Excerpt: Cursed in Love, Book 3
“Tau Ceti!” Gold flashed, dazzling bright — sunlight captured within the hundreds of small gold plates that comprised the breastplate of mail that covered a man’s fragile shell.
“Tau Ceti!” That is the name they called him. Tau Ceti, the Shining Bright One, and she loved him. He found rest and solace within her arms, her love. War, politics, strife no longer mattered — a High King was an ordinary man beset by the same problems, desires and dreams as a common man was; but a High King’s life was not easily escaped nor were duty and obligation. He chose love and found death.
His chest burned, blood poured from the mortal wound and through that gaping hole his heart pumped out his life. Above, the sun shone — his love’s face like a bright and furious star. Somewhere nearby horses snorted and farted, leather creaked and harness jingled, men cursed, voices rumbled, the wind sighed through the treetops, water trickled over stone, and his love wept. Hot tears splashed his face. His beloved kissed him. Her lips taking his last breath, she swallowed his soul.
She cradled his head against her breasts and her hair brushed his face, her breath stole into his nostrils, her warmth seeped into the coldness of his flesh. He loved her. They had promised each other Forever.
The man he called brother stood beside her and placed his black-gloved hands upon her shoulders. Through bitter tears, she cursed his brother.
“Cursed in love! You and your sons and your daughters! Cursed in love… until forgiven… until loved.”
Eolande.
Copyright 2013, Elizabeth Monroe
