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I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s Snippet Sunday, currently reworking Book 2 of my Sons of Herne novella series (synopsis below the snippet), titled
Awakening of Brighid.
Last time, Eradimus, god of Imbolc, was told by his father Herne and the counsel to abandon his true love, Brighid, and take a lover to fulfill his sabbat duties. We left off with his father saying,
"Admit you have lost Brighid to the ages, take your balls in your hand, and fix this--tonight." Let's take up a few sentences later:
I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s Snippet Sunday, currently reworking Book 2 of my Sons of Herne novella series (synopsis below the snippet), titled
Awakening of Brighid.
Last time, Eradimus, god of Imbolc, was told by his father Herne and the counsel to abandon his true love, Brighid, and take a lover to fulfill his sabbat duties. We left off with his father saying,
"Admit you have lost Brighid to the ages, take your balls in your hand, and fix this--tonight." Let's take up a few sentences later:
They wanted him to forget the only woman he had ever loved and take another lover by sunrise, in hopes Earth wouldn’t notice the difference between an act of copulation and a love that had endured since the days of old.
“My lords!”
Eradimus and the rest turned to see a young acolyte racing forward, his sandals slapping the marble as he ran.
“Well, what is it?” Herne boomed. “Now that you’ve interrupted a vital discussion and startled us all into apoplexy.”
The young man slid to a stop, barely offering a hasty bow before blurting, “This was just brought back through the veil.” His brown eyes wide with excitement, he held up a flower that quivered between his fingers.
“Snowdrops,” Eradimus whispered, his heart giving a wild sputter.
“It is a sign,” Jarvil said, pointing at the blossom. “She is returning!”
“My lords!”
Eradimus and the rest turned to see a young acolyte racing forward, his sandals slapping the marble as he ran.
“Well, what is it?” Herne boomed. “Now that you’ve interrupted a vital discussion and startled us all into apoplexy.”
The young man slid to a stop, barely offering a hasty bow before blurting, “This was just brought back through the veil.” His brown eyes wide with excitement, he held up a flower that quivered between his fingers.
“Snowdrops,” Eradimus whispered, his heart giving a wild sputter.
“It is a sign,” Jarvil said, pointing at the blossom. “She is returning!”
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.
Book 1 of the series, Season of Light, is now available on Amazon!
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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