Heart Fire

Book 13: A Celta Novel

by Robin D. Owens

Genres: Romantic Fantasy; Romance; Paranormal Romance

Synopsis

NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED

On the planet Celta, accepting a HeartMate can be the greatest challenge in the universe…

Antenn, an architect hired to build a cathedral in Druida City, dares not think of his HeartMate. Even though he yearns for her, he’s taken steps to ensure she will be forever unknown to him. After all, how could he, a commoner who grew up in the slums, the brother of a murderer, be worthy of any woman?

Tiana, a priestess, has her own fears about being a HeartMate. She's watched her friends struggle with such a stormy destiny. She's sure her HeartMate has never claimed her due to a terrible scandal involving her Family, and she's set aside hopes for love.

Antenn's gotten the commission of his life. The cathedral will make him famous, but more, it will last for ages and prove to others he can contribute to Celta...if the controversial structure isn't destroyed while being built. Tiana, too, is an integral part of this process, but the villain who wrecked her Family is ready with firebombs. Can they trust each other in dangerous circumstances to succeed...and to love?

Release date: November 4, 2014

Publisher: Berkley

Print pages: 368

Sample

“I keep telling myself that she just can’t get much better, but with every book she amazes and surprises me!” —The Best Reviews

Robin D. Owens

Acknowledgments

Characters

Antenn Blackthorn-Moss: Hero, architect, Fam Pinky (a cat who became a Fam).

Tiana Mugwort: Heroine, FamCat Felonerb.

The Turquoise House (TQ): Intelligent House.

Mitchella Clover D’Blackthorn: Adopted mother, interior designer, FirstFamily GrandLady (heroine of Heart Choice).

Straif T’Blackthorn: Adopted father, FirstFamily GrandLord, tracker (hero of Heart Choice).

Ilex Winterberry: Cousin by marriage of Trif Clover Winterberry, Chief of all the Druida City guards (police), (hero of Heart Quest).

Draeg Betony Blackthorn: Adopted cuz, warrior (upcoming hero of Heart Legacy).

Camellia Darjeeling D’Hawthorn: GreatLady D’Hawthorn, businesswoman/cook, owner of teashops (heroine of Heart Search), FamCat Mica.

Glyssa Licorice Bayrum: FirstLevel Librarian (heroine of Heart Fortune).

Artemisia Mugwort Primross: Sister, Healer (heroine of Heart Secret), FamRaccoon Randa.

Quina Mugwort: Mother, devotee of the Intersection of Hope religion, Healer.

Sinjin Mugwort: Father, former judge, writer of legal articles.

Garrett Primross: Brother-in-law, private investigator (hero of Heart Secret), FamCat Rusby.

High Priestess GrandLady Ulmaria Meadowsweet D’Sandalwood: Of GreatCircle Temple.

High Priest GrandLord Alb T’Sandalwood: Of GreatCircle Temple.

Lucida Gerania of GreatCircle Temple: FirstLevel priestess and rival of Tiana Mugwort.

Chief Minister Younger: Reflecting the childlike self.

Chief Minister Foreman: Reflecting the vital adult.

Chief Minister Elderstone: Reflecting the older, wise guide.

Chief Minister Custos: Reflecting the inner guardian spirit.

GreatLord Muin (Vinni) T’Vine: Friend of Antenn, the prophet of Celta.

GraceLord Hymale Equisetum: Enemy of the Mugworts, founder of the Traditionalist Stance movement.

Mica: FamCat to GreatLady Camellia D’Hawthorn.

Brazos: FamCat to GreatLord Laev T’Hawthorn.

Rusby: FamCat to Garrett Primross.

GreatLord Rand T’Ash: Jeweler/smith (hero of HeartMate), Fam-Cat Zanth.

GreatLady Danith Mallow D’Ash: Animal Healer (heroine of HeartMate).

Arvense Equisetum: Farmer, cuz to GraceLord Equisetum.

GraceLord Majus T’Daisy: Newssheet owner and editor.

GrandLord Walker T’Clover: Statesman (hero of the novella Noble Heart in the collection Hearts and Swords).

GentleLady Avellana Hazel: Daughter of a FirstFamily House, artist, fiancé to Vinni T’Vine.

