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.

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?