I want to take Nonna to Mill’s Bottom, to a low, flat ground where people buy and sell everything, where money changes hands like water and hard cash is plucked down for junk.
Category: fantasy ebook excerpts
This Textured Darkness, #7
In accordance with the clomping of the horses’ hooves, the farmer breathed, “Pigs . . pigs.”
Blanche Shaw, at the Edge
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
This Textured Darkness, #5
“In the meantime, spare us this Nevers nonsense,” said Fulcruchen to Anjhest. “There’s no such thing as a Twinning Road.” “We shall see,” said Rand, plugging the… Read more “This Textured Darkness, #5”
This Textured Darkness, #2
The bird suddenly seemed negotiable.
Rena Davis, 1921
Shame is a fire, burning my core.
Theodosia, Indignant to the Bone
Theodosia has been indignant all her life, mostly because she’s named Theodosia. “Why couldn’t I have been named Cynthia Jane?” she asks me. “That was Grandma’s name… Read more “Theodosia, Indignant to the Bone”
Big Pete, 1889-1929
“His death broke the cold snap.”
Excerpt from Silver Bottle, a memory from Lorraine.
Lorraine’s childhood is marred by the alcoholism of her mother. However, she does have a few happy memories, and the sound of popping soap bubbles is one… Read more “Excerpt from Silver Bottle, a memory from Lorraine.”
Carmen Amber’s Turn
A slyly sensual sound at a time when sex wasn’t talked about, except by married women on front porches in the summer twilight, or wildly exaggerated by teenage girls, also in whispers but with a throatiness, a raw edge which might cause the speaker to break off, red-faced, while the rest of us looked at our feet.
