Hello My Fellow Paranormalists,
I’m H. R. Sinclair, an author, artist, and supernatural enthusiast. I’m here to promote my book Bloodstone and to give you tips on luring fairies to your garden and keeping them happy.
First, a word of caution: Never try to keep fairies as pets. They are wild, carefree creatures. Captivity can be very dangerous for them, and for you.
Tips for Attracting
and Caring for Fairies
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Plant flowers and herbs to attract fairies. They
love bluebells, carnations, cowslip, daisies, fairy roses, heliotrope,
hollyhock, lavender, lilacs, lobelia, pansies, primrose, thyme, violets, and
wood sorrel.
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It’s important to note, these flowers attract all
types of fairies, so to discourage bad fairies also plant dill, morning
glories, and rosemary.
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Sprinkle cinnamon on the soil now and then. It’s
like catnip for fairies.
·
Create a water source, such as a birdbath or
fountain, to provide an oasis for fairies.
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Old foundation stones and crystals help fairies
recharge.
·
Fairies love nature, but
they need a diverse environment to thrive. Provide sculptures, solar lights,
and pinwheels so they can play.
· Place old mailboxes, cabinets, or drawers out for fairies to nest in.
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The
best time to entice fairies to your garden is April 29th through May 1st.
However, they can be quite mischievous during this time, so as a precaution, hang yellow flowers
on your exterior doors and place them by windows to keep them out of your home.
·
Leave bread and milk
outside your door on May 1st and the fairies will bless your garden.
·
On the summer solstice, leave
a thimble of whiskey and a piece of cake out for a chance to see fairies
dancing at midnight.
·
If fairies get rowdy,
ring a bell.
Be aware that fairies and gnomes do not get along. Are you ready to set
up your fairy garden?
Excerpt:
Small colored flecks danced in the sunlight. They darted back and forth. They rushed me, encircling me, round and round, faster and faster, creating a whirlwind of color that made me woozy. I began swaying before the flecks scattered. They swooped and gathered in front of me, coalescing into the shape of a small, translucent woman. She hovered several feet off the ground, sparkling like multicolored glitter and moving like an ethereal ballerina.
When she spoke, it echoed a thousand voices speaking in harmony. “Fáilte. Welcome. We are the Breena. You are of Andraste.”
“I’m Katie.” Wariness crept into my voice. The family books read Andraste. “Yeah, I think I’m Andraste.”
“Yes. You wear the Taith, a gift of the Breena.” She gestured to the traveling boots. “We are pleased to see them in this form. It has been long since the clan Andraste has visited. Tell us, what has become of sweet Clara and her quest?”
She—they—knew Clara? “I’m sorry, she died.”
“That is unfortunate. We liked Clara. You are taking up the quest?”
My stomach dropped. They may have said it as a question, but it sounded like a statement. “I ... I didn’t know my Aunt Clara, and I don’t know anything about a quest. I’m not the right person to talk to.”
“Yes, she was given the quest. As she is no longer, the task falls to the next in line.”
“Is this an optional type of quest?”
“It is your charge.”
“Well, I’m not the next in line. That’s probably my uncle. I’ll put him in touch with you.”
The Breena moved closer to me. One of the little flecks zipped from one side of her face to the other. “You are next in line. You wear the blessing. You are of Andraste, Keepers of Secrets, Guardians of Mamwlada. You are the Legacy. Protector of the Light. You will take up the quest. Find the Oubusch. Find the Others before the gates open. Stop the disciples of Morus.”
“Find what now?”
“Find the Oubusch. Find the Others before the gates open. Stop the disciples of Morus before they break the lock.” The Breena’s voice reverberated off my skin.
I swallowed. “Who’s Morus? What gate? What others? What’s an Oubusch, and how do I find it?”
“The Oubusch will lead you to the Others. Find the Stone, find the Others.”
“But how?”
“Open the box. Use the sundial.” The words rhythmic like a song. Her essence oscillated, and her form began to melt away.
“Wait, what box?”
“What is there is here, what is here is not there. You must hurry, time is ending.” With that, the flecks disbursed, and she was gone.
“Wait, please, I don’t understand.” No one answered
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