Monday, May 22, 2017


Happy Monday!

Thank you to everyone who’s already ordered Dwr, and to those who have started (or finished) reading! You are all such a blessing to me, and I’m so happy to get to share this next episode in the Druid Novels with you!

This week, we’re getting back into our series. Fortunately for you, it doesn’t take me long to get back into the groove with things like this. So let’s just jump right in…

Why do we need…


Yes, yes, I know, your teachers in school probably all taught you that fragments are of the devil and must be purged from all writing. I know. I was taught that, too. Fragments were to be avoided at all costs, and I do very nearly mean all costs. But you know what? It’s not as big a deal now as it used to be. And you know what else? We’re talking about fiction and nonfiction novel and short story writing, not academia. So, deal with it.

Moving on.

From the point of view of a reader…

I’ll admit it. Fragments can be annoying, if they’re everywhere in a text. But I’ll also be the first one to admit that because fragments automatically draw attention to them (due to the fact that we all had it drilled into our brains that they are to be avoided), they can be a really cool way for a writer to get a message off to a reader, without being too obvious. It’s actually one of my favorite things for authors to do, to draw attention to certain details, or to highlight that these sentences are people’s thoughts.

From the point of view of a writer…

I’m going to focus on first person narratives here, because I write them all the time. You know me, there’s nearly always at least one. Okay, so when we’re writing in first person, it really doesn’t make sense to use complete sentences all the time. There should be varying sentences, between complete, fragment, and run-on. Why? Because then it’ll read like we think. After all, how many of us actually think in complete sentences? Not a whole lot, I’ll tell you. Most of us, most of the time, think a lot of fragments. You'll notice it once you start to think about it.

From the point of view of an editor…

I want to see that you know what you’re doing with your sentence structures. So, for the most part, yeah, I want you to use complete sentences. But I’d like to see you vary it a little bit. Play around with the structures, throw in some fragments, but I really want to see you do it for a reason. Don’t just give me a fragment because you couldn’t think of the end to the sentence. Give me a fragment because it’s all the sentence that it needs to be. Otherwise, I’ll have to cut it. And that gets a little annoying, if it happens a lot.

The moral of the story?

Fragments might not be as bad as you were led to believe.


{Rani Divine}

P.S. Don’t forget to go order your copy of Dwr while they’re still available! All orders this week will be auto-upgraded to include a signature and a little note from yours truly!

Friday, May 19, 2017


The time, my friends, has finally come! The Dwr: People in the Water is here!

Head over to the RAD Store NOW to order your copy of this amazing new addiction to the Druid Novels! Both paperback and ebook versions are available, so you have no excuse. The ebook is also available on Amazon, but it’s less expensive if you get it direct from RAD… but you didn’t hear that from me.

At last, today, we’ve reached the Dwr giveaway!

To refresh your memory… all week long, instead of our regular posts, I’ve been sharing mini excerpts from my books (Coetir, Cedwig, and Dwr). Then, at the end of the day, I’ll 1) ask you a question about said excerpt, 2) ask you to share a post for me, or 3) ask you to write a review and post it online. You’ll all then have twenty-four hours from the time of that post to perform said task, and out of those of you who complete it, I’ll choose one to win a FREE autographed and personalized copy of the book in question! Today, that book is Dwr!

You cannot believe how excited I am to get to give away a copy of this novel. It’s my favorite right now, and I so look forward to you reading it!


A Dwr Excerpt, by Rani Divine

© Copyright RAD Writing, 2017

“You know what to do?” he asked Piper as he sat down and removed his shirt and shoes.

She looked back at him with those big green eyes, ready to learn more about sailing and working aboard the Helena. “I’ll keep the boat just out of the way of the Helena while you’re in the water, and relay messages up to the crew whenever you give them to me.” She nodded, trying as hard as she could to act like she knew what she was doing.

“And if you see something in the water?” he asked, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“I scream?” She grimaced.

Mal laughed. “That’ll do.”

He slid off the side of the boat and into the cool water, kicking his legs to keep himself steady and high enough that he could still speak to Piper for the time being. “I’m going to have to go under,” he told her.

“Mal,” Davy said from up on the deck, something waving in his hand. “Goggles.”

