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Sunday Snippet, February 18, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Skipping ahead a bit from last week.

Justice tossed his head, looking intently toward the hilltop. Pashevel followed his gaze and saw Marlia wobble and half fall, saw Dakkas move to catch her and help her to the ground. “Must be done,” Pashevel murmured. “Let’s go get her and bring her down here.” Justice was closer, so he reached up and touched his horn, asking a question. The unicorn lowered his head in acquiescence and Pashevel vaulted lightly onto his back. Justice shifted into an easy canter, Sonata at his side. 

Dakkas looked up as they approached. “She just fell,” he said, his voice worried and a touch defensive. 

“I know,” Pashevel said, sliding off of Justice. “Sometimes when a healing is especially intense, it drains her.” He picked her up and lifted her onto Justice where her instincts took over and she gripped the unicorn with her legs even as she slumped forward over his neck. “Come on, Dakkas, let’s get them down to the fire. The wind is picking up and the last thing we need is for them to get a chill. Or you either,” he added, nodding toward the Drow’s back. “Marlia can take care of that once she’s slept.”

“It’s nothing,” Dakkas protested. He deserved the pain, the scars – neither would ever match the pain and scars that would be on his heart when Kashrya left him.

 

 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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Sunday Snippet, February 11, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Pashevel bowed. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” He knelt and gently spread a blanket over Kashrya, covering her. “I’m going to set up a campsite over there.” He indicated a spot surrounded by boulders. “It’s a bit more sheltered from the elements, and a little less exposed than this hill top.” He saw a startled and guarded look in the Drow’s eyes, and smiled sadly. “I don’t believe either of you got those wounds from a cave in,” he said softly, “which means that there may be some enemies about.”

Dakkas nodded, glad that the Elf – Pashevel – was not pressing him for information. He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, but once he knew that Kashrya would be all right he would tell them anything they wanted to know.

 

 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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Sunday Snippet, February 4, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Sadly he [Dakkas] stroked Kashrya’s hair as he began to sing to her, the same lullaby he had been singing when the Elves had arrived. He was going to lose her. Once she realized that he was a Drow, once she realized that she could go with the Elves, to find people that would accept her… He had no illusions as to which she would prefer – an outcast member of an outcast race, or the Elves. He hung his head, not wanting the Elf to see his tears.

“Here.” Reflexively he looked up, his eyes falling on a travel cake. “I’m thinking you need something to tide you over while I get some supper started.” Hesitantly he reached for it, glancing up to try to read the Elf’s expression. “I don’t bite.”  There was gentle humor in the voice, and a deep understanding. “My name is Pashevel.”

“Dakkas.” He took the travel cake and broke off a bite. “And this is Kashrya.”

 

 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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Sunday Snippet, January 28, 2018

Picking up again from last week’s snippet of Song and Sword.

“I wish there was something I could do.”  Dakkas looked up at Pashevel again, a plea in his dark eyes.  “I don’t know how to help her.”  

Pashevel’s sensitive ear caught and recognized the accent – a Drow!  He felt a wave of tension flow through his body.  “Get your filthy Drow hands off of her!” was his first response, but it never passed his lips. The look of pain and desperation in the Drow’s eyes cut through him and he dropped a gentle hand to his shoulder.  “Just keep doing what you’ve been doing, friend. Let her know that you’re here, that she’s safe, and not alone.”

Dakkas nodded, and turned back to the women. He had seen the look on Pashevel’s face, the look of revulsion when the Elf had realized that he was a Drow.  He had also seen the brief flash of pain, and had heard the sincerity of his voice, and felt the kindness of his touch.  He didn’t know which to believe.  He wanted to believe the latter, but his experience taught him that it was the first reaction that was true, and despair threatened to overwhelm him again.

 

 

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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Sunday Snippet, January 21, 2018

Again picking up from last week.

Dakkas was so focused on Kashrya that he didn’t notice when Pashevel stepped away, and was startled by the tap of a leather water skin on his shoulder.

“You sound like you could use this.”

“Thank you.”  Dakkas took the skin and drank, just a sip, feeling his stomach cramp as the liquid poured into it.  He took a second drink of what had to be the sweetest water he had ever tasted, and handed the skin back to him.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Pashevel replied.  The warmth of his voice was soothing, and Dakkas felt himself start to relax, start to believe that everything would be all right.

He looked down at Kashrya again, and at the Paladin who was asking her God to heal her, and felt a wave of awe that these two strangers would tend to them in this way.  “I wish there was something I could do.”  He looked up at Pashevel again, a plea in his dark eyes.  “I don’t know how to help her.”  

