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Alternate history[ edit ] In the series, the Roman Empire called the Tiberian Empire had fallen due to internal conflict instead of the Barbarian Invasions and the Germanic peoples were kept at bay to the east of the Rhine called Rhenus with its Latin name. Paul the Apostle did not live to form Christianity and followers of Jesus called Yeshua ben Yosef live as a sect of Messianic Judaism known as the Yeshuites.
An offshoot from Yeshuites, led by a heretic claiming descent from Jesus and his companions named after Jewish angels , had made its foothold in Gaul after a long period of exile and persecution. Their creed based on apotheosis of early founders predominates in the country now known as Terre d'Ange.
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It is essentially a prelude to the tales of Terre d'Ange and explores the mythology and origins of Blessed Elua and his seven angelic companions. Earth Begotten was published in April, by Havilah Press. A strictly limited run of 50 copies was produced to ensure that the bound version remained a collector's item. The pages were printed by hand using a Columbian hand press. The outer boards are veneered in wood that has been treated with silver pigment and lined with scarlet endpapers.
D'Angelines, as the citizens are called, are descended from Blessed Elua and his band of fallen angels. Elua was born when the blood of the crucified Yeshua ben Yosef, the son of the One God, mixed with the tears of the Magdalene and then was quickened by Mother Earth.
Scorned by his grandfather, the One God , Elua wandered the Earth with eight companion angels. After years of wandering, Elua and his companions settled in the land that would become Terre d'Ange. Elua espoused the precept "Love as thou wilt" and he and his companions inter-bred with the native populace, creating the D'Angeline people.
Mayhap it was his milky-white skin and green, green eyes that drew you?
Amused, but different. Something stirred beneath her voice, a current of something dark and rich and heady. She glanced over her shoulder at me.
I closed my eyes and feigned sleep. She went with him.
My mother had left me alone before, and I knew better than to mewl for her return. But I felt strange. I called on my diadh-anam , the spirit-spark of the Great Bear Herself that dwells in all Her children. A sense of terrible beauty and piercing desire; though for what, I could not have said. A sense of lips pressed to my brow in a kiss.
Words filtered through my thoughts, fond, gentle and amused. My mother was in good spirits. When we returned to our cave, there was an offering. She plucked one from the basket and passed it to me. See how perfect it is. I cradled it in my palms. It was warm from the sun, brown and faintly freckled. The shell was smooth.
I touched the tip of my tongue to it. It tasted chalky and a little acrid. He keeps to the old ways. We taught the Dalriada to survive in this land and they have never forgotten it. He remembers we are kin, too. She set the arrowhead root to soak overnight and made a savory pie of eggs and greens that night. I resolved to ask my mother about it in the morning.
But when the morning dawned bright and fair, and my mother promised to teach me to catch trout with my bare hands, I forgot again and did not remember for a long time. Most were simple skills.
I grew adept at summoning the twilight; breathing it into me, blowing it softly around me. Thus concealed, I would lie motionless beneath the tendrils of the big willow along the stream, dangling one arm in the water and waiting for a speckled trout to swim into range.
I learned to gather greens like purslane, watercress and dandelion, and roots like arrowhead, burdock and cattail. I learned which mushrooms were poisonous and which were good to eat. I learned to boil acorns until the bitterness was gone and grind them into meal.
I learned to read weather signs and to track small game. My mother was skilled with a bow. When I was little, she hunted without me, but as I grew bigger and more adept in the ways of stealth and concealment, she took me with her.
The first time I saw her kill, it was a hare. It was a big hare, fat and lazy, crouching in a sunny glade. It began to startle as we emerged from the woods. My mother called the twilight around her, and I did the same. The bright sunlight faded around us, the world turning soft and silvery dim. The hare froze. I imagined I could feel its heart beating, a fast, inhuman flicker.
Its round, dark eye gleamed. It saw us, and it saw its death in us. My mother loosed her bow. The twang of it startled me out of the twilight.
The sunlit world came crashing back. The shot hare leaped, ran a few paces and fell over onto its side.
I swallowed hard. It seemed a much graver thing than catching fish; and somewhat unfair, too. She laid my hand on its warm fur. I felt a faint movement as the last trace of life went out of it, then a loose stillness. If their death is upon them, they obey.
Only to sustain life. We give thanks to stone and sea and all that it encompasses for it, and to the Great Bear Herself.
Do you ever use it for sport or any idle cause, it will be stripped from you. Do you understand? The folk of the Maghuin Dhonn knew the cost of using gifts unwisely. My mother taught me things beyond woodcraft, cookery and survival. She told me stories. Stories of days gone by, stories of heroes and villains, of great exploits and betrayals. There were stories from the oldest, oldest days when the world was covered with ice and our people left a distant land, following their diadh-anam, the guiding spirit of the Great Bear, to Alba.
I listened and shivered with awe. She shook her head.
But She is unlike any mortal bear. There were other stories, too. The story of how the army of Tiberium conquered Alba, bringing stone roads and foreign sicknesses, driving us into the wilderness. How the mighty magician Donnchadh took on the shape of the Maghuin Dhonn Herself and suffered himself to be taken into captivity and tormented for sport, until he tore loose the ties that bound him and slew the Tiberian Governor.There were stories from the oldest, oldest days when the world was covered with ice and our people left a distant land, following their diadh-anam, the guiding spirit of the Great Bear, to Alba.
Scorned by his grandfather, the One God , Elua wandered the Earth with eight companion angels. My mother loosed her bow. But they did not act wisely, and there was a cost. She went with him. I wondered what color my eyes were.
Do you ever use it for sport or any idle cause, it will be stripped from you. We were weeks travelling.
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