He nodded back to the man and held out his arm, watching while the goggles sailed through the air and landed nearby. They floated on the surface of the water just long enough for Mal to snatch them up and wipe the lenses before he put them over his eyes. At least this way he wouldn’t have to face the burn of the saltwater, though he wasn’t sure how easy it would be to see with the glass covering his gaze.

“Thanks,” he shouted up to the deck before returning his attention to Piper. “Just make sure the boat doesn’t move too much.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, mock saluting him before he took a deep breath and dived beneath the waves.

The first thing he noticed was the colors. Even through the goggles, everything down there was vibrant and beautiful. Everything was alive, moving through the brightly colored rock formations on the sea floor. He’d never seen such things before. In his mind, there was no word to describe the things that he saw. He hadn’t realized that they were still over the reefs, so far from the shore, but he supposed this was as good a place as any to drop the anchor and check the body of the ship.

Before he’d even gotten a chance to look at the Helena, he had to go back up for air.

“See anything?” Pip asked as soon as he breached the surface.

“It’s beautiful,” he replied, a smile on his face.

Piper’s eyes stared back into his with a look he’d never seen before, one of more than just interest and willingness to learn, but he could only ignore for the time being and dived back under the ship. This time, he took notice of the Helena. She’d only been scraped in a few places, so he knew for the most part where he needed to look.

Slowly, he ran his fingers over the surface of the wood, searching for air bubbles or places where the water might soon be able to leak into the ship. As he started on his way back toward Piper, he felt a hand entwine with his—a hand with webbed fingers and skin that felt unlike any human skin he’d ever felt before.

He unthinkingly let out any breath he’d been holding as he turned to look her in the eye, and his body panicked. He thrashed against Arneia’s hand, only to be pulled deeper into the water. Her free hand gripped tightly to his flailing arm, and before he knew what was happening, her lips were pressed against his. She forced open his mouth and expelled fresh air into his lungs, allowing him to breathe with her. It shouldn’t have been possible, but he’d already surmised that her kind must have been able to breathe both air and water. How else could she have stayed so long under the waves?

“Malcolm,” she said as she pulled away from him, breathing water and speaking in words that echoed through the waves. “Do not fear. I will not harm you.”

He nodded, now holding his breath under his own power. He couldn’t speak: not down here, underwater.

“Go.” She released his arms and pointed to the surface. “When you return, I will show you the damage.”

Again he nodded, this time propelling himself straight up and out of the water. He gasped for air and took hold of the edge of the boat, using his free hand to wipe the hair from his face. “Nothing so far,” he said, assuming that Piper was listening. In that moment, it hardly mattered to him whether she was there or not. What mattered was that Arneia was somewhere down there, in the water beneath him, and that once again she wanted to help them.

He dropped back beneath the ship and kept himself close to the keel, his hand again brushing against the wood in search of damage.

“This way,” Arneia said as she swam up beside him. She pointed to the back of the ship, to a place Malcolm hadn’t even thought had touched the ground when they’d traveled through the strait.

Still holding his breath, he looked her in the eye and shook his head. He didn’t know how to tell her that the captain would expect him to check the whole of the ship, not just take the words of this creature as fact. But looking at her now, as his hands still absently scanned over the keel, he knew that she understood.

“We will watch after you,” she said, gesturing away from them, deeper into the reef. “When you are ready, I will show you.”

Wednesday, May 17, 2017


Ahhh, it’s finally happened! Dwr: People in the Water is now available for purchase! Head over to The RAD Store NOW to order your copy! Both paperback and ebook versions are available, so you have no excuses here, people. The ebook is also available on Amazon, but it’s less expensive if you get it direct from RAD Writing. You didn’t hear that from me, okay?

Today, we’re continuing in our week of giveaways! I had so much fun with Monday's, and I can’t wait to see what comes of this one!

To refresh your memory… all week long, instead of our regular posts, I’m going to be sharing mini excerpts from my books (Coetir, Cedwig, and Dwr). Then, at the end of the day, I’ll 1) ask you a question about said excerpt, 2) ask you to share a post for me, or 3) ask you to write a review and post it online. You’ll all then have twenty-four hours from the time of that post to perform said task, and out of those of you who complete it, I’ll choose one to win a FREE autographed and personalized copy of the book in question!

Seriously. This week is so freaking cool.

Now that Coetir day is over, let’s get on to Cedwig!


