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Captured in #caledonia young Beathan of Garrigill is dragged to Rome in chains by General Agricola. Though, where will his revenge be the sweetest?
Book 5 Celtic Fervour #Adventure Series
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September 30, 2026 at 1:12 PM
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Captured in #caledonia young Beathan of Garrigill is dragged to Rome in chains by General Agricola.
Though, where will his revenge be the sweetest?
Book 5 Celtic Fervour Series
#romanfort #britannia
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September 30, 2026 at 1:02 PM
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#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky Meeting for the first time #Selkieprinces
“Sure.” Beathan sighed and his shoulders dropped. “I’m so sorry for . . . everything.” The man took a seat, laughing. “What are you sorry for? I believe you were picked up and tossed here by a dragon, weren’t you?” Finally, taking his own seat, Beathan nodded before digging into the food. “That’s definitely the first time that’s happened in my life. Um, I’m sorry, would it be okay . . . I mean, I just- I’m Beathan, please feel free to call me Bay or Ben.” The man’s eyebrows rose. “My, you have a lot of names, don’t you?” The blush that had started at Beathan’s ears re-surged and moved into his cheeks as well. He laughed self-consciously, “I guess you could say Ben is my human name, and Beathan is my selkie name. And, um, what is . . . your name?” There was a brief pause and Beathan worried that he had been impertinent to ask. The more he spoke with this man, the more he got the impression he was someone in Queen Zhi-Hao’s court. He might have brought Beathan’s breakfast, but he doubted the man had ever worked in food service. “You can call me Jared,” the smile returned, “My human name.”
April 6, 2025 at 3:58 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity Yes, Beathan (Ben) is an odd one, he ran away to a 'normal' life and discovered he enjoyed doing chores. Would that be Cinderella in reverse? 🤔 #Selkieprinces
“Did you have any staff at your residence?” Jared asked, clearly confused to see Beathan doing household chores. “Of course, but I, um . . .” Beathan scrubbed the wet spot harder, “I ran away from home when my mother told me I would have to marry Queen Bryn. For three years, I lived like most humans do. Or I guess like most magical civilians do that live among humans. Elise, she’s like a mother to me, took me in,” Beathan laughed self-consciously, “because I was very unprepared for life among humans when I made my ‘grand plan’ to run away. She taught me so much.” “Did you . . . like that life?” Jared asked, his brows still furrowed. Beathan paused, leaning on the mop. He thought back on the memories and smiled, “Very much.” “And then what happened?” Jared’s question was almost hesitant. The warmth of the memories was immediately leached away by the harsher ones that rose up. “Then they found me.” Harsh lines spread across Beathan’s forehead and he could feel his shoulders tense.
April 16, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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Hostage Beathan is dragged to Rome but who is most favoured by the gods? Beathan or Agricola?
"The historical detail of the period is brought to life with detail and passion."
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March 22, 2024 at 8:14 AM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity I'm afraid I gotta side with Beathan on this one. I'm definitely judging you, Jared. #Selkieprinces
“Here, let me up. I don’t want to hurt your hand,” Beathan said, turning to examine the bandage around Jared’s hand. His eyes fixed on a red Starburst wrapper in the bed, and he grimaced when he looked up at Jared. “Eating candy in bed? Really?” Beathan said, his look saying exactly how he felt about that. Jared laughed. “Don’t judge me. You’ve never eaten in your bed?” “Only when I was grounded to my room,” Beathan said, eyeing the wrapper with disdain. “And it was done more as a silent protest than anything else. You aren’t worried about insects?” Beathan gave Jared a reprimanding look. “The climate is pretty humid here.” Jared shrugged. “Don’t worry, I swept all the ants out of my bed earlier.” Beathan redoubled his efforts to escape, and almost managed when Jared started laughing. “I’m joking! Ben!” Jared said, barely keeping Beathan on the bed. “There are no insects in this room! And I rarely eat in bed, okay? So stop panicking. Quick kiss?” Beathan shook his head. “Not in this bed.”
May 6, 2025 at 5:41 PM
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Celtic Fervour Series Book 5 #HistoricalFiction
As hostage of General Agricola, Beathan drags his chains all the way from #Caledonia to #Rome, though whom do the gods favour most? Where can Beathan extract the most fitting revenge?
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November 25, 2023 at 10:29 AM
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❀༻ Books Worth Reading ༺❀

•✧✧• Beathan The Brigante:
A Tale of Slavery and Retribution in Roman Britain
(Celtic Fervour Series Book 5)
By Nancy Jardine •✧✧•

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#BooksWorthReading #BookOfTheDay #HistoricalFiction
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June 5, 2025 at 9:09 AM
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Was #Rome anything like this in AD 85 when Beathan was dragged there as a #Caledonian hostage?
