Talk About It Tuesday- Terry Maggert


Terry Maggert has three series, Halfway Witchy, Heartborn, The Fearless. 

Left-handed. Father of an apparent nudist. Husband to a half-Norwegian. Herder of cats and dogs. Lover of pie. I write books. I’ve had an unhealthy fascination with dragons since the age of– well, for a while. Native Floridian. Current Tennessean. Location subject to change based on insurrection, upheaval, or availability of coffee. Nine books and counting, with no end in sight. You’ve been warned.


He shared two pieces from his current work in progress, Moonborn:


Livvy Foster has a new heart, home, and a place in the powerful halls of House Windhook. The fall of Sliver was only the beginning of a civil war that sees angels from across the sky challenge each other to lead a world in which the past and the future are connected by a storm crafted from time, ambition, and power.

When House Selinus attempts to bend the light of days in order to become the supreme power in an apocalyptic future, they confront a goddess who is older than time itself– and she’ll stop at nothing to get the one soul who escaped her deadly grasp: Livvy.

With deceit, war and love swirling in the clouds above a shattered world that was once Livvy’s home, she’ll be asked to do something a girl with a broken heart never thought possible.
Fight for Windhook. Fight for her world.
Take wing with Livvy, one heartbeat at a time.


Chapter Four: Answers

Breakfast consisted of berries so sour that Livvy almost choked.

“They’re an acquired taste,” Saiinov said through a smile. He was in high spirits since all of his children would be filtering in and out as the day wore on. Habira, Prista, and the twins, Banu and Vesta were busy doing the quiet work that House Windhook needed to position itself as a regional power. There was a vacuum opening across the greater skies, and Windhook would be ready to fill it. When she pressed him for details, Livvy was met by a shrug.

“Am I a member of this family?” Her question brought Saiinov up short. Seated around the table, Vasa, Cressa, and Garrick watched the interplay between Livvy and the man who would now assume a role not unlike that of her father. After a long moment, he simply nodded. “Then tell me what’s going on.” There was no negotiation, or pleading. She stated her needs, and sat back, hands folded in her lap like a judge waiting to hear the story of an accused criminal.

“She needs to know, even if the context isn’t clear.” Vasa sipped something from a tall glass and inclined her head toward Saiinov. The tiny signal was only possible after years of marriage; like many couples, they had visual code that spoke more clearly than any words ever could.

He wiped his mouth with care, stalling for time. When he spoke, it was with the voice of a teacher. “Contrary to my hopes, Sliver didn’t fall through the clouds. It still exists, and it will remain a center of power, but reduced. We aim to gather allies and tools to make certain there is no rebirth of the Crescent Council. Our children are eminently able, and we all know our roles. Even you have a part to play, and I hope you’re ready. I know we’re asking a great deal of you so soon after your surgery.” He looked askance at Vasa, who shrank for a moment, awash with the remembrance of Keiron.

Livvy’s fingers traced her scar, but not from shame. She felt too good to let regret rob her of the vitality that hummed in her body. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Saiinov chuckled, shaking his head at her tenacity. “You’re right.” His sigh was long and shallow. “You’re more than a part of this family, Livvy. We gave something precious so that you might live, and now we’re going to ask you to give it all back. And more.” His eyes were hard.

“I figured this wasn’t a sightseeing trip.” She sounded resigned, but in control. The girl who left earth was gone, but vestiges of her practicality lingered on.

“That’s actually true. At least for the next three days or so. You’re going to learn a great deal in a short span of time, and Garrick is going to help you.” Saiinov’s tone matched his expression, and Livvy saw the light of command in his eyes.

“She’ll do more than that.” Vasa looked outward, where a shadow indicated someone wheeling in to land on the aerie. “But that must wait. Livvy, I’ll speak to you tonight. For now, I’ve left something for you in your room. You’re going to need proper equipment for tomorrow.”

“What am I learning?” Livvy burned with curiosity. Everything about her newfound life was a revelation that wavered between joy and fear.

Vasa’s smile was bland. “We’re going to teach you how to be an angel.”


Thanks, Terry!

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