Gee that took a while…
Toise had taken the southern path to the cliffs and sat on a convenient rock under an ancient Nellock tree facing the sea. The breeze drifted into his face and the last shafts of sun warmed his back. The second moon had just lifted above the horizon into a cloudless sky.
Here there was no magic in the sense that none was made by human hand. The world looked clean, yet there was a difference and he sought for what that might be. He sought not with the power of his intellect but almost daydreaming in the warmth of the sun and the play of the breeze. A pair of gulls, lazy in the updraft from the cliff soared, moving with the vagaries of the airs. He turned slightly in his seat and looked along the cliff edge and at the trees. The struggling bent and twisted ones, the windbreaks to the forest behind, the taller crowns of those sheltered inland. Something in his mind seemed to slow, though when he recognized that fact could not say when it began. And then he saw it. The tenuous lines, the gentle and all but irresistible forces, the tracery of the life within all the things around him slowly came into focus. As he looked more closely even last year’s leaves held a glimpse of what had been and the promise of what might come from their return to the earth. At that moment something within moved. It moved as a stone might, cracking with the deep of winter frost. and exposed that thing of himself, the moment of childhood at the loss of innocence that veils the joy of all things new. He held that moment in thrall, gently, lest it slip away and drew it back within himself knowing as he did so that action would change his life forever.
“Welcome,” said a sylvan voice. Toise turned to see Salath and her companion sitting side by side on the Nellock trees’ bowed branch. He smiled and wiped his eyes and smiled again at the pair of tiny Sprites.
“For the rest of my days I will thank you for what you have given me.” Toise looked directly into the glittering violet eyes of Salath. Unblinking Salath looked back. Perspective shifted for Toise: Not with the wonton sensual Sprite manifestation of life unbounded but a deeper, profound and encompassing shift that saw the two Sprites slide off the branch their skin a liquid honey of movement and dark hair flowing on the breeze and they stood before him as man and women together. Both reached to touch either side of his face and kissed his cheeks.
If anyone would like an arc of either The Banishing or The Grubbers please drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org
WELLMARK will follow THE BANISHING in mid september all going to plan
I wrote the Fantasy story TOLK years ago for my daughter. I began to re write it recently to bring it more into the adult realm. I realized it needed a history and so the recently published THE BANISHING was born. Book two in the series WELLMARK is my WIP at the moment.
Wellmark is coming along better than expected, Just over half way. The Grubbers, SF, is just waiting on cover image to be finalized. Color me excited.
Greetings fellow travelers, writers, readers and cruisers.
As soon as I can finalize the covers and spine we will have POD available
The Jimson Three mission was a debacle ending with Delta Four badly damaged and Vella Collie’s Electronics and Weapons Specialist injured.
When the Armon missions began Collie drew the short straw for a pickup planet side.
An ancient evil is awakened and seeks the Wizards citadel. A boy of ten years is mooted to be a Terrazard of unknown power joins forces with his best friend Posey. The boy’s mentor, Diron Maa, is discovered to be the Dragon Lord Changeling of myth. The Dwarven enclave is beset by elements of the ancient evil and King Kolgon will not sit like a Badger to be trapped. In the far Southern Land Elves are aware of the coming miasma of evil. A one thousand year old assassins’ seeker sword, the destruction of old texts and the rise of Gaia’s influence adds confusion to those seeking an end to the coming evil. Kolgon will not sit like a Badger to be trapped. In the far Southern Land Elves are aware of the coming miasma of evil. A one thousand year old assassins’ seeker sword, the destruction of old texts and the rise of Gaia’s influence adds confusion to those seeking an end to the coming evil.