A Cedwig Excerpt, by Rani Divine

© Copyright RAD Writing, 2016

“Come,” Eirian said, gesturing to the horizon. “It will be dawn soon.”

My heart sank. I didn’t want to go back to the clearing, to the people who had filled my life up to this point. I didn’t want to work alongside Carol, to wash clothes and cook dinners and take care of the men. I wanted to stay here, with Eirian. I wanted to learn about the Cedwig, about the Dewin and the Vartes. My mind spun with all my imaginings about these people, all the questions I held about them. I needed answers, and I knew that I wouldn’t get them when I went back to Papa.

If it were up to him and the others, I would never have left the clearing in the first place. But deep in my heart, I knew that it would be best to return. If I were to stay, my people would fear for my life. They would search the woods, and they would tear down everything in their paths in an effort to find me. I knew Jonas well enough to know that. If anyone went missing, even me, he would search the woods until he found them.

I nodded, and Eirian released all but my hand.

“Let me show you something,” he said.

He helped me up onto his back, my arms grasping around his shoulders and my legs holding tight to his waist, and he ran. Just like I had seen the others do in the tops of the trees, Eirian ran. His feet landed lightly everywhere they found purchase, propelling him at a speed faster than humanly possible. Wind breezed through my hair, over my skin, the sensation like nothing I’d experienced prior. He climbed up into the highest branches at the same rate, his tail helping to balance us along the way. Even with me on his back, he was fully capable of traversing the whole of the woods at this pace, so that the cliff disappeared behind us at a nearly alarming rate.

My eyes scanned over everything we passed, over the tops of the trees, the animals resting in the vines, the moonlight bouncing off the leaves and shimmering in the night sky—all of it a blur, and yet my eyes were able to pick out even minute details of the things we passed.

We even moved close to another Cedwig, sitting at the top of a tree, staring up at the moonlight. The woman glanced at us and smiled, and Eirian said something to her in his language, words that I doubted I would ever understand. He’d only spoken it to me once before, and even then it had sounded impossible to decipher.

Within moments, we stood in the trees just beyond the clearing my people now possessed. From where we stood I saw them, still sleeping in their circle. Even the guards were still unconscious, unaware of the fact that I’d left them during the night.

The sky began to lighten. There was no point in hoping that my people would sleep through the first few hours of day. Jonas insisted that everyone be up at dawn and that they work until the light had faded from the sky. After all, it was the only way that we would have homes built before winter set in. No one knew how cold that time of year would be.

“I should go,” I whispered under my breath, my arms still holding tight around Eirian’s shoulders.

He nodded and slowly climbed down through the branches, dropping to his feet in what looked like the exact place he’d found me.

I slid down off his back, and he turned to face me. “Thank you,” I breathed, smiling sadly up at him. My brow furrowed as his skin lightened in the ever-brightening light.

Eirian reached up and pulled a flower from one of the vines. He wrapped the stem tightly around and around something else he’d found in the trees, and fastened the bracelet around my wrist. “I will return, young one,” he told me. “Remember.” He smiled.

My eyes were fixed on the bracelet that now adorned my wrist. “It’s beautiful,” I said.

He laughed lightly and ran his fingers through my hair. “Go back,” he said. “I will return.”

I looked up at him and smiled brightly. “When?” My brows rose.

“Soon,” he replied. “I will give you a sign.” He lifted my hand and played with his homemade jewelry, his eyes still staring straight into mine. “Go,” he breathed.

I nodded slowly and stepped away from him, my heart tearing as I did so. The trees were more home to me than this clearing would ever be. They were safety, shelter, security. They were home. Even without Eirian, I had always felt at home within the trees, entrapped by the vines and tangles of branches. Nothing could reach me, when I was deep enough in the trees. Not even Jonas’s rules could find me when I was there.

My feet deftly carried me back over the tops of my people, until I settled back in beside Carol.

Almost as soon as I laid my head down and closed my eyes, the guards stirred. They wouldn’t tell Jonas they’d fallen asleep.

I slipped Eirian’s bracelet from my wrist and placed it in the pocket of my dress. No one could know where I had been. I didn’t know what would happen if they found out, and I didn’t want to test it. For now, it was safer for everyone to think that I had been here, beside Carol, all night long. But in my heart, I knew where I was meant to be. The forest called to me from all around, begging me to return to its arms.

“Soon,” I whispered under my breath.