New Websites & Blogs!

Hey there!

We have some new changes at RENWULF CREATIONS and are excited to share with you our new individual author websites and blogs!

You can now get all the info and updates from the specific author (or authors) who you wish to hear from.

LINKS (or click on author photos):

Ramon William Ravenswood

Natasha Rendell

Tamara Rendell

The websites are a work in progress, but Ramon is already up and running with his first blog post CLEAR THINKING

Natasha Rendell in Egypt standing before pyramid
Ramon Ravenswood

All the best,

from the Renwulf Team!

An Interesting Time to Live

Image by NASA

Interesting times we live in when the veneer of civilisation is being torn away – and a reality check is needed to really establish a humanistic approach to re-establishing international codes or laws regarding civilised behaviour and finding the balance that most nations or humanity are in agreement with.

Unfortunately, the ones whom decide our future’s shape or civilised protocols are superpowers or the ones with military might. So, all the nations whom are vulnerable to being overwhelmed by superpowers will need to decide whom they align with, for empires are on a collision course for dominance over the world’s resources and, indeed, control of the nation’s peoples.  

Clearly, ones whom are democratic in their social structures and organisations will join together out of necessity for the alternative is tyranny or totalitarian states or, basically, Nazi-like governments (the worst example of civilised behaviour) and the survival of individual freedoms is clearly at stake.

I live in a small nation population-wise yet large in resources and land mass, and I believe one of the most civilised nations on Earth. Not perfect, nobody is – yet my nation is progressive in its quest for improvement and the establishment of justice for all its peoples.

This is reflected in its governments, both left and right. Occasionally some extreme political movement appears – fortunately, our peoples soon at the ballot box sort it out so as moderation and common sense prevails.

Yet like so many other nations, we find ourselves caught in a conundrum – for the world is no longer diplomatically getting along with each other, and globalisation has failed to create peace and prosperity as was hoped during the 1990s. 

So inevitably, we will go to the most palatable empire for protection and retainment of our national identity. So, it’s Uncle Sam again – as history teaches us, Uncle Sam was our best choice in 1941 and 2022 ain’t any different as far as I can see.

So, as a pragmatic kiwi, I am relieved that our government is reinforcing our alignment with the USA. I can be assured that individual freedoms will continue to progress, and we as a nation can survive this interesting yet scary time.

Meditative Insight ~ Ramon

Read an Exclusive Book Excerpt

Lunar Fire

As they walked, the night danced with activity and anticipation. Women were comparing their adornments with one another. Men nervously brushed down their tunics or sauntered with studied nonchalance. Children were weaving between the crowd escaping from their parents’ hands, racing one another and shrieking with adventure.

The warmth of the night was unbelievable to Lahana, the lightness of her dress. She watched the beautiful, rich colours of the fabric flow with her movements, silk moons and stars dancing over her in shuddering orbits.

Once through the doors of the meeting house, Phebe hurried across the floor to greet a friend. Lahana remained at the entranceway, overwhelmed by the beauty of the setting. Every reveller was cloaked in a finery of light and colour as the lanterns flickered across the crowd and graced them.

Sha’han watched Lahana gaze across the room. His dark eyes lingered over the high angles of her face and the richness of her hair in the firelight. He watched the weaving of the indigo and violet constellations swathe her form and scatter from her in the fall of the silk shawl at her arms.

Sha’han hesitated a moment and then another. The musicians began a new song. Lahana turned her head and met with Sha’han’s eyes, and he walked towards her. “Do you like dancing?” he asked.


The drummer laughed as she held up high the leather-covered hoop and led the rhythm into exuberance. One of the flute players stamped his foot heavily and called out the beginning steps of the dance. Lahana, unsure of the movements, kept to Sha’han’s guiding steps. The other dancers whirled about her, laughing and grinning in high spirits, some calling out whooping cries overhead of their fellow dancers.

The musicians drove the dancing faster. Lahana spun and felt the beauty of the silk stars and moons spinning also, her mind slipping into the glorious colours. Yet in her heart, the silk felt around her so like the simple linen dress she had worn on her wedding day. She closed her eyes as she spun and turned. Then meeting again the amber-flecked blackness of Sha’han’s eyes, when – for a heartbeat – she had expected to see Keelan’s green.

She drew back unsteady, and Sha’han reached for her. He placed the palm of her hand flat against his and drew them both upwards. He stepped closer to her until they were with their faces side by side, with the back of her hand resting at his cheek and his at hers. 

