M.D. Grimm – Amethyst: Bow and Arrow

Good day everyone!

My name is M.D. Grimm and I will be your host today.

I would really love to use this opportunity and talk about my soon-to-be released novel AMETHYST: BOW AND ARROW. It’s slated to be released in June.


This is Book #3 in fact, in my “Stones of Power” series with Torquere Press. The first two are: RUBY: LOST AND FOUND and PERIDOT: WAR AND PEACE. I am very proud of this series and hope to publish all 13 books I have planned for it.

To give a little background for this series: it is a fantasy series centering around a dark mage named Lord Morgorth and his dialen (think cross between the appearance of a Tolkien elf and the social/cultural structure of American Indians) mate, Aishe. Aishe is a sexy warrior with shoulder-length white hair, piercing green eyes, and a lean, well-toned body. Yeah, Morgorth is so freaking lucky. Aishe is also a superb archer and quite handy with a sword, among other weapons.

Here are the blurbs for Books 1 and 2:


Morgorth is a mage on the planet Karishian. There is little else he hates more than the Stones of Power – gemstones which were infused with magick by the first seven mages ever born. So when a sorcerer gets ahold of a major stone – a ruby – Morgorth has no other choice but to go after him. But, to his irritation, he is not alone. Aishe is a dialen whose tribe was massacred by the sorcerer and now he is on a mission of vengeance. The attraction is instant between them but Morgorth keeps his distance. Because of a traumatic childhood and a deadly destiny, he has no desire for emotional complications. But Aishe’s very presence challenges Morgorth’s resolve. 

Not only does Morgorth begin to admire Aishe’s strength and mind, but he begins to see him as a friend. As their hunt continues and their time together lengthens, their bond deepens as does Morgorth’s fear. If he becomes the monster that destiny claims he will, would he hurt Aishe? Would he harm the one person who saw right through him? Who accepted him wholeheartedly? Determined to not let that happen, Morgorth keeps Aishe at a distance but when Aishe is kidnapped by the sorcerer, what will Morgorth do to get him back?


Morgorth is known as the Dark Mage of the North. But now all he feels is light and love as he pursues a budding relationship with Aishe, a dialen of the Ravena tribe. Morgorth hardly believes his good fortune. He has allowed Aishe into his home, into his bed, into his heart. He laughs more, smiles more, and feels happier than he ever has before. 

He should have known such bliss never lasts. 

The Council of Mages, the ruling body over all mages on Karshian, knows he has Rambujek, a major stone of power — a stone won from a sorcerer. They also know his destiny — to become the Destroyer. Fearful, they send two emissaries to take the stone from Morgorth, using whatever means necessary. This includes tricks, threats to those under his protection, and the threat of war. A war Morgorth knows he would never survive. 

Conflict soon arises between him and Aishe. Their tenuous relationship is put into jeopardy, their very beliefs about themselves and their love is put into question. Morgorth doubts if he should keep Aishe in his life. Can he protect Aishe from the monster he might become as well as his enemies?

And here is the one for book 3:


Every story has more than one point of view. 

As the mate to the Dark Mage Morgorth, Aishe has learned a lot about magick, love, and himself. He tries to find a home with Morgorth, to be accepted into his world; to survive in a world full of magick, treachery and deception. But all the while he struggles to keep a secret about his past and their intertwined destinies. Despite all the obstacles thrown at both of them, Aishe is determined to stay by Morgorth’s side, no matter what the future brings — even if that future turns dark with death should Morgorth embrace his grim destiny. 

But when Morgorth leaves with his mentor to collect another stone of power, Aishe is left behind. It is then that a surprise attack comes and Aishe, determined to protect and defend his new home, decides to take the invaders on by himself. It might prove to be too much for him to handle… especially when he learns the one who leads the invaders is a mage. 

The third book in the “Stones of Power” series allows us a glimpse inside the mind of Lord Morgorth’s better half, a dialen named Aishe: his motivations, his personal sorrows, and his struggle to find a place to call home.

…interesting, right??

The first two stories are exclusively from Morgorth’s POV, so it was a challenge and an experience to write in Aishe’s POV. I didn’t know him as well as I did Morgorth, and I went through several revisions before I settled on the sort of story I would tell. This won’t be the only time we’re inside Aishe’s head but it is the only book exclusively in his POV. A lot was riding on this story, character and motivation-wise. AMETHYST really had to show the reader, without a doubt, that Aishe was the perfect mate for Morgorth, as well as show why the heck he would put up with the mage. J

I think it does all that, and I hope you do as well!

