Ancients of Light

Ancients of Light

Monday, July 13, 2015

Fallen, Book 5, Ancients of Light - Release Date

I knew knew knew this was coming, but I’ve been playing the avoidance game as well as any of my Realm ladies. The only thing that I didn’t know was the ‘when’ and now I do, so I can advise you all as well.

Any of you that follow the Ancients on Facebook likely know that my life on a personal front has been more than chaotic – for reasons I have cited (career, kids, selling home, moving) and for reasons I have not. There has been much lost sleep, an inordinate amount of stress and very little time spent in the Realm. That created more stress, because the Realm and its crazy females are therapy for me -  a soothing escape where I can check out and pretty much ram a sword through anything or anyone that I find particularly problematic. 

Were I endowed with Kat’s magic during the last few months, the old Scurvy Palace would likely have gone “poof” into another dimension.  On a good day.  On a few of the worse days, I would likely have chanted Bibbity, Bobbity, BOOM and imploded that place… and my work laptop… probably a few contrary people… the dog that ate my sofa... 

I lost almost three months worth of editing time this spring. It was a disaster. Fallen should have been on your kindle in the next two weeks if I’d been able to follow the very detailed editing plan I’d set out for myself back in February.  

By the 5th book, you would have think I might have figured out this truth - I am not super-human and if I try to be, I make myself insane. 

NOTE TO SELF:  I have no superpowers. Kat does. Leave all amazing feats to Kat and crew.

My editing time evaporated. My process is that I write the book, and then I rewrite/edit the book, and then I rewrite/edit the book again, and then I send it to Kathy and let her polish it sparkly.  I am finishing up Round 1 rewrite/edits. I could publish a poorly written story (by skipping Round 2) and be done with it, but I won’t.  Maeve deserves the story that you have all been waiting for all these months.  That is what she will get, and that is what I will publish.  I have conferred with my amazing editor to nail down a timeline. I can tell you today that Fallen will be released on September 30, 2015.

 I apologize for the delay.  Sincerely.  Barring any major catastrophes, my life is pretty settled now.  We are in the new Scurvy Palace (Scurvy Palace 2.0), we should finalize the sale of the old house within the next month, the family is happy, healthy, and settled, and life is once again manageable.

The good news is that Marcus and Elyssa are chattering up a storm (yes, you get Marcus and a female that is entirely new to you and the Realm in Book #6.  If I can get the editing done quickly enough on Fallen, you might get a preview of them at the end of it).  I also have a good foundation already written for Book #6 and it will probably not be the 600 or 700 page endeavor that Mistaken and Fallen both have been.  That means I’ll should be back to a normal publication schedule – I expect to publish #6 within 8 to 10 months after Fallen is released (if not earlier).

Thanks again for sticking with me and I apologize again for the disappointment.  I am hoping you will find Maeve worth the wait.  You can let me know in September.  If you have questions in the meantime, always feel free to drop me a note through the website or on the Ancients Facebook page. I am always happy to chat about the Realm.


Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Get Sassified - Summer Author Train Trip

Welcome to the 7th stop in the Get Sassified -  Summer Author Train Trip.  

On this leg of the journey, we breach the veil of the Realm, entering territory uncharted by mortals. 

As you alight for this magical trek though the land of the Ancients of Light, you’ll encounter powerful Witches and warrior Vampire in the mystical scapes and glorious castles of old world Europe. 

Concealed from human eyes by magical protections, those same spells will keep you from wandering into the midst of the battles between these preternatural inhabitants waging war over the fate of mankind.

 At this stop on the tour, enter to win an Ancients of Light notebook replica of Chosen, Ancients of Light Book 1 or one of three eCopies of Mistaken, Ancients of Light Book 4 simply by clicking on this magical portal – here – and visiting the Ancients of Light page and the Sassy Queens page on Facebook.

Please make certain to like the Sassy Queens page, our awesome hosts for this hop, while you’re there.

Your next stop will be hosted by the amazing A. K. Michaels. Visit her page here and discover the incredible sights in store for you in Las Vegas.

The Sassy Summer Train will complete its journey on 6 p.m. EST on Saturday, June 20th, so make certain to catch all the stops and then go here to enter for a chance to win a $75 giftcard.  

(Note – you must enter all giveaways at each Authors’ page in order to be eligible for the grand prize drawing $75 giftcard. The beginning of the ride, Station One, is on the Sassy Queens page - here.)