GreatSir Tinne Holly: Owner of The Green Knight Fencing and Fighting Salon (hero of Heart Fate).

GreatSir Nuin Ash: Eldest son of T’Ash and D’Ash, fire mage.

One

DRUIDA CITY, CELTA

422 Years after Colonization
Early Spring

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three explosions shook the narrow two-story house, followed by an ominous whoosh and crackling.

Pinky, Antenn Moss’s cat, yowled in terror. Antenn used all his twelve-year-old speed to snag the cat and run from the kitchen.

Trif Clover met him in the hallway, her face pale with fear. “Fire. We can’t get out. Fire blocks both doors, windows, stairs.” Wrapping her arms around herself, she said, “I don’t know how to teleport.”

“Me, either,” Antenn said. His voice was high but didn’t shake or crack. Good. “You have Flair, psi power. Yell mentally to EVERYONE. I will, too. Neighbors will call.” The space between his house and others was narrow.

“I know the best place, this way.” He grabbed her hand and ran with her to a far corner of the mainspace, then put Pinky down. “There’s a little foundation crack here. Maybe we will be under the smoke.” He yanked Trif and tried to put her next to Pinky, but she was twenty and bigger and stronger. She pushed him down and curled around him like he did around Pinky.

Using a little Flair, Antenn widened the crack, hoping to pull more air in just for them, and he prayed, and yelled with his mind.

And listened to the fire eat its way to them.

This was no natural fire. Must have been firebombs. Though he was only twelve, enemies wanted him dead for what his brother had done. Was this revenge?

His home was gone. If he survived, he knew gut deep, bone deep, everything would change.

*   *   *

A rough tongue rasped over his face, prickling his beard, and Antenn’s eyelids whipped open to see too-close Pinky whiskers and teeth. He grabbed his plump Fam and sat, panting from the nightmare that had been the past.

Bad dream, Pinky sent telepathically. He could do that now. The cat had transformed to a Fam.

“Yeah.” Not surprising. That had been one of the most memorable experiences of Antenn’s life, and today, hopefully, would be another. He kicked off the covers and put Pinky down, not wanting any kneading paws on his lap. “Heading into the waterfall now.”

The small Fam’s nose wrinkled. Time for breakfast!

“Not quite,” Antenn said, but saw his Fam trot to the door in the wall and out.

Padding to the waterfall room in his Family home, T’Blackthorn Residence, which he’d moved into the day after the fire, Antenn passed the tunic and trous he’d laid out for the day. Very professional cut, but sturdy enough and bespelled enough to handle tramping all over the site of the cathedral on the Varga Plateau.

The cathedral. He dragged in a deep breath, caught the smell of panic-sweat the dream had coated him with, and grumbled. Not a good way to start the day.

Very big day. If his clients signed the contract for the cathedral, Antenn would prove to all he was a valued member of Celtan society. His name would go down in history, Antenn Blackthorn-Moss, a FirstLevel Architect. He’d finally settled on Blackthorn-Moss instead of Moss-Blackthorn. Knew himself better.

Knew bone deep that today, everything could change.

*   *   *

I know you desire my position, dear,” the High Priestess of GreatCircle Temple, the main priestess on the planet, said to Tiana Mugwort.

Tiana stumbled over a small rock in the meditation path. Her mentor’s comment caught her off guard. She’d been concentrating on keeping her new, expensive, and white formal robe from catching on some of the twiggy bushes along the trail instead of watching where she was going.

“Most FirstLevel Priestesses would be honored to have your position,” she said. No help for it, she’d have to use psi power, Flair, to coat her gown. She’d anticipated this career review would take place in an office instead of one of the winding paths near GreatCircle Temple.

With a huge, hopefully discreet breath, she used nearly the last of her Flair to protect her robe for a half septhour. Surely that would be enough. She’d spent her psi energy recklessly this morning with several teleportations before the meeting.

She’d thought there’d be tea and flatsweets. Instead she needed to catch up, both on the path and with the conversation.

Of course she shouldn’t have expected her own ambition to become the High Priestess—no matter how masked behind a quiet manner—to have been overlooked by the savvy woman.

