Author Spotlight – Aneza Lee

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Dear Reader,

this week’s author spotlight for the Goodreads Paranormal, Dystopia, Fantasy and Romance Readers, Writes and Reviewers Group is none other than me! Do check out my work and please be so kind as to share it with friends, family and colleagues.

Please help me to reach my goal of 1,000,000 downloads for each of my titles by sharing this post, downloading a title and being so kind as to leave a review if you enjoyed my work. You will be helping me to make a life-long dream come true. This is me following my bliss :)

My fantasy and poetry book titles are available as e-books on Smashwords. (The Harpy Chronicles – The Namari Book I is free to download). You can find my titles in paperback on Amazon. Alternatively, they are also available for Kindle.

Thanks so much for your support and have a great week. Remember to stay inspired and to follow your bliss!

Thank you, as always, for reading,

Aneza Lee

A Clockwork Queen

A clockwork queen

A Clockwork Queen*

A prose poem by Aneza Lee

“Something a little dark with a medieval feel.”

A Clockwork Queen

Such dreams of treasure in dark places of shadow and silence, where the glint of gold begs but for a scrap of light. Embroidered hope extends delicate fingers, to press against my beating breast. A breath, like the first, slow, deep, explosive in exhalation. A rebirth, a tenuous dream, a dark eye gazing about a grand hall of dancing shadows.

The feel of velvet, embroidered lace, a moment’s reflection before light blazes forth, and the banners unfurl in this place where history is carved into the stones of the world. I must speak the words and from my lips, I unleash the doom of men. To war! To war, by flame and boiling sea, are delivered the deaths of the many, by sword and tortures of the flesh, my throne claims the treasures of the dead.

A dark queen upon an ageless throne, my gaze upon lands unconquered. New worlds like sunken treasures to be unearthed by my bannermen. My brave warriors, clad in steel and blood and glory, go forth, and return unto me with the wealth of new realms. This dark hall has gazed upon grand designs so vast that within them, even I am but a clockwork queen.

Beneath starred crown, behind shadowed lids that glitter gold and black, beneath this alluring mantle of magnificence, I am woman, not stone, nor fire, nor element. I am a cog within a wheel within a great machine whose purpose I cannot define. Enslaved queen to the hunger of a baying beast, unbidden it may devour me yet, this dark hall my tomb. Aeons hence some may recall the queen who led her baying nation beyond the wall.

*Unfortunately I cannot credit the artist of the image as I know not from whence it came, but I would be happy to do so.


Life is born in darkness, whether for the seed beneath the soil or for the infant who begins life in the darkness of the womb. So begins our struggle to find the light. Our lives are a metaphor for that struggle, don’t you think? The spark of life is struck in darkness, and we grow to escape the airless womb to draw our first breath in the light of the world. No matter the path we take from that moment we all end in the tomb. Whether consumed by flames like the Vikings of old or laid to rest in the peaceful earth, we all begin and end on an equal footing. We arrive naked and we take nothing with us when we depart this realm, save the collective sum of our experiences and our deeds.

Why do we do it? Why do our souls come into being in these magnificent flesh bodies that allow us to interact with the magical construct that is life? Our lives can at times seem humdrum, boring even, yet only we forget to see the wonder in our very existence. We lose the childlike wonder of our early years and we forget that our earthly lives are infused with the magic that brought us into being. We can create or we can destroy but the choice lies solely within us. No matter our circumstances, we can rise above them or we can choose to succumb to them.

At the beginning of a new year I find my thoughts turn to new beginnings, no surprise there. Also, I dwell on endings. With the closing of one door another opens and so it is with the beginning of a new year as we are presented with myriad new opportunities to change our lives, to mold them to be what we desire. Some things are written before we are born, or so I believe.

For me it is so with love. I knew from a young age that somewhere in the world was a man for me, someone incredibly special who sought me as I sought him. I can recall entering countless rooms and sweeping my eyes across the faces I’d find there and my inner voice would say, “He’s not here,” with a pang of disappointment. I can recall with perfect clarity that this little voice would sound in my head even when I was in a committed relationship and very much in love with my partner at the time… which caused me no end of annoyance. I believed my inner voice to be mistaken, why was I still looking when I was happy with so-and-so? We are all fools in love. Many years later I found myself single and one day I commented to a friend that I was content with my life and that I felt complete, even in my solitude.

