Deleted Scene: Chasing the Green Fairy

Saturday, September 20, 2014


I was just looking through my folder for Chasing the Green Fairy, Book II in the Airship Racing Chronicles Series, and realized that my readers might like to read a scene from Chasing the Green Fairy as I originally wrote it. This is not technically a deleted scene, but it was significantly revised from its original, hot version. For those of you who have not yet read Chasing the Green Fairy, this is a spoiler for Chasing the Green Fairy so I am posting it below the break.

Please note that this is a pretty hot scene and is intended for mature readers . . . don't get steamy surprise.

Chasing the Green Fairy spoiler alter!
Proceed with caution.




Robin

In the first version of Chasing the Green Fairy, the flame between Robin and Lily was a little bit hotter than what made it to the cut. We decided, in the end, that making this scene so steamy made Lily seem kinda slutty (that's saying a lot for Lily), unfaithful to Byron and Sal, and lessened her feelings about the loss of Byron. In case you are wondering, Robin will be back in Chasing the Fog . . . I'll leave it to you to figure out what the nature of their relationship might look like then :)

Original Scene: This occurs in the novel after Lily and Robin leave the Pig & Whistle after they hear the news about Byron.





“I understand. It moved me as well,” Robin replied, gently holding my arm. The burning rash had already started feeling much better. He set the jar aside, picked up his blanket and tried to draw the water from my hair. “You’re all wet,” he said in a whisper. He set the blanket down then stroked the back of my neck.
I turned to look at him. His eyes were the color of green glass. When he pulled me toward him, his lips melting against mine, I just couldn’t help myself. He was so sweet, and handsome, and natural in a way Byron had never been. Inside, Byron was so broken. While I’d loved him, it was his brokenness that had kept us apart. Robin had suffered, but his heart was intact. He was natural and honest and good. And when his lips met mine, he didn’t feel or smell like his father. He felt like the man he was, a man of nature, a man of the green world. And he tasted like spring water. I kissed him passionately, but at the same time, I tried to stop myself. I just couldn’t. It was not until he lay me down on his bed, his hands drifting down my sides, touching my bare, wet legs, that I knew I had to stop. This was not about Byron. In the end, this was about Sal.

“Robin,” I whispered.

“Lily, you are so . . .”

Confused. Lost. “Robin, I can’t. I have someone back in London. I can’t,” I whispered.

He stopped and looked down at me.

“I want to. It’s not about George. I do want to. I just . . . I can’t.”

He sat up, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. After a moment, he turned back toward me. He brushed the hair away from my face, kissed me gently, then stood. He went to his fireplace. Lifting a copper kettle, he poured me a cup of something hot.

“This time . . . the mandrake tea?” I asked, sitting up.

He shook his head. “No,” he said with a soft smile that evoked those dimples once more. “Never. Always know that you can trust me. You are so special. I would never do anything to harm you. In fact, I am beginning to believe my father sent you here for many reasons. But, right now, you have someone in London. And that is all that can said about that. Drink, Lily. It will help calm you. It’s been a trying day. Drink, rest, and be at home.”

I drank the dark, steaming liquid. I could taste a hint of opium in the concoction. The other herbs were very pungent and soon the whole room started to spin. I watched Robin go sit down at his workbench, his back toward me. After a moment, he slid everything off the bench with a violent force. The fairy box crashed to the ground. The skeleton broke into pieces when it hit the floor. I wanted to call out to him, but at the same moment, I felt my eyes involuntarily closing. The last thing I saw was Robin setting his head in his hands, weeping uncontrollably. I drifted into unconsciousness, lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart-breaking misery.

I'm still not 100% I should have turned down the heat, but I like the novel as it sits, and I think I have us in a good place going into Book III, Chasing the Fog. I hope you enjoyed this little DVD extra!  

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