Happy Dance Thursday Throw Out!!

Well it is once again Thursday, and I am happy as a clam today!!

Last night, at about 8:30 pm, I finished my edits on Muse!! I was so excited I got up and did the happy dance!! My child officially thinks I have lost it, and maybe I have, but I was celebrating!! I just have one last read through to go and then I am re-releasing Muse to the masses!!! So hopefully by next week I will have the link's up for purchase!! Please note: This has been a labor of love for e for almost three years. I have done the majority of the editing my myself, with some help from friends and family members. SO I know it will be far from perfect, but , at this point it is as good as I am going to get it!!

About a year ago I posted the rough cut of the prologue for all to read. It seemed to be well received by my blog visitors. But since it has been a while, and I have finished editing it I thought this week I could re post. Hopefully this will pique some more interest in the novel to come.

Once again I would like to thank all that supported me along the way. Know that without your kind words of encouragement , and help, this would have never happened for me! ON TO THE  TEASER!!!


PROLOGUE


To love, to receive love in return, I have never known these things. I watch people around me pair off and they seem happy. They marry, have children,  and grow old together. For humans the possibilities are endless, but not for me.

                I have walked this earth for over two thousand years. I have taken lovers, felt the touch of a man, but have never been loved. Of course, many thought they loved me, and could not be without me, but that was all a lie. In their minds, I was everything they ever wanted. They saw what they wanted to see when they looked at me. My life is empty, it is lonely, but it is my life, if you can call it that.

I was born Erato, muse of erotic poetry and music. I left Olympus because I do not believe in the god’s way of life. I do not want to live an existence devoid of love, commitment, or choice. I yearn for the lives of humans, the idea of a soul mate. The concept calls to me. Throughout the years, I have realized this can never be my reality.

My best friend Eros, the god of love, came to Earth with me. For the past ten years, we have gone by Seth and Stella. Taking a new human name every decade or so is how we blend in. It was also necessary in order to keep our true identities secret.

                Seth is, for all intents and purposes, my only true companion. He is currently off pursuing his own interests, mainly, his interest in the female form. I have not seen him in years. Our last adventure together ended with a shootout after several bank heists. The press thought we were lovers, they also thought we were dead. Several books and movies about Bonnie and Clyde later, our story is so skewed I can finally say it is all fiction.

                I prefer my current lifestyle. Pursuing an education is easy, entertaining, and time consuming. After all, I have nothing but time. I can move between colleges, trade schools, and universities without being noticed. There is a never-ending stream of boys on campus to keep me occupied. All of my needs are met, and all of my curiosities satisfied.

 I have made a home in Minnesota. Northfield is a nice, small, college town. Summers are beautiful, winters as well. I am unsure where my path will lead after this, but for right now, I am content. Summer break is coming soon and I will see Seth. We have always been best friends, but never romantic. I wonder if he ever thinks of me that way. I shut the thought down with a sigh as I flop down onto the couch in the dormitory common room. I wonder what Jema has selected for movie night this week. The turnout is above average because of the rain, and I glance around at all of the board freshmen in the room.

God, I hope it is not Bonnie and Clyde.

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Well that is it!!! Keep your eyes peeled for the links as next weeks throwout  aproaches!!

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