“And despite the rumors, I am not ready to retire within the next few years.” The older woman, GrandLady Ulmaria D’Sandalwood, paused in their trek and smiled with good humor plumping her round cheeks, kindness showing in her sparkling dark-brown eyes. “I may never be ready to retire. Nonetheless, it is time to evaluate you for your next step up this career ladder you wish to pursue, yes?”

Warning! Tiana began to sweat even in the shade of the thick trunks of blossoming trees blocking the morning sun.

Ambition and spirituality didn’t often mix well, and everyone who’d chosen to become a priestess or priest knew it.

With great care, Tiana smoothed her gown away from the wild underbrush, hoping her spell would work to keep her gown from tangling. The robe had cost a full month’s salary and was appropriate for her work in formal rituals more than anything else.

Seeing the lady’s gaze on her, she straightened one of her long rectangular sleeves embroidered in gold with her rank as FirstLevel Priestess and her Family designation, mugwort leaves.

The High Priestess’s robe showed embroidery of her birth Family and her HeartMate’s Family. Both of those Families had much more clout than Tiana’s disgraced one.

That disgrace was a thorn in Tiana, spurring her need to reach the greatest pinnacle in their religion, one of the highest positions in their culture. She had to prove that she—and her Family—were honorable people. Her eyes stung as she glanced around the area that she wanted for her own—a permanent place in GreatCircle Temple. She’d wanted this ever since the Lady had come to her as a child, had walked with her in dreams, had called her to serve.

Now she and the High Priestess walked along one of the looping trails in the Temple environs, this one outside the manicured lawns and gardens, just beginning to show color. She knew the seasons of GreatCircle Temple and cherished them.

Soon the tall trees overhead and the hearty bushes would give way to a broader path through tall, dense hedges that would accommodate three, though Tiana didn’t think the High Priestess’s HeartMate, the High Priest, would be joining them. Tiana hoped not; she felt more unprepared than she’d anticipated.

Looking to her right she could see the Temple itself, her sanctuary, her heart’s home. “I don’t want to leave GreatCircle Temple and be transferred to another temple.” The statement spurted from her lips without passing her brain first, appalling her.

GrandLady D’Sandalwood’s plump hand swept over a bush full of tiny spring flowers, releasing a gentle scent that soothed, as it was meant to, even as Tiana’s mind raced to amend her words and mitigate her mistake.

But the High Priestess continued, “There have always been two paths to the top ranks of the priests and priestesses of Celta. One way is to stay here in GreatCircle Temple; the other is to prove your worth by rising as the priest or priestess of small to medium temples, then graduating to more influential ones. Then when the time comes to choose the next High Priestess your name is known.”

“I understand,” Tiana said, pushing her impatience with this conversation down, down, down. This was the next step on her life plan.

“Something you should also consider is that due to our rituals, the High Priest and High Priestess are sometimes mates. Either husband and wife or HeartMates. We find ourselves drawn to those in our profession.” The High Priestess paused delicately. “I believe you have a HeartMate.”

Tiana dredged up the expression she put on and the words she said every time that particular issue was raised. “Yes, but he hasn’t come looking for me.” She fought hard to keep the bitterness from her voice. She’d tried several times to connect with him emotionally and hadn’t been able to do so. “Because of the disgrace of my Family, perhaps.”

“Perhaps.” The other woman flicked her hand as if that event, the most influential and disastrous event in Tiana’s life, were of absolutely no matter. Tiana bowed her head to keep her irritation from showing, watching the trail they walked. Oh, yes, this extremely intelligent lady tested her.

“You don’t anticipate looking for your HeartMate?” the High Priestess asked, smiling and waving at some picnickers, then back to Tiana.

Tiana’s gaze shot to her mentor’s. “No . . . I didn’t . . . no!” Too forceful, dammit!

“A HeartMate is one of the greatest blessings of life, yet you turn your back on it? This concerns the High Priest and me.”

“I don’t know who he is. He doesn’t want me!” Tiana burst out. “He’d have come if he’d wanted me!”

The priestess’s curved and groomed brows lifted. “You know his mind and heart so well, then? You have such a strong bond you know this?”

“No.”

“So it is your mind and hurt that prevent you from searching for him.”

