I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s Snippet Sunday. Throughout November I'll be showcasing my NaNo project, the Sons of Herne novella series.
I'm working on Book 4, Fire of Beltane. And I'm pleased to say that this past week, on day 23, I crossed 50k and beat the NaNoWriMo challenge!
Last week, Jorandil, god of Beltane, shared some misgivings with his friend Andero as he prepared to cross the veil for the sabbat ritual. Now, ready or not, he calls forth the ancient powers as part of his duty.
Andero stood back while Jorandil flexed his shoulders, and his wings unfolded, massive and powerful, spanning his side of the veil. The wingspread would anchor him to this realm while his body pressed through the breach to the earth side.
The white silk robe he wore, trimmed with the brilliant red-gold of a Beltane fire, trailed behind him while he walked toward the pedestal of the sabbat artifact. He drew the torch from the holder like a sword from its sheath, holding it aloft while he lifted his voice in the ancient prayer.
The fire sprang to life with a whoosh, bowing to the god of Beltane with a flickering dance. Jorandil held his hand there, absorbing the power of fire and feeling the magic in the flame, beckoning him to perform his calling, crackling in sounds that conjured whispers of the ancients, before returning the torch to the pedestal holder.
“The flame of the sabbat torch has been called forth,” Andero pronounced. “The ritual of Beltane is declared.”
Jorandil closed his eyes and sent his will out to the universe through his thoughts.
“Don’t drink the water,” he heard Andero say jokingly as he pushed through the veil.
The white silk robe he wore, trimmed with the brilliant red-gold of a Beltane fire, trailed behind him while he walked toward the pedestal of the sabbat artifact. He drew the torch from the holder like a sword from its sheath, holding it aloft while he lifted his voice in the ancient prayer.
The fire sprang to life with a whoosh, bowing to the god of Beltane with a flickering dance. Jorandil held his hand there, absorbing the power of fire and feeling the magic in the flame, beckoning him to perform his calling, crackling in sounds that conjured whispers of the ancients, before returning the torch to the pedestal holder.
“The flame of the sabbat torch has been called forth,” Andero pronounced. “The ritual of Beltane is declared.”
Jorandil closed his eyes and sent his will out to the universe through his thoughts.
“Don’t drink the water,” he heard Andero say jokingly as he pushed through the veil.
What do you think?
About The Sons of Herne:
The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.
It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.
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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!
