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Merciful


 

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Merciful


 

Merciful

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At 17 years old, Acacia Moirgetes is starting to feel like her boring, lonely existence is something of a tragedy. 

A Greek tragedy, that is. Acacia quickly learns that the life she thought she knew is a lie. More disturbingly, it’s a lie she’s been telling herself to avoid the terrible truth. Now she’s on a mission to corral the Greek gods of myth back to Mount Olympus before all Hades breaks loose. 

With the help of her guide, a curmudgeonly former goat named Amal, and her two Pyroskia— devastatingly handsome bodyguards, Blaise and Ash, whose devotion to Acacia runs deeper than either ever imagined—Acacia must follow the truth to its darkest ends. 

Along the way, she’ll have to recover her forgotten powers, come to terms with the woman she once was, and perhaps most importantly, discover why she left Olympus in the first place. 

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Bio


Casey Adolfsson

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Casey Adolfsson

I would love to say that I had some great epiphany or that I was destined to write, but it wasn’t that glamorous.

 

I have always enjoyed writing and have tried my hand at several incomplete short stories of varying genres. The first was when I was 12 and visiting relatives. That first short story was thrown out because I was caught writing in my room well past midnight and the topic was “too mature”. Forget that I was twelve and working on my own aspiring masterpiece, nope… talent stifled and story thrown away. This did not stop my love of the written word.

I find real enjoyment in visiting worlds constructed of vivid imagery by authors, this is to say, I like to read. And for me creating my own world never seemed that far-fetched, it was all about timing.

And the timing was right on December 17th 2009. I had been thinking for days about writing again, but what? I didn’t want another failed short story to add to my collection, so I found myself daydreaming about Acacia and really hot guys… more on that later… but there she was and she was quite insistent that I tell her story. 

So insistent, that I found myself walking from the shower hair soaking wet and a robe in place (not a toga by the way) to my favorite rocking chair and ottoman.

I grabbed the legal pad I had been using to make the week’s grocery list on and began writing. I wrote for four hours without stopping. For those of you that have heard of hypergraphia, will understand that I was a little afraid of what the unceasing movement of my pen meant. I know now. It meant I had a story to tell. Not the best story in the world, certainly not the world’s brightest or intellectually plotted story, but a story nonetheless.

Strangely, that opening sequence that was so, so important for me to get down did appear in the book. Just not on Chapter 1. Readers will find a version of that first glimpse of Acacia and crew in a Chapter titled Idiots Make The Best Snacks.

Funny, how things work out that way.

Not long after I began my endeavor, I had the pleasure of conversing with an actual real author, Lauren Groff. When a New York Times Best Selling Author tells you something… listen. The single most valuable piece of advice I received I got from her.

“Write every day. Do something, anything with your work every day.” I did and it kept me close and tuned into my characters, no matter where I went they stayed with me. I wrote something new, edited something old, thesaurused things I’m not smart enough to know synonyms for, but I stuck with my story and I never let my characters or myself down.

As a mother of two, and an over volunteer, I should put achiever… or “can’t say no’er” , there were a lot of nights I wanted to slide under the sheets, pull them up over my head and tuck them in enough that no one would notice I was there. I didn’t fool anybody with that trick and so… instead of hiding under the covers I hid behind my notebook and… I wrote. 

My husband has been extremely supportive of my writing, but I don’t think he took me seriously until after I told him I had over a 100,000 words in my document. He peeked over my shoulder several times after that, I think mostly to be sure I wasn’t writing, “I love donuts. I love wine. I love cheese. I love chocolate” over and over.  Ask him to name my four main characters… I dare you.

If you’re reading this it’s because I want you as a fan or you already are one. So it’s probably just you and my four closest friends.

I hope you enjoy Acacia and crew as much as I do.

-C 

P.S Amal wants to know if you have anything to eat. Specifically a taco.