All I know is I’ve got my Wonder Woman mug filled with coffee strong enough to grow hair on your chest and I’m ready to get to writing. But first I want to share some AWESOME news with ya’ll.
Remember the fabulous indie author Heather Marie Adkins who graced us with her lovely presence just last Wednesday? Well, that woman does NOT let any grass grow under her feet. Her new book is out! Murder, revenge, romance, a faery king. Holy canolli, Batman, this novel is full of sheer AWESOME!
Now, like any girl worth her salt, I’ve always had a bit of a thing for knights in shining armor. I mean, come on! Who wouldn’t? Hot guy with a big sword riding up on a white horse to save the day. It’s the stuff fairy tales and romance novels are made of.
These days, I don’t need a knight to rescue me. I can rescue myself, thank you very much. But still, there’s just something about a knight …
The thing we forget is that these knights were, and are, real people. They experience pain, heartache and fear just like the rest of us. They screw up. Make mistakes. They’re real, fallible people.
And that is the kind of knight I’m interested in. Not some perfect specimen on a pedestal, but a real warrior.
But Shéa, I hear you say, knights were REAL not a myth. And this is Mythos Monday.
Fair enough. But remember, there were knights (once upon a time) who were so much larger than life, they became legend. Myth.
These were the Knights Templar.
According to legend these Knights found something buried in the Holy Land. A vast treasure, some say. The Holy Grail or proof that Mary Magdalene was the wife of Jesus, say others.
No one knows, but the truth remains that after they found it, the Templar Knights became a force to be reckoned with. A force more powerful than the King of France himself.
And that could not be tolerated.
On Friday the 13th of October in the year 1307, the King had the Templars arrested and charged with numerous offences ranging from idolatry to homosexuality. Then he had them tortured until they confessed. As if that weren’t enough, he forced the Pope to issue proclamations ordering the Christian kings in Europe to arrest all Templars and seize their property. Then he began burning the Knights at the stake.
After the death of the Pope and the King of France (and with the Order disbanded and its leaders dead), the remaining Knights were either absorbed into other military orders, or retired with pensions. A sad end to a once noble brethren.
But what if that wasn’t the way it happened?
What if the thing that gave the Knights power was far older, darker and more deadly than anyone could possibly imagine?
What if one of the Templars escaped that night in October, taking that very thing with him?
And what if that Knight lived for 900 years … waiting … waiting …