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This is Lynne’s third visit to Fourth-Wall Friday and today’s visit we all get to meet. heck even she gets to meet them face to face for the first time, characters from her new series, LAND, SEA, SKY. Book one is CROSSWIND. I am really honored to be in her circle of friends. She really is an amazing woman and I am also honored to be touring her with The Finishing Fairies in January. See at the bottom of the post to find out more about hosting her on your site.  Till then, sit back and enjoy! If you are an author who is interested in joining Fourth-Wall Friday, send me a line with the contact form. Oh I have talked long enough let’s enjoy this week’s Fourth-Wall Friday!

I don’t know what possessed me that day, but something drew me to the neighborhood in the west end of Alexandria where we used to live. It wasn’t to visit old friends, that’s for sure. All the townhouses are rental units. Everyone we knew there is long gone.

I parked on the service road and walked up the sidewalk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pregnant woman approaching me. She startled me; I hadn’t seen anyone in the courtyard when I entered it. It was as if she had sprung from the bushes, or maybe from the base of the sycamore tree. “Hello,” I said, stepping off the sidewalk. “I know this will sound weird, but we used to live in the end unit over there.


I know,” she said with an odd smile.

I paused. Her face was ringing the tiniest of bells. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Have we met before?”

In a manner of speaking,” she said, on the verge of laughter. “Go ahead and knock. They want to meet you.”

Puzzled, I thanked her and moved away. As I regained the sidewalk, I realized why she looked so familiar. She reminded me very much of a statue of the goddess Gaia that I’d seen in a New Age shop years before. I turned to tell her of the coincidence, but she had disappeared.

That’s odd,” I said. “I wonder where she went.”

You’re walking on Her,” said a voice near my feet. I looked down in alarm, but all I saw was a wild rabbit, nibbling the grass near the flower bed. Then the rabbit turned and grinned at me. “Hi,” he said, and I shrieked.


Nanabush, don’t scare the nice author lady,” the pregnant woman scolded at my elbow. “Go on,” she said to me. “They’re waiting for you inside.

But I….” I looked back and forth between the rabbit and the pregnant woman in confusion.

Hey there,” said a new voice. I looked toward our old porch, and saw a waif of a woman standing there, waving. “They didn’t freak you out too much, did They? I’m Tess. Come on in.

I’m Lynne,” I said, holding out my hand as I stepped up onto the small porch.

I know. They told us,” she said as we shook hands. She really was adorable, with her short, dark hair and a wide smile. I followed her inside as she called out, “She’s here! Where are you guys? I thought we were a team!”

A tall, stocky woman with red hair was just visible through the pass-through. “I’m right here, Tess – you don’t have to shout. I thought I’d start another pot of coffee.” She waved at me. “Hi, I’m Sue. I guess you already met Gaia, huh?

I glanced out the front window in surprise. “That was Gaia? Really? I mean, she looks like the statue and all, but….

She met Nanabush, too,” Tess said.

Oh, dear,” said Sue. “I hope He behaved Himself.”

Before I could reply, a tall man, brown-skinned and ramrod-straight, rounded the corner from the basement and came toward me. “Hi, I’m Darrell,” he said with the hint of a smile. “Glad you could come.”

But I….” I laughed nervously. “You all have me at a bit of a disadvantage. It sounds like you were expecting me, but I just decided on the spur of the moment to stop by.”

Spur of the moment, huh?” said Sue, as she pulled mugs out of a kitchen cabinet. “Not likely.”


Oh no, it’s true. See, I lived here with my daughters when they were in high school….”

Right,” said Tess. “So you gave this townhouse to us.”


She traded a look with Darrell. “You’re writing our story,” he said. “Aren’t you?

I sank down on the sofa as Sue brought me a mug. “Thanks,” I said, distracted, and took a sip.

Where’s our coffee?” Tess complained.

She’s a guest,” Sue said, cutting a look at the couple as she settled into the rocking chair with her own mug. “You two live here. Get your own.”

Oh, nice,” Tess said, going to fetch coffee for her and Darrell.

The exchange snapped everything into focus for me. “Oh!” I cried. “I get it now. Hey, it’s really great to meet you all. You’re just like I pictured you’d be.

“I would hope so,” Sue said with a grin. “You wrote us.


The four of us chatted for a while about where their story was going, although I didn’t want to give too much away. After about half an hour, I said goodbye and let myself out. But instead of returning to my car, I decided to walk the half-block to Holmes Run.

As I descended the path to the creek, I spied a dark-haired woman in a Celtic Goth getup perched on the rocks. This time, I was ready for a conversation with a goddess.

Did you find what you sought?” Morrigan asked me.

I did,” I said. “They’re nice people. I hope I can do their story justice.”

Morrigan snorted and looked away.

Don’t be too hard on Tess,” I said.

I will be as hard as necessary,” She retorted. “She has a great deal to learn.”

I know,” I said quietly. “All three of them do. I’ll help as much as I can.”

She stood and offered me Her hand. “Then so shall We.”

Deal,” I said, and shook hands with Her. Then she faded away, leaving me standing alone in the late morning sunlight.

About the Author: Lynne Cantwell

Lynne Cantwell has been writing fiction since the second grade, when the kid who sat in front of her showed her a book he had written, and she thought, “I could do that.” The result was Susie and the Talking Doll, a picture book, illustrated by the author, about a girl who owned a doll that not only could talk, but could carry on conversations. The book had dialogue but no paragraph breaks. Today, after a twenty-year career in broadcast journalism and a master’s degree in fiction writing from Johns Hopkins University (or perhaps despite the master’s degree), Lynne is still writing fantasy. In addition, she is a contributing author at Indies Unlimited.



Crosswind (Land, Sea, Sky: Book 1)

Storm’s coming…


Life on Earth is much improved since the pagan gods’ return. As conflict eases around the world, attention — and money — has turned to more humanitarian goals: improving the lives of the First Nations peoples and others who were repressed for thousands of years.

But the former ruling class – the military, religious, and corporate leaders who profited under the old system — are about to stage a last-ditch effort to bring their good times back.

The gods refuse to start a new war against those men, because that would make them no better than Their opponents. Instead, They have drafted three humans to help Them. Together, Tess, Sue and Darrell must find a way past their own flaws to ensure the gods’ peace will not be destroyed.

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Genre – Urban Fantasy
Pages – 207 (68K words)
Published November 20th – Amazon 

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Ever wonder what happens if you were to break into your world build and sit down and have a beer with your main characters? I think I would love to have tea with Jane Eyre, or discuss the best way to take care of vampires with Jane Yellowstone…maybe having Susie Shotgun take me out for some Angels Tears…

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FWF-300-BUTTAllow yourself as an author to open up a new avenue of sharing your AUTHOR PERSONA & WORLD BUILD in a unique and creative fashion.. Just take a chance, write fluidly and from within that “place” you hangout at with your muse. Or perhaps walk in the door, tuck into a corner & watch your characters get into trouble before you take a chance and talk to them…

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  1. Thanks for letting me play on your blog with the gang from my new series, Kriss!

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