I will pick the winner on Twelfth Night (January 6th).
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Happy New Year! May it be filled with wonderful things.
No explosion. No shattering of walls; no
blinding light. No clash of sword and last gasp of strength. This was but a
touch of wine to lips—
And the queen fell.
Screams began then, shuddering
sounds of horror and despair. A hall
full of people now frantically swarming—noise and color muddling into a mass,
converging to aid, to assist, to share the burden of tragedy—all of them… all
but two.
He was frozen with shock, hardly
breathing, eyes searching the empty place at the table. And she—she was there
still, briefly. The stranger he’d
invited. No longer sitting as she had moments ago in sweet-faced pretense, but
standing just back a little in the shadows where the candlelight ceased. She
was smiling at him. Strange—he’d thought
her smile exquisite. Now it gleamed and widened in display of sickening
emptiness and chasm-like depth. Thief
that she was, she melted into the dark, though the smile hung gaping black long
after she disappeared, mocking his pathetic heartbreak, this terrible
mistake. And he stared, unable to move,
to help, to stop the inevitable. Even
when the king returned to the hall with sober step and drawn face to say, “The
amulets are taken. The Balance is disturbed.” Even when those remaining lifted
tear-stained faces to murmur then in a single, hopeful chant, “The Guardians,
the Guardians, the Guardians…” he could not move.
He had damned them all.
OOPS :D Poor Gharain. Love this prologue!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Sandra! <3
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Happy New Year, Alyssa! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI loved the book lark rising so much it's my favorite book can't wait for the next book
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisa! That means a lot :)
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