Friday, May 1, 2015

Fallen - Cover Reveal

In the Very Beginning
Hell raised the Darkest Warriors
One with Greater Purpose than all others

 The Dark Queen
Before the first Witch Queen was brought forth
A female of limitless power would rise
Maeve was interloper in the Realm, mired in divine secrets

Her Warrior
A fierce defender of the Light
A primeval act of betrayal forged Broderick’s fate
Setting him apart from the one he’d loved since the beginning

A Destiny that Predates Time
Two of the most powerful beings in creation
In search of Redemption
A fated destiny will take them down opposite paths
On a journey to forgiveness for the Fallen 

Available July 2015
© 2015 Heather Fleener / Scurvy Palace Publishing
Cover designer: Mirella Santana

Welcome to the Realm
In the Beginning, there were Vampire...

Man’s fall from grace sparked the birth of the Dark creatures from the underworld. To counter the explicit threat to mankind, divinely-created immortals were brought forth. The Witch encompassed seven Castes of power; their magic was most effective against the nefarious agenda pursued by the evil ones.

The war has raged since the beginning of human history. Ancients of Light is the series detailing the stories of the immortals that will fulfill an arcane prophecy and bring about the conclusion of the supernatural conflict.

Heather lives in Indiana with her husband, D.A. and their twins, Thomas and Alexandra. Professionally she has spent her career working in the area of Intellectual Property law.

Reading has been a passion of hers since she was young. The romantic styles of Judith McNaught and Julie Garwood are her inspiration. Her fascination with the paranormal began to form at the young age of six, watching late-night ghost and vampire movies with her Grandpa. Unfortunately, as a result, she also remains afraid of the dark to this day.

Combining her love of epic romances and the supernatural was a natural progression for her imagination. When the idea for the Ancient of Light series began, it was an abstract storyline rambling around in her head to help kill a few miles on the treadmill.  As the stories and plotlines continued to grow, it finally became necessary to put the words to paper and build the characters that had been living in the Realm in her head for months.

The series is a testament to many miles on the treadmill and lots of characters that insist on having their stories told.

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Monday, April 6, 2015

Copyright © 2015
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic format in any manner whatsoever without written permission from Heather Fleener.