 

 

 

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?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

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Sunday Snippet, January 14 2018

Picking up from last week.

Dakkas watched as Kashrya’s breathing grew stronger and easier, and finally pulled his eyes away to look up at the man standing at his shoulder.  An Elf?  He looked at Marlia and felt a wave of despair. Two Elves.  Once they found out what he was… He swallowed hard.  He didn’t care what they would do to him, as long as they took care of Kashrya.

Pashevel put the flute away and touched his shoulder lightly and he glanced up at him again.  Pashevel gave him a reassuring smile. “Marlia is a Paladin,” he said quietly.  “If anyone can help her, she can.”

Dakkas nodded, turning his attention back to the women, watching as pain began to fade from Kashrya’s face.  She was going to be all right, but his relief was tinged with sorrow, knowing that he would lose her to the people that were saving her.

 

 

 

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?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

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at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Sunday Snippet, January 7 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

 

“What happened?” Pashevel’s voice was gentle as he took in the scene, noting her bruises and his back.

“She’s dying.” His voice was hoarse, the tone dead.

“No,” Marlia said. “By the will of Arithen, she will not die.”

Pashevel saw her starting a prayer for the power to heal, and he put his flute to his lips, playing a familiar song, a song to sanctify the area, to make the healing flow more strongly.  It was a song that he had played often for her in the past few months.

Marlia’s eyes were closed and she seemed to glow as her hands hovered gently over the woman, finally resting lightly on her, oblivious to everything except the pain of the young woman before her and the presence of Arithen.

 

 

 

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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Sunday Snippet, December 31 2017

More from Song and Sword for a while, my first finished novel, picking up from last week.

The unicorns picked their way carefully up the trail, the slow pace maddening to Pashevel who was eager to find out what it was that they were being led to.  Neither unicorn seemed to feel there was any danger ahead, and even Marlia relaxed slightly, although she still remained alert for an ambush, her ice-blue eyes scanning every boulder or crevice for signs of an enemy.

Thus it was that as the trail opened onto a boulder-strewn plateau, Pashevel was the first to spot the figures on the top of the rise.  “There!” he cried, sending Sonata past Justice at a gallop.

“Pashevel!” Marlia sent Justice after them, fearing for the Prince’s safety. 

The kneeling figure barely looked up as the two unicorns thundered up the hill.  He merely glanced at them and then turned his attention back to the woman in his arms.

 

 

 

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?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

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Sunday Snippet, December 24 2017

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with.

Last week Marlia received a message from the god she serves that they were supposed to “follow the trail.” They’ve traveled a little ways since then.

Pashevel looked over at Marlia, and she nodded. “This is the trail we are to follow,” she said. “I know that much, but I don’t know what it leads us to.”

“Apparently it leads us to where we need to be,” Pashevel replied lightly and turned Sonata toward it.

“Please,” Marlia said, and he stopped, looking at her. She looked embarrassed and was having trouble meeting his gaze. “Please, m – Pashevel. Let me go first.” 

She looked up at him and it was all he could do not to chuckle. She seemed so serious and so worried. He shook his head slightly at her desire to protect him, but accepted it as something that he would have to live with. “Very well, my lady, if it will set your mind at ease.”  He moved Sonata to one side so Marlia and Justice could pass. Leaning forward, he whispered in his unicorn’s ear, “Someday I’m going to have to show her that I do know how to use a sword.”

 

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?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
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Sunday Snippet, December 17 2017

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up a few paragraphs from last week. The unicorns just saved them from an earthquake (or what felt like an earthquake).

“It didn’t seem natural, either,” Pashevel replied. “It doesn’t seem to have touched the village. Earthquakes are not usually that… localized.”

Marlia nodded.  “Something’s happening,” she said. “I just wish I knew what, or what we’re supposed to do.”

“I think maybe we had better stop here for a bit,” he said quietly, dismounting.   

Marlia joined him, reaching for her unicorn’s horn, reassuring herself that they were safe, at least for now.

Pashevel put his flute to his lips and drew magic into the notes. The air around them seemed to shimmer and they began to feel safer as the music sanctified the area where they sat.  Marlia smiled and sent a prayer to Arithen, asking for guidance.

She shook her head as her eyes opened.  “We’re supposed to follow the trail.”

Pashevel chuckled.  “Well, that’s helpful,” he said. “And I’m sure the farmers would prefer that to us trampling through their fields.”

 

 

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?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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