“The Calling” Scene 10: “The Summer”

By the end of June construction on the pool was complete and it was filled with water a few days later. Penny was ecstatic that she finally had a place to swim and it wouldn’t be necessary for her to visit her friend’s homes after spending days convincing her mother she wouldn’t tread water in the deep end.

Now that she knew what she was, however, there was no need to convince her mother have a need to go swimming.

The pool took up as much of the backyard as was feasible. Next to the house there was enough room for comfortable walking area and access to the filtration systems, but on the southeast and southwest areas around the pool he came within a few feet of the fence, giving people just enough room to walk around if it were necessary.

The one thing that made their pool different from others Penny had seen was the depth. There was only a small shallow section near the shaded patio, which quickly fell off at a sharp angle so that almost half the pool was twenty-five foot deep. Penny knew why this was necessary: her mother wanted them to have enough room to swim deep. Leigh told Penny that if any of her friends were to ask why their pool was so abnormally deep, she was to tell them that they were both considering taking up scuba diving.

The pool was filled and heated by June 30, which meant that the next morning, July 1, they could swim. Penny was ready, though the truth was she’d been ready to swim again ever since their trip to Placitas where she discovered her true form.

It was only a little after seven when Penny went into the backyard with her tall, wearing her bikini and flip-flops. She laid out her towel said flip-flops aside and, without hesitation, dove into the pool and brought herself to a point almost ten feet below the surface. She stripped off her bikini bottom and allowed it to fall to the bottom as the dictating membrane that acted as a second eyelid slid over her eyes and allowed her to see underwater with extreme clarity.

As she had practiced at Placitas Penny held her legs together and willed the transformation. In a matter of seconds limbs fused together and began to form the beautiful scaled tail that she’d seen for the last time a month earlier. With the transformation complete she drew in a deep breath of water to saturate her lungs, then swim to the bottom to pick up her bottoms so that she could leave them near the edge.

With that done she began taking slow laps around the pool.

As it happened before she couldn’t believe how easily she adapted to underwater life. A month before she was discovering her true nature; now she was gliding around her own pool as if it were no big deal. In actuality it wasn’t: she was her mother’s daughter, and her mother was a child of the ocean. Which meant that she was a child of the ocean, once removed.

With a smile on her face and a quick flick of her tail, Penny headed quickly to the deepest part of the pool then twisted upward and thrashed her tail as hard as she could. She breached the surface and sailed nearly six feet into the air before bending at the waist and diving back into the pool with a loud splash. She wasn’t worried about being seen: along with the construction of the pool her mother had had the height of the fences raise to ten feet, giving them increased privacy against inquisitive neighbors.

She floated to the bottom of the pool and rested there, laying on her back. Penny placed her hands began her head and stared up at the wavering, shimmering surface. She drew in a deep breath as she slowly flapped her tail up and down, all the while imagining the rest of this wonderful summer…

On Beyond the Curtain: Down to Business

Yes, as I said I would do, I got my nails done last night along with my brows.  I picked a dark color by OPI called Kerry Blossoms–because I had to go with that name for my polish–and then had a powder overlay applied that sort of makes them shimmer.  It’s a really nice effect–

Getting them all shinny and glowing.

Next time I’m thinking of going aqua and then having what’s known as unicorn chrome powder put on to gives me mermaid nails, which I must have.  I should put some glitter on there as well.  Because why not?

The upside to all this is now I can type again–like I’m doing now–though for all the big writing I’ll use Dragon.  And speaking of writing I did a segment for The Calling and almost five hundred and fifty words for the novel.  So not a bad night for writing.  I still need a good thousand word day, but I’ll keep taking those five hundred plus days as they add up.

After learning about The Phoenix’s lineage yesterday, it’s time to do as the title of his post suggests and get down to business.  And that’s what she does:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)


The Phoenix folder hands in her lap. “I want to talk.”


“About you.” She stood up, straightening her jacket. “Specifically, about you both.”

Kerry shrugged and glanced first at Annie then back at The Phoenix. “What you want to talk about?”

