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I have traveled these bleak expanses
For days, my throat parched and my lips dry and cracked
Sheltering my body as best I can
From relentless sun and sand filled wind
Battering my face
Looking for something, anything, in this place
That might approximate belief, or wisdom, even grace

Every night I have prayed to unhearing gods
Each day I walk on unencumbered still by doubt
For it was promised so long ago that on these plains
Would be the key to all of time and space
Or something yet that held the taste
Of belief, or wisdom or even grace

I cannot recall true comfort or a belly full
These days I am a hermit wanderer bent upon pursuit
Of something I’ve forgotten
Yet still I walk on, relentless against sand and wind
My raw and aching face
Faithful yet, that I might find the answer in this place
To bring me belief, wisdom, and even, yes
A little
Just a very little grace

(c) Helen Valentina 2018

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You can be any colour
Little one
Any glorious hue
Under the sky and sun
You can paint yourself
In glitter and gold
You can sing and dance
Hear every story told
You can be any colour
Little one

You can live as a rainbow
All your days
Every truth that you bestow
And everything you say
Will be so colourful
All the heavens sing
Birds of paradise
Envy now your wings
You can live as a rainbow
All your days

(c) Helen Valentina

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Open the book
So wonderful
Every dream you could
Ever, ever have
Strewn across the pages
Wondrous words
Giving you the world entire
Lighting just
The smallest fire
In your soul

Take a look
So wonderful
Every story held within
Here, here for you
Shows the world’s much bigger
Than you knew
And it’s here for you entire
Lighting just
The smallest fire
In your soul

(c) Helen Valentina 2018

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Mother Moon


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Mother moon
Tending to her children
Steady gaze
Chaos into life
Dark into light
This wonderful night

Mother moon
Softly avenging
Of man here
On ancient ships
Searching for life
Blinding their sight
This wonderful night

Mother moon
Silently ponders
Each choice
Quietly sighing
Patient, still
Breathing new life
Perfect in her sight
This wonderful night

(c) Helen Valentina 2018

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Was too wild
For this little world

Never a child
Never a little girl

Bathed in pure light
Shone like a falling star

Even in darkest night
Never fell too far

Sang her sweet song
Wildest of melody

Followed along
Lured by artistry

Ran to the night
Taking every child

Lost to our sight
Beautiful and wild

Just like Pan
But robed in pure white

As it began
Glorious to our sight

(c) Helen Valentina 2018

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The Butterfly Stone – Review


Laurie Bell’s debut young adult fantasy novel is a treat on so many levels. First off, it’s great fun – a rollicking ride that is a definite page turner with loveable characters (and some distinctly original and scary villains too…) and a plot that comes at you like a fast train, gathering you up and taking you along for a fantastic ride.

But it’s more than just that. Laurie has weaved a very original mythology that guides this novel and will provide a very intriguing through-line for future novels in the series (of which I hope there will be many). And she’s layered this with almost a political under-current – an acute understanding of what it is to be different in a society distrustful of difference.

In this her fantasy novel elevates to something more – an allegory of human nature and the very real need for diversity matched with an equally real difficulty in getting the broader group (or society) to support it. It’s very cool when a fun fantasy novel also makes you stop and think and reflect on your own attitudes to those who are different in some way. It’s a great message for the young audience the book is primarily aimed at, but it was equally compelling to this much more mature reader! And really, the writing is great and the themes universal, so this is truly a book for all ages (the young and the – hopefully still – young at heart)

Laurie’s heroine, Tracey Masters, is a magical girl in a world that doesn’t fully accept or trust magic, and she doesn’t fully understand or accept her own power either as it grows – often quite outside her own control and choice – through the story. It’s a lot for a fifteen year old to handle, on top of school and her burgeoning desire to be a private detective. Throw in school bullies, unrequited (possibly?) crushes, great loyal friends and a boisterous, very believable family and you’ve got a recipe for a rich story indeed.

Then meet The Shadowman and…well..just read chapter two for one of the most chilling and tension filled introductions to a ‘scary monster’ you’re likely to read anywhere…

I thoroughly enjoyed this novel and would recommend it to all. Actually – I’m going to put this out there – I have a ‘feeling’ about this book. I think this series and its author are destined for great things. The story is about magic, but the book itself is magic. There’s just something about it….do yourself a favour and get your copy now.

Be one of the first to know…and believe.

Helen Valentina.

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And he said rejoice
Great tidings do I bring
A prophecy
An offering
And music heralded across the sky
One time
One long, long time ago

Now he plays on city streets
He cries rejoice
To every stranger that he meets
A broken wing
As his music heralds across the sky
Here now
In this moment now

And might we recognise
This moment to rejoice?
His prophecy
Full circle comes
As music heralding across the sky
At last
At long long last

And he said rejoice
Great tidings do I bring
A prophecy
An offering
And music heralds across the sky
At last, at last again

(c ) Helen Valentina 2018

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The Butterfly Stone – Out Now

Woo Hoo! Laurie Bell’s debut young adult novel is out now! Believe the magic! Get your copy today!!

Rambles, writing and amusing musings


Beware! Something is after Tracey Masters, a Mage-kind teen in a mostly non-magical world—a world where people like Tracey are often feared, and oppressed. Add to this stress a crazy family life, the schizo pressures of school, friends, and bullies, and working a boring job as an assistant at her uncle’s detective agency for magical types, and life is not just hard, it’s chaos! That is, until a mysterious woman walks through the door with a case about a missing necklace known as the Butterfly Stone.

The case seems to be the big break Tracey is looking for to prove herself, and her abilities as Mage-kind. But she unexpectedly finds herself dangerously connected to it when the evidence takes a turn that reveals secrets from Tracey’s past, and places her friends and family in mortal danger.

She also discovers that she’s being hunted by…

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I always return to you
In the end
Steadfast you wait
Patient and calm
You know how I am
Wanderer in my soul
But I always return
To you

I know I came from you
At the start
You are my kin
Under scale and skin
But you know how I am
Independence’s child
Still I know that I came
From you

I’ll always return to you
At the end
When dusk is closing
Like life winding down
You know how I am
Wanting to come home
And I’ll always return
To you

(c ) Helen Valentina 2018

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Trust (Part Two)


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Trust me he says
His words so eloquent
A scriptwriter perhaps
Has brought him here
And PR pundits dressed him well
For all the things he’ll sell
Once again this year

He loves the crowds
They laugh at all his jokes
A comedian perhaps
Within conservative clothes
The banter suits him well
For all the things he’ll sell
For all that we know

Trust’s going cheap
Like all things are this year
A salesman perhaps
Has taught him here
A magician playing with a spell
It’s all just for the things he’ll sell
Once again this year

(c ) Helen Valentina 2018

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