Message From The Author

Author's Message


Even as a child, I thought it would be handy to have one of the great heroes of legend at my beck and call. Like that horrendous summer when I was twelve and my brother first showed his entrepreneurial skills by stealing my diary and selling peeks at it to the other neighborhood children-it would have been glorious to conjure up Cuchulain from the pages of my book of Celtic myths. He would have been able to terrorize my brother into surren- dering his prize.

Even at the age of 41 I sometimes indulge in that fantasy...

Rush hour traffic: I'm late to pick up my daughter at dance class. Suddenly, Lancelot rushes in, scattering the snarls of traffic with a single swipe of his broadsword-

Come on...'fess up. Occasionally we'd all like someone to rush in on a white charger, regardless of how deeply we believe in the tenets of feminism. That guilty secret sent me on the delightful, dream-filled journey that would become my April book from Pocket-Magic.

The setting? Ireland, where even the wind seems to whisper of enchantment. My heroine? Mary Fallon Delaney, whose one treasure is the ancient cloak brooch her dying mother had pressed into her hand when she was but six years old. "Magic..." her mother promised, spinning out a legend to comfort the little girl in her grief. The legend? Ciaran of the Mist, the most noble warrior ever to walk Ireland's hills. Bewitched, held captive in the domain of the fairies, Fallon's mother claims he is only allowed to return to the land of the mortals once every three hundred years to perform some quest set for him by the keeper of the enchanted brooch.

Through the lonely years of her childhood, Fallon keeps the brooch tucked away, the most precious of secrets. Years later, desperation drives her to test the power of the legend. She calls upon the magic, and a naked man stumbles out of the mist. This is the Ciaran of legend? Wounded, bewildered, his memory lost?

When Fallon tells him the tale, "Ciaran" insists he might have lost his memory, but Fallon has lost her mind. Yet, as he struggles to discover his past and to protect the simple people Fallon loves, he learns that sometimes believing is more powerful than any magic can be: believing in the legends that feed Irish souls and in a love he never expected to find. Whether he is the Ciaran of legend, or merely a lost man who happened into Fallon's life, he realizes one thing: he wants to be her hero for as long as the fates allow.

Of all the stories I've told, Magic is the most special to me. Perhaps because I trust in the power of believing: in love, in fate, but most of all, in yourself.

Write to Kimberly Cates at 1994 First St., Suite 123, Moline, IL 61265.

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