Lahana felt herself reach into the swirling eddies of the Earth and the true stars beyond. She felt herself already in the far places of the night sky, she felt Sha’han there with her. A deep pool seemed to exist in the space between them, fed by a wellspring ancient and eternal. Lahana felt a part of herself setting off, like a raft from the shore, and float peacefully out into the waters, drifting back to a long-forgotten beginning. 

The music softened and became an accompaniment to the harvest feast. People gathered at the many tables and eagerly looked to the long benches set with the prepared meal. The music quelled and then ceased. At the head of the room, Rānae rose from her carved wood throne. She stood holding a jewel-encrusted golden snake in her left hand and a fresh branch of the Cyprus tree in her right. She wore a crown of thick, plaited gold that wound its way across her brow. Her body finely clothed in long silk woven with fantastical designs of strange, thin trees circled by birds who wore flames as wings.

Her voice was steady and clear. “We thank the Earth for her love of the Sun. We thank the Sun for his love of the Earth. May our bodies rejoice and our hearts be sated with gratitude for the richness of their union.” 

Rānae bowed to the room, and across the hall, the people rose and bowed to their queen. Rānae took her seat again beside Kaj.

Once the feast began, Lahana noticed Arun at his table. Surrounded by revellers, he was mainly talking with the woman – bright and sharp as the Moon in her beauty – who was seated beside him.

“His chosen name is Bear.”

“Bear?” repeated Lahana, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes,” said Sha’han. He leaned forward, brushing against Lahana’s arm as he pointed to his brother’s raised chin.

“See the scar just beneath his jawbone, hidden in the curve of the bone. Do you see it?”

Bear’s laughter rolled across the room as he flung his arm across the woman’s shoulders and tipped his head back further.

“I do see it,” said Lahana.

“He was a youth on his first hunt when it happened. A formidable creature, greatly scarred itself, killed two grown men and left my brother with a deep cut to his neck.”

“And a new name?” said Lahana.

“And a new name,” replied Sha’han, looking into her eyes.

Lahana raked her mind for something to say. “Will Bear keep that name when he becomes king?”

Sha’han shrugged, drawing attention away from the grimace that glanced across his face. “He shall do as he pleases. He is the first-born child of our leader. It is his right to lead.”

Lahana caught the nuance of his words. “And if you had a sister?”

“If she were the elder, then she would have inherited the leadership.”

Lahana was quiet a moment, puzzled. “I assumed your mother gained her status through marriage.”

“No. Our father was of the Shaeri, the people who brought you here. He was Shonnat. A great warrior – that is how Kaj describes him. My mother says he was a fine man and a good match for her. Bear resembles him more than I do.”

Bear’s laughter rang out above the crowd.

“Do you think Bear will make a good leader?” Lahana asked.

Sha’han looked at her keenly and allowed a smile to curl the fine lines of his lips. He looked over to his brother. “He is a powerful priest. More powerful, I think, than any among us. The woman beside him is a priestess, Riva.”

Lahana watched Sha’han lean forward, his dark hair a smooth river down the length of his back. She regarded the aquiline form of his face, his hands and arms, his body slender and strong. The firm grace he moved with. His beauty made her feel breathless, and she was certain that at any moment, another woman would catch sight of it also and beckon Sha’han away into forgetfulness of herself.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder to her. She remained silent.

“He foretold of you, you know.”

Lahana blinked at him, taken aback. “And what do I portend?” she said, feigning an arch mirth.

Sha’han smiled, “It was unclear.” 

Lahana shrugged her shoulders. “It always seems to be that way. Was this when Riordan sent word of me?”

A shadow cast itself over Sha’han’s eyes. “It was before then, long before. When Bear was initiated into the priesthood. A woman like a northern wolf was how he described you.”

Lahana raised her eyebrows, “A wolf?”

“Yes.” Sha’han’s gaze lingered over her. “The colours in your eyes and your skin. The wave in your hair, different from ours.”

“You must have seen many of my people or other travellers of a similar nature to me.” She laughed with self-consciousness. “I cannot be the first wolf-woman to wander into your path.”

Sha’han’s gaze turned direct. “I recognised it when you arrived here. I saw the wolf look back at me.”

Lahana glanced away and brushed her hand over the smooth silk edge of her shawl. She looked over to Bear’s table. “What more did he say, your brother?”