“I . . . I had not thought so.” Eyes prickling, fingers twitching with the need to fist them, sweat slithering down her spine, Tiana said in a low voice, “But you must be right. I will have to meditate on this.” She’d just given up on him, concentrated on her career. There weren’t really many couples, even HeartMates, that became priests and priestesses.

“Indeed.”

“And,” Tiana swallowed, adding in a tiny voice, “I will need more mentoring on this matter.” She faced an awful truth she hadn’t known inside her. “I will need a . . . steadier mind and emotions with regard to my HeartMate before I proceed with any search for him.” She’d need the support of not only her mentor, but her two best friends.

“I see.” The High Priestess gestured to the right-hand fork in the path that avoided the hedges and led back toward the Temple. Tiana wasn’t sure what that indicated. Her pulse bumped hard through her body. Had she just ruined her career?

The path had widened, and she moved to walk next to the High Priestess between garden beds showing shoots of green, tiny spears of hope that Tiana could no longer match.

A long moment of silence passed before Tiana raised her eyes, needing to see more of D’Sandalwood’s reaction. And found quiet contemplation . . . not at all what Tiana had expected.

“Lady?” she croaked.

“I am not She, not the goddess,” the priestess said. “Not today at this time. Her aspect is not within me. But I think we can leave this HeartMate matter to Her and Her Lord.”

That wasn’t a notion that sat well with Tiana, that the main deities of Celta might mix in her personal life. They had so many others to care for.

“They care for us all,” the priestess said. “And we Celtans believe in destiny in some things, do we not?”

“Yes, High Priestess.”

D’Sandalwood inclined her head. “Very well, we shall set aside the concern regarding interacting with your HeartMate for the moment, but you do know it is a point of growth that must be addressed in the future, don’t you?’

“Yes, GrandLady D’Sandalwood.” Tiana began to feel like the veriest novice instead of a priestess who’d been accepted into the highest rank, FirstLevel. She’d been an apprentice at the Temple: a journeywoman, third-level, then second-level priestess. Still she had more personal problems than she’d anticipated before she could progress in her career.

“So let us touch on the matter of your wish to become the highest priestess in our land . . . eventually.”

Tiana swallowed. The floral scent of spring blooms dried on her tongue like the sharpness of dying flowers.

“I don’t think you are ambitious in the right way, or for the right reasons.” The High Priestess sounded more severe.

Though all Tiana’s muscles clenched and her mind scrambled, she projected a relaxed manner as they strolled.

“You are very good at seeming serene,” said the priestess, a hint of admiration in her tone.

“Thank you.” Tiana managed not to croak out the response.

Then D’Sandalwood’s face folded into sternness. “You have ambition, but I believe the fire that burns in you to become High Priestess is because you want to prove to everyone that you are a fine woman who is deeply spiritual in our Celtan culture.” She paused, eyes intense. “Though your mother is a member of the Intersection of Hope Church, popularly known as Cross Folk.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a member of the Intersection of Hope religion. We welcome all religions here on Celta.”

“That’s true.” GrandLady D’Sandalwood nodded but continued inexorably. “But you want to prove to all that it was wrong for a Noble enemy of your father’s to accuse your Family of being a part of the Black Magic Cult, to have your title ripped from you, to exhort a mob to set fire to your home, and to force your family into hiding.”

Tiana repressed a shudder at the litany of the destruction of her life, at the desperation and despair that had followed. The High Priestess had slammed her with that list for shock value, of course.

Then the High Priestess stopped and turned and took Tiana’s hands, and Tiana realized she’d allowed her eyes to blur with scenes of the past; she blinked and met the older woman’s steady gaze. “But, Tiana, we all know that all those events that happened were wrong.”

“He’s still in power, GraceLord T’Equisetum,” Tiana ground out. He was the lowest level of a Noble, “Grace,” as her father, her Family, had been.

“But his power has been checked. He was a rising star in the NobleCouncil until he let his hatred of your father, of your mother’s religion, make him act impulsively and wrongly by requesting that the NobleCouncil strip your Family of their title and wealth in perpetuity.”

He’d done it from calculated greed, not from wrongheadedness as most people thought, used the quick fear the NobleCouncil had had about the Black Magic Cult murders to spearhead that effort. Furthermore, Tiana deeply believed that he’d been behind inciting the mob that firebombed their home and drove them away.

