- Book Title: Dragon’s Eye
- Book Series: Sumeria’s Sons, book five
- Author: Lexi Ander
- Publisher: Less Than Three Press (October 7, 2015)
- Book Length: 97,000 words
- Genre: Romance, Menage, Fantasy, Magic, Paranormal, Shifter
- Posting Date: October 6, 2015
Author Guest Post: Shamhat, Priestess of Inanna, Mother of the True Bloods.
In order to understand the Servants of the Glorious Ones, we must understand their origin. When the rumors of the wild-man in the wilderness reached the city of Uruk, Shamhat was sent out to investigate. She tamed Enkidu with sex. He was more animal than man, but when the antelope and gazelles shunned him, Enkidu followed Shamhat back to civilization. Enkidu places himself in Gilgamesh’s path where Enkidu challenges him.
I thought that it was logical that with as many times as Enkidu and Shamhat had sex, that she would’ve eventually became pregnant. What is the old saying, it only takes one time? In Sumeria’s Sons she has twins, Sohrab and Tabb. They inherited the ability to shift from Enkidu, their form being that of a half-man and half-antelope. The twins were raised in the temple, claimed by Inanna because their mother was her priestess.
There were a couple of things that I learned since starting Sumeria’s Sons. In source material, the priestesses and priests who served in Inanna’s temple were called “scared prostitutes” which might be wrong. Many scholars prefer the term “sacred sex” because the operation of the temple of Inanna was different that the operation of the temple of Athena were women were required to at least one time in their life to go up to the temple and have sex with a stranger. In the temple of Athena, they weren’t allowed to turn down any offering. Other scholars believed the sacred prostitution was only in cases where slaves were freed in order to be given to or dedicated to a god. In the temple of Inanna, sex happened without the exchange of payment and was supposed to be a part of a religious ritual, rite, or worship.
Do not mix Inanna up with emotional love. Yes, she’s a goddess of love but of sexual love or I guess you could say lust if you have a hard time separating sex and love. Her field was procreation, not about building loyalty, trust, and a white picket fence. Every year at the equinox they would spend two weeks celebrating sacred marriage and welcoming spring. Sacred marriage wasn’t about entering a contract to build a life together. It was a ritual were two opposites periodically came together in the act of creation and then went their separate ways.
This was the type of environment the two boys grew up in. As consort to Gilgamesh, the children Enkidu bore Gilgamesh were raised in king’s abode and lavished with all manner of finery. Instead of being content with their lot, Tabb and Sohrab were jealous of their half siblings. When Enkidu lay on his death bed, they didn’t go to visit their father like their siblings did and therefore they weren’t included in the blessings that Shamash handed down. Later, Inanna would use and warp their envy for her own gain, creating the assassins, the Servants of the Glorious One. Their descendants claimed they were True Bloods and the rightful heirs to the Seat of Zeev.
One thing that I wanted to make sure I didn’t do was group a whole people into evil of the Servants of the Glorious One. It would be naive to believe that all of them sided with Inanna or were on board with all the murdering. This happens all too much in real life, where people accuse all Christians or all Muslins of being the same as the radicals claiming to follow those spiritual paths. So in Dreams of the Forgotten, an alternate passive group of the Servants was captured after it was discovered that Stan and Jory had been magically manipulated. The two
factions have been established, each with their own ideas on how to go about stealing the Wolf Throne from the Lycans.
What about the True Bloods who don’t want to follow Inanna in any way? Who want to break away and create their own path? Who don’t agree with their brethren and want nothing to do with the Seat of Zeev, and just want to be left alone? They are out there, you know.
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.
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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The Book Description:
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.
Prowling through the trees, I dared not use the new path that had been created with all the recent foot traffic. Sticking to the deepest shadows until the storage shed came into view, I crouched down, waiting and watching. Occasionally I scented the wind to make sure no one was around before I moved from the gloom. The darker patch of soil called to me. After so long, the dirt no longer appeared freshly turned and the fall leaves blanketed the area, partially hiding the spot where Ashur had placed Tristan. Even if snow covered the ground, I’d know the exact spot.
Dropping the bag to the side, I moved around the outer edge. Here the scent of magic was so sharp I sneezed several times. Ashur’s energy still lingered, faint with the passing of time, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. There was the trace of another’s power, heavy and bitter, and the scent clung to the back of my tongue. The soil hadn’t been physically disturbed but the magic permeated the ground.
Panic clawed at me. Why was someone casting spells over Tristan—unless, like me, they knew he was merely resting? I began to dig, the softened soil flying behind me as I envisioned discovering a dozen terrible things.
The embroidered hem of the red tunic Tristan had worn that day was revealed. After I changed back to my human form, I hastily put on my clothes. I hadn’t worn shoes or socks when I slipped away from Nathan’s and now the frosty ground quickly chilled my feet, but I didn’t care. Climbing down into the hole, I gingerly brushed the dirt away from material until I came to the edge where Tristan’s body should’ve been.
I didn’t understand; where was Tristan?
Meet the Author:
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.
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