Book III: A Snippet

I’m getting ready to kick off a blog tour on Monday with Goddess Fish Promotions, so haven’t been able to do much of my own blogging since I’m so behind on interviews and guest posts.

Procrastination is a bitch, folks.

But it’s my own fault – if I didn’t wait until the last minute to do everything, I might have time to do it all.

[I highly doubt this, but when you procrastinate the way I do, like I'm making it an art form, you have to tell yourself such things.]

To make up for this bad behavior, I’m posting a snippet from what I’ve been working on in Book III – the one thing in my life that doesn’t fall victim to my bad habit.

Enjoy.

Her entire life had been the pursuit of one goal: fulfilling the true prophecy. Even when she did not know the details of her purpose, the full nature of her being, she sensed she fulfilled an ideal, a dream deferred. Dev had always been acutely aware her existence was something shrouded in fear and danger, violence and dread. It was why she learned to wield a blade before she could formulate a complete sentence, and could kill a grown man long before she could outrun him. It was in the hushed glances exchanged between her parents or the sad silences shared with Qi.

The violence of her existence was all she knew.

Until Wyatt.

Of course, she knew love for her parents had loved her dearly. But she also knew their affection was tainted by an ever-present undercurrent of fear and anxiety, a need to constantly look over their shoulders and stay ten steps ahead of The Sanctum.

And the reason she knew this was Wyatt.

Because although she and Wyatt fought and killed side-by-side, fought each other tooth-and-nail during their Ramyan training, and would fight and kill together again sometime soon, there was something so very peaceful and still about him.

He was not scared.

He never looked over his shoulder.

He simply was.

And his love expressed itself in kind.

Fearless.

Calm.

Complete.

It amazed her and brought her to her knees and made her so very thankful to belong to him. For that was the essence of it. She was his, and had been since that night in the park when he came upon her, broken and scared, and he smiled and persisted until she, too, smiled, and relented.

And in that moment, when she relinquished control and gave into him, she experienced it.

The tranquility of his love.

It felt safer than anything her parents and their hundreds of wards and spells had ever provided.