Naturally the universe heard my words and the powers that be gave each other a knowing glance and an almost imperceptible nod. I had stopped looking, they knew, and I contented myself with the single life. I even told my friend that perhaps I was not destined to meet my significant other… I had been so certain in my younger days but well into my 30’s and with no sign of him I found myself in bed one night and the thought hit me that perhaps he was not walking the Earth as I was or as I’d always felt, always believed. I felt physically ill at the possibility, because I’d determined at a young age that I would be one of the lucky ones that would find true love, lasting love.

One day not long after this seemingly fateful conversation I turned a corner and there he was. Our eyes met and it was as if electricity struck. I was bodily drawn by an invisible force and in that moment I knew that I’d found him. “Where have you been?” I wanted to ask. “I’ve been looking for you all this time.” I had to fight the almost overpowering urge to throw my arms around him like I’d known him all my life and we’d been but lately parted. It might sound Hollywood movie unreal, but I swear it is the absolute truth. Four years later we are still as in love as ever. It was written long ago, before I was born, I know that as I know myself.

Yet not all is written. In this new year, you can begin anew, change your life to be whatever you want it to be. You can make a dream come true or at least strive towards it. I wish that for you after the New Year’s resolutions have faded and you are neck deep in the stresses of day to day life. Pick one thing you’d like to realise this year and bring it into being, and make it something good! I’ll cross my fingers for you and wish for you to take a little of the magic of life to realise your dream, no matter how big or small. Happy 2016 and remember, your origins do not define your limits, only you can do that.

Thank you, as always, for reading.

Until next time stay inspired,

Aneza Lee


Strange Magic

Dear reader,

here we are again and the silly season is upon us. It casts a strange magic indeed, don’t you agree? People start listening to the craziest old tunes ever created… and suddenly it’s perfectly acceptable to spend an entire month’s salary on a one-day event that at any other time of the year would get disapproving looks from your financial advisor.

It’s a time of family and friends and overindulgence and gift giving. For others it is a time of great sadness and emotional pain and many don’t enjoy the festive season. Some go all out and really get into it and others treat it as another day and don’t make a big deal at all. However you spend it, for me it’s always been a day for family, and I do dearly love my family. This year  has been a crazy ride but all in all it’s been a good year for me and mine.

However you are spending the 25th of December this year, I hope it’s your best one yet. Wishing you the best day and also a stellar year ahead in which all your dreams come true.

Without further ado I bid you adieu and happy tidings… and feel free to have an extra helping of dessert, you deserve it!

Thank you as always for reading and warmest wishes,

Aneza Lee




Random Ramble

Do you ever look up from weeding the rose bed or feeding the cat or some other routine task and marvel for just a moment as the realisation sinks in… jeepers creepers, I’m a responsible adult, when in the hell did that happen? You survey your little kingdom and note how glossy the cat’s coat is and how you nursed that cute little bugger from a helpless kitten to confident adulthood, you coo over… yes, you heard right, Aneza the plant whisperer… ahem, you coo over your green peppers. You marvel at your phantom watermelon that turned out to really be an exotic variety of butternut that mysteriously started growing in the garden. Max, my darling fiancé was right and I was wrong… darn those stripes, I was convinced. You’re getting shit done and it feels good. It’s empowering, these little triumphs in our day to day in the campaign of life.

You suddenly realise that you created all of this, attracted it into your life… I’m still in two minds about the cat, wahaha… especially when he wakes me at 4am. Still, none of the things in your life are there by accident, they’re there by design, yours specifically whether you realise it or not. My courtyard was a barren grey brick wasteland boxed in by high cement walls when I moved in and now I have a delightful little garden with a shade giving tree and vegetables, herbs and flowers all around. My fiancé and I worked hard to make it flourish and continue to do so with other aspects of our lives.

So just remember, you’re in the driver’s seat of your life, you can change anything you want to, all you need is to have that intention first. The rest will come. In our current early summer heatwave it’s a bit hard to stay energised but I hope that wherever you are you are facing your obstacles with aplomb and enthusiasm.

Stay inspired!

