‘K, guys, here’s a brief excerpt from my upcoming book, The Elder, the second in The Martuk Series, a collection of Short Fiction.
Enjoy! And feel free to leave any thoughts below.
It sat behind tattered woolen.
The body bent and broken, silhouetted and silent, the orange and yellow and white of the small fire crackling and snapping at its feet.
Pulling the red and gold of my robes against the chill in the air, I paused.
It lifted its head, The Seer, listened, the unusually large skull turning on a neck too slender, too thin. The shoulders tilted as it sensed me near.
The Child waiting before me, her delicate limbs held to the ground of the cave with crude, braided rope, snapped her head up with a small cry.
The Seer’s mouth opened slowly, the silhouette of its large teeth pointed and sharp.
The Child’s mouth opened slowly, bloody gaps where tender teeth had once been.
The Seer lifted and straightened its back.
The Child lifted and straightened her back.
The Seer’s fingers flexed, stretching open like the branches of a great tree.
The bones popped and snapped as The Child’s fingers stretched wide.
She wept, the little girl, the sobs caught in her throat as tears stained her cheeks, the ground below her knees soaked in a rush of urine.
The Seer sighed.
The Child gasped.
The Seer craned its neck, the pointed chin lifting in the air.
The Child spoke.