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 word prompt is unhappy. My snippet is from #7 in the Wytchfae series. It is a paranormal fantasy romance featuring the rebellious half-sister of the three Greek Fates. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.
Resa’s tone was incredulous. “The Fates sent one of the Ker to a world of desolation?
“Yes, inadvertently, to the Null. So we believe.”
“You mean, back to the beginning, to chaos?”
With a strained expression, Lachen offered the unhappy words. “Similar. Just this side of chaos, you might say, but beyond the pale. Chaos precedes vibration, movement, violence, birth. The Null is without the redemption of life or death. It is soulless, nothingness without rest, paralysis without peace. I have considered it. An analogy if you please. A man is in what appears to be a coma. He cannot move or speak. Yet, he perceives the words and comings and goings of family and medical staff around him. Years pass. A lifetime passes. Can you appreciate the despair? When does his last sliver of hope disappear?”
A shard of ice slid down Resa’s spine. Lachen explanation had begun haltingly and then spilled out like pent up rain. “Why have I never heard of this place, the Null?”
“It is not taught or discussed. We suspected a Ker had been trapped but could not be sure. Once we overcame our initial alarm, we sealed away the possibility in a temporal foxhole within our maze of threads. We never spoke of it again.”
“But the other Ker, how did they stand for that?”
“We adjusted threads, binding the knowledge from them.”
Lips tight, Resa’s said nothing.
“We deemed it necessary.”
“Why are you concerned with this now, after all these aeons?”
“Something or someone is threatening me. I sense a connection with…the Null.”
Resa released a breath. “Why here, Lachen, this time, this place?”
“To discover the truth, I must trace the bloodline. Question a person in each generation going backward in time. The most recent offspring is…” She flung an arm. “Here.”
“Humans are buried here.”
Lachen’s mouth quirked in sarcasm. “You certainly know the origin of humans.”
Resa raked both hands through her hair. Before she could say anything, a cracking boom filled the night, and she leapt to her feet. Towering figures swayed over a nearby grave, casting a greenish glow all around.
As calmly as the eye of a hurricane, her sister rose. “He is the one. Jerome Schaefer. The Wraiths will awaken him.”
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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Wonderful excerpt!!
Thank you!
Oh wow! I sense there’s about to be something exciting! I can’t wait to learn more about the Null!
Thank you Tricia. I’m wondering about that Null, too.
Wow! The whole Null thing scared me to death. And then the figures rising from the grave. Great writing. Now I need to know more, but am afraid at the same time.
Me, too, Jean! Thank you. What will pop up next?
Spooky scene. That parable gave me frissons. Now the spirits are in on the action. Can’t wait to know more.
Thanks for saying that about the parable. It’s s horrible thing to consider.
Wow exciting!
How cool that you found it exciting. Thanks, Cath.
Wow! Great scene! Your writing always pulls me right in, with the action and your descriptive prose. Love it!
I’m so glad it pulls you in. Thanks for the supportive feedback, Trisha.