Happy Saturday! We’re having lukewarm – but wet – weather here in Washington, D.C. I’m diligently working the final edits for The Daughter of Lava, #3 Reclaimed Souls.
Below is a snippet.
In this scene, Roland, Rahda, and Roland’s young cousin (Elwyn) leave Royal Alcove, and try to bring Elwyn back to the palace.
Things do not go according to plan.
Once we step outside, Elwyn’s expression is hidden in the ebony darkness. I find it interesting that she hasn’t once asked about her father or why he wasn’t coming with us. Does she already know the real reason?
There’s a snap to the air with the occasional breeze ruffling our hair. Elwyn’s unbound hair flutters about like strands of black ribbons.
“Why didn’t you attend the celebration?” I ask as we walk through the gate.
She thinks Roland made her queen, which means she doesn’t know about me. When she does, I have a feeling she will become incredibly unhappy.
Beside me, Roland listens intently.
“I usually don’t respond to imbeciles,” she says in what I presume is her regal voice. “But I’ll make an exception in your case. I don’t know what you think you know, but I promise that you’re so far off base that you won’t know what hit you until all of your limbs have been removed and you’re six feet under.”
Under her smooth, youthful skin are the trappings of an ogre.
“Is that a particular threat just for me, or to everyone in general?” I ask.
“Assume whatever you like, of course,” she answers. “My only regret will be in not seeing your ugly face as you discover it all.”