Debate with the Gods -Snippet Sunday

It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors'  blog hop!

 Greetings! Feeling reinvigorated by my mountain writing retreat. I'm happy to say the WIP I've been posting from,  Feillor: God of Lammas, is being released in the next week.

Last time, Salina had appeared out of nowhere in the realm of the god Feillor. He spoke to the thin air, complaining that he wasn't amused by the human's sudden arrival. We ended with: “Do you always pray while naked?” he asked, and there was a faint whiff of humor in the tone. “Or did your clothing somehow stay on the other side?”

We pick up with her reply...

 “I often go skyclad for rituals,” she replied, spreading her hands a bit to better cover herself. “And people call me Salina, by the way, since it rolls off the tongue easier than ‘she who prays naked.’”

“Rituals?” he asked, noticeably stiffening.

“Yes, especially ones that are this important.”

The next tour of her body was done with a different sort of regard. “Not as important as the one you just interrupted,” he said, and then he turned away.

“That’s debatable,” she said, biting her tongue when he whipped back around with a harsh glare.

“If you feel it appropriate to debate with the gods, it is little wonder none of them have answered. Now, do not speak anymore,” he went on, raising his scythe toward the heavens. “I must complete the ritual of first harvest, preferably before winter arrives.”

What do you think?  

Feillor is preparing to bring in the first harvest before the celebration of Lammas, a task that has grown more deplorable considering humans no longer show respect for the old ways. He raises his scythe to cut the sacred wheat and nearly "harvests" a woman who appears out of nowhere. Sensing the Fates' meddling hand in the sudden arrival, he demands that they return Salina to earth. The Fates agree on one condition: he must go with her and stay in the mortal realm for three days.

Salina refuses to let a local developer destroy the precious woods where she conducts her most sacred pagan rituals. A prayer for guidance is interrupted when she is sent to the immortal world--almost straight into the blade of a horned god's scythe. She thought her prayers to Herne were being answered, but she learns that Feillor is actually Herne's son--and that he has little interest in the matters of humans. When he is zapped to Earth with her for three days, she decides to convince him that her cause is worth fighting for, and that not all humans deserve his scorn.

Feillor's ideals are challenged during his time with Salina, whose fiery beauty and passion for her cause stirs something he hadn't felt for far too long. Admitting the truth about his view on humans may open his heart to the witch who is quickly enchanting him. But between danger she faces and the Fates returning him to his realm at the exact wrong moment, an epiphany alone won't be enough to see her in his arms at last. He will have to put aside his mortal prejudice and act in the best interests of a race he thought he could no longer abide.

Read Book 1 of the series, Dominus: God of Yule--and follow the link inside to get Book 2 free!
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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!