{"id":541,"date":"2022-08-04T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-04T19:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/?p=541"},"modified":"2022-07-31T01:30:29","modified_gmt":"2022-07-31T09:30:29","slug":"guest-post-maria-schneider","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/2022\/08\/04\/guest-post-maria-schneider\/","title":{"rendered":"Guest post: Maria Schneider"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n

Remember when I used to have guests posts, back in the day? I have one this week! Maria Schneider<\/strong> of Bear Mountain Books<\/a><\/strong><\/em> has been wonderfully supportive of the Keeley series, and I thought her magical, genre-crossing books might be interesting to some of you, so I asked her to give me something special. Over to you, Maria!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It\u2019s gardening season again! I go out every morning to water and plant. Had just started the sprinkler, when I realized a bird had become tangled in the support strings hanging off the tomato cages used to prop up large tomato vines.<\/p>\n

Upon closer inspection the fluttering, frantic \u201cbird\u201d was actually a baby dragon. \u201cNot again,\u201d I muttered. Dragons were so temperamental. Birds couldn\u2019t singe me while I freed them either.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, you. Hold still.\u201d I shut the water off, leaving the poor baby dripping. His dark blue head feathers hadn\u2019t yet hardened into spines. Most of his iridescent scales were a mix of brown, light yellow and white. Later in life he\u2019d probably turn more beige and sage to match the desert terrain.<\/p>\n

I retrieved clippers from my garden cart, an old rag that used to be a kitchen towel and approached slowly. The dragon\u2019s eyes were huge, wide orbs staring piteously up at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re gonna hafta hold still,\u201d I ordered. \u201cI\u2019ll cut you free.\u201d Scissors would be a better tool, but I hated to leave him there, dripping, sad, and at his young age, vulnerable.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo not flame me,\u201d I instructed, cutting at string behind him. This particular piece of twine wasn\u2019t holding him at all, but he needed to adjust to my intent.\u00a0Snip, Snip. The string frayed instead of cutting clean, but I kept at it. The dragon\u2019s snout was wide open in distress.<\/p>\n

\u201cGimme a couple of minutes and you\u2019ll be free.\u201d I ran the old towel down his back, squeegeeing his scales and accidentally smashing down a few feathers. He looked worse for it, but he barely dripped anymore. I finally freed one clawed foot. Predictably, he tried to fly, but his wing still had a cotton string running under and around. I latched onto it and half pulled, half cut the threads. He shredded the rest of the string and left a pretty good sized trench in the back of my hand from a toothy, smokey strike.<\/p>\n

\u201cDammit!\u201d I snatched my hand back. \u201cEase up, little one!\u201d More cutting and suddenly he squawked, much like a bird, and bounced off the wire gate. He was still pathetically wet and in such a hurry, he splatted rather ungracefully onto the ground face-first.<\/p>\n

A large shadow covered the sun, putting me and the little dragon in a gloomy, dark shade. The baby bobbed onto clawed feet, trilled an excited call and stared over my shoulder.<\/p>\n

I swallowed hard, still leaning over the little guy. The clippers were a visible, threatening, but inadequate weapon.<\/p>\n

With my heart making more noise than the baby dragon, I dared turn my head and only my head. Like a giant scaled bear sitting on her haunches, there was mom dragon. Her gray snout wound between two juniper trees, easily capable of taking a chunk out of my butt, which was inconveniently still high in the air. I knew the rules. Humans who saw what they weren\u2019t supposed to see had to die, lest the magical others be discovered. \u201cNever saw a thing,\u201d I said. \u201cWouldn\u2019t dream of telling a soul.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her diamond eyes seemed small compared to those of the baby dragon, but that was because her head was longer than my leg. She didn\u2019t blink, letting slit, golden eyes convey a very nasty threat. She didn\u2019t let loose with flame, even though a mysterious forest fire that cindered me, my house and my garden would likely be blamed on an errant lightning strike. Her gaze did search the sky hopefully, but the desert of New Mexico is often devoid of clouds.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot a soul,\u201d I repeated, while baby dragon fluttered, fluffed and hopped over to his mother.<\/p>\n

A tail many times larger than the largest of rattlesnakes snaked out from behind a pinon pine, gathering junior dragon inside protective scales and muscles. His protesting squawk was a direct result of her hurry and displeasure.<\/p>\n

I straightened. No sense dying in a bad position.<\/p>\n

She regarded me with solemn focus before one giant, black talon stepped back. Scales rippled with desert colors, reflecting gray-brown tree limbs mixed with mottled green and blue sage speckled with chamisa yellow.<\/p>\n

\u201cNary a word,\u201d a dry, hot wind boomed.<\/p>\n

My hair blew straight back, and the ends split from the sudden heat. \u201cNot a word,\u201d I agreed with a very emphatic nod.<\/p>\n

Of course I was lying. In the dark of the night, behind closed doors, I write about dragons all the time. Dragons of Wendal<\/strong><\/em> is the first book of one such series. Sure, it\u2019s billed as fiction. No need to have mom dragon come back looking for me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You can find Dragons of Wendal<\/em> on Amazon<\/a> and also available as an ebook on Google Play<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maria E. Schneider writes cozy mysteries (Executive Lunch<\/a> – Sedona
O\u2019Hala series), romantic fantasy (Dragons of Wendal<\/a> series), thriller
urban fantasy (Under Witch Moon<\/a> – Moon Shadow series) and the odd book that fits nowhere. Her books are sold across retailers. You can find her at her blog: www.BearMountainBooks.com<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Remember when I used to have guests posts, back in the day? I have one this week! Maria Schneider of Bear Mountain Books has been wonderfully supportive of the Keeley series, and I thought her magical, genre-crossing books might be interesting to some of you, so I asked her to give me something special. Over … Continue reading “Guest post: Maria Schneider”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[32],"tags":[34,33],"class_list":["post-541","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-guest-posts","tag-bear-mountain-books","tag-maria-schneider"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=541"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":544,"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541\/revisions\/544"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=541"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=541"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laylalawlor.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=541"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}