An introduction to the godddess and her home from Trelleir's point of view.
Each breeze brought the cold of a desert night to Trelleir's high perch on the ledge overlooking the village. The red stream of molten rock flowing from the dark shadow of the mountain on the other side of the valley appeared to hang suspended in the blackness. Its heat would offer respite from the cold. Trelleir resisted not just the lure of the vent, but also the desire to fly to the narrow shelf beneath the volcano’s rim and bask in the warmth of the bubbling pool.Fingers of fire marked openings to the tunnels where the residents of Darceth believed the Goddess held court. To the villagers, the fountain of flame that rose above the peak and mingled with the columns of smoke meant the Goddess was in her house ... and not pleased.
And the truth.
Anger surged through Trelleir’s frame and a wisp of smoke escaped his tight lips. The story of the Goddess was a lie perpetrated by Caldar to maintain control over the villagers. Trelleir thought of the many days…and nights...he had spent on the smoking mountain and never seen a human there, let alone a beautiful female with long black hair and an ivory trident.
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Wow, this is intriguing, Helen.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of the molten stream seeming to hang motionless.
Intriguing - so many Caldars around us even today!
ReplyDeleteLoved this book
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