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 we have a picture prompt. I chose the one that resembles a mystic door. My snippet is from Silver’s Angel, a standalone Wytchfae prequel to Lord of Fire. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.
Ancient of days but wild of spirit, the wytchfae declared rather than spoke. She hissed each word as if spelling it out in the sky. The power washed over Angel, quickening her blood. “No one can do this for you. I can but show the way.” She gestured toward the wall. It became a door. With a thunderous cracking, the door flung open to reveal a mystic world. Angel squinted to make out crags and trees in the mist. “The Grandmother fearn is the key. Be respectful. Circle the tree nine times to find its way-flow. It will guide you to your fate. Go now.”
She made a halting step toward the open door. “How will I know which tree is the Grandmother?”
“She touches the ground all around, guarding her secrets. Become one with her. Find her way-flow. Go now!”
Angel stepped outside into a cooling mist. The fragrance of roses and jasmine swirled in the air. She jumped as the door flung closed and disappeared. She was on her own. It was do or die time. Shivering, she rubbed her arms.
She veered away from the crags and made her way toward a large group of trees. Her gaze landed on a cluster of fearn. A huge tree stood in the center. As the priestess had said of the Grandmother, the limbs swung low to the ground on all sides. It made Angel think of a carousel. Branches and leaves sheltered the trunk from view.
Swallowing, she kept her voice clear. “Grandmother, I am Angel of the clan of Fearn. I search for the beginning of our clan, Glaring Fearn. As your kin, I ask to enter your space.”
After a moment, a breeze rustled the leaves. With hesitant fingers, Angel touched one of the branches. When it throbbed in her hand, she shimmied between the branches and inside the majestic cascading limbs.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt mystic door. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other amazing excerpts at Tuesday Tales.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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Great description. Well done.
Thanks, Susanne. I’m glad you liked it.
Very vivid. I could picture everything unfolding in my head!
Thank you for the “vivid” feedback, Mae– appreciate it!
They say trees are the very birth of life. I like that you interpreted one as a grandmother- nice work!
I’m glad you liked the grandmother tree, Jacquie– thank you!
Great post!! Suspenseful and made me want to know more. What’s she going to find inside that tree. And the whole idea of moving into a tree intrigues me!
I’m so glad you find the tree scene intriguing, Jean– thanks!
Excellent snippet to go with this picture! And of course, any scene honoring trees and their life is always a favorite of mine! Loved it!
Thank you, Trisha!
Wonderful descriptions!
Thank you!
I love the world that you described for her to arrive in. I am dying to know what the Grandmother will tell her. Great job!
Thank you, Tricia. I’m glad you like the world.