It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors' blog hop!
My snippet this week is from Book 4, Fire of Beltane. Last time, Jorandil, god of Beltane, found himself in a room resembling a galaxy of stars when he entered the tower of the Fates.
We pick up a few sentences later. His surroundings have been revealed to be a room of mirrors. We meet the Fates at last...
I am jazzed to say I've got a series trailer done for Sons of Herne, and I'll be unveiling it here on the site soon. Possibly on a Snippet Sunday.
My snippet this week is from Book 4, Fire of Beltane. Last time, Jorandil, god of Beltane, found himself in a room resembling a galaxy of stars when he entered the tower of the Fates.
We pick up a few sentences later. His surroundings have been revealed to be a room of mirrors. We meet the Fates at last...
A shape materialized behind him, and Jorandil whipped around to see the Fates, all three bobbing up and down as they floated off the floor. Their skirts and hair were made of the mists of time, it was told, but they were not the usual black, amethyst, and emerald colors that were spoken of. Today, all of their hair and garments consisted of wispy vapors of reddish-gold, a shade too similar to Cadence’s locks to be coincidental. Again, they were toying with him, and he scowled in response.
There was Morta, tall and slender, her golden-red hair floating on an invisible wind. The winds of change, he thought to himself, the tides by which the Fates moved and flowed and worked their will. Decuna, short and squat, scratched at her cheek with a gnarled finger. In the center, with her hands folded and wearing a wanton, yet maternal expression, was Nona. All had large, round black eyes, which blinked occasionally as though Jorandil was a shock to behold.
“So, son of Herne,” Nona said, “why have you disturbed the acts of fate upon which so much of humanity rests?”
There was Morta, tall and slender, her golden-red hair floating on an invisible wind. The winds of change, he thought to himself, the tides by which the Fates moved and flowed and worked their will. Decuna, short and squat, scratched at her cheek with a gnarled finger. In the center, with her hands folded and wearing a wanton, yet maternal expression, was Nona. All had large, round black eyes, which blinked occasionally as though Jorandil was a shock to behold.
“So, son of Herne,” Nona said, “why have you disturbed the acts of fate upon which so much of humanity rests?”
What do you think?
About Fire of Beltane:
It is the time of Beltane, and Jorandil, son of Herne, secretly wishes his presence could be known, his touch felt, by the woman chosen as his sabbat partner. Then Cadence comes along, aware of her angel's visit, mesmerized by the beauty of his wings and the power of his touch. Even after the sealing of the veil between worlds divides them, neither can forget the other. And when their pursuit of answers reveals that dire trouble awaits Cadence, a trouble Jorandil was responsible for creating, he must defy his father and risk unleashing an even greater danger to save her.
About The Sons of Herne:
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.
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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 hope he has a good answer and doesn't put humanity in jeapordy
ReplyDeleteWe can always hope...though when do things ever go as planned in books? :)
DeleteDanger ahead, Rose. The Fates are not benign.
ReplyDeleteNope. Nope, they're really not.
DeleteLovely description of the fates. I felt as though I could really see them. I wonder what his response will be! Great snippet. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you! They're quite the characters, fun to write.
DeleteI love the alternate description of the Fates and their big, creepy eyes. Really enjoying this story.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteIt is so different from anything I have ever read before, but it is pulling me in. Good work.
ReplyDeleteGreat to hear!! Thanks for that feedback.
DeleteI think he'd better watch his step with these ladies! Enjoyed the description, was happy they didn't have to share one eye, like the classical Fates did. Can't wait for more!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I was never entirely satisfied with the classic depiction...although that eye DOES exist in this incarnation, it's not their only one.
DeleteExcellent description and world-building. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteAh yes -- don't mess with Fate. In Greek/Roman mythology, not even the gods could overrule the Fates.
ReplyDeleteAs he may yet find out...
DeleteO think Jorandil is in over his head!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of the Fates, Rose. :-)
Thank you! Yeah, he may or may not be up for this visit after all...
DeleteInteresting they would change their looks for him. I'm curious as to how he'll respond. :)
ReplyDeleteIt surprised me when I wrote it as much as it seems to have thrown Jorandil LOL!
DeleteStriking visuals. I would not want to mess with these women, but then I'm not a god. Gods always seem to think they can get their way.
ReplyDeleteTrue, and yet they do get thrown for a loop often enough to make one wonder why!
DeleteHe *is* being a bit rude, isn't he? He has reasons, but still...
ReplyDeleteHe's got suspicions and more than a little paranoia that they might be messing with him the way he thinks they did his brothers, so yeah. Decorum has gone bye-bye. :)
DeleteNice scene building. I'm looking forward to more.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that feedback!
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