless, hopeless fools when a woman leaves them.

It’s misandry, and that’s all there is to it.

I’ve blogged about this sort of thing before (there’s one article on this site that I wrote years ago and it still gets several hits a day. It blows my mind.). Back then, I wrote about how men needed to step up to their roles as husbands and fathers. I saw an epidemic of man-boys who couldn’t bring themselves to put down their video game controllers long enough to run the household. I confess, I see things a little differently now. Yes, those men exist. And yes, ladies, Neanderthals exist, too. I’m not disagreeing. But I’m beginning to see that it’s not so much that the world is riddled with sex-crazed man-boys as it is that we women have decided it is. In our perhaps good intentions of vying for equality, we’ve lost sight of what the word means to begin with. And we’ve decided men are to blame for our problems.

We women yelled for equality in the ‘70s when we burned our bras. We shouted for equality in the ‘80s when we demanded better pay in our jobs. We screamed equality in the ‘90s when we insisted that “it’s a man’s world.” And here we are still crossing our arms and stomping our feet claiming that men have all the fun.

Ladies, when are we going to put on our big girl panties?

I read an article the other day about women (once again on the hate fest we call Twitter) tweeting under the directive “describe yourself as a male author would.” It was sickening, what women think men think of them. It’s embarrassing that we’ve boiled down men into nothing but sexual machines who cannot think past the next breast they’re going to ogle.

Ladies, I don’t know what men you’re surrounded by, but my husband, my father, even my son, are NOTHING like that. They’re men. They’re strong. They’re kind. They’re grounded. They’re gentlemen who open my door. They’re fathers who kiss their babies. They’re men who aren’t afraid to cry. They’re soldiers guarding their own homes.

My husband is the kind of man who is as tender as he is fierce. He is as passionate as he is strong. He is as kind as he is fearsome. He defends his family with valiant passion, loves his God with unwavering devotion, sacrifices for his wife without second thought. That’s a man. That’s masculinity. And any woman who would be threatened by such a thing needs to take a long look in the mirror.

It does not make a man Neolithic that he should be a visual, sexual creature. It does not make a man domineering that he should wish to open a door for a woman. Women scream for gender equality, but if you ask me, what they’re really screaming for is female superiority.

No, thanks.

It’s a big enough deal to me that we figure out this whole gender equality thing, that I wrote an entire book about it. I wanted, for once, to read a love story about people who stick together. I wanted to read a love story about a man and a woman who embrace their inherent gender roles, work together, and face the world arm in arm, not one in front of the other. Gender equality—true gender equality—is about embracing what makes women inherently feminine (and NO, that’s not pink lace and glitter), and what makes men inherently masculine (again, that’s not chest beating and gun toting). Femininity is at its heart, about the inherent empathy of our sex. It’s about embracing our natural instinct to nurture and love. And masculinity, at its heart, is about men embracing their God-given instinct to protect. Both are rooted in love. And neither have anything to do with pink or blue or glitter or camouflage or the length of your hair or the length of your shorts or any of the nonsense we associate with gender.

So ladies, let’s stop pretending like we’re screaming for equality when we call men Neanderthals for being exactly how they were designed to be. Maybe one of these days we’ll finally figure out that gender equality—TRUE equality—is exactly how God intended it. He is, after all, both male and female.

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.