A Flash of Light -Snippet Sunday

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Since I got most of the prep done for July's Chillin' in Summer blog tour, I was able to log some actual writing hours!! Yay. I'm working on Sons of Herne 5, Feillor: God of Lammas. 

Last time, Feillor, god of the harvest, was being harassed by his aide while trying to bring in the first sheaves of harvest. The aide expressed concern that Feillor is next on the list for the Fates' ploy of getting the sabbat gods to fall in love.  We ended with: “Enough of this, Shango. I have no plans to leave the realm or my calling. And for someone so insistent upon me fulfilling my sabbat duties, I should think you would not want to continue interrupting my task.”

We pick up a few sentences later, after he succeeded in getting rid of his worried aide...

The thought of joining himself to a human outside of ritual necessity was a ludicrous notion—and Feillor had more pressing concerns than the unlikely prospect of being swept away by the wave of passion that had claimed his sabbat brothers. For all its unexpected side effects, the year of the Thousand Seasons had brought forth a bountiful harvest that, with the proper observance and thanks, might last through several seasons to come.

He lifted the scythe from his shoulder and pointed it straight upward. While not the sacred sabbat artifact, he considered the blade a holy implement, that which would cut the first sheaves of harvest.

“Sha-do ram, yo shai a lara Lammas,” he chanted up to the sky. “The god of Lammas comes with his scythe to reap and give thanks for the first of this year’s harvest.”

A flash of light appeared just in front of the swing of his blade, and he pulled back just in time to narrowly miss the large object that had appeared in his path.

Feillor took a staggering step backward, thrown off balance by the last-minute change of course. A human woman-naked, no less-had come out of thin air, kneeling before him with her hands outstretched until she saw his blade coming for her. She gasped and ducked, then threw herself prostrate on the ground.

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