Countdown to Halloween—Newly Posted Chapters of The Tarishe Curse!

Is your skin crawling with notions of what's in store for the queen of werefolk? 

Oh the horror!  

Uh―waiting, that is.  

The newest chapters of 
The Tarishe Curse 
will be posted in a few days!  A sneak peek, you say?  I love sneak peeks!  How about a tempting taste of what's to come?  Enjoy these excerpts:

“It isn’t always true that a critical end justifies desperate means.”

"The werewolves’ howling increased in unison, mixed with vicious yapping and the sound of splintering wood echoing from various points outside the gates. I continued screaming out in pain when Baron released my hand—bloody and mangled. He swiped my sword and stepped aside, once again dropping to a knee like a trained monkey.

'I will deal with you next,' the witch warned me in a hiss."

“My ears interpreted a mix of nearby voices as calm, friendly, ordinary chatter. With that as background noise, I enjoyed the silent attention of my mate. The way his hand brushed softly over every inch of my bare skin tempted my eyelids to close and my mind to wander, but I kept focused, not wanting to miss a moment of admiring this beautiful man and his seductive, wild look. I felt a flood of emotion set in, born from absolute, interminable love for him. I wished for the voices to cease, for time to halt, for the moment we were living to replay over and over and over again perpetually. The world could have its gain and glory, its vengeance and victories—all I wanted was the enduring love and attention of this man who most assuredly was my soulmate.”

“I drifted off after a while, staring at the only star visible through the thick covering of leaves. Hope seemed a futile wish, but I troubled the lonely star to grant it anyway.”

“Stop it!" I screamed, scrambling to my knees. “Stop your cruelty this instant! Leave them alone! Is vengeance all you know, you awful, haggard, old crone?”
My outburst proved successful at putting a halt to whatever evil had been in motion. The old woman turned her eyes full on me for the first time, looking genuinely shocked by my audacity. I continued to struggle with my bands, desperate to slip free.
“Such insolence, Catherine?”
“That is not my name, you barbarian!”

 Have I peaked your curiosity?  Good.  

See you on Halloween.  (Maybe the day before.)

The Tarishe Curse for your Hallows Eve Pleasure

It's so close to Halloween my head is spinning!  I'm writing like a madwoman, preparing the next installment of our traditional All Hallows Eve story.  A few short days and it will be time to post the next portion of this dark adventure.  Hey, that gives you just enough time to read the Queen of Werefolk's story from the beginning...........bahahahaha!

THE  TARISHE  CURSE 

by American author, Richelle E. Goodrich

My Quotes in Pictures

     While on a curious stroll through the internet (a virtual walk guided by Google) I was tickled to find a number of my original quotes posted on websites, tweeted via Twitter, Facebooked, and pinned on Pinterest.
     My words have been framed over beautiful scenes that effectively emphasize the spirit of each quote, revealing the marrow of each passage's meaning. As an author, I am pleased. As a human being whose life experiences inspired me to summarize these truths, I am deeply touched. I thought I would share a few visually enriched quotes I stumbled across; they are marvelous!

Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye is easy. Parting ways is what tears your heart out. 

I am thrilled my son, Philip, chose to serve a mission, and I was tickled pink when I learned he would serve in Tokyo, Japan. The truth is, I have been so excited for him that a smile has adorned my face through most of the packing and formalities and preparations... because I have been right there at his side. 

This morning he stepped in line to board a plane, and for the first time I could not remain at his side. Saying good luck, farewell, I am proud of you, goodbye; that has been easy because I know he needs to go do this—to learn and to help and to serve and to grow. He is ready. It is all good. But I did not realize that at the moment I had to stop moving forward while he continued walking on through that line and out of my sight (waving graciously to his mom) my heart would claw out of my chest and go with him. It was hard for me to smile. And for the first time, I cried. Really cried. It hurt. 

Don't get me wrong, I am still very happy for my son. He is exactly where he should be. And the experience will make him a better person. But I already miss him, and I miss the part of me he took with him. 

My son is going to be a great missionary. I know it.

A Moonless Knight

I wished upon the moon one night, bewitched by how it shone so white.  While staring up with some excite my eyes beheld a wondrous sight!  The moon, so lustrous and white, transformed into an armored knight who caused me just a moments fright when he jumped down from such a height.  No more a soft celestial light, he was my lover, day and night. 

This caused the world a serious plight.  How harsh a sting and deep the bite inflicted on the world, alright, to lose their blackest-hour light. 

And so I've come to set things right, to offer up without a fight my lover wished for one clear night.  I hold him close.  He hugs me tight, then climbs again to heaven's height to glow a bluer shade of bright.  I stare at my beloved knight, not wanting to be impolite, and in my heart with all my might I wish a wish that isn't right. 

Now and then the world still spites a shadowless and moonless night when we steal softly out of sight to hold each other 'til daylight and share in lovers’ true delight.

Contemplating Crazy Things

I contemplate a lot of things,

Like why the sky's a shade of green,

And how it is that lions fly

While birds with wings refuse to try.

It's strange how snowmen never melt,

And sweaty feet are sweetly smelt,

And how so commonly we see

Young hippos nesting in a tree.

I wonder how they get up there,

And why the world is mostly square,

And how huge every nose would be

If we had only one, not three.

I cannot guess why hills are flat,

Nor can I say why twigs are fat.

I do not know how mud keeps clean,

Or why small kittens act so mean.

And while I'm thinking all this stuff,

Consider black marshmallow fluff,

And how the rainbows twist and coil

Around the clouds down to the soil

Imagine if our teeth were white

I'd want to keep them out of site!

It's crazy stuff I see in dreams,

To contemplate so many things.

― Richelle E. Goodrich, 'Making Wishes'

Copyright 2015 Richelle E. Goodrich

Bad Day

Imagine the following true incident foreshadowing every stretch of my waking hours, and you'll understand exactly what sort of day I've had....

After dealing with an unpleasant phone call interrupted by an inconvenient surprise visit, I left the house to go run a necessary errand.  Slipping into the front seat of my car, I immediately realized some irritated, buzzing insect had entered with me.  I imagined an angry wasp.  Then I panicked, noticing the thing was attached to my hair and struggling to break free.  Shoving open the car door, I jumped onto my feet while vigorously shaking my hair, hoping the wasp would fly free and leave me unharmed.  Imagine the immense relief I felt when a fly (not a wasp) escaped my tangled curls!  It lasted for a split second—until the stupid fly flew up my nose.  No amount of gagging could save him.

Some days you wonder why you even bothered to venture out the front door.