Kneeling, the prayer that whispered past her lips was as natural as breathing. The words sent Heavenward were more for her comfort than the girl whose cold hand rested in her own.  Sydney’s soul was long departed and already embraced by lost loved ones or tortured in the fiery bowels of the Devil’s domain.  It had always bothered Maeve that she was never quite certain she had reached this one, and now she realized she’d been tragically wrong to assume there was plenty of time to do so.
The girl had once been human, and as such, had a soul that needed a path. Transitioning to an immortal state did not change that significant part of a human’s make-up… it was the reason Maeve had always watched over the transitioned more diligently than the true immortals. These Vampire, in her mind, remained under the same directive of protection as the humans. Their beautifully conceived souls were precious to God, and it devastated Maeve that the girl had met an untimely demise before she was able to be certain of the girl’s path in the afterlife.
In less than two hours the sun would breach the horizon and the city street running crossways at the end of the alley that was now barren would be teeming with human traffic. If one of Gideon’s patrols had not been drawn in, scenting immortal blood, Sydney’s strategically placed corpse would have been burnt to ash by the morning sun, leaving no trace of her gruesome demise. The Coven would have never known to mourn her loss.
That same scent bathed Maeve’s senses, along with the overwhelming stench of death. Congealed gore painted the alcove between the high rise buildings. Syd’s heart no longer resided in her chest… carved out, only a gaping cavern remained. The extraction had been performed while the young female was alive.
An inordinate amount of strength was required for that type of maneuvering, even on a younger member of the breed. Discarded to the side of the body, the organ had been crushed beneath the boot of her killer. Chalky pallor haunted the small brunette’s skin; Sydney had been drained in a tediously slow manner.  Puddles of blood pooled beneath wrists that were torn open, and the jagged edges of the gashes told that the flesh had been repeatedly torn each time her Vampiric healing began to knit the wounds closed. Ragged skin also marred her torso, similar dissections riddled that flesh, allowing her viscera to spill over her sides with the blood. 
Maeve hung her head-anger and damnation held equally tenacious tenterhooks in her soul. She had lost another charge, and reacted as though the tally physically burned into her flesh. Knowing her spirit was likely as blemished as the corpse on the ground, the guilt was an acidic shard jabbing into a heart that was so damaged it was a wonder to her that she could find the energy to care for anyone any longer.
Inhaling deeply, an exercise to bury the pain deep, Maeve could garner the presence of no Vampire except Gideon.  Having been so lost in herself, she had failed to notice his arrival.  He and Grace continued in a hushed exchange of words until interrupted by the voice of a male that Maeve did not recognize. The trio journeyed to her location, and Gideon’s footfalls paused at her side where she crouched over Sydney. The sounds of his movement told her that he had lowered to kneel next to her, and his quick assessment followed. “There is no sign of resistance… that requires a damned lot of skill.” 
Maeve did not acknowledge his statement-there was no need. Gideon’s expertise in this area was unmatched. Decades ago, she recalled telling him that his supernatural sleuthing made him something of a Sherlock Holmes. Having recently spent more time with him and those under his command, she’d now liken him more to something of a cross Holmes and an X-men… with fangs… supersized. 
She fully expected that he would inspect the body more thoroughly and was startled when his hand gripped her chin to swivel her head in his direction. Jerking back, her eyes flared before flashing black and zeroing in on his. The unexpected contact was not well received, and her reaction told him the answer before he ever tossed out the question. “You okay?”
Rather than stare into those probing eyes that always saw too much, Maeve turned her gaze back to the corpse. “I am not the one that was gutted.” There wasn’t an ounce of sarcasm in the retort, only Maeve’s stoic matter-of-factness. 
Shaking his head, Gideon’s sigh told Maeve he would love to psychoanalyze her. Instead of pressing Maeve to reveal her inner turmoil, he slipped a hand beneath Sydney’s head.  A quick probe along the length of her spine confirmed his suspicions. “Her neck is broken… she was incapable of movement, but not dead until just a short time ago.”
Rolling the body to assess for other unseen wounds, a twinkle of metal beneath her torso caught his eye the same time as Maeve’s.  She was quicker.  Gold flashed in the hazy pre-dawn light, the speed of Maeve’s retrieval causing the heavy chain attached to the disc to whip around her wrist. Narrowing her focus in study of the piece, she palmed the medallion when Gideon would have grabbed it for inspection. Her eyes washed in a veil of black as she rocketed to her feet with a growl. “That son of a bitch…”
There were very few who incited Maeve to any level of emotion, but only one could cause her to be consumed by it. Gideon had seen enough to know the medallion was of Ancient origin-her reaction told him the rest. “It is impossible that Broderick could have tracked you, much less identified one of your Coven.” 
His words were wasted-Maeve had already paced to the narrow opening between the two buildings on either side. Hurrying after her, Gideon needed to calm the Dark Queen, center her thoughts, before she did something foolish. He heard her murmured words, and knew they were not directed to anyone in her present company. “He has made his decision.”
Certain the grief he had witnessed in her earlier was amped up substantially more in that utterance, Gideon wasn’t about to hold his question. “What decision?”
“He has done this before…” Though Maeve’s eyes were clear when they met his, her words spoke mysteries and her voice had gone distant to another time… a faraway place. Gideon had known the Dark Queen long enough to understand that there were secrets wrapped up in her that were best left unexplored.
“What has he done?” When she stopped at the edge of the walk and glanced upwards Gideon believed he might have a chance to force Maeve to reconsider the bent towards murder that had been plainly etched in her visage. Something had caught her attention and she looked skyward for long moments, cocking her head as though listening.  The expression she returned to him hinted that she wasn’t pleased by whatever she’d thought she might have heard.
Instead of answer directly, Maeve flipped the medallion in her palm. “This wasn’t left here by accident, Gideon.  Broderick is too seasoned a warrior to make such a mistaken.”  Her gaze returned to it as her finger explored the patterns engraved in the piece. “This is an invitation…”
Gideon rounded the corner to pursue Maeve further down the walk, but he wasn’t certain she was aware that she was moving. The Dark Queen’s eyes had turned white and the power emanating from her would have been enough to halt his progression if his Ancient strength hadn’t made it possible for him to push through the force.  “An invitation to what?”
“War.” The word hung between them for only a second before Maeve disappeared.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

New Year, New Website

We did a total redesign of the Ancients of Light website over the holidays, and it launched today! will now be a major source of info for all things Ancient and the Realm - Trailers, Teasers, Book Info, Purchase Links, Series Announcements, Character details.

Have a peek -


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