Another taste of SORROW'S KNOT

Mar 11, 2010 10:59

Here's something I wrote this week.  Enjoy!

Otter woke to them: a pair of dark things the size of crows, moving with stiff slowness, pushing close against the loose ward. Otter blinked twice and yawned before she realized that they were not crows, not the shadows of crows, not the shadows of anything at all - simply shadows. She rolled up with a shout, reaching for her silver and her yarns - and Kestrel dropped a hand on her shoulder.  "Don't," said the ranger. "You'll only draw more."

Otter felt as if she were still dreaming, an old nightmare - caught in a small space with the dead pressing in. And as in a dream, she was the only one frightened, and could not speak her fear: Kestrel calmly was feeding new branches into the fire.

"Have you ever watched them?" Kestrel asked. "Sometimes I think they are as much longing as hungry. Cricket had a story - do you know it? - about the lost woman who was starving, and wished that everything she touched would turn to meat? And then she found her children ...."

Hoping to hit 30,000 words this week. 

sorrow's knot, excerpts

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