~~Warning: mature themes~~
On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.
This snippet is another from Brigid's Awakening, a short erotic fantasy from a series I'm working on called the Sons of Herne series.
Last time, Brigid had been waiting out a storm in a strange barn when a man crashed in, acting as though he'd been expecting her...
“I’m not who you think I am,” she said, clutching the quilts tighter against her.
“On the contrary, I know you most fully--Brighid.”
Her mouth fell open. His pronunciation was off, yet the way he said it with a long e at the end rolled most appealingly off his lips.
“It’s pronounced Bridge-id where I come from,” she said. “But how do you know my name--were you following me?”
“I have followed you since the days of the Tuatha de Danann, when hillsides marked Imbolc eve with bonfire light and magic flowed as freely as the fiery hair spilling down your back.”
His speech held an odd dialect, as strange as his appearance--wild layers of hair with narrow braids throughout, circlets of reeds crowning his head, wrists, and ankles, and bare-chested with cross-shaped streaks over his pectorals and on his forehead.
“On the contrary, I know you most fully--Brighid.”
Her mouth fell open. His pronunciation was off, yet the way he said it with a long e at the end rolled most appealingly off his lips.
“It’s pronounced Bridge-id where I come from,” she said. “But how do you know my name--were you following me?”
“I have followed you since the days of the Tuatha de Danann, when hillsides marked Imbolc eve with bonfire light and magic flowed as freely as the fiery hair spilling down your back.”
His speech held an odd dialect, as strange as his appearance--wild layers of hair with narrow braids throughout, circlets of reeds crowning his head, wrists, and ankles, and bare-chested with cross-shaped streaks over his pectorals and on his forehead.
So, what do you think?
FYI, I was hoping to keep rolling with snippets on Sunday, but the truth is I've been struggling with writing for some time now. I'm starting up a new blog called Experimental Positivity, a venture I hope will help me come around and beat the writer's block I've been facing. Wish me luck!
FYI, I was hoping to keep rolling with snippets on Sunday, but the truth is I've been struggling with writing for some time now. I'm starting up a new blog called Experimental Positivity, a venture I hope will help me come around and beat the writer's block I've been facing. Wish me luck!
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I would;t know you were struggling--to read this snippet. I could see him, and dang! He's a sight to behold. :-)
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your new venture, Rose! :-)
Thank you so much! I'm hoping to be back in a good-old writin' rhythm soon. :)
DeleteBest wishes to you! I loved the description of this man, especially his hair and what he had to say to her was so intriguing...excellent excerpt!
ReplyDeleteOoh, appreciate that feedback! Always nice to have you stop by. Thanks!
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