Monday, February 23, 2015

Snippet No. 10

     As the sun set, a glorious cloak of amber and rose spread over the water, as a gods-woven cloak would settle upon the blessed shoulders of Nature.  From a low dune risen among glistening stones and twiggy bramble, Korsten watched the fall of evening.  A comfortably cooling breeze that would be chilled before the night had matured caught his curls and flaunted their rebellious length directly in his face.  There’d always been a stubborn one or two among the forelocks that refused to obey order, but now those few scarcely stood out.  How his lifestyle had changed.  The days of worrying over every tidy detail, of class standards--of unbridled vanity—were as far away as childhood.  The folly of his pursuit to exist both hidden and adored within a structure that excluded him by its very nature, and his, was over.  On his path to understanding that, he had come back to the beginning.  How cruel and how kind were the gods, to offer such things?     
     These ruminations played through Korsten’s mind as the gently tumbling waves of the sea caught the last rays of daylight, breaking them into glistening gems that were passed along, toward shore at a pace that could only entrance the viewer.  Would the siren song of the sea draw him in now?  Or did his own Song negate such charm, rendering him and the sea helplessly neutral toward one another?  Were they in allegiance with one another perhaps?  His mind cycled through considerations that he imagined long after the fact scarcely mattered.  Where he stood in relation to Nature, or the spirits thereof, or the gods themselves was moot by now, surely.  Or was it?

Snippet taken from Blood Reign
Coming soon from Raventide Books

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Snippet No. 9

       He’d overexposed himself to demons.  Pondering the matter drew him to the conclusion that the amount of Allurance he’d been projecting along with the casting of Siren was as crying out from hiding in a dense thicket.  The beasts looked in his direction now.  They knew the vicinity of his nest, but they could see neither it nor him.  How long before they tracked the magic to its source?  How long before they made true contact with the vessel and through exploration and attempts to possess it, would they locate the rest of him?  Had his spell undermined  the safeguards of the mage’s way?  Or was that not what had happened at all?  Would the Vadryn remain ignorant, as insects to firelight, flinging themselves mindlessly at the heat of his blood’s being until they’d managed to destroy themselves in the process?

Snippet taken from Blood Reign
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Saturday, December 20, 2014

Ornate Butterfly

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
~ Marcel Proust

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Sun Field

The undulation of the wind through the flowers gave the field living motion not unlike the sea.  There was a vastness there, in the deep draws taken by the earth.  There was life in the exhalation, and the golden aroma of the sun.

~ Amantius, Immarcescible

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Snippet No. 8

Traveling through Aer was as descending the biggest mountain in all the world.  It started with snow by the icy waters along its coast, then the land became simply gray, a vast, uneven expanse of rocky terrain with sparse patches of grass and lonely stands of bent, but hearty trees.  Woolly goats lingered along the treacherous path while small, walled towns cropped up out of seemingly nowhere, as if from the rock itself.  At times fields of flowers or simply of grass spilled over the hillside leading to such towns.  Elk strayed out of the deeper woods further inland and stood motionless in the morning mist, eyeing the passing travelers with wise dark eyes.

Snippet taken from Five Kingdoms
Coming soon from Raventide Books