Lorcan’s Bane is a poetic, powerful adventure that pits love against fear for the soul of womankind. Kitty R. Connell’s debut novel delivers inspiration and relevant new archetypes for twenty-first century women.
~ Jill Lublin, International Speaker and Bestselling Author of Guerrilla Publicity & Networking Magic
Kitty R. Connell’s lush descriptions and delicious prose make Lorcan’s Bane a joy to read. Her riveting plot and vivid characters make it a book to remember. Most of all, Lorcan’s Bane compels the reader to consider the notion of magic ~ magic that emerges from the courageous heart.
~ Joan Gustafson, International Speaker, Founder of Success and Leadership Dynamics, Author of A Woman Can Do That, Some Leaders Are Born Women! & Strategies for Building the Leader Within You
Lorcan’s Bane has brushed away the cobwebs that held me bound to a life that was less than I was meant for on this earth. It is time for women everywhere to claim their rightful power and heal the world. Read this book and let Mirren inspire you to the greatness you were meant to have and pass on to all generations of women. ~ Kathleen O’Bannon, CNC, Author of The Anger Cure & The World’s Oldest Health Plan
The better female writing, as in Lorcan's Bane, wants to make certain points and appeal to the mind as well as the heart, and pays much more attention to melding the styles. Look at this bit from Excerpt 2:
I thought to close my eyes, to shut away the fury that Lorcan had unleashed. But I was compelled to bear witness - compelled to watch and quail at the thought of the generations that Lorcan would spawn. Specters of them marched among the archers, soldiers of misfortune, all. Some wore mail and carried maces; others wore finely woven armor and carried obscene powers in their proper leather cases. Over the ages, they had made enemies of their own hearts and had disengaged their manhood from their spirit until nothing but hubris worked for them.
"Would they understand even then?" I wondered. "Would they finally come in reverence to all of Creation? Or would they continue to stubbornly worship the worst aspects of themselves until the female half of God brought them to their knees?" I moaned for the men as well as the women.
Lorcan laughed and kissed me again. Then he licked the leather thongs and brutally cinched my wrists behind me. I leaned into the Maypole to draw upon its magic - grimly amused at the irony as I tapped the great phallus for strength. My jaws ached from clenching them, but my teeth chattered otherwise, and I would not give Lorcan the pleasure of knowing so.
That's quite finely constructed stuff.
Glen Ponce, English Professor