If you’d like to learn more about the series in general, please visit my blog on my website at: mdgrimmwrites.com

You can purchase the books here: Torquere Press: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=358&zenid=444c592bdcc1f41429342cd14e02289e

And get the print version on Amazon here:

This might be a fantasy series but the true heart and core of the books is the relationship between Morgorth and Aishe, and their relationship with others in their world.

Despite Morgorth being far more complicated psychologically and emotionally than Aishe, Aishe brought his own challenges. I argued with him at several points during the writing and demanded he tell me how he wants his story to be presented. He never answered, making me work for it. Jerk. Anyway, we got through it with our friendship still intact and I went on to write and complete Book 4 and am in the middle of writing Book 5.

One very significant thing happens in AMETHYST which is expanded on in Book 4. I’ve hinted in Books 1 and 2 that Morgorth and Aishe have meet before, but only Aishe remembers the encounter. There is a reason for that, and no, it isn’t a plot hole. I meant to do that. In AMETHYST that secret is revealed to us readers, but Morgorth still doesn’t know about it. He won’t until Book 4. I had planned to reveal it in Book 4 but since AMETHYST is in Aishe’s head, it would seem foolish not to mention it. And I think it turned out very well. Some readers who’ve read Books 1 and 2 might have already guessed it, but that’s okay. I wasn’t trying to be cryptic about it, but neither did I want it to be obvious.  But it’s laid out pretty clearly in AMETHYST and I dearly hope I can publish Book 4 soon after, since these two books, more than any of the others, are intimately linked.

Well, I think that’s it for me. But I won’t leave until I give you a fun little taste about what you can expect from Aishe:

AMETHYST: BOW AND ARROW Excerpt: (work safe) 


I sprang to my feet just as Grekel charged out from behind the trees. His fur stood on end, and his eyes were large, his pupils mere pinpricks. He looked… afraid? What could put fear in the heart of a wichtln? 

“Grekel, report.” 

“A kellpy!” He growled with such venom, I was slightly taken aback. Recovering quickly, I grabbed my bow and quiver. I couldn’t use the new arrows yet; they weren’t finished. I hoped I had enough. 

“What happened?” I ran after the wichtln, easily keeping pace with him. He weaved through the trees, leaping over roots. I did the same, the trees seeming to know the urgency as they did not hinder us. I heard some of the pack following us on all sides. Instinctive fear crawled over my skin, but I reminded myself that they were on my side. 

Grekel’s voice was so growly I could barely understand him when he spoke. “Unknown kellpy stole Drussa’s pups.” 

Cold froze my gut. I knew what kellpies were: vicious monsters that lived in lakes, often taking the form of white horses with red eyes. They were related to the revenai of the Underworld but with enough form and substance to exist on the surface of Karishian. I’d never seen one up close. That was about to change. 


“Iger will find him. Move now!” Grekel commanded in a way I had never heard from him. I hoped Morgorth would come soon; we didn’t have much time before the pups would be drowned and devoured. 

The trees thinned, a large river revealing itself. It had been frozen, but the ice had recently been shattered in a large circle. Underneath the ice, the water flowed swiftly. That was how the kellpy had traveled here. It most likely saw the pups playing near the water and couldn’t resist. 

I realized only half the pack had followed Grekel; the other half was currently fighting the kellpy — it was a lot bigger than I imagined. Its body was pure white, while its hair was a light, frozen blue that seemed to be blown by wind. But there was no wind at the moment. Its red eyes had square pupils which flickered and twitched, keeping all its enemies in focus. Its hooves were black and sharp, standing impossibly on the flowing water. I skidded to a stop and nocked an arrow, aiming for the blood red eyes. The kellpy stamped and kicked, keeping the pack away. The pack was snarling and snapping, using every means they could to distract the beast from its target. That was when I noticed the puppies. Their little paws were iced over, latching them to the sheet of ice over the river. They whined and struggled against their bonds, but every time an adult got close enough to free them, the kellpy would send ice spikes at them. Then other adults would snap at the kellpy’s legs. 

Neither side could keep this up for much longer. 

The pups looked drenched, and they were shivering. If they didn’t get dry soon, they would die, saving the kellpy the trouble of drowning them. 

I took a breath, held it, then let loose my arrow. It whistled through the air, and for a moment I thought that my aim would prove true. But the kellpy noticed it just in time to flinch. The arrow still struck its thick neck. It reared up on its hind legs, sending out an ear-shattering scream. 

“Grekel!” I shouted, running forward. “Distract it! Everyone!” 