“Certainly not what everyone else at school talks about. Seems most of the people at Salem like to talk about how perfect you two are.” A strange smile slowly formed on The Phoenix’s face. “Not me: I want to talk about your flaws.”


There’s been some reader discussion regarding people at school and what they say about Annie and Kerry.  While there are some who believe they are a couple of major kiss-asses, and others who see them as nothing more than the Lovey-Dovey Couple, there are some, among whom are a few instructors, who marvel at their abilities.

Of course, those people never discuss all the things that may be wrong with these two.  Phee, however, she wants to dive deep into that shit.  And who will tell her no?


Both children stiffened while Annie shot a wary glance at the spirit. “Why would you want to talk about our flaws?” She slowly raised her right eyebrow. “Assuming, of course—”

“Don’t even try to tell me you aren’t flawed, Annie.” The Phoenix shook her head. “It would be about the biggest lie out of your mouth ever.”

Annie crossed her arms. “As you say, then.” She cast a defiant look in the direction of the spirit. “What is my weakness?”

“I didn’t say a word about weaknesses; I’m talking about flaws.” The Phoenix took a step towards Annie. “I can tell you what it isn’t: it’s certainly not affection. You’ve always gotten plenty of affection from both your parents—” She jerked a them in Kerry’s direction. “Unlike the Ginger Hair Boy over here, you’ve never had to worry about hugs and kisses and Mama and Papa saying they loved you. No, you never lacked affection. But that was never what you wanted the most from them…”

The Phoenix’s tone grew softer and more serious. “What you’ve always wanted his attention; you’ve always craved adulation. You always wanted your parents to recognize that not only were you a good girl, but you were a great witch. Even more so, once you learned their little secret, you just had to make certain they knew you were a fantastic sorceress.”

Kerry hadn’t realized he’d reacted to The Phoenix’s last statement until the spirit addressed him. “I can see and interpret your aura just fine, Kerry, so be aware that at the moment I know you want to ask something, I’m going to make certain that question is asked. So tell us what you want to know.”


Yeah, that’s kind of a bitch when this old spirit knows you want to ask a question, she’s gonna make sure you ask that sucker–


Knowing if he didn’t ask the question The Phoenix would keep badgering him until he did, he went ahead and spoke. “What sort of secret did Annie’s parents have?” He turned to his soul mate. “You’ve never talked about family secrets.”

“That’s because my family doesn’t have any secrets.” Annie cast a deadly glance at The Phoenix. “She’s exaggerating. A lot.”

“Am I?” The Phoenix move close enough to Annie that they could touch each other. “You’ve indicated that your parents had quite a few books on sorcery around the house. And Professor Lovecraft has mentioned that both your parents were good sorcery students.” Her eyes narrowed into a squint. “If they were so good at sorcery, why didn’t either of them go on to become sorceress?”


Yeah, Annie.  We know your parents had a whole lot of books on sorcery around the house because that’s how you got interested in that ‘ol black magic.  Why didn’t they become Guardians?

Guess what we’re gonna find out tomorrow?  Just guess.  You don’t even need to see my aura…

The Triumph Of Palinism: The Mexican Wall Edition

They bought the bullshit because of their own racism…

Mike the Mad Biologist

Eight years ago, I noted a phenomenon I called “Palinism” (boldface added):

While people have described Palin as engaging in identity politics, that sells identity politics short. Palin along with the proto-movement surrounding her–Palinism–practices what could be call ‘politics of the blood.’ It’s derived from Giovanni Gentile’s description of fascism: “We think with our blood.” In Palin’s case, it’s an emotional appeal to a romanticized, mythical past of “real America.” And that’s why I think the fixation people have on Palin’s complete policy incoherence and ignorance is missing the point.

Her policy ignorance isn’t a bug, it’s a feature. Palin is conceptually and intellectually poor because her politics are not about policies, but a romantic restoration of the ‘real’ America to its rightful place. The primary purpose of politics is not to govern, not to provide services, and not to solve mundane, although often important, problems. For the…

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