Axyl Thorne: Reveal #3

Axyl's known for his long, thick, blond locks. Image by Stacy Lefevre

Axyl’s known for his long, thick, blond locks.
Image by Stacy Lefevre

Reveal #3: Axyl Thorne… oh, he of the luscious blond mane

A few things you should know about Axyl Thorne, the famous Fae rock star character in my pending Song of the Ocarina novel:

  • He’s kind of gorgeous and among the most talented musicians ever.
  • He picked the Bush Lawyer—a very thorny plant—as part of his marketing for his band “Thorne,” for a good reason.
  • Most Dark Fae pick an animal familiar to help befriend and protect them, but Axyl‘s only ever-present companion is his posse of fan girls. Hey, a posse provides the same basic support—with benefits—right?
  • His wandering eye is paused for the moment on our heroine Lark’s younger sister B’rook, who’s just coming of age.
  • He carries a secret about his lineage, which not even B’rook knows. As an opportunist, he likes to hang out with the Dark Fae, but is that where he really belongs?

To find out more, you’ll just have to read about it in Song of the Ocarina, the first book in my pending new-adult fantasy adventures — the Delfaerune Rhapsody series.

Watch for a full character image reveal of Axyl here in my blog, and also in my Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn feeds.

See Axyl reveal #2.


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Ann Narcisian Videan
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Find your Dark Fae name

Delfaerune Rhapsody antagonist Mikk Stone. Can you guess what rock star's name played muse for my antagonist's identity? Comment below.

Delfaerune Rhapsody antagonist Mikk Stone. Can you guess what rock star’s name played muse for my antagonist’s identity? Comment below.

For my pending Song of the Ocarina novel, I picked Dark Fae character names based on famous, and even some burned-out, rock and rollers. Think long hair, studded black leathers, tattoos and piercings.

Use the first letter of your first name, for either a guy or a gal, then use the first letter of your last name.

As a gal, my first name starts with A, so my Dark Fae first name is Jett.
My last name starts with V, so my so my Dark Fae surname is Rotten.
That makes me Jett Rotten.

A       Motorhead

B       Bowie

C       Davyd Lee

D       Vynce

E       Jym

F       Skidd

G       Iggie

H       Mikk

I        Ronney

J       Keyth

K       Stevinn

L       Blackie

M      Chrys

N       Alyiss

O       Myke

P       Kert

Q       Eddy

R       Black

S       Axyl

T       Ozzy

U       Iron

V       Chryss

W      Elvish

X       Def

Y       Phyl

Z       Motley

A       Jett

B       Nikki

C       Phair

D       Rhiki

E       Byorc

F       Siouxsie

G       Thyn Lizzy

H       Indigo

I        Boney

J       Jewyl

K       Sherr

L       Zola

M      Runaway

N       Janys

O       Inez

P       Tyna

Q       Mad Donna

R       Jhoan

S       Lyz

T       Cass

U       Exene

V       Chryssie

W      Shinayde

X       Queen

Y       Alanys

Z       Motley

A       Morryson

B       Joplyn

C       Hendryx

D       Moon

E       Lawless

F       Winehouse

G       Crue

H       Pretender

I        Hynde

J       Osbourne

K       Banshee

L       Maiden

M      Kreeper

N       Wild

O       Whitesnake

P       Cyclone

Q       Guns

R       Thorne

S       Ness

T       Leeroth

U       Sabbath

V       Rotten

W      Distortion

X       Ratt

Y       Sixx

Z       Poison

Can you come up with a better Dark Fae name yourself? Please share.

Lark Tūrehu, Reveal #4

A unique fae, sporting her human look, as illustrated by John Taylor.

My unique fae leader, sporting her human look,
as illustrated by John Taylor.

Reveal #4:  Eighteen-year-old Lark stands 6’5″ feet tall, flies without wings, and is one of only two Noble Fae in Delfaerune with silver-white hair.

Lark Tūrehu, my heroine, and her sister B’rook are the only two fae with the color of hair shown in this image, throughout my Delfaerune Rhapsody series-in-progress. They are the daughters of the Magistrate of Glamour (magic), and the Magistra of Music.

I actually saw a young woman with hair this color at the Phoenix Comicon last month, although I doubt it came naturally. Do you know anyone with locks like this?

My heroine belongs to a race of fae, based on the original mythological fairies who, per The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Elves and Fairies, Chapter 9: “Elf and Fairy Behavior,” are “in Irish folklore…referred to as…opalescent beings…about 14 feet tall!”

