Sunday Snippet March 19, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  (Man oh man, do I need the motivation!)

Picking up from last week.  (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

 

The unicorn studied him for a long moment, and Pashevel stood still, letting him think it over. Slowly the unicorn approached, nostrils wide, taking in his scent. Pashevel watched his muscles relax as his wariness started to fade.  The unicorn lowered his head and pressed the tip of his horn against the center of Pashevel’s chest, and the Elf laughed.  “You and I both know that you aren’t going to hurt me,” he said, “so don’t even pretend to threaten.”  He laid a slender hand against the golden horn.  “Now, are you going to let me help your rider or not?”

The last of the tension faded from the unicorn and Pashevel smiled, reaching up to remove the bridle.  “Come,” he said, slinging it over his shoulder and turning back toward his campfire.  “Let’s see what you’ve brought me.”

The unicorn walked quietly, careful not to dislodge his rider, and Pashevel could feel his relief at having found help.  Sonata fell into formation on Pashevel’s other side and he chuckled, reaching over and putting a hand against her dark neck. She nuzzled him softly in return. 

“I’m just going to get your rider down,” Pashevel said as he reached up to the motionless figure.  “Then I’ll get your saddle off.”   He froze for a moment as he noticed the blood that stained the white neck and mane, and then pulled the rider into his arms.  The unicorn turned his head, watching, anxious and protective.

 

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

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12 responses to “Sunday Snippet March 19, 2017

  1. Liked the interaction between the two.

  2. I love the closeness between them–nice snippet.

  3. Gem

    Lovely interaction in this scene.

  4. That rider definitely is in need of help.

  5. Despite the seriousness of the situation, that was a beautiful snippet!

  6. Their camaraderie was well portrayed…and I’m dying to find out about the rider!

  7. siobhanmuir

    Oh man, I’d be the same way. Great snippet, PT. 🙂

  8. The unicorn seems intelligent enough that it just may be able to understand what he says to it.

  9. Wonderful. Love the way the unicorn interacts. Hope they can help its rider.

  10. Absolutely love every detail of how the unicorns are characters in and of themselves with personalities and thoughts. Really loved this novel.

  11. Beautiful imagery! Also a beautiful image you’ve decided to use for this story!

  12. Sweet scene despite the blood. 🙂 🙂

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