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October 20, 2023 at 2:32 PM
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revamped beathan's design a little bit
Reference for Beathan, a character who is half daoine sìth. It displays their appearance while traversing the mortal realm and when among other daoine sìth wearing a wolf mask.
June 26, 2025 at 1:00 PM
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❀༻ Books Worth Reading ༺❀

✩。:*•. Beathan The Brigante:
A Tale of Slavery and Retribution in Roman Britain
(Celtic Fervour Series Book 5)
By Nancy Jardine .•*:。✩

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April 10, 2025 at 9:41 AM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity Found family moment with siblings where Beathan admits his secret dream. #Selkieprinces
“You are,” Zack assured him. “You should see your face right now. Well, you know I’ll support you in whatever, man. And have you decided what you’re gonna do? I mean after all the chaos is over?” Beathan leaned closer to him and dropped his voice. “Actually, if things calm down and I can live among humans eventually,” excitement filled Beathan, “I want to go to junior college.” Zack’s mouth twitched and Beathan frowned as he realized Zack was trying to hold back laughter. It was hard to keep the hurt look off his face. “Dude, I’m not laughing at you. I just think it’s sweet, is all. I mean, the world is your oyster. You can do magic, you might marry a prince, and your dream is junior college. It’s just so . . . you,” Zack chuckled. “You’ll probably ending up studying history too and being such a nerd.” Zack rolled his eyes. “Stop looking like that, you know I’ll support you in that too.” He reached over and ruffled Beathan’s hair roughly.
May 9, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity So this kind of feels like cheating since it's honeymoon. But close enough, right? Though I wish I was as organized as Beathan. #Selkieprinces
“This second honeymoon won’t last forever and I-” Jared started. “It’s not a second honeymoon!” Beathan argued, exasperation underlining the words. “This is a chance to rest, re-group, learn about my powers-” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jared said, interrupting him as he reached out to caress Beathan's shoulder. “All I hear is second honeymoon, which means I’ve got one thing on my mind-” Beathan tried not to give into the soft touch. He'd learned Jared was a master of distraction. “Well, I hope it’s planning our schedules because I want to get a big calendar and write everything down. Oh, and finishing up organizing our home.” Jared only grinned at him. “Oh, yeah,” he nodded, his voice just this side of patronizing, “planning and organizing, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
May 16, 2025 at 2:40 AM
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#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky A little snippet with siblings (Erin is Beathan's sister, and the queen is Jared's sister) #Selkieprinces
“That’s right, Erin mentioned that you lived among humans on the West Coast of the US for about three years, correct?” Beathan nodded. Around them, serving staff bustled in bringing plates of food and glasses of wine and water. “Yes, I lived in California.” “What did you do there?” she asked, and Jared also watched Beathan curiously. A sudden nervousness settled on Beathan. He remembered how irritated Bryn had been about the work he’d done. “Uh, I was a waiter, Your Majesty. At a restaurant called Pub of Gold,” Beathan said. The queen only nodded though. “Jie-rui mentioned that you seemed comfortable with chores. Not many royals can say that.” Her tone didn’t sound disdainful though. And did the king seem slightly impressed? “He did mention you sprayed him with water and threw a sponge at him while washing the dishes.” Erin put her glass down on the table with a loud clink. Just like that, the blush was back in full force on Beathan’s face. “O-oh, um, I-” The queen only laughed. “I would’ve loved to have seen that.” “Rude,” Jared muttered under his breath.
May 4, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky Whenever Beathan gets drunk, Jared has to become the responsible one. Jared's sister would say that's called karma. #Selkieprinces
“Dad! Come sit by me!” With a sigh, his dad took a seat on the cushion vacated by one of the other Tengu who’d been sitting next to Beathan and the guards stood in formation against the wall behind them. “He’s a Donovan alright. None of us ever could hold our liquor. Our family’s shame as a Fey people.” Tiernan shook his head. Laughter and boisterous chatting resumed around them as everyone continued to celebrate. “Your family has a reputation for curses and it’s not being able to drink strong alcohol that’s your shame?” Jared asked with a snort. “Look!” Beathan said, holding his cup up high. “I can hold my liquor! I can hold it up high or down-” Jared snatched the cup from Beathan’s hands. “No more alcohol for you. I mean it, Ben.” He put the cup out of Beathan’s reach. “This party is in my honor and if I want-” Beathan started in a haughty tone, reaching for the cup again. Jared smacked his hand, making Beathan bite back an ‘ow’ as he pulled his hand back. Glaring at Jared, he sat up so he could pinch both his cheeks, tugging them in opposite directions. “Ben,” Jared said, his words garbled as he struggled to pull Beathan’s hands from his cheeks. “Ah, let the boy have some fun,” Tiernan said, throwing back some sake as well. “He’s always so tense. I’ve never seen him so relaxed.”
