Mag-Elen swept
nonexistent dust into the fire, propped her broom in a corner, then fled to the
stables to kick the straw that dared get in her way. Faerie and human were no
different in their pettiness and greed, she fumed. They only cared for self
glory. She stumbled and fell against Mayla’s stall door and was instantly
contrite as the horse whinnied and backed away. Mag-Elen stood still and leaned
against the stall door. She was rewarded with the soft nuzzling of Mayla’s
muzzle against her cheek. She couldn’t help comparing the softness of Mayla to
the tenderness of Torloch. The same sweet smell of hay and horseflesh, for
Torloch had been in warrior training and spent most of his day astride. She hid
her tears against the horse’s cheek. No one would ever see her cry. She would
avenge Torloch’s death, but other than killing her own father, what recourse
did she have?
Sunday, July 14, 2013
For the Snippet Sunday Readers
And anybody else who would like a peek of my fantasy work-in-progress. Mag-Elen is one kick-ass faerie heroine. Here's a snippet of intro from the prologue.
Our first Feisty Sexy Heroine Nomination
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