July 15, 2011

A Splash of Color

Posted in Homecoming, Yaret tagged , , at 12:01 am by E.V. Svetova

A beautiful color version of the illustration to a scene from Book II: Longing by the most talented Nigel Hendrickson.

Skyclad, she was floating several feet above ground, over the fern canopy, her toes brushing fronds. Her arms outstretched, palms upward, she was rotating sunwise ever so slowly. Illuminated by the light of magic, a sanctified space surrounded her - an invisible chapel walled by high trees, roofed by the starry sky.

Excerpt from Homecoming, Book II: Longing. Fifteen-year-old Yaret is infatuated with his much older mentor, the witch Caireann, who, despite their great affection for each other, has firmly rejected his advances. Suspecting a rival, he stoops to spying on her, and discovers more than he’s bargained for.

He departed in a worse mood than when he arrived. If there was one thing he could understand about people, it was when they lied. So, she grew tired of the boy, and now wanted a man in her life. But who? Old Cœnred had a soft spot for Caireann, Yaret could sense his affection. For years he helped mend her house, brought her gifts from the market, all while claiming it was in payment for the training she offered to his young lord. But Cœnred was so fatherly – no, it couldn’t be him. Who of the village men had business with the witch? The blacksmith? He was the strongest man in Lynton, knowledgeable at his craft, a runemaster, nearly a witch himself. But the blacksmith loved his wife, Yaret had felt the true bond between them. No, Caireann wouldn’t care for another woman’s husband. Some stranger from over the Roman Wall? A traveling scop? She distrusted musicians and storytellers. One of Botulf’s thegns? A monk from the priory? Now, that was insane… perhaps it wasn’t a man at all, but a woman! From the little she reluctantly revealed about her life before banishment from the sisterhood, Yaret knew that sisters were not above using each other’s bodies to replenish their magical powers, as well as for pure pleasure. Perhaps, she was so eager to be rid of him because she expected a secret visitor. CONTINUE HERE.

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