May 1, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity When the new teacher is being mysterious, it's never a good sign. #Selkieprinces
For a long moment, Hisakawa sensei stared at Beathan, seeming as if he was looking for something. “You will call me Hisakawa sensei. Do not call me master. I don’t like the sound of that word. Today, you will tell me a Story, and then I will decide how best to teach you.” Hisakawa sensei reached over to a small table and got out a pipe, packing it with tobacco before lighting it. He puffed on it, then breathed out the smoke slowly. Again, he spent a long moment examining Beathan. “You are Selkie,” he stated. Beathan slowly nodded, thrown a little off guard by the question. “And what else?” Blinking, Beathan paused, confused. “I’m sorry, Hisakawa sensei, I’m not sure what you mean-” “You are Selkie and what else?” He blew out another long cloud of smoke. Sweat began to bead on Beathan’s forehead as confusion ratcheted up his nervousness. “I’m just Selkie, sensei.” Another long pause. “Is that so?” Hisakawa sensei said quietly. Then, in a louder voice, “Tell me one of your Stories. I want it to fill up the entire room and I want the pictures in it to be as clear as you can make it.”
April 20, 2025 at 3:34 PM
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#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips The audition to be the Storyteller apprentice. #Selkieprinces
Beathan froze. He’d never told a Story about himself. He’d never included any of his memories as possible Stories. “Beathan,” Hisakawa sensei said, an edge of impatience in his voice. “Y-Yes, sensei. I-I’m sorry.” Beathan held up his hands again, noting in frustration that they were now shaking. Frantically, he searched his brain for a memory, anything, and the first thing that popped into his head was his first date with Jared. Beathan smiled, but then hesitated. A vulnerable feeling filled him. “That one. Whatever memory just came up, tell that Story.” Hisakawa sensei puffed again on his pipe. “Yes, sensei,” Beathan said. He took another breath, now smelling the woodsy scented tobacco smoke of the Storyteller Master’s pipe. It was oddly calming, and the shaking of Beathan’s hands stilled. “One day a prince set out to charm a storyteller . . .” And as Beathan wove the story, making the images as big as he could, filling up the room with life-size figures of him and Jared, he was unaware of his smile as he told the story. He left nothing out. Not the panic at the clothing store, the long talk on the beach, nor the silly fun of the arcade. The images were still slightly indistinct, but they were clearer than Beathan’s images had ever been. “ . . . And as the prince slipped the ring on the finger of the storyteller, they knew that they were falling into something. Something that felt suspiciously like love,” Beathan ended. Slowly, he brought his hands down to rest on his legs, breathing hard. He was exhausted. That Story had taken all of his control, especially as the emotions poured out of him. He’d even had a moment where he’d choked up when he’d talked about their hug on the beach. Sweat slid down the side of Beathan’s face, and he took deep breaths to slow his pounding heart.
April 29, 2025 at 1:20 AM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity Beathan and Cherie (the Siren) are definitely odd friends, but better to have a Siren as a friend than not. #Selkieprinces
She covered his mouth gently with her hand, stopping any further apology. “Beathan, if you wanted, you could stay on my boat. I would protect you from Bryn, Queen Zhi-Hao, all of them if you chose to stay with me.” Beathan took Cherie’s hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you, Cherie. That offer is incredibly kind, but,” he only spared a glance down at the marks and map on his arms that only he seemed able to see, “I can’t do that. We have to fight Bryn. And . . . I think my magic has been telling me I need to be part of the fight. And after what I’ve done-” He didn’t add anymore. Bryn wouldn’t let anyone stop her. He’d seen the look of hate she given him. Heard her screams when he’d dropped her selkie coat in the fire. There was a reason she wanted him alive and it wasn’t just because she wanted his magic. She wanted revenge too. Beathan swallowed and re-directed his focus. Best not to think about what might happen if she was able to capture him. That would only make doing what he knew he had to do that much harder. “I don’t want to risk anyone else if I don’t have to. Bad enough my parents have gone into hiding. And Morgan . . . she may serve Bryn now, but I doubt she is safe from Bryn’s wrath either. You are already taking a big risk by helping us.” With a resigned sigh, Cherie wiped her face where the tear had trailed down her cheek. “My stubborn Storyteller. Just know, you are always welcome here. Even if it is only so I can travel with my friend.” She said the last word hesitantly, as if unused to claiming someone as a friend. Beathan laughed, “Careful, if the queen decides we’re more trouble than we’re worth, you might have a whole crew of us stuck on your yacht.” That finally got a smile out of her reminiscent of her old charm. “That would be lovely.” She pursed her lips, “Well, I may leave Svana on the island.” He only shook a finger at her. But when she leaned in to kiss his cheek, he let her.
May 5, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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"Beathan is a strong personality in this tale. Defiant and proud, he must learn to curb his defiance in order to survive. But while outwardly he is subservient, inside, his anger is seething, and the flame of his vengeance burns."
