From a bed, Korsten looked toward the window of a room that felt spacious; the air around him moved freely, as if the water in his dream had transformed. His mother sat smiling at him before the window, red hair dark against the ocean view over her white shoulder. She watched him with what he’d always taken for gentleness, his private shelter from his father and from life outside of his dreams or a book. Looking at her delicate features now he saw something else. He saw wisdom, of an ancient sort. Thoughts of Ashwin flashed across his mind and he watched the smile slowly seep from his mother’s features.
He felt at once confused and remiss. “Mother,” he began.
“Korsten,” she said, her voice overlapping his own. “Come home.”
Snippet taken from Blood Reign
Coming December 2015 from Raventide Books