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Misty has also co-written a set of books under the title of "Urban Fantasies" with Ellen Guon. In case you’re feeling confused, the "Urban Fantasies" are books involving Eric, Kory, and Beth.
A little clearer now? No? Well, in case you haven’t read the books,
He was just an ordinary, if exceptionally good, busker, working for Renaissance Faires, or street busking with his flute. Then, he had to meet this psycho actor guy who insisted that he was an elf for chrissake! Turns out that not only is this guy a real elf, he also needs Eric’s help in saving the elves of L.A. Why Eric? Because he’s the greatest Bard of his time, and elf-guy needed Bardic Magic to free his friends from the Dreaming state they’re in. The catch here is this. The two are up against a major bad-news elf-lord and his daughter (who just happened to manage to seduce our young Bard). Oh, and one other thing, the elf and Eric both share the same love interest, Beth!
He was the elf. ‘Nuff said! Korendil, Knight of Elfhame Sun-Descending, Squire of the High Court, Magus Minor, and Child of Danaan. Great Sounding Titles, aren’t they? ;) Well, Korendil (or Kory) was the whirlwind that disrupted Eric’s and Beth’s lives forever. Not only is the elf so remarkably cute that both people are attracted to him (yes, even Eric, who’s not gay), but he also had to have awakened Eric’s sense of responsibility. Perenor (the major bad-news elf-lord) had placed Kory in Slumber for ten years, preventing the young elf from trying to Wake his people. Unfortunately for Perenor, Kory was Awakened by one heartbroken Bard playing his flute out side the Grove where he slept. The Bardic magic had stirred Kory in his Slumber and Woke up our elf. Does it help for me to say that Eric was the heartbroken Bard playing "Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór"?
Eliza (or Beth) was a dancer/musician. She was the singer in a group called "Spiral Dance" that played gigs at a seedy joint called "Diverse Pleasures" or just "the Dive". She was also a practicing Witch. That was what got her mixed up and recruited by this gorgeous elf that saved her from a drugged idiot. In my eyes, Beth is the brain of the operation. It’s not her fault that the two goons she’s in love (or lust) with happen to be at odds over her.
So that’s the operation. Now, the trio is out to right wrongs and do rights. Did that sound as bad as I think? Probably.
Here’s a short excerpt that I preferred over the other scenes.
Beth put her armload of costumes away and changed out to jeans and a T-shirt with "Gentle Ladies of Death and Destruction™" embroidered in pink and lavender on the front.
Poor Eric. He is going to be in real deep kim chee when word of this gets back to Admin. She pulled the shirt over her head and shook out her hair. The audience didn’t know whether to listen to the show or Mademoiselle Mimi. At least he doesn’t repeat his mistakes. Traci just went away. Donna married her shrink and left an invite to the wedding on his coffee table. And Kathie—the bitch—drove him out of Texas Faire. Even if that isn’t the way the rumor-mill has it.
She hung her mini-ocarina around her neck and mentally slapped her hand. It was itching for her Fender—
We have a gig Wednesday night and rehearsals Monday and Tuesday. Stop thinking heretical thoughts! Guitars alone could get you burned at the stake by the Renaissance Purists at this place, Kentraine. Electric guitars, oh horrors!
She poked her head out into the street, and saw Eric off in the distance, shoulders slouched, head down.
Lawsy. It’s hit him. Now we’re going to be in for at least twenty-four hours of Gloom, Despair and Agony.
There’s that.