The entire pack risked death by sliding across the cracking ice, keeping only themselves in the kellpy’s sights. I dropped my bow, shucked off my quiver and heavy coat, called myself a fool, and dropped to my knees on the ice. My momentum slid me forward, and I used my hands to steady my speed. I reached the pups in a heartbeat, and yanked out my dagger, hacking ruthlessly at the ice manacles. The pups whimpered and struggled but didn’t attack me. They knew I was there to save them. 

I kept part of my attention on the kellpy, and I knew the moment it realized what I was doing. It shrieked again and charged me, the pack close at its heels. I got one pup free and tossed him none-too-gently to the shore. He landed with a whimper of pain but quickly got up and immediately turned around to start barking madly at the kellpy. He didn’t have much sense. 

I barely managed to dodge getting pummeled by the kellpy’s hooves. I rolled, slid awkwardly, but quickly steadied myself. Sweat slid down my face, my limbs shaking with fear and cold. The kellpy was now on the ice, its weight barely making a dent; whereas I was making the ice crack underneath me. I swallowed hard, my breath forming clouds of mist in front of my face. 

Similar mist was being formed by the kellpy as it stared me down. I bared my teeth, carefully stood, and lifted my dagger. 

I said something I’d heard Morgorth say a couple of times. “Bring it on.” 

The kellpy shrieked and charged me again, hooves clattering steadily on the ice. I threw myself, knowing I couldn’t run on ice, to the side and rolled, coming up on my knees. The kellpy now had its back to the pup and the pack. I didn’t even glance to see what the pack was doing, knowing they were taking the advantage of me being the distraction to free the pup. 

The kellpy was no longer thinking about food. It just wanted death. My arrow still stuck out of its neck. Pinkish blood oozed from the wound. It bared its teeth — they were sharp, black, and unnervingly big. 

Mother, protect me. 

“What are you waiting for?” I said, my taunt clear. 

But just as the kellpy was about to charge me again, a streaming ball of red came shooting out of nowhere, striking the kellpy hard on its side. It flew off its hooves and slammed hard onto the opposite shore, letting out a scream of pain. 

My head whipped around. Morgorth stood on the shore, his hand outstretched, his eyes burning. The wichtln who had to be Iger ran past Morgorth, joining the rest of the pack. The little puppy I had saved was dancing around Morgorth’s legs, apparently thrilled. But then he raced back to the edge of the water and started whimpering, obviously wanting his sibling back. 

Master Ulezander stayed near the tree line, his arms crossed, his eyes missing nothing. 

The kellpy got to its feet slowly. It rounded on Morgorth and charged across the ice. Obviously, it was a kellpy who didn’t know what forest it had traveled into or who ruled it. It was about to get a hard lesson. 

With a flick of his hand and a murmured word, Morgorth sent the kellpy shooting up into the air, and then down to the ground, slamming it once again on the opposite shore. The wichtln were now all off the ice, surrounding their puppies, who were shivering and whimpering. Grekel stood outside that circle, watching the kellpy, noticeably closer to Morgorth than the others of the pack. 

I was now the only one on the ice. I stood carefully, sheathing my dagger. A muscle in my leg burned, and I suspected that I’d pulled it. Wincing, I carefully stepped toward the shore, but the ice had had enough. I gave a shout as I plunged into the cold water, which lashed at my flesh the moment it touched me. The air was sucked immediately out of my lungs as I scrambled for the surface. But the water still moved swiftly under the ice as it tried to pull me to my death. I managed to grip the icy edge above me with one hand, but without air, I wouldn’t be able to pull myself up. 

While it felt like a panicked, terrifying eternity, it was only a few seconds. I suddenly felt pressure all around me, and the sensation of being lifted. I gasped in breaths of air as I broke the surface, shivering violently, my muscles clenching. I vaguely realized I was in a bubble of force — something I’d seen Morgorth create at times — and it was Master Ulezander who had formed it around me. I reached the shore, and the bubble disappeared. 

I coughed and gasped, desperately wanting warmth, unable to move beyond curling tighter into myself.

That’s all! I thought about cutting it off after he fell into the ice, but I decided not to be that cruel. *smiles*

Mark your calendars! I’ll let you know as soon as I know the exact date of the release. You can find me on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001710645622 

May dragons guard your dreams,

M.D. Grimm

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  1. Thank you so much for being a guest M.D.! Wow, 13 books! That’s amazing. I don’t know that I could carry a series that long. Sounds like a great series! Thank you for sharing with us!

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