Welcome to the Pride Promotions Book Tour for DRAGON'S EYE.
And here's author Lexi Ander to give you a behind the scenes look.
Dilmun, Heaven of the Gods.
I've read the debates about whether Dilmun was an actual place on earth or a mythical land. Sometimes the texts gave directions on how to reach Dilmun while others, such as the early epic "Enmerkar and the Lord of Aratta," where the description of the construction of the holy ziggurats at cities of Uruk and Eridu were noted to have taken place "before Dilmun had yet been settled". In the Epic of Gilgamesh, the hero passed through Mount Mashu (Cedar Mountain) in order to reach the heaven of the Gods in search of immortality.
Dilmun has been described as, "the place where the sun rises," and, "the Land of the Living," and a "faraway, half-mythical place." It is supposed to be the place where creation occurred when salt water (Tiamat) met and mingled with sweet water (Abzu). But strangely in the story of "Enki and Ninhursag (Ki) and the Creation of Life and Sickness," there was no water in Dilmun. It was described as heavens often were with descriptions such as, "the raven uttered no cries" and "the lion killed not, the wolf snatched not the lamb, unknown was the kid-killing dog, unknown was the grain devouring boar." Enki orders the sun God Shamash (Utu) to bring water over so that, "Dilmun Drinks the Water of Abundance." Enki saw a lot of action in Dilmun which lead him to becoming pregnant with his own seed and seeking help from Ninhursag (Ki) to alleviate his predicament.
I decided to keep Dilmun as a mythical place with the gates that were depicted in the Epic of Gilgamesh, guarded by scorpion men. The gateways in Sumeria's Sons are called the Anunnaki Gates and the kenwards are the Ophidians. With the exception of Dilmun, the Halls of the Anunnaki Gates house the individual gates and are kept by the kenwards. With the withdrawal of the gods from the world of man, the gates had deteriorated. After the death of Tristan's father, the Ophidians searched for a task to keep them from fading. They restored the gates and unburied the ancient city that housed the Halls of the Anunnaki Gates from the desert sands.
The Earth gates are the most prevalent, dotting the countryside all over the world. They are about four feet high and usually made from granite. The individual gates can connect to another gate its direct path or can return to user to the Halls of the Anunnaki Gates. The writing on the pillars tells the kenwards the two destinations it is capable of going to. Within the ancient Hall is the main Earth gate that can connect to all those gates directly. That main gate is constructed of red and green granite. The gates to Irkalla, the Sumerian underworld, those gates are bone white with black symbols. The gates to Dilmun are made of lapis lazuli. Of the other seven gates housed in the Halls of the Anunnaki Gates, only the oldest of the Ophidians know of their destination and they keep that information close to their chest.
At the beginning of Surrounded by Crimson both Randy and Stan left the ranch and ended up at the Halls of the Anunnaki Gates. Why? Well, you'll have to check it out in the short story A Child's Wish (Sumeria's Sons, Interlude 4.5). ^_^
A huge thank you for allowing me to be a guest on the blog today! Throughout the blog tour for Dragon's Eye, I hope you enjoy the behind the scenes look at the gods and mythos, and how they play a part in Sumeria's Sons. For a visual representation, please visit my Pinterest page. (https://www.pinterest.com/lexiander1/sumeria-sons-inspirations/) During the tour I discuss the Sumerian pantheon, about who and what the Gods/Goddess are, and how I use them. Make sure you stop by the other blogs to get a complete look at the Gods and Goddess the Lycan's follow.
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Dragon’s Eye by Lexi Ander
Series: Sumeria’s Sons Book Number: 5
Series should be read in order.
In the wake of birth and betrayal, Ushna takes the God Ashur to Tristan in a last desperate bid to save Tristan's life—and is helpless to do anything but watch as Ashur instead buries him in a grave. Though he has no desire to go on living, having now lost Brian and Tristan, Ushna has no choice. Not only do their children need him, the mysterious Simurgh has come out of hiding and forces him to continue on—for there is much to do and little time to do it, especially with treachery and danger closing in on them from every side.
Words: 98,000 words
Categories: Fantasy, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
The God Ashur followed behind me carrying Tristan, whose body was battered and broken. The cry of our newborn pups preceded me. Their birth was supposed to be a wondrous occasion, but through treachery and lies, that was stolen from us. Instead of enjoying the happy moment, I feared Tristan was dying.
There was so much blood. The damage to his body overwhelmed my senses. I was afraid if I didn't keep my eyes on him, if I turned my back for a second too long, his Flame would slip away. We ran through the cursed caverns that wouldn't allow me to touch my wolf or feel the song of the earth. Ashur's harsh commands to hurry spurred me on faster but I had to look behind me, I had to see with my own eyes that Tristan was still with us, still fighting.
The scars… I couldn't care less but Tristan might. I vowed I would spend the rest of my life showing him how beautiful he was to me—but first we had to get him out into the open.
I glanced back. "Hurry, Ashur."
