I’m having a lot of fun with my current novella. It’s high fantasy, something I haven’t written in many years. It’s a story about forgiveness, and pain, and finding courage again. The story location was inspired by the beautiful Tianzi Mountains in China (pictured).
I’ve also been having a lot of fun putting together images related to the novella on Pinterest. If you’re on Pinterest, let me know!
This is the beginning of the second scene.
The first time I knew I would marry Kamon I was carrying a baby to the sacred pool. It was Usimi I carried in my arms, the first child I would bless alone after I had sent my mother’s bones to the forest below.
The baby’s family surrounded me in a chattering crowd, so I did not notice when he began to follow. At the ropeway platform I turned to speak to the baby’s mother and I saw him. He perched in a tree that clung to the side of the rock, hanging out over the gap.
He was looking straight at me.
I turned away, pretended I hadn’t seen him, but I could feel his gaze on the back of my neck. I knew he was married already, to the beautiful Siri. On the pretense of settling the child I glanced his way again. He met my gaze, possessiveness in his eyes. His arrogance stirred something inside me.
I turned away from the throng and stepped to the edge of the platform. I held the baby securely against me and raised one arm.
The wind came at my bidding and lifted me up and over the gap. There were gasps and shrieks and then a cheer as I landed on the other side, the babe secure in my arms.
I turned and met Kamon’s stare openly. I remember his lips curving up in a smile. The wind tore down upon us, dancing around the crowd, whipping hair and clothes about. I stood unmoved in the disturbance, my eyes on Kamon.
If he wanted me, I would not be an easy prize.
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