Sneak snippet from King Kynneth, Book III in The Atriian Trilogy

Her shoulders were slumped where she sat slouched upon the bench. Staring numbly into the bath, she wondered how the water could possibly look the same as when she’d first entered. With the amount of tears she’d shed, it should have been overflowing and salty as any sea. An hour of soaking had not eased her angst. She mourned for the thousands of ganist marching to their deaths, could feel the weight of them upon her shoulders, a beastly burden crushing the life from her.

She looked down to the hands folded in her lap, then back to water, surprised it wasn’t blood red. She had done all she could. Now she only wished to return hailing as soon as huganisly possible. She pined for her children, an aching in her heart that had escalated over the sols to the point of agony.

Pulling the towel from her hair, she buried her face in it as she surrendered to sobs, they racking her, rocking her.