Sha’han breathed in deeply. “That the magic running through your blood will hold open the gateways to the Other World, far beyond our forgetting of them. And that which runs through your blood is why we forget. Too ancient, too forceful: a bringer of change, a catalyst.”

Lahana turned to face him, “That does not sound like something I would expect you to welcome.”

“We are not fearful people,” said Sha’han.

Lahana held her fingers lightly to her neck. “I think, seeing as you have seated yourself beside me tonight, perhaps you do not see much to believe in your brother.”

“I believe in his power,” replied Sha’han. “But there are two meanings in his prophecy.”

“The people I come from do not like uncertain things,” Lahana whispered.

Sha’han leant closer to her. She could feel the warmth of his breath glide across her cheek. “My people are not afraid to reach for the meaning of things. We will do so for all our lives if required.”


from LUNAR FIRE by Tamara Rendell, available July 20th
Epic Fantasy Romance for Adults
collage of images for Lunar Fire. Top left: moon in eclipse. Top right: Stag with dark background. Middle Left: Woman with red hair swimming fully clothed in lake. Middle Right: Dark sky over mountains with glowing sunset. Bottom Left: Cold lake edged by pine forest. Bottom Right: White wolf asleep. Quote overlayed: "A warm sun enshrined in a dark night - Lahana."
Collage of images. Hand held to rain, man and woman embracing in the ocean, man holding swords across his back, waterfall, black wolf in the snow, close up of a man's eye. Text: Lunar Fire, Sha'han, "The ancient memories are strong within me."


𝐼𝑀𝐴𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐽𝐸𝑆𝑈𝑆 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑅𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙

Natasha’s imagination connects us with a Jesus of flesh and his life journeys and survival after crucifixion.

His youth till old age and the many wonderful adventures in his full and amazing life.

The importance of Magdalene in his divine quest for truth and how we till this day, are forever healed by his beauty and love.

We are looking at an August release for this beautiful work by Natasha. Stay tuned!


A life of travel was what he still yearned for, travel to faraway lands.

Despite being born in Iudaea, after living amidst the colour and beauty of Alexandria and hearing all the tales of other lands from the people he met there, his heart was set firmly on seeing as much of the known world as possible in a lifetime.

Yosef wanted so much to see the mountainous lands, the great alpine regions, and the land of Hindustan had an allure that was beckoning to him.



Outer space view of Earth partially obscured by Moon's shadow

Changing completely our lifestyle patterns and life rhythms creates synergy that fits into the world as it is now – rather than the past that is now gone.

And new ways of living is the challenge to all humans while this major transition is in full swing – global realignments both in Nature and Man.

All that was boiling under the surface now has manifested. There is no going back to what was the norm – it’s gone.

The new norm is a complete reset of global systems and each individual human’s personal reassessment of their life’s purpose and goals.

One thing that cannot be ignored or swept under the rug: Russia has gone insane, not only Putin, the majority of the people – clearly evident in their arrogant f****d in the head assault on neighbours and ramping up threats to attack the western democracies.

NATO always contained the Soviet Empire and will now stop Russia from destroying Europe and all countries that are aligned to NATO’s iron cast willpower, especially the U.S.A.

This can only get worse, for the general mobilisation of military focus across the globe is happening right now, and history teaches that there is a point of no return. There is only civilisation’s full-on battle for survival.

Some folk and nations are slow to grasp the enormity of the countdown to global upheaval. Yet once awakened to the clear and present danger, will be brave and strong like those whom fought in the last Great War to remove evil dictators from the world.

These sometimes forgotten heroes should be remembered now, for the bugle to arms has once again been sounded loud and clear, and the brave now awaken and will find their individual part to play.

And there are many roles essential to this calamity. Aid workers, business folk, doctors, nurses, all healers, will stand for human values and give of themselves to a greater cause: humanity’s freedom to be dignified individuals living real meaningful lives and never allowing savage dictators to vomit their filth upon the likes of you and I.

We, the majority of souls, whom will not be broken.

Ramon ~ Meditative Insight


Purples to pink and peach colours background with faint stars and clouds. Text Quote: We whom are born of the womb of our Mother Earth carry the heavens in our souls. 
This will lift up our hearts and minds far beyond our quagmire of pain and anger, and allow our hearts to once again fill up with the majesty of our heavenly quest to join the great circle of eternal life: love made manifest. By Ramon Ravenswood, Ô Manna Breath

𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚋

𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎

𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍

𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚛

𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎

𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝

𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎:

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝.


𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