Weekend Writing Warrior 9/6/15 #8Sunday

This month I’m pulling from the first book in my new historical-fantasy-that’s-not-actually-fantasy series, each story of which is based on a classic fairy tale.

When Brandulfr and his army show up outside her village on their quest to find a cure for his curse, Nyah must decide where her loyalties lie: with her sister who’s been taken hostage, with her village, or with the disfigured warrior who’s more than he appears to be.

In this scene from the prologue, Nyah’s father, Storm, has spent the evening celebrating in taverns after stealing the contents of the Karjalander royal treasury.

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Full of ale and dreams for the future, Storm rose from his table and made his way to Brita at the bar. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped a small leather-bound book from his waistband and placed it on the counter with another handful of coins, then said “This should settle me up for tonight.”

“Aye.” The book and coins disappeared into a purse tied under her apron. “Hale go forth, hale return, and hale on your ways, Storm.”

“Aesirs’ blessings upon you, Brita.”

He stumbled out into the wintry night.

A fist caught him in the gut.

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  1. Author Charmaine Gordon

    Wonderful snippet full of the scent of long years ago. You’ve captured another era so well.

  2. Oops, looks like he’s in a bit of trouble;). Intriguing prologue.

  3. I enjoyed the scene in the inn, and the dialog, and then the dramatic change as soon as he stepped outside – great snippet!

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