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I've got the next snippet for you from Sons of Herne 7, Anduron: God of Mabon.
Last time, Anduron, god of the pagan thanksgiving, decided to stop the mugging of an old woman by using his power on the criminals. We ended with: “Who the hell are you, some kind of freak?” one of them asked, still backing off.
We pick up from there...
I've got the next snippet for you from Sons of Herne 7, Anduron: God of Mabon.
Last time, Anduron, god of the pagan thanksgiving, decided to stop the mugging of an old woman by using his power on the criminals. We ended with: “Who the hell are you, some kind of freak?” one of them asked, still backing off.
We pick up from there...
“You are commanded to release this woman,” Anduron said, still advancing.
“Screw you,” the shorter of the pair said, lashing out with his fist.
Anduron caught hold of his arm, squeezing it until the man cried out, and a shove sent him backward to join his friend among the trash.
“And have you anything to say?” Anduron asked the final man, whose rheumy eyes had gone wide. “Remorse for your crime would be wise.”
The guy took off running, along with the cohorts who had struggled to their feet.
Anduron turned to the woman, who was still on the ground, sitting among her ruined foodstuffs.
“Are you all right?” he asked, standing over her and offering his hand.
She gazed up at him with an innocent, childlike wonder that took many decades off her wrinkled, leathery features. “Are you my guardian angel?” she asked.
“Screw you,” the shorter of the pair said, lashing out with his fist.
Anduron caught hold of his arm, squeezing it until the man cried out, and a shove sent him backward to join his friend among the trash.
“And have you anything to say?” Anduron asked the final man, whose rheumy eyes had gone wide. “Remorse for your crime would be wise.”
The guy took off running, along with the cohorts who had struggled to their feet.
Anduron turned to the woman, who was still on the ground, sitting among her ruined foodstuffs.
“Are you all right?” he asked, standing over her and offering his hand.
She gazed up at him with an innocent, childlike wonder that took many decades off her wrinkled, leathery features. “Are you my guardian angel?” she asked.
What do you think?
The Fates have been bringing all the sabbat gods to their knees over carnal desires, including Anduron's own twin brother. He will not be so easily swayed, however. The god of Mabon needs only one thing from the Fates: the power to free one who is unjustly imprisoned, an act bestowed upon him once per year in honor of his sabbat. Then he encounters an old woman in need of rescuing, an act that, outside of the ritual of Mabon, is technically forbidden.
Jenna is worried sick when her overdue grandmother shows up with a handsome stranger on her arm and tales of how sexy Anduron saved her from a mugging. Jenna is grateful, quite possibly to the point of swooning, until he disappears right in front of her eyes. He returns to say he is the god of the pagan thanksgiving--and that he wants her for a ritual where she will sleep with him out of gratitude for her grandmother's rescue. The sheer nerve leaves her burning, but those eyes and that hard body leaves her curious. She proposes an alternative: he spends the week wooing her like a mortal man, and if he succeeds, she will grant her consent for the Mabon ritual.
Anduron has little experience with courting a woman, let alone one as infuriating as Jenna. She rejects all his overtures until she finally confesses what she wants most: a freedom raid on an animal testing facility that will cost him more than he bargained for. He will have to risk capture to keep her out of danger. With no guarantee she will agree to his terms, just how many immortal laws will he break by involving himself in the affairs of humans?
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How right she is!
ReplyDeleteCertainly seems so!
Deletea guardian angel for sure. Lovely bit of business.
ReplyDeleteLucky for her he happened by!
DeleteLove the description of the old woman. I think she's got the right idea!
ReplyDeleteWhether he'll think so or not!
DeleteAww, her comment is so sweet! Loved the snippet...
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteHer response to being saved is my favorite part. Love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much!
DeleteSweet! Very fun snippet.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI want a kick ass "angel" like that on my side, Rose!
ReplyDeleteHa, seriously!!
DeleteYeah, I would say he is. Nice snippet!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteHe certainly seems to be one at the moment!
ReplyDeleteAgreed!!
DeleteI love how you made the years fade away on her face! I want one of those guardian angels. :-)
ReplyDeleteBoy, you and me both!! Good point. :)
DeleteI love how rough he seems with her attackers, but how gentle he is with her. :)
ReplyDeleteDon't mess with any little old ladies when he's around!
DeleteGreat description of how the decades faded from her face. Love how he took care of her attackers too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that!
DeleteNo lightning bolts, no supernatural powers. I like that. -- Ed
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe a wee bit of supernatural powers...
DeleteInteresting way he words that--'you are commanded,' not 'I command.' It works, though, kind of. Okay, his muscles seem to be what worked!
ReplyDeleteBAhahah...muscles. Hm, I'll have to think about that wording during edits. Thanks for that feedback.
Deletei love the question ... great snippet!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great character you've created! And I love the old woman's reaction to him. Great snippet!
ReplyDelete~Joyce Scarbrough
Thank you so much!
DeleteI want to know the answer to that for sure. lol
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely love that last paragraph! I still can't help but wonder what consequences are going to come from a God interfering, though.
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