Idyll Dreams & Nonsensical Things

The random thoughts and whimsical writings of Cari Lyn Jones

It has been a while since I posted one of my fairytales and this one has been brewing in the back of my mind for a while. When my daughter and I were visiting a botanical garden, we saw the most beautiful fish. The pictures just don’t do it justice! It was the palest gold …

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AI… you hear about it everywhere nowadays. For some, it invokes some pretty strong feelings. Living with someone who has a great deal of experience and works closely with it every day, I understand that it can be a powerful tool that can improve efficiency (or laziness depending on the person) and productivity. But for …

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Finally! It’s only a few short weeks away from the release of Where the Angels Dream. I am so looking forward to the town of Ashwood coming alive for all of you. From the Bottoms to Winding Street, from Mrs. O’Toole’s to the Ascher family cemetery, my mind has walked these streets so often and …

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Unlike many gas lamp fantasies, my upcoming novel Where the Angels Dream is not set in Victorian London or New York or some other similarly industrious city (or sometimes the fantasy equivalent of them). No, for Ashwood town and the land around it, my inspiration came from places a little closer to home.  I grew …

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Something old and powerful walks the gas-lit streets of Ashwood town – For decades the Ascher family cemetery had been left to rot and ruin. Still, getting the position as caretaker there had been a boon for Devon Amaris. The job suited him, and it paid well enough that he could bring his younger sister, …

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Hip-hip-hurray! The gas lamp fantasy that I have been working on is on its way to my editor. Where the Angels Dream, the first book in my An Affinity for the Dead series, should be coming to you this fall. I plan on sharing the blurb and some interesting tidbits about the story here on …

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“Hoax quietly watched as she spun flax and nettle into thread, twisting the strands of hair in as she twined the fibers together. A bowl of water sat on the floor at her elbow, the scent of rosemary rising up from it every time she dipped her fingers in to wet them while she spun.” …

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When I first read “The Fly-Away Horse” by Eugene Fields it set my imagination alight! I found it in an old book of poems at my grandmother’s house. I don’t remember how old I was (pretty young), and I thought it would be an amazing thing to be able to fly away to faraway lands …

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