Lark’s story unfolds, starting in the Song of the Ocarina, the first book in my young-adult, fantasy-adventure series, due out in late 2013.

Watch for more clues in the coming days to reveal Lark’s whole character image — and, also, image reveals of the books’ Dark Fae brothers: hero Noel and antagonist Mikk Stone. Also watch Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn.

Back to Reveal #3                                        To the Final Reveal (#5)

How to enter the Fae realm

Excerpted from Song of the Ocarina
© 2014 Ann Narcisian Videan

The Fae in “Song of the Ocarina” are nothing like this typical rendition (so beautifully crafted by Mark Pate). Instead, they follow the original mythology with very tall, magical beings without wings.

“Lean back against this tree and repeat the tune I play.” Noel hummed a short haunting melody.

Lark listened carefully, and memorized the melody as he played it the first time through.

“Now, this time, listen carefully to the musical tones and how they tie into the environment.” She didn’t really know what he meant, but concentrated on the way the notes sounded as they interacted with the various natural surfaces around them. As he hummed and she listened, the sounds stopped resisting against the surface of the grass and tree trunks and started seeping through the foliage, becoming at one with it. How odd.

“Now you try. Play it.” He nodded at the flute. She played the melody through once, perfectly. A proud expression bloomed across his face. “OK, now lean against the tree and repeat it several times while focusing again on the tones fitting in around us.”

As she played, she noticed the trees, grass, and flowers around her shimmering with what looked like heat waves. A tiny grey kiwi and a very black opossum snuck out from under cover and listened, noses quivering in the shady space. The music melded with the surrounding foliage and a magical, harmonious drone started as if from nowhere. As it emanated from the plants around her, rising and falling with the phrasing in her tune, everything began to glow with a faint luminescence.

Noel studied her as she played, one hand leaning against the tree. Pinions of iridescent light spread outward from his shoulders, spreading up and out behind him. At the sight, she let the flute’s last note fade. She studied the energetic aura growing denser behind his back as it flowed together. The force took the shape of wings, but did not create actual appendages.

Distracted by light moving all around her, she scanned the area slowly. Everything remained in its place, but the park somehow transformed into something new. Colors enriched, enhanced by a shimmer of energy. A quiet, melodic white noise hummed underneath the sound of the lake water slapping on the shore and the birdsong high in the trees.

Noel stood motionless, his head tilted back, and took several deep breaths. His energy-field wings moved in sync with his breaths. After a long moment, he grinned down at Lark. “Home.”

“Home?” She glanced around at the familiar, but strangely new, surroundings. With her flute still in one hand, she moved a few steps away to finger a velvety leaf on a fern. When she moved, the startled kiwi and furry opossum scurried to hide under a bush across the way. She glanced back at Noel and caught an energy field hugging her back just like his. She spun quickly to see what was behind her, but the aura moved with her. She reached back to try to touch the “wings,” but her hand met nothing. An unknown weight dropped in her stomach. “Noel… what’s happening?”

“Don’t worry, Alouette,” he whispered. “This is where we’re going to find your family.”

“It’s still Queenstown, but it’s not.” She peeked around, otherwise motionless.

“That’s right. It’s Queens’tyn, your home.”

“And my home would be…”


She furrowed her brow. “As opposed to Earth?”

He laughed. “No, we haven’t left Earth. The ‘Plana Via’ spell you just cast simply brought you to a different plane of consciousness.”

Lark’s eyes widened. “Spell… Plane of…” Like in fantasy books?

Noel simply nodded.

Lark’s head spun. She placed two fingers on her temple. What was happening? Was she dreaming?

“But how did we get here exactly?”

“You used karakia to move us.”


“What humans call good magic, but not exactly like wizards’ and sorcerers’. We use the energy of all life to manipulate our surroundings.”

Several points of light suddenly appeared under the bush occupied by the kiwi and opossum, and she took a sharp intake of breath. Two of the twinkling glow-points advanced toward Noel. Her eyes widened as they transformed from small dots of light into very tall, luminous beings; humanesque, but other-worldly.

One evolved into a strikingly beautiful woman with a thick braid of jet-black hair. Leather armor, laced with green tooled leaves, graced her lithe form. She clicked a quarterstaff into a mechanical holder at her waist as she rapidly glided, rather than walked, toward Noel.

“You’re back!” she cried.