Aneza Lee



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I have been unable to post for quite some time, so no I’m not dead under mysterious circumstances rendering my novels worth a small fortune to the relatives I leave behind… and who will obviously tearfully mourn my loss… nope, still alive and kicking and not quite famous yet. Boo hoo, life continues.

It seems my WordPress page had a technical error and numerous posts simply would not be saved or published under any circumstances… and a simple logging out and logging back in fixed it… after some frustration and colourful language.

What is news in Anezaville? What indeed? Some dimensional shifts and new ways of looking at the world, a profound sense of gratitude for all my many blessings and a very sharp focus on work. I am also campaigning violently against the weed invasion in my rose beds and seem to be making noticeable progress. I am learning all about the Primal Blueprint and I have taken up my beloved morning walks again now that the weather is threatening summer, if rather fitfully.

I’m afraid this furious flurry of fervent activity has left little time for writing… forsooth, for shame, it’s awful and I plan to remedy it soon, but simply not having time to put fingers to keyboard does not mean that I’m not dreaming up tales in my over-active imagination.

I trust that you all have found more time to be creative than I, who have too many projects and seem to make too little time for them. I feel that in retrospect I’ve made some personal progress within myself this last year and I am quite proud of some of my recent work accomplishments. I am achieving personal goals and it’s a great feeling. I am looking forward to the energy shift that 2016 will bring and I can’t shake the feeling that something big is on the way.

I wish you, dear reader, every happiness for the coming weeks and hope that somewhere in your day you’ll be able to perform a random act of kindness for someone. It’s amazing how a kind word or a silly joke received on your WhatsApp can make your day, or something as simple as making your partner an unasked for cup of tea. Such little thoughtful gestures can be so appreciated.

Until next I visit, stay inspired.

Aneza Lee

Goodbye Othello – A tale from the Twilight Zone

I first became aware of him in the bitter winter of 2014 when the wind and rain was whipping the wet earth. A lone juvenile, a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat with pale green eyes hiding from me in the shadows of my Italian basil bush. My garden is a sanctuary for many a wandering cat seeking refuge from the tyranny of the neighbourhood children.

I heard his mournful cries in the mornings and began to ask around as to who owned this beautiful nuisance who was courting my blue eyed cream and gold tabby. Mystique is my seven-year-old spayed female cat with only three legs, but she seems to be catnip to tuxedo boys. She has many friends of this persuasion. Just another lovestruck sod I suspected, but sadly I learnt that one of our neighbours had moved away and abandoned him.

What monsters! I was outraged. It’s the same as abandoning your child in my opinion, pets are not discardable at a whim, they are a part of your family. My tender heart couldn’t bear to think of him alone and hungry, and very, very cold. The nights were deathly cold, even beneath four blankets and a feather down duvet I felt the chill in the air. I made a bed for him under the porch and began to leave food out for my mysterious little visitor but each time he saw me he ran in terror, so afraid that he actually left the premises altogether.

We are on good terms with our neighbours and their kids simply adore my fiancée, who they refer to as “cool Uncle Max.” Whether they be 4 or 16, they all come running when they see him, he’s just that kind of guy. Whether it’s painted snail races a la Turbo style or baking or make wooden cars or a competition for who can make a canon that shoots the furthest (I kid you not) – they all won a prize for effort, he loves kids and they love helping him tinker on whatever project he is busy with in our busy little garage. Naturally I informed him to tell them that if he catches them chasing that poor cat they will have to answer to me. He plays me off as the bad cop whenever they visit, with quips like “The aunty is working, don’t make a noise or you’ll be in trouble.” I’m the biggest softie but according to them I am the law. It’s hilarous. They’re all very sweet kids and very soon everyone knew that my little fella was off limits and was not to be chased.

It took months of gentle coaxing to get him to relax around me. First he stopped running away when I came out to feed him, and instead he’d walk away briskly, which relaxed into more of a stroll… The strolls got shorter and shorter until he stopped walking away and would simply watch me at a distance as I hung washing or filled the food bowl. The way to a cat’s heart is through his stomach. Finally he started coming towards me. It took such a long time to build his trust but at last I was able to reach out and touch him. I’d lay out cat nip and watch as in a very kittenish fashion he’d roll around and play and he was putting on weight and starting to relax, that haunted look finally leaving his face.

