Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Visit the other participants on the list and read, and comment on their 8sunday posts. And now, Part two from the excerpt "Shall We Fly?" from Windmaster Legacy
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set, the scene, Lord Dal and his mount, the gray falaire stallion,
Tairneach, were in search for the captured Lady Ellspeth when the
stallion snuffled a warning. Dal realized he was being herded to the edge
of the plateau. They had no choice, but to jump. And now the SundaySnippet.
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Excerpt:
Wings emerged from Taer’s side. His triumphant bugle resounded to the clouds. After a few heartbeats of free flight, Dal released his death grip. Sitting up, he adjusted his legs so they would not hamper the slight shifts Taer’s wings made during the glide toward the ground.
Dal held his breath as the earth closed to a handspan beneath the fàlaire’s hooves. Instead of the bounce he expected to experience after a hard fall, Taer’s slow trot absorbed the forward motion. His whinny when he came to a stop sounded like the giggle of a mischievous child.
“You didn’t tell me you could fly,” Dal mumbled. “After all these years, you’re still keeping secrets from me?”
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I hope you like the snippet I shared for Dal this week. Be sure to read the other Weekend Writing Warriors blogs and the #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads. ~till next time, Helen
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Visit the other participants on the list and read, and comment on their 8sunday posts. A reprise from the past for Windmaster Legacy, Book 2 of my fantasy series, The Windmaster Novels.
To set, the scene, Lord Dal and his mount, the gray falaire stallion, Tairneach, were in search for the captured Lady Ellspeth when the stallion snuffled a warning. Two squads of archers stepped from the concealing trees. Dust off to the left indicated mounted men galloping toward him in a flanking maneuver. When a third group of men on horseback raced into view, Dal realized he was being herded to the edge of the plateau. And now the SundaySnippet.
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Tairneach trotted two steps toward the edge, then spun on his haunches to face the oncoming force. His commands were clear.
“You’re sure about this?”
Taer’s trumpeting drowned out the screeches of the circling birds.
Dal slid his sword back into its scabbard. Lightning bolts flew from his fingers into the mass of men. Commending his fate to his ancestors, he draped himself over Taer’s neck. With a wild neigh, the stallion spun and raced to the cliff’s edge. This time he did not stop, but leaped into space.
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I hope you like the snippet I shared for Dal this week. Next week, I'll share what happened. In the meantime, be sure to read the other Weekend Writing Warriors blogs and the #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads. ~till next time, Helen
Magic imprisoned Dylan's soul, but not his will.
Love released both.
A spell kept secret for generations.
A brotherhood thirsting for power.
Demands that cannot be obeyed.
A woman who stands to lose everything.
And now a word about Imprisoned in Stone.
Maerva opened eyes to a darkness, not only of her
room, but of the soul. Even though she knew no entry was possible through the
closed door or shuttered window, the sense of a presence held her motionless.
Air whispered over her skin as if someone touched her cheek. A breath later,
the impression of an intruder vanished, leaving behind glimmering letters
written by a ghostly hand.
They are coming. I can sense the presence
of the Brethren. They murdered my son... my wife. They are coming—the ones who
killed me!
The message marks Maerva’s entry into the world of magic. Her journey continues
when, with her parents grudging approval, she joins the fighting mage, Tralin,
as the older woman’s apprentice. Beyond missing her sea-faring brother Arcil,
life at Tralin’s vale is uneventful for Maerva until a man on the doorstep
complicates her life. Gareth is more than a visitor. Although his powers are
weak compared to hers, he is the first mage of the opposite sex Maerva ever
met. She refuses to allow her teacher to play matchmaker, but something about
Gareth calls to Maerva and as her magic blossoms, so does their friendship. But
with the strengthening of her powers, the dreams return.
For the crime of refusing to kill the healer Ethne, the Brethren imprisoned the
weaponsmith Dylan, in stone. He is tortured for ages, his soul prevented from
crossing the rainbow bridge to join his murdered wife and son in the world
beyond. In a rare occurrence, the magical bonds tying his soul to the earth
weakens before Cuhlwch, the current head of the Brethren, renews them. Dylan
casts his senses outward and encounters--Maerva. However, her only knowledge of
him comes from an eerie message on the wall and nightmarish dreams of wizards
being drowned.
Cuhlwch’s son, Colwynn, learns of his father’s actions. He not only questions
the justice of Dylan’s internment but despite being the only child, Colwynn
knows he is not a suitable heir for the head of the Brethren. Cuhlwch wants a
successor of his choosing... and will do anything to get one, including using
magic to enforce his wish. Colwynn flees to his former teacher, Tralin, seeking
not only sanctuary, but the unknown woman whose magic called to him. He finds
both for Tralin now had an apprentice and her name was -Maerva. The deeper
Colwynn gets into the search for the means to free Dylan, the more the
attraction he feels to Maerva. An attraction threatened not only by the secrets
he keeps--but the weaponsmith Gareth
Four paths--one destiny.
With the power to bind souls and control all magic in the balance.
Imprisoned in Stone - available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and elsewhere. Excerpts, a free read of the first chapter, and buy links available here.