The corridor seemed much longer than when we'd come in. Glancing over my shoulder again to ensure Ashur followed closely, my impatience caused a snarl to rumble in my throat. Tristan's skin was a gray-blue, stark and sickly against Ashur's rich mahogany tone. With every passing moment, we were losing him.
"Please." I don't know if I begged Ashur to go faster or if it was a plea to the Gods to spare Tristan's life.
When we entered the darkened corridor carved from the bedrock, I heard Tristan sigh. For months, he'd been teaching me how to listen to the Earth and I could practically feel her rush to him. I climbed the stairs, my foot slipping on the wet step in my hurry to get outside.
The open air had never smelled so good, filling my lungs with the scents of life. My wolf stirred, frantic for our mate. I reached to take Tristan from Ashur, but he dodged my grasp, moving off to the side. His low voice had a musical tone as he chanted in a language I didn't recognize and next to him, a hole formed in the ground.
"What are you doing? You said all we had to do was get him outside!" Why was Ashur not singing the song for healing? I reached again to take Tristan from Ashur's arms. Tristan was teaching me the complex chant, but Ashur was Tristan's tutelary. He knew what to ask the Earth for and how. Why was he not begging her to save Tristan's life? She wouldn't say no. She'd never say no to Tristan because she adored him.
It took a moment for the haze of my frantic thoughts to subside enough to realize Ashur was talking and then another for me to process the meaning of his words. What did he mean he couldn't restore Tristan's health?
With rising alarm, I said, "You've been teaching him how to sing to the Earth. Why can't you do that now?"
Ashur dodged me, laying Tristan in the hole atop the dark loamy soil. Something eased in me seeing Tristan in contact with the ground, although the Earth didn't rush up to him as I'd expected. She never missed an opportunity to touch him… until now. Instead, I felt power build until my bones ached and the snakes on my chest writhed in discomfort.
Staring down, I searched for the source of the energy, sure that at any moment, whatever it was would show itself. My gaze continued to return to Tristan with his ruined eyed, his torso ravaged and gaping. Never had I seen him so vulnerable, so small, the very sight calling to the caretaker within me.
Tearing my gaze away, I confronted Ashur who was pleading with me. "I teach him the songs but She doesn't respond to me."
An ancient sadness shone in Ashur's visage but I didn't care. I had trusted him to save Tristan. Never before had I been filled with such useless rage. I didn't understand what Ashur was saying. Who was he talking about? The Earth? He was the king's tutelary, so why wouldn't the Earth answer his call?
Desperation rose up and I barked, "Why the fuck not?"
"Because I took the wrong side in a war, now I'm forever separated from Her."
What did that have to do with the here and now? What did it matter he'd lost something or someone? My Tristan was dying and all he could do was talk. Ashur's pleading gaze held mine and I suddenly understood. I glanced back down at Tristan, lying in a bed of fresh dark soil.
"No! You cannot mean to do this. He's not dead!" I jumped into the hole; Tristan's single eye stared at me with clarity, despite the state of his body. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath. There was still time. I could save him.
With the strength of the God he was, Ashur wound his arms around my waist and easily hauled me away from Tristan.
I went mad.
I fought, screamed and begged. First Brian and now Tristan. How was I to stay behind? I pleaded with Ashur to allow me to go with Tristan. We'd travelled through the Earth together before, we could do it again. I could sing to the Earth and beg for Her help.
It wasn't too late.
Then Ashur chanted and the soil covered Tristan, taking him from my sight. I roared with fury, thrashing and clawing at Ashur's hands. I vowed vengeance for this act of betrayal. Silently, Ashur held me as I beat and wailed upon him, trying to free myself from his steely grasp. He whispered continuously, "I am sorry but this had to be done," in my ear. Tears of grief stained my cheeks and I hated him all the more because it didn't have to be like this. He had no right to take Tristan from me.
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I woke staring into the darkness, and for the briefest of moments, I could smell him. Being able to feel Tristan as if he were right in the next room was maddening. And exhausting. If Tristan didn't return soon, the toll of his absence would wear me down and already people were whispering. I couldn't explain why we weren't going back home to the ranch. They indulged me to begin with, believing I needed time for my grief.
Sighing, I sat up, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore tonight. Grieving. In part, that wasn't a lie because I grieved for Tristan's presence. I breathed even as my chest ached. Since acquiring the albino caduceus adorning my chest, I sensed the direction of Tristan's location. Thinking back, I also sensed his moods as well, but I'd always believed that came from years of knowing him. Now I wasn't so sure. Even though I couldn't point to what direction Tristan could be found, I'd been getting flashes of emotion along with a deep lethargy that wasn't my own. The need to comfort him rose when unexpected pain flared, but there was nothing I could do. More than once, I wondered if my sanity wasn't slipping.
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Meet Lexi Ander:
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.
Where to find Lexi Ander:
Web site: http://www.lexiander.com
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6521302.Lexi_Ander
Publisher: LT3 Press - http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/books/
Cover Artist: London Burden
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