Honestly I’ve no idea how long he was homeless, half a year? One of the neighbours told me that he would steal into her kitchen at night to eat the scraps out of her cat’s bowls. Finally, we became friends and I felt very honoured to call him that. He proved to be a gentle, sweet cat. In that time I adopted a kitten from one of my very good friends, a sweet little guy I named Morpheus. My little black and white tuxedo boy who I’d called my little fella became Othello. They were the best of friends.

I noticed one afternoon that Othello seemed to be off his food. He was never a big eater anyway, but I thought I’d best keep an eye on him. Another day or two and he didn’t seem to be eating. That evening I picked him up and he seemed listless and I said to Max that if he was not better by morning I would take him to see the vet. Thinking better of it I asked Max to fetch him in from the garden where I’d last seen him having a snooze but when he went out Othello was nowhere to be seen. We searched for him but figured he’d gone out for a stroll as cats do. He was not there the following morning. I thought typical cat, he must have heard us talking about taking him to the vet. Next day still no Othello and then I heard his voice and there he was in the garden, but without his collar. I wonder how he’d lost it.

He seemed to have perked up again and was eating but was behaving strangely. He wouldn’t come near me, wouldn’t come indoors, acted as though he was afraid of us and ran like hell whenever he saw Max. He had always been very cautious of Max but it was like we were back at square one. What was wrong with him? He even attacked Morpheus. He started marking all over the garden and behaving like an unneutered male and getting into fights, but we had had him neutered. It was like he was a complete stranger.

I said to Max that we had to wash down the porch as there was an odd smell and he said it was just the cats marking the place up. Then I went out to water my pot plants and I saw a shock of black fur amidst the foliage. On moving the pot plant away I saw Othello laying there, lifeless, his jewelled collar still around his neck. Suddenly I realised the collarless black cat was not Othello and that it was in fact his doppelganger. Poor Othello had been sicker than we’d realised and here I’d had no idea he had died because his twin was sitting in my garden, eating his food, sleeping in the spots he loved to sleep in, even sounded identical to him. This all took a moment to digest and I still find it shocking. The doppelganger was here not ten minutes ago, peeping in through my office window… I’d never seen him before Othello died.

So this is something of an ode to my departed cat, who I knew for only a short year. I believe animals have an angelic energy about them, they bring healing and joy with them and it was no different with Othello. His energy was so gentle. When I did my angel card readings I kept receiving the “Your pets on Earth and in Heaven are watched over by angels” card. My angels knew even though I didn’t. Isn’t life strange sometimes?

If you’ve borne with me this far, thank you dear reader, I appreciate your time.

Stay inspired and don’t forget to pet your pet. Like I always tell them when I let them out, “I love you,” and I often ask the angels to keep an eye on them. Maybe I sound a little liki tiki tau to you. That’s okay, this is my little world and they know me here.

‘Til next I visit your inbox,

Aneza Lee

Thank you

Just a little word with a big feeling behind it and one we don’t hear often enough. I just wanted to express my thanks to everyone who supported me during the Smashwords book promotion. Your support really means a lot. Thank you so much.

As an author, I can tell you that my books are my treasures, something I have invested a lot of time and love into creating and it brings me real joy to share my creations with you.

It has been a somewhat crazy month, with adventures in burnt popcorn, sad farewells, joyous reunions, and lots and lots of wind and rain. I’ve enjoyed some lovely sunshine days spent in my garden planting alyssum beneath my roses and have even put oil on canvas for the first time in a long while. Winter is a dread season for me. I can’t stand the cold, it is my kryptonite and anyone who knows me well will be nodding in agreement right now. Who’s bad idea was winter anyway? Some fools, no doubt…

I hope you are all keeping well, keeping warm and for those of you working on beloved projects or chasing those goals and dreams, don’t give up. Your moment of manifestation may be just around the corner.

Stay inspired,

Until next time,

Aneza Lee

Book Promotion: Limited Time Offer Discounts

Dear Readers,

until the end of July you can enjoy the following discounts on these exciting titles:

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Please be so kind as to share this with all and sundry and remember, the offer expires on 31 July. If you should read and enjoy any of the above titles, please be so kind as to leave a review. It would be much appreciated.

Happy reading to you all and until my next post,

stay inspired.

Aneza Lee