Today I realized as I updated my website that there is currently no excerpt available online for my new release "Ring of Desire". Not one I could find anyway. I know it will be available eventually but while I wait for that to happen I thought I'd speed up the process - here's a sneek peak at "Ring of Desire".
Chapter One
Southern England 1072
I will not die.
Vala turned her head blindly toward the shore. She spat a stream of water and choked as the chair lurched and her neck snapped forward. Her head spun as she twisted in circles over the water. Her wrists ached and burned as the wet rope cut into them.
“Again!” the priest commanded.
The rope played through the smith’s reluctant hands. The chair began to lower.
“Nay,” she whispered and grimaced at the pain in her throat that was raw from swallowing water and the silent screams of those she defended. Her bare toes touched the unusual chill that sheeted the river. Water closed over her head. The water wrapped around her like a cold, silken blanket. Her nostrils quivered and her throat ached from holding her breath.
How much longer?
Vala wrapped her fingers around the rough rope. The elements she could touch—rope, water, chair—were fast becoming her only reality, her only link to the physical world. When she thought she could take no more, the chair began to move upward. Her lungs ached and rivets of pain clawed her chest. She thought she would die if she did not get air. She gasped as her head broke the surface.
“Ye will obey.” The priest’s words were spewed in sharp hate edged
pellets.
“Let her go.” A woman’s voice broke the silence.
“Aye,” another agreed.
“She’s had enough.” This time the women seemed to speak as one.
Vala’s teeth chattered as the chill spring wind wrapped around her wet body. She thought of Rosaline, with her stillborn son at her side, alone and dying because of a Norman. She sucked in a breath as heat flooded her body. With a gasp she twisted the chair so she faced the shore.
You are the chosen. It is not time. The voices of the Ancients rippled deep within her soul. Everything is, as it was foretold.
“Cease!” a man roared.
“Tis I who give orders!” Alfred, who had presented himself as a priest not so many months ago, puffed his flabby chest, adjusted the rope around his waist and glared out at Vala.
“I will not,” she persisted through the chafe and rawness of her throat. “It will kill her.”
“Stubborn wretch. Again!” the priest demanded.
The priest swung a hand in the direction of the smith whose expression was agonized as he clutched the rope that controlled the chair.
“It will be done.” Alfred motioned again for the rope to be lowered.
Vala pulled in a deep mouthful of air. She waited. Nothing.
Cynn, the blacksmith, hadn’t moved. He clutched the rope that still held the chair clear of the water.
“Nay.” The sound broke almost before it escaped Vala’s lips.
“Nay? How dare you, witch. Ye will not refuse me. Ye will admit your wrong and right it.”
“No wrong.” Vala could barely get the words out and against everything that Magna had taught her she threw her aura in the priest’s path. To the Ancients, an aura was a powerful thing. It could take down a man. But it was a weak effort and only the gold cross on his thick chest glinted sparks in the dull mist.
Destiny, girl, you do not have the power to change.
Hope swelled through her at the sound of Magna’s voice. Magna, she had always been here a part of Hafne even in the time before Vala could remember.
You can give it to me, she threw the thought out.
But Magna was silent and in the silence Vala knew. There would be no magic that would rescue her this day.
Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com
What an exciting start! I can't wait to see how she got into this mess in the first place!
ReplyDeleteTook a lot of centuries for things to get to this point. That's all I'm saying... for now!
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