But the High Priestess continued. “He had hopes of being Captain of All Councils, you know.”

Tiana wasn’t surprised; her nostrils pinched at the thought. But unlike the High Priestess, Tiana still believed, felt, the man was dangerous. He remained an enemy.

“You are still angry at GraceLord T’Equisetum, and don’t open your heart to forgiveness.”

Lifting her brows, Tiana said, “One can forgive after the wrongdoer acknowledges his or her harm and regrets the harm they caused. Despite what you said, GraceLord T’Equisetum has never stated he was wrong, never acknowledged in a public manner that he did my Family wrong. Just goes on spewing hate for anyone and anything he doesn’t consider good.” She stopped herself from adding that the man was a canker.

“He has a right to hold his own beliefs.”

“The main tenet of our religion, of our culture, is to harm none! He hurt my Family,” Tiana said quietly, when she wanted to shout it. They had never recovered the lost title, the Family estate, the home. Justice had not been done. Her parents had retreated to the secret sanctuary of Druida and were only now taking first steps out of it, years later, since her sister, Artemisia, had married.

“Yes, he hurt you and your Family.” Lady D’Sandalwood squeezed Tiana’s hands, and she felt the boundless caring from the woman. “And that is the root of your ambition, dear Tiana, not that you want to serve the Lady and Lord, give yourself over to the Lady in selfless service, let her speak to you and through you.”

“I am a good priestess!”

“Yes, you are, but you will be a better one if you understand what you truly want, and I don’t think it is becoming the High Priestess of Celta. You serve best when you perform rituals with small groups and intimate circles. And your crafting of new rituals is better than that of anyone else in the Temple with your years. Those are the skills that High Priest Lord T’Sandalwood and I believe embody your calling.”

Not rising to the top of the pyramid of success, but creating rituals for those at the top to use. Working with small circles. Hurt speared through Tiana.

But she wouldn’t quit, wouldn’t modify her plan right now. She could still become High Priestess. She had years to try.

“You love your mother.” A final squeeze of the hands by D’Sandalwood before she loosed Tiana’s fingers.

“Of course I do!” Tiana replied instinctively.

The GrandLady began strolling again toward GreatCircle Temple. “And your mother believes truly in the tenets of the Intersection of Hope, that there are four parts to one divine being.”

“Yes, it is a religion based on good to others, also. A religion that is a derivation of a major religion of old Earth but developed in the starships during the long voyage here.”

Lady D’Sandalwood finally smiled with great approval, the smile everyone near her wanted to see. Tiana relaxed.

“We teach of the other religions in our programs, and most people, including our priests and priestesses, understand, intellectually, what they are. But you, Tiana, have an open heart in this matter, and truly understand and accept those who worship in other ways than our own.”

This was no idle conversation; the woman was leading somewhere.

“Let us proceed to my office,” D’Sandalwood said.

Office for official business. Tiana’s back, her whole gait, stiffened, but the High Priestess didn’t seem to notice as she picked up her pace and Tiana matched her. And hoped that the birdcalls overrode the gurgle of her stomach. She’d been too nervous for breakfast.

They entered GreatCircle Temple through the huge eastern doors of rock quartz carved with designs of wind and air. These doors were the closest to the city and the ones most people used.

There was a short hallway the depth of the priests’ and priestesses’ offices with walls covered in a mosaic of crystals that caught the light from the armorglass ceiling and reflected prisms in the small space. Tall, pale pine doors led to the corridor that curved through the round building.

The High Priestess turned left, toward the southern curve of the circle. Just beyond the due-south door, they entered the High Priestess’s suite and passed through the sitting room and into the office, an inner room with no windows.

Tiana sat with the High Priestess in the gloom for only an instant before the woman waved a hand and the roof glass thinned to nothing, letting in the scents of turned earth ready for flowers. A slight breeze ruffled the stray papyrus on D’Sandalwood’s desk, nearly lifted the covers of the thick deep turquoise of Tiana’s personnel file and a new, thinner folder of heavy cream-colored papyrus edged with gold. Did that cream and gold indicate her next position? Tiana’s eyes sharpened. What did those colors mean?

The moving air swept around her head, lifting her hair and cooling the perspiration on her neck. It felt good. The sun slanted in, touched a wall lined with plaques of their faith—a pentacle within a leafy circle, the green man, the antlered Herne, the face of the Lady. Those soothed Tiana. She was still in the Temple, the place she loved, a building imbued with positive energy.

She sat in the deeply cushioned seat with just the right amount of springs to keep a person comfortable and watched GrandLady D’Sandalwood sink into her comfortchair, one that conformed to her body.

“FirstLevel Priestess Tiana Mugwort.” The woman’s voice plucked chords of obedience and deference in Tiana, no mistake, that. “You have stated that you will abide by my and High Priest Lord T’Sandalwood’s decision with regard to your next assignment.”

Tiana bowed her head. “I will.”

She had no choice if she wanted to continue in her career, and she knew now that what they asked of her would be tough.

Two

The duty we assign to you must be fulfilled in an acceptable manner for you to continue to rise in the ranks of the priestesses of Celta. Of course you can choose to stay at your current level and you will be assigned a permanent temple of your own.” The intensity of the High Priestess’s gaze had Tiana looking up and matching it.

D’Sandalwood smiled. “We would be pleased to grant you the CircleTemple and Sacred Grove in Landing Park.”

One of the premier small temples in Druida City, the temple nearest to the great starship Nuada’s Sword, a gem of a temple, a plum of a job. Tiana’s until she retired. But it wasn’t GreatCircle Temple. It wasn’t here.

She swallowed with a dry throat.

“If you do not take the offer of Landing Park CircleTemple, it will be offered to another and you will miss your chance to have it.”

“I understand.”

“Your other choice will have you remaining here, but with a suite of two rooms instead of one. Your counseling will diminish and your leading ritual circles will remain the same, and you will take on a new assignment.” The High Priestess watched with sharp eyes and Tiana thought the woman had seen her concern, then her pleasure that her circle work would continue as is. Tiana loved leading circles.

She didn’t speak, but waited, and the silence between them filled with the chirp of birds—always continual and melodic around the Temple. A hint of floral fragrance swirled around them from the High Priestess’s personal meditation incense.

Calm trickled through Tiana and her mind began to subside into a meditative trance. The priestess nodded and smiled. “Well done. I thought you might never relax during our time together, and a priestess must always be able to reach for serenity . . . and joy.”

Tiana smiled back.

Lady D’Sandalwood opened the cream and gold folder. “We have been approached by one of the Chief Ministers of the Intersection of Hope to give our approval for them to build a cathedral on the Varga Plateau outside the Druida City walls.

“We stated that they did not need our approval or blessing for such an action, of course.

“Chief Minister Custos informed us that they have the land and the permits and the architect already, and wanted our support. We told them that they have it, and that we would assign a liaison to work with them and their architect, Antenn Blackthorn-Moss.”

The words jolted Tiana from her peaceful state, reverberated in a near scream in her head. She’d distanced herself from her mother’s religion since the scandal, the firebombing of her home. Now she was being pulled back into it. Rumor and gossip would buzz around her again; her old wounds would reopen.

“Tiana, if we, the High Priest and High Priestess, find your efforts at completing this assignment worthy, you will be accepted as one of our main assistants here in GreatCircle Temple and regularly write and perform ritual circles for the benefit of all Celta.”

“I . . . I . . .” She shouldn’t have started to speak, because she floundered, showing herself near panic. Being an assistant to the High Priest and Priestess was a prize. But to do that, she’d have to work through all her pain from her Family’s losses. Of course, that was the reason she was being given the experience.

“This will be a high-profile project, which will cause a great deal of . . . discussion,” D’Sandalwood said.

She really meant outcry.

The High Priestess continued, “There is no room in our world for religious prejudice. That tore apart old Earth on more than one occasion. We will not tolerate it here, and we will make that clear to the All Councils, the twenty-five FirstFamilies who rule, those who are devout in our faith in the Lady and Lord. We will stand firmly behind the Intersection of Hope, this undertaking to raise their own beautiful and substantial place of worship. We will completely support you as our liaison, Tiana. You have our blessing.”

Which came close to a d