It's Sunday so that means Weekend Writing Warriors are hard at work, with excerpts from their latest.
Here is mine from Eyes of the Seer in the hero's point of view. Marcán is second in command and has just returned from a fierce battle that he didn't believe he'd survive. Is it worth it to hold on to his hopes to be with Astrid? Or is he just wasting away waiting for something that will never happen? Maybe not.
Suddenly, it seemed to matter very little that she was a slave. He needed to be close to someone now, if only to convince himself he was still alive after seeing so many dead.
“My thanks.” He sipped from the horn, his gaze never wavering from the lass.
Astrid coughed beside them. “Well… I will return inside. Maeve is with Aednat now. Ah”—she turned to the lass—“Merewyn? Is it?”
In ancient Ireland, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.
He wishes to prove himself…
Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her. She is desperate to escape… Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.
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