#HistoricalFiction #RomanEmpire #adventure
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August 5, 2025 at 12:04 PM
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#fortbuilding #Roman legion style #trajanscolumn
Plenty of manpower needed but kept the troops from nefarious dealings.
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In Beathan the Brigante (Bk 5 Celtic Fervour Series) 1st wooden #vindolanda fort was built by AD 89. Stone forts at came decades later...
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November 3, 2023 at 9:41 AM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity A definitely chaotic moment #Selkieprinces
“Beathan!” he heard Hisakawa sensei call after him. He didn’t stop though. He had to get back to Jared. He’d become Beathan’s safe place. The place where all the chaos was quiet. Panic threatened tears, but Beathan pushed down the growing anxiety. Would Jared still love him if he knew Beathan was half Fey? Fey were tricky, and they only looked out for themselves. That’s what all the Selkies said. But Jared himself was part Siren. He’d understand. After stumbling through dark and light hallways, he found the familiar door and shoved it open. “Jared,” Beathan called in a desperate voice, tears gathering in his eyes. Jared was instantly on his feet and so were the guards. “What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked, coming over to Beathan and putting his hands on his shoulders.
May 15, 2025 at 6:38 AM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity This is a favorite moment. I love the part when Beathan realizes he was never truly a misfit, he was just trying to fit the pieces of himself in the wrong puzzle. #Selkieprinces
Beathan held back just a moment. Nothing in his growing up had prepared him for a loud, boisterous family that was constantly in each other’s business. He knew his cousins would ask him a million questions while his grandma sat and patted his hand and his dad would brag about how good Beathan’s progress was with his magic. A smile started to sneak onto his face. It was worlds apart from the nearly silent dinners he’d spent in his childhood with his mother, stepfather, and sisters. Instead of orders, the family he had now would ask him questions. Instead of reprimands, his dad would brag about him. And instead of nights spent lonely in his room with only books for company, he had Jared. And his nights certainly weren’t lonely anymore. “What’s with that cute little grin on your face?” Jared asked. He took Beathan’s chin in his fingers, tilting his face up so he could steal a quick kiss from his lips. “Eeeww, Uncle Jawed! That’s my Uncle Benny!” Bryanna wailed, apparently having escaped from her mom. She ran crying to Beathan, pushing Jared away with one hand as she wrapped the other arm around Beathan’s leg. “If you stand on my foot, I’ll give you a ride to the table,” Beathan offered. Immediately, Bryanna stopped crying and hopped on his foot, getting a better grip on Beathan’s leg. “Ooo, Uncle Benny, I wanna ride!” Jared said in a kid voice. Beathan shot him a scowl over his shoulder as he walked awkwardly with Bryanna giggling as she held onto his leg. “Behave yourself, Uncle Jared,” he hissed. “You wisten to my Uncle Benny,” Bryanna said, wagging her finger up at Jared. Jared nodded with an innocent look on his face. “Yes, ma’am.”
May 8, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity I'm afraid I agree with Jared this time. #Selkieprinces
“Ben,” Jared growled, sounding at the limit of his patience. He stopped in the middle of the jungle path and stared down at Beathan. “Tell me.” Sighing inwardly, Beathan held out his hands, palms up. “Well, while Svana was dragging me back to Bryn, I managed to escape once, but . . .” he shrugged, “these pookas mistook me as a Siren because I tried to charm them with my Storyteller voice. They took me to Cherie thinking I was her missing relative. And well . . .” he grimaced, already dreading the next part, “Cherie, um, enchanted me-” “Enchanted you?” Jared barked out. “Like with your full name and a Siren’s kiss enchanted? Like you were falling all over her enchanted?” “Yes . . .” Beathan admitted slowly. “She found out that I was Bryn’s missing fiance and did a deal with, um, Svana.” “She enchanted you then turned you over to Queen Bryn and,” Jared adding the next part in a voice that implied he sincerely doubted Beathan’s mental abilities, “you are friends with her?” “She was really good to me while I was, um, enchanted. And I could tell she didn’t want to hand me over, but she’d already made the deal before she’d gotten to know me and-” Jared grabbed his hair and pulled like he’d rather have his hands shaking Beathan. “And what, Ben? Do you know how crazy you sound right now?”
May 14, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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"Beathan is a strong personality in this tale. Defiant and proud, he must learn to curb his defiance in order to survive. But while outwardly he is subservient, inside, his anger is seething, and the flame of his vengeance burns."
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July 20, 2025 at 8:47 AM
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Chains that bind. Astonishing loyalties. Revenge is sweet.
But where does it end up sweet for young hostage Beathan, dragged in chains from #Caledonia to #Rome by Gen. Agricola? Will he ever see his Garrigill warrior clan again?
#warsaga Historical Fiction
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December 19, 2025 at 10:56 AM