Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. I’m pleased you stopped by today. This week’s picture prompt is Highland bridge. My snippet is from Silver Angel, a standalone Wytchfae prequel to Lord of Fire. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.
Cat paws plodded up the torturous highland trail. A bedraggled Angel huffed in relief at reaching the top of the ridge. The path became more level, now revealing only gradual slope. That was a blessing, as she was tired, hungry, scared, and pissed. She paused to slake her thirst with fresh rainwater pooled in the center of a large black rock, and then shook her head repeatedly in a mad frenzy of spirit. She continued on, regaining a bit of stamina and momentum after her display of temper. A cold fading sun eked out a quantum of warmth to ease her stiff limbs. Surely it wasn’t much further now.
She thundered up the path, barely aware of the brush and quaint bent-over trees rushing by. All was a blur in the quest to reach her destination. She hoped she’d know it when she arrived at the right spot. Granny Eastwick had said she must trust, and she fought to hold onto the inner strength that had taken her this far. It had taken her across the sea and through time, into the dim past of her ancestors. Like a small golden glow, it burned bright in the region of her heart.
She stopped short at the edge of a bridge overlooking a brook and rocky ground below. Was this Finglas rivulet, the sacred stream so crucial in her Finn family history? Her nose quivered at the scent of old memories deep in her feline blood, deep in her fae blood. Someone was coming. She padded out onto the bridge, fur puffing, eyes huge and questing. She moved forward, one deliberate paw at a time. She stopped. Before her the air thickened and swirled with color, became plasma-like. A huge cat appeared from nothing. Its form sharpened in the near twilight. Black with a white patch on its breast. The original cat sith of her ancestors.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt Highland bridge. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other winning excerpts at Tuesday Tales.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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Wonderful snippet! Such lovely detail.
Thank you!
Fantastic scene setting. This is great.
Thank you!
I am so loving this story
I’m so glad you’re loving the story!
Wonderful scene with your usual, lyrical prose. I just love reading what you write. I loved how you incorporated the bridge into the tale.
Lyrical? Thank you, Trisha!
I’m sorry to hear you’ve had a medical scare. Best wishes on your recovery. This excerpt was lovely. I loved the way you described the scene and the way she sensed her ancestors. This is a lot of angst for her: tired, hungry, scared, and pissed. – lots of emotion and physical issues. Poor girl. Jillian
Thank you, Jillian.
I love the description of the journey and how she feels through it. I am dying to know